"Jane, please! You promised I could choose one thing for us to do tonight!" Maura's voice bordered on a whine, but in all fairness, Jane has been pouting in that adorably sexy way for the past five minutes, ever since Maura very quietly voiced her choice for tonight's activity.
"Yeah, but I meant it in, like, a you can choose to watch a documentary way, not this," Jane explains, exasperation colouring every word. Utterly at a loss, Jane collapses onto the bed and buries her nose in the crook of her elbow.
Maura demurely sits beside her on the duvet and runs a hand across the detective's back in a comforting fashion. "Please Jane? If you don't like it, we can stop and never ever mention it again, I just want to experience this and you're the only one I've ever trusted enough to bother making the request."
Jane lifts her head and meets Maura's earnest gaze. She makes it so hard to say no. "Maura, please don't do this to me. I don't want to hurt you, okay? I couldn't live with myself if I caused you pain."
Maura's resolve wavers just the tiniest bit at the heartfelt plea, but she wants this so bad and she is ninety-nine percent certain that Jane will enjoy it equally as much. "Jane, you're not going to hurt me, okay? I love you. It's just a – a light tap. Nothing serious," she pauses as she realizes that Jane isn't going to fall for this particular direction of persuasion. She shifts tactics, "Please, will you just do this for me?"
The detective lets the smallest of sighs escape through her mouth and Maura grins in victory. "Okay, Maur. For you."
That's all the doctor needs to hear before she's flipping Jane over on the bed and kissing her forcefully, legs moving to straddle the leaner woman's frame. She works at getting Jane entirely worked up and knows she's succeeded when she feels hands grasping and pulling at her hips. She rolls them so that they're both on her sides and then she shifts again onto all fours. Staring over her shoulder at Jane, she can read every ounce of reluctance on those cheekbones.
"Jane, please," she begs, wiggling her butt.
Jane is giving herself a pep talk. It goes against everything in her nature to hit someone on purpose, even if it is with the intent to arouse, but this is Maura and she is begging. Do it for Maura, Jane. Do it because you love her. Do it because you know you'd rather she did this with you than with any other person. She shakes her head roughly, the inner war waging inside her mind.
She places her hands on Maura's clothed backside, gently begins to massage the skin and muscles there. A soft groan escapes Maura's lips at the sensuous touch. Jane closes her eyes and places a light, but firm smack on one cheek. The sexually charged moan that reaches Jane's ears cause her eyes to flick open. Maura looks over her shoulder again. "Jane, move the dress, hit me harder, please," she breathes out, her voice taking on a rasp far more characteristic of the detective than the doctor.
Jane's arm reacts faster than her mind, which is preoccupied on the flush she can perceive on Maura's face. The dress is lifted, the smack echoes through the room and then so does Maura's gasp of pleasure. With the way Maura's head is turned, Jane can see the pathologist sexily biting her lip. She smacks the other cheek a couple of times, feeling the pit of desire in her gut being stoked higher with every sexy noise leaving the doctor's vocal chords. She paces them, taking turns on which half of the doctor's perfect ass gets the new treatment.
Maura's skin is stinging, but every single shred of that is threaded straight through to the desire kindling deep within herself. She knows her skin is red from the physical interactions, knows the muscles might ache in the morning, but it's worth it to feel the strength of Jane in this way, to experience it in the role of lover. And it turns her on like nothing else ever has.
She can only take a few more rounds of the detective getting intimate with her posterior before she's scrambling off the bed, ignorant of the throbbing in her rear. She pushes Jane against the nearest wall and starts her assault, simultaneously stripping her of her clothes. Jane's more than ready to assist the good doctor, their hands fumbling on the buttons of her shirt and then on her belt buckle. She steps out of her slacks and then she gropes Maura's back, searching desperately for the zipper.
They fall onto the bed, a tangle of naked limbs and interlocking mouths.
Maura's smile is uncontainable at their frenzied interactions. She exhales heavily against Jane's neck, "Thank you."