A/N: It's been a while and it's short, but this is all I got.
A big fat thank you to Dantebeatrice77 for bullying me to post something again.
According to the National Institute of Health, the smoking prevalence among physicians was 21% and 25% for med students.
"Is this what you've been doing in your spare time?" Jane asked with judgment dripping from her voice.
The sight of lithe, olive toned arms cutting through the air was distracting, but the rush of tobacco made her feel high. Disoriented and slightly queasy, but it burned so good that her second inhale was longer than the last. The crackling of paper burning was nostalgic and the pressure in her lungs felt unusually freeing. The fiery orange embers were the only light she had in the darkness and she couldn't shake her gaze away. She spun the worn brassy lighter between two fingers and the metal on metal scraping from flicking the lid open and shut made her shiver. But as paper and tobacco burned off, she scrunched her nose at the speckles of ash dusting her newly paved deck.
"I usually read," Maura replied. "Or have sex, but this tastes better tonight."
They're bickering in Maura's Beacon Hill backyard. It's small, almost too small to be considered a backyard at all, but it feels like the Mariana Trench between them. Jane stood with her arms tightly crossed in front of her as Maura reclined on the cushioned lounger. She was relaxed as a Marlboro gold hung daintily from manicured fingertips. The fresh pack laid open on the glass top table next to an ornate glass dish. Cold ash and two butts already snubbed out was proof she'd been sitting there for a while. The navy Roland Mouret dress was hiked up three inches too high as legs crossed at the ankles. It was late and dark and past her normal bedtime, but the August humidity had her itching to decompress like she was back in France.
"I thought you had plans with—?"
"Do you want one?" Maura interrupted her and extended the pack towards Jane. She even offered her favorite one. The one she always enjoyed last. The one that gave her time to think twice about buying another pack or carton. "Live a little."
Jane pushed herself from the patio door and sat astride Maura's lounger. She nudged her head in the direction of the offending smoke and grimaced as Maura stubbed out the ash and immediately lit another. Jane stared at her. Silently questioning Maura's medical degree with a raised eyebrow, but she