Jane stepped out of the shower, her eyes following the water trail to the door. Maura had hopped out to let Jane relax by herself so that she could find some clothes to wear. She had thought it was funny and kind of Maura to want to wear her clothes instead of putting her only slightly damp clothes back on, but she let her.
She wiped the mirror to look at her reflection. She smiled slightly at her flushed skin, knowing that it wasn't just because of the hot water. She heard Maura moving around outside the door, so she wrapped her towel around herself and opened the door.
"Hi," she whispered, leaning against the door frame. Maura looked up and smiled. "Did you find something to wear?"
"Yes; I just grabbed your Boston Homicide shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Is that ok?"
Jane delayed for a second, enjoying the sight of Maura in her Homicide shirt. "Yeah." She also noticed that the doctor wasn't wearing a bra.
"Did you still want to come by today?" Jane nodded before looking down at herself.
"Just let me get dressed first."
"No, I think you should come over like that," Maura suggested before heading towards the door to head out to the kitchen.
"Maur-" Jane started, a little bit surprised, and a little bit intrigued. Maura just shot her a look to show that she was kidding, but even then, Jane wasn't too sure. She watched as Maura cheekily left the room, then turned back to the bathroom.
She closed the door behind her and removed her towel to properly dry herself, more than she probably had to before, because her short banter with Maura had added a certain wetness to her.
"Jane?" Maura knocked on the door.
"Yeah?" came from the other side.
"You mother just called and she said she's having some trouble with the plumbing, so I'm just going to pop home, ok?"
"Yeah, that's fine. I can throw your... um... clothes in the dryer and bring them over when they're dry, if you like?"
"That sounds great. I'll see you in a bit."
"Ok...and Maura?" she asked, popping her head out the door.
"Yes, Jane?" Maura moved closer to the door and leaned against the frame so that her face was only inches from Jane's.
"Thank you." Maura smiled, then leant in to kiss Jane's nose. Jane wriggled it afterwards, causing Maura to giggle, which caused Jane to laugh as she closed the door.
Jane closed her front door behind her, bending down to remove Jo's leash, then walked over to her pile of clean clothes to fold. She picked up Maura's lacy underwear, smirking to herself as she held it up with her thumbs tucked into the elastic, in rather the same way she had a few hours ago.
Suddenly, breaking her from her dirty thoughts, there was a knock at the door. She tossed down the delicate underwear, slightly frustrated, only to have her face flush pink when it was Frankie at the door.
"'Sup, sis?" he asked, pushing his way through and over to the kitchen counter.
"Uh... not much. No...no, just doing laundry."
"Kissed Maura lately?"
"You mean, in the last few hours?" Jane shook her head to bring her back into 'private big sister Jane' mode. "You know what? It's none of your business if we've kissed or whatever." Frankie ignored her, just then noticing the pile of laundry with the very non-Jane pair of panties on top.
"Yeah, Jane; looks like you wear planning on 'whatever-ing' with the doctor... Were you gonna wear these?" He held the underwear up with two fingers, aiming an accusing look at Jane.
"Ugh, Frankie; I'd never wear those," Jane countered, snatching the panties back, walking back into the kitchen. "They're Maura's." She froze mid-stride, realising how what she said sounded. She spun around to a very shocked Frankie. "Frankie, I didn't-"
"Oh, my god! You and Maura did it!"
"No, Frankie! She came over and spilt water on her pants, so I offered to dry them and her underwear." Frankie's face fell for a moment, realising that that was a plausible explanation, but his eyes quickly latched onto a matching bra, buried in the laundry pile. He reached over and picked Jane's clothes off it.
"So... were you two having a water fight, or something?" He raised his eyebrows and held back a smirk, waiting for Jane to explain that.
Jane let out an exasperated sigh before leaning on her elbows on the counter, preparing to come clean. "Ok. Frost's mother called and it got me upset, so Maura came over to comfort me and we had a shower together. BUT!" she spoke up, so that Frankie wouldn't jump to any more conclusions. "We kept our underwear on, and so that is why Maura's lacy panties and her lacy bra and in my laundry pile, 'cause they got wet, and I offered to dry them so that she didn't have to either wear her wet underwear home, or have to carry them into her home to dry them, probably getting spotted by Ma in the process." Frankie stepped back as he saw Jane's eyes well up with tears.
"Jane, I'm sor-"
"Just go, Frankie. My friendship with Maura is not there for you to make fun of. She's my best friend, and I love her, and I don't need you or anyone else trying to make me feel guilty about it. And yes, I have kissed Maura in the last few hours since you found out, and it was good, so there." Frankie opened his mouth to speak, but Jane cut him off again. "Please, Frankie: go." Frankie closed his mouth and nodded, turning to head to the door. He looked back over his shoulder as he opened the door, looking Jane in the eyes.
"I am sorry."
"I know." He nodded once more, then walked out the door, closing it gently behind him.
