"I'm, uh, going to introduce myself to the new M.E., guys. I'll catch you upstairs," Jane was already walking to the elevators as she announced it.
"You met her yesterday, Jane. Remember? When you wasted coffee on a spit-take right in front of her?" Martinez chuckled in his throat, looking to the other detectives for confirmation of his hilarity. Jane could hear the other men chuckle in accord.
Jane mumbled something about breaking faces if they brought it up again when the elevator doors closed, sealing her inside. The elevator descended distressingly fast. Jane didn't know what she was going to say or how or if she would find any words at all. But there was a magnetic pull toward the blonde that Jane couldn't shake. In the dark, late at night, under only dim lights from the bar or at Jane's apartment, it was easy to be with Maura. It wasn't awkward or difficult to talk to her. They just were. They didn't even need to be the people they were in the sunlight, handling guns or scalpels. They were just Jane and Maura.
ONE WEEK, SIX HOURS AGO
It had only been two days since Jane had seen her blonde last. But it only took 24 hours for Jane to start to miss the soft skin and gentle touch of the woman she was beginning to see on a regular basis. True, they never planned to rendezvous nor did they even have one another's number to plan such meetings but somehow they knew. One might be waiting longer than the other but it was always constant, if one showed, so did the other.
It was late, too late, The Dirty Robber was closing in an hour but Jane had to try. It had been a long case; spread of a new drug called Speedball had been sitting in Jane's stack of unsolved cases for weeks. They had no leads on a supplier but kids were turning up dead, overdosed, in shady places all over the city like dead flies. Finally, early yesterday morning, they had a lead. Bursting through the supplier's front door, Jane arrested a middle-aged man named Chuck. He didn't look like an addict, which disconcerted her the most. But as exhaustion overcame her after the adrenaline died maybe an hour after the arrest, Jane couldn't keep one person from her mind. Jane was never a woman that needed another for comfort. She never needed anyone like that. Not even as a kid. But there was something about Maura that completely undid her. Jane found herself irreversibly craving Maura at a carnal level.
Please be here, Maura, Jane silently pleaded as she rounded the corner onto the street that housed the bar.
When Jane entered the tavern, only the dregs of bar life were left lingering in the dim lighting. A few cops she didn't even know, a few barely legals, and some middle-aged men scattered around at odds and ends in the space. Jane scanned the room nonchalantly for her blonde – nothing. Jane's face fell. She didn't even realize how much she wanted to see the blonde until she didn't, and couldn't until maybe the next night when she knew unconsciously that she would try again. Jane shuffled to the bar as Sal greeted her with a nod. Jane raised a single finger, asking silently for a beer. By the time Jane sat down, Sal had a Blue Moon waiting. An orange peel freshly shoved into the bottle made the beer foam, Jane took a large swig anyway. The liquid soothed her throat, hitting her stomach with another satisfying coating of warmth. The beer immediately began its reach to her fingertips and toes as she realized she had hardly eaten during the day. Great, Jane inhaled deeply, prepping herself for the oblivion of alcohol.
Sal took a wet, white rag to the bar top as patrons began to exit intermittently. Jane sat alone at the bar. Sal didn't hurry her. Another swig, Jane was sinking into a gloom. Her shoulders slumped, her body unwinding. She would be alone tonight and for the first time in years, it made Jane suddenly feel incredibly lonely. Another swig.
But no sooner had Jane begun to melt into a despondency she couldn't shake that warm, comforting, familiar hands drifted around her middle from behind. "You look tired, let me take you to bed." A deep, sultry, feminine, lilt echoed in her ear as the woman pressed herself reassuringly against Jane's back. Jane didn't turn right away but she smiled to herself uncontrollably.
Maura grazed her lips against the spot just below Jane's ear. The same spot that sent shivers down her spine every time Maura kissed it, always making Jane respond immediately. The brunette turned her cheek toward the other, accepting the gesture.
"I thought you would be gone by now,"
"No, you didn't." Maura teased, nuzzling Jane's cheek playfully. "You're here." The conclusion was not lost on Jane. Yes, she did hope that Maura would be here, waiting.
"You waited,"
"I did." Maura was always blunt. Jane never had to wonder if Maura was telling the truth because she never skirted around anything. If that's what Maura was doing, if that's what she wanted, she told her. Jane turned fully on the stool to face the blonde; Maura relinquished her hold on the brunette as she spun but entrapped her immediately between her arms placing both hands on the edge of the bar at either side of Jane. Jane's dimpled grin reached ear to ear. She tried to suppress it; hiding the surprising amount of joy Maura brought her by waiting.
"You didn't have to,"
"And miss this look on your face?" Maura smiled deeply, eyes dropping every so often to linger on Jane's lips as they curled in a matching smile. They held each other's eyes for moments more before the silent agreement passed between them. Let's get out of here.
