Maura entered the garage without saying a single word to Jane. So, of course, Jane followed her to try to get some answers. As the doctor placed her case in the trunk, Jane formed a plan. She crept up behind Maura just as she was about to place a couple files on the passenger seat.
"Freeze," she called loudly, quickly moving her body to press against Maura's and lean them both against the car. Her arms brushed against Maura's as she grasped her hands. "You're under arrest," she declared into the pathologist's ear.
Maura let out a sigh of annoyance and closed her eyes briefly, registering the warmth from the detective spreading across her skin.
"Put your hands on the car," Jane demanded, helping with her own hands. Maura turned her head to try and look at the detective, but quickly returned to face forward when she couldn't make eye contact. "I'm going to frisk you; don't move."
Maura exhaled loudly as Jane pulled her to an arm's length from the car, already imagining the feel of Jane's hands roaming her clothed body. She turned again into Jane, the back of her head grazing the strong jaw she'd taken to tracing with a finger lately. "Jane-" she began, but was quickly shushed by the impatient cop. And then those long, graceful fingers were skimming across the back of her hands, gliding seductively along her forearms and up to her shoulders.
Jane nuzzled her nose into Maura's hair, breathing in the shampoo smell she'd come to love. She closed her eyes and her hands traced along the front of Maura's shirt, touching her clavicles before moving toward her neck.
Maura closed her eyes. The fingers dancing across her skin conjured heat at every little contact. Unconsciously, she arched her back ever so slightly and tilted her head up and back against Jane's cheeks.
Jane caressed under the doctor's chin, drifting down her neck and automatically, her head leaned forward to brush against those lovely, silky locks. Her hands grazed Maura's sides under her jacket, with a fleeting foray across toned abs. She reached up to gently cup and squeeze two perfect breasts, "I accuse you of abandoning me."
Maura's eyes flew open as she felt those skilled fingers wander down to her hips, and then Jane's leg was between her own, spreading them farther apart. Jane's "of hitting me," was murmured against her hair, and the hot breath on her skin made Maura's own breath hitch.
Jane crouched down, dragging her palms around Maura's thighs and lightly massaging the delicate muscles. When she softly squeezed Maura's beautiful butt, she felt the doctor lean against the car to steady herself and quickly rose to whisper in her ear, "And for ignoring me completely." Her hands gravitated back to Maura's hips before gliding in front to grasp the fasteners of the slacks while her whole body sought contact against the doctor's curvy frame.
"Jane," Maura said, startled as she felt the detective's hands undoing her pants. But Jane wouldn't hear any of it, shushing her as she slid her hand past the waistband. "Jane," Maura tried again to turn and face her. "We have to talk."
"No," Jane breathed, her fingers ghosting across Maura's wet panties. Maura arched her back automatically. "We're the way we are because of talking." She applied pressure through the garment and Maura's head tilted back at the spikes of pleasure. "So no more talking."
The hand touching her waist combined with the fingers toying with her underwear became too much for the doctor to handle. "Well if you don't want us to talk, we won't talk," Maura decided. She turned, pulling the detective with her until Jane's back was against the car and Maura's hand was on the back of her neck, pulling her in for a blazing kiss.
She pressed herself against Jane who was straining against her to kiss her fiercely. She placed her hands on Jane's shoulders to try and keep the detective in place, but that plan fell through as her body acted without consulting her mind; the jacket fell to the bare concrete floor. Maura smiled seductively at the fact that there was one less layer separating the two of them and passed her hands over Jane's breasts before trailing along those muscular arms.
Their fingers folded together as their mouths met again and again, reaffirming with every new kiss how much they needed the other.
Jane dropped a linked hand to grasp the back of Maura's neck and support her as she forced the two of them forward. Her lips worked furiously against Maura's as the doctor's back hit the wall of the garage. Arching into Jane's touch, Maura's mouth opened wider in a gasp and Jane took full advantage, threading her fingers in luxurious hair before trailing kisses along Maura's jaw to her neck as the medical examiner panted quietly above her.
Fingers made quick work of Maura's blazer and shirt buttons, peeling them off hurriedly. "You're beautiful," Jane murmured reverently, eyeing the doctor's ample chest. Maura gave her a toothy smile as Jane lightly ran her fingers over the fabric of her bra.
"Jane, as great as it would be to have hot make up sex with you right here, I think it would be hotter," Maura paused to nip Jane's ear affectionately, "if you took me to our room." She placed her hands on the front of Jane's slacks and nudged the detective's shirt up a bit before undoing the hooks.
Jane gulped. "The only way we're making it to the bedroom is if you run right now. And even then, I can't guarantee we'll make it past the living room."
Maura let out a carefree laugh, the kind that Jane had been missing the past few days. She pecked Jane on the cheek and then took off, giggling as she raced for the house. Jane simply shook her head and smiled, giving the doctor a tiny head start before chasing after her.