Jane bowed her head between her arms, still resting on the counter. She took a few deep breaths, staying there for at least five minutes, giving Frankie enough time to leave, then picked herself up, grabbed Maura's clothes, her keys and her phone, and opened her door, tapping her thigh with her free hand for Jo to follow.
Jo skittered around on the back seat, obviously not used to it, as Jane folded Maura's clothes at the red lights, then placed them on the passenger seat beside her. Once she had finished, she placed them in a neat pile on her lap and clicked her fingers for Jo to jump to the front, before taking off when the light changed to green.
She pulled up into Maura's driveway just as the same gorgeous blonde stepped out, still wearing Jane's clothes, but thankfully with a bra on. She ushered Jane inside, conscious of how strange it looked to have her own clothes delivered to her door. Besides, Angela was only just around the corner.
"Thank you, Jane," Maura said sweetly as Jo rushed past her to bop noses with Bass in the kitchen.
"It's ok. Frankie came over just as I was folding them." She said it with a sarcastic tone, letting Maura know that it didn't go too well.
"Uh-oh," she whimpered, placing her clothes on the arm of the couch.
"Yeah. I told him that we kissed again and showered together, so that's great."
"I'm so sorry, Jane."
"Stop it, Maura; it's not your fault." She walked over to the shorter woman and wrapped her arm around her. Maura leaned into the half-hug, enjoying the warm smell of a freshly-showered Jane.
"Wait," she suddenly started. "Which kiss did you tell him about?"
"I didn't specify... I actually didn't even say we'd only kissed once. I said something like, 'I have kissed Maura since you found out earlier today'." She finished with a shrug, making Maura giggle.
"So, as far as he knows, we could've kissed, say... ten times."
"Maura..."
"What?" she let out with a chuckle. Jane just sighed, retreating to the couch. Before she could get too far, Maura latched onto her arm and pulled her back to face her. Jane looked puzzled for a second, until Maura slid her hands down to hold Jane's. "I liked kissing you, Jane."
Jane tilted her head to the side as she gave Maura one of those special looks; the one's that only she got. "I liked kissing you, too." Maura smiled as she slid her arms under Jane's, as the brunette's arms went over and around her back. Maura's fingers scrunched into Jane's baggy sweater. She breathed in Jane's scent again, relaxing even further when she felt Jane nuzzle her hair.
She liked this Jane. The Jane that only she got to see. Her Jane.
She pressed her forehead to Jane's neck again, remembering their first kiss. Jane remembered it too, and got a funny tingly feeling in her tummy at the thought of Maura's lips against hers. Jane tilted her head, her face coming down in front of Maura's. Maura looked up at Jane, noticing a certain softness yet hunger in her eyes.
They were still holding each other closely, so their heads were turned to the side, their cheeks almost on each other's shoulder, their lips just touching. Maura moved closer, her top lip grazing Jane's bottom one. Their breaths came faster and hotter, burning up the lust dancing on the tips of their tongues. "Oh, Jane..." The taller woman pressed her lips together, but not before taking Maura's upper lip between them. Maura's lip closed around Jane's bottom lip, her tongue slipping out to slide gingerly across it.
Maura tilted her head back and pressed her chest against Jane's, eliciting a moan of delight from the other woman. She dug her fingernails into Jane's back through the thin material, dragging her hands up, before slipping down to run her hands along Jane's bare back. Her skin felt warm and cool, sticky but smooth, all at the same time. It intrigued Maura, making her want to touch more. Her hands travelled downwards, the tips of her fingers dipping under Jane's waistband.
Jane wanted Maura to touch her, to hold her, to kiss her, but she wanted to touch, hold and kiss Maura even more. She bent her knees, dropping down to kiss Maura's neck. She ran her tongue up along the blonde's throat, kissing and suckling it again when she reached her jaw. The doctor was quickly melting at the detective's touch. "Oh, Jane..."
"Jane!"
Angela's loud voice came booming from outside, practically ripping the two women's bodies apart, Jane's lips leaving Maura's neck with a mumbled 'oh, shit'. She wiped her mouth on her sleeve and moved over to flop onto the couch, fumbling with the remote, trying to find the 'on' button, while Maura scurried to the kitchen to dab away Jane's remaining saliva with a hand towel. She spun around at the exact moment that Angela burst through the back door, calling Jane's name again.
"Oh, hi Ma," Jane said nonchalantly. Angela smiled over at Maura before moving to sit next to her daughter on the couch, planting a firm kiss on her temple. Maura blew a puff of air out and up to into her hair, puzzled, and slightly impressed, at Jane's ability to slip back into her usual self the second Angela stepped in. Little did she know, Jane's pulse was throbbing in her ears, her lips were tingling with the warmth of Maura's skin, and a warm sensation was settling between her thighs, which she was desperately trying to ignore.
A/N: Hiya! More great reviews from you lovely fan-folk keep me going :) I realised while writing this chapter, that I have written two chapters in a row with our two lovely ladies kissing, so I'll try to further their relationship in the next chapter. It'll be hard though, 'cause I just love writing them kissing! Ok, I'm done... I hope you enjoy xo