They tumbled into the taxi, arms and legs contorting to find purchase. Their kiss never broke. Jane mumbled her address to the driver between breaths before pressing the blonde into the door, using it as leverage to hold herself against her.
"Oh God," the blonde huffed as Jane began to ravish her neck and shoulders, pulling the thin sleeve of the dress down to give herself a clear space to kiss.
"Jane, my name is Jane."
"Maura,"
Those were the last spoken words of the night.
Jane threw a $20 at the taxi driver and exploded out of the car with Maura following at her heels when they arrived at Jane's doorstep. The taxi driver hesitated while the two women stumbled up the stairs to Jane's apartment. The brunette pulled her keys from her pants pocket, fumbling to push them into the lock. Maura was impatient. She pulled roughly at Jane's elbow, spinning her round to face her. Maura pressed herself into Jane, gripping Jane's face between her hands, holding her in place while Maura's tongue explored Jane's mouth. She stepped forward, thrusting Jane against the unlocked front door. Jane met Maura's passion, wrapping her arms Maura's middle.
Jane shifted her arms securely around the woman between them before she lifted Maura from the ground. The blonde's legs immediately wrapped around Jane. Their kiss was constant. Jane turned their bodies to face the door, still holding Maura against her as Maura's lips drifted to Jane's jaw and neck and anything else she could reach. Key still in the lock from before the distraction, Jane turned the key, pushed open the door, removed the key, and shut the door again in one fluid motion. The brunette walked them to the next door, jamming another key into the lock. As she did so, Jane pressed Maura roughly against her front door. Maura's strong legs grasped the brunette's waist firmly as Jane's arms released briefly to allow her hands to rove her waist and thighs possessively. The blonde's hands twisted in the brunette's hair, gripping at anything that would give her leverage to hold Jane closer.
Jane fumbled around for her doorknob, searching frantically for the key that she had left in the lock. Finally, the palm of her hand landed roughly onto the key's edge. It hurt. She didn't care. Wrapping a firm arm around Maura again, Jane threw her door open wide to admit them. When they had stumbled inside, she slammed the door closed behind them with her foot, throwing the keys onto the floor. They clanged satisfactorily against the hardwoods.
Once the door slammed shut, Maura climbed hesitantly off Jane. In the dim light, Jane could see nothing but swollen, grinning lips and tousled hair. Maura's black dress had completely ridden up; it now lay comfortably in the crook between Maura's thighs and her waist. Jane smiled crookedly as she took in her prey and her mounting victory. Jane hummed in her chest as her chin dipped low, peering at Maura from beneath dark lashes. Maura squealed playfully and ran in the opposite direction. Toward the bedroom in the back of the apartment. Jane gave chase, smiling like a fool.