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Jane sat in her room, her fingers twirling her black locks. She wished, needed, for Maura to be with her. It had been over an hour since her teacher had dropped her off but Jane couldn't put her head to the pillow.
"You asked for this." Jane had to remind herself over an over. "You are the reason you are getting no sleep." Finally, Jane fell onto her mattress.
Maura's fingertips glided into the view of Jane's mind. The blonde hair and the perfect light pink lips engulfed her mind again. She's everything. Maura's nimble fingers were everywhere on Jane, everywhere Jane wanted them to be.
Jane huffed out a frustrated breath when she opened her eyes to see her lonely bedroom. Her phone was only inches from her fingers but she couldn't bring herself to call Maura. It was almost 1:30 in the morning and she was sure the older woman had gone to bed long ago.
And what am I supposed to say to her? Jane thought as she flipped over onto her stomach. Tell her that I'm fantasizing about her? No. That wouldn't be fair. I can't give her that image when I can't even lie on a couch while kissing her. She bit her bottom lip in growing frustration and another feeling that she couldn't pinpoint. It was boiling in her lower stomach and suddenly she realized what was happening. She was getting turned on by thinking about Maura.
It wasn't like it never happened before, Jane admitted to herself. It was just the first time that, while alone, Jane felt a strong arousal in response to Maura.
Soon, an embarrassment fell over her. I can't. She fought with herself. She knew what people usually do to relieve such pressure. I don't even… know how. Jane turned to her lie on her back again. Slowly a hesitant left hand snaked down the front of her body to the line of her boxers. Pulling the band up with her other hand, Jane slid down further. Then, for the first time, she felt the pool of moisture.
A sharp gasp escaped from her lips.
The Next Day:
The lunch bell rang and all of the students of South Boston High School were going to their respective rooms. The hallways were quickly dissipating and Jane took longer than necessary to retrieve her lunch bag from her locker. Her locker was in Ms. Isles's hallway.
She's barely 50 meters away. Jane ached at knowing the dangers of being seen with her too much. Her sight clung to Ms. Isles's classroom door a few seconds too long and her grip on the metal locker was tightening. She closed her locker and was surprised to see Matilda standing right behind where the door was once open.
"Hey," Jane smiled.
"Hey," Matilda replied. "Where have you been lately? The girls have been worrying about you since we left the club last weekend."
Jane nodded. "Oh, yeah. I just got a ride home from a friend. Nothing to worry about!"
Matilda tugged on Jane's hand to lead her down the hallway to the lunch court.
"So, tell me what you've been up to." Matilda pressed as she let go of her friend's hand.
Falling into step with Matilda, Jane answered. "You know, homework. Mr. Hodgen's a Nazi with trig assignments."
"So that's what you're using? Trig?" Matilda cast a suspecting glance at her friend.
"It's the truth." jane defended.
"Come on," Matilda urged. "I know what's going on."
"I'm sure," Jane rolled her eyes good heartedly.
"Are you seeing Brian again? He can't stop talking about you."
"Nope." jane shook her head.
"Okay," Matilda replied, beginning to give up. "Can you hang out with us tomorrow? It's Saturday, you should get out and do something fun."
Possibilities of a Saturday with Maura flashed through Jane's mind. "I don't know."
"Sunday?" Matilda tried again.
"Maybe." Jane replied. Matilda shot her a look. "I don't know if I'm going to be busy."
"You know what, Jane?" Matilda said. They just approached the door to the lunch court. "Don't worry about it." Then, she left Jane to stand there by herself.
"Mati," Jane tried to call her back. This time she rolled her eyes in annoyance. Then it hit her that this was in fact her fault. Jane had no one to blame but herself.
She turned away from the lunch court, not wanting to enter. She wasn't sure of how many friends she had left in there.
Jane walked back down the hallway, trying to push Matilda out of her head. Sacrifices. You told yourself you would make any sacrifice for Maura. Matilda's disappointed face crushed Jane. She wore a flat frown as she returned to her locker-not knowing where else to go.
"Hello, Miss. Rizzoli."
Jane turned around at the mention of her name. Maura was standing in front of her locker.
Maura's long blonde tresses fell in loose waves past her shoulders. She was wearing a black dress suit with her black heels. She was wearing that seductive yet playful smirk.
She's trying to kill me. Jane dry swallowed.
"Hello, Ms. Isles." She replied, letting her hand fall from the lock she was trying to unlock.
"I would like to speak to you about your last essay." Ms. Isles replied as she looked past Jane at a few students talking at the other end of the hall.
"Sure," Jane nodded without looking behind her.
Maura turned around and her clicking of her heels worked as a dog leash on Jane, making her follow every step.
Jane shut the door behind her. She placed her lunch bag on one of the empty desks.
Maura was sitting on her desk, watching the younger woman before her shift uncomfortably in her shoes. She offered an outstretched hand to Jane.
Jane took Maura's hand and settled into a standing position in front of her.
"What's wrong?" Maura touched Jane's cheek for a few seconds.
Jane bit her bottom lip, trying not to look directly into those piercing blue eyes. "I'm too embarrassed to say…" I can't just go ahead and tell her that I got off to her last night. That's so mortifying.
"Oh, come on. Now you have to say it." Maura teased, pulling Jane even closer. The younger girl was now standing between Maura's spread legs.
"I don't think here is a good place." Jane replied nervously.
"Come on. Why don't you whisper it in my ear?" Maura offered. Jane didn't want to but she nodded in agreement.
A pit lodged itself in Jane's stomach as she leaned forward, her lips just an inch from Maura's ear.
Maura listened, then her grip on Jane's hips tightened and a short gasp could be heard from the young teacher. The younger girl moved so that she face to face with her.
Jane couldn't detect the exact reaction Maura was giving her. Maura's hands clenched on Jane's hips and her heavy breathing all pointed to good signs though.
"Do you want to come over tonight?" Maura asked, her lust getting in the way of basic judgment. An almost hesitant look came upon Jane's face and Maura quickly reacted. "I just want to spend time with you. And, Jay, thanks for telling me."
Jane nodded. Then, she leaned forward and buried her face in the crook of Maura's neck, her arms wrapping around the older woman instantaneously. Maura was trying to settle down her heartbeat as she stroked Jane's hair.
"It was the first time," Jane finally said after a few minutes of hugging.
Maura pushed Jane's shoulders back so she could look at her. "First time you…?" She nodded her head towards Jane's hand that was rested on one of Maura's thighs.
Jane nodded.
"Well, that's the first step, you know." Maura smiled. "I had a friend in high school who told me that you can't trust anyone with your body unless you trust yourself with it first."
Jane remained silent.
"And," Maura put her lips close to Jane's ear. "I don't have to tell you how hot that is." Her words were soft and almost innocent, just like Jane.
An almost painful shiver shot through Jane's body.
Just before Maura was about to place a gentle kiss on Jane's lips, the lunch bell rang again.
The two separated quickly, knowing Maura had a class.
"Dorchester park?" Maura asked as she turned to return to her desk chair.
"Yea," Jane replied, pushing a hair behind her ear. They had decided it was a better place to meet and easier for the both of them.
Then she made her way out the door, grabbing her lunch bag and stealing one last glance before heading to Trig.
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