Immediately, Jane threw a $10 bill on the bar turning to leave, always keeping at least one part of Maura in her periphery. Maura waited, shifting from one foot to the other. Jane couldn't help but smile again as she recognized the signs of impatience. She tapped the bar twice in goodbye to the barkeep.
"See ya, Jane." Sal called back, returning immediately back to wiping down the bar. Jane turned on her heel to meet the alluring eyes of her blonde. Maura was absentmindedly twirling a piece of hair between her fingers. The women gravitated toward one another, their arms brushing, bodies stepping in sync. Maura was still twirling the piece of hair when Jane pressed a hand to the small of Maura's back, leaning toward her ear, "You know that's a sign of sexual frustration." Maura smiled.
"Good thing you're going to help me with that."
Jane pushed the door of the bar open, walking through first, a hand lingering to hold the door for the blonde to follow. Maura stepped forward toward Jane reaching out to graze her fingers against the woman's torso. "Thank you," she whispered against Jane's lips. Smiling together, Jane guided Maura down the street turning the corner she had passed hardly half an hour before. Once descending down the dark street, Maura looped an arm through Jane's, looking for both the closeness and security Jane gave her. Street lamps on this block were intermittent. Both Jane and Maura could see her car only feet away parked under the light of the next lamp. Jane couldn't take the waiting. In the dark between two orange glows from the streetlights, Jane hastily pressed Maura against the brick wall at the back of The Dirty Robber. Jane's lips crashed onto Maura's. Maura's response was immediate as she opened her mouth to Jane's, the kiss instantly heated. Maura's thigh pressed forward spreading Jane's legs. Jane moaned into Maura's mouth. The blonde's hands roamed upward into the brunette's hair gripping a handful and pulling Jane closer still. Jane's tongue pressed into Maura's mouth, Maura's tongue meeting her at the entrance.
Lifting just the edges of Maura's top, Jane explored the newly exposed skin. Maura's thigh clenched at the sudden contact making Jane groan, the friction almost unbearable. Jane ground against Maura's leg anyway, unable to stop herself. Maura could feel the heat between Jane's legs.
"God, Jane, fuck me, please!" An exasperated and begging Maura was Jane's favorite. Jane complied, taking her hand and leading her to her car. The brunette opened the back door and motioned inside, smiling dangerously.
"You don't have tinted windows, Jane."
"Do you really care at this point?" It was two a.m., no, Maura didn't care. She climbed in the backseat turning to accept Jane as she closed the door behind her. Jane pressed a hand against the small of Maura's back, guiding her down against the seat so Jane could straddle her. Jane's dark hair collapsed around them creating a curtain. Maura's eyes found Jane's in the darkness and beaming at one another, Jane closed the distance between them. Jane's leg pressed between Maura's grinding against her. Maura called out almost immediately, "Oh, Jane!" Jane's efforts redoubled but it wasn't enough, not for Jane. She wanted to be inside Maura, pushing her to orgasm. Jane's left hand lifted from the edge of the seat, her body tilting to the right to support her weight as she pulled at the button on Maura's green pants.
They admitted her almost immediately as Jane slid her hand beneath the fabric, lifting her panties as well on her way inside. Maura gasped at the contact. Jane enjoyed the feel of the soft bare skin she found there. Swirling her ring finger gently over Maura's clit had the blonde shrieking her name again, the sudden contact almost too much. Releasing, Jane glided her middle finger lower finding admittance and pressing into Maura. The blonde whimpered beneath her. Jane pumped in and out of Maura, increasing speed then slowing, increasing then slowing. The agonizing pace drove Maura crazy and Jane knew it. Jane slowed again as she pressed her thumb against Maura's clit, circling. The blonde's breathing became ragged and more intense. Jane increased her speed matching Maura's breathing. The moaning was getting louder. Jane's own arousal grew with each thrust. Pressing a second finger into Maura, was almost her undoing. The blonde moaned louder than she had in days. Jane knew anyone in within close enough distance from her car could hear.
"Maura, shhhh," Jane was almost laughing. Her chest swelled with pride, it was an immense compliment knowing she could have this affect on her. It didn't stop her efforts. Thrusting deeper, Jane simultaneously circled with her thumb and began to curl her two fingers against Maura's inner walls. It was enough. Maura's orgasm exploded around Jane's fingers. Maura's gasp was nearly a scream until Maura muffled herself with one of Jane's shirts from the floor. The blonde thrust gently against Jane's hand carrying her orgasm into its next stages of contentment.
PRESENT DAY
The doors of the elevator burst open, taunting Jane to proceed. She cleared her throat and stepped from the elevator. Each step closer to the doors of the morgue made Jane's throat tighten. Jane could see the two windows on those doors. Each step was allowing her to see more of the inside of the morgue. She's in there, just on the other side of those doors. Jane caught herself being hopeful.
Head up, Jane. You're just making sure there won't be any awkwardness now that we are working together. Try not to hold the whole, "haven't seen or heard from you in a week" thing against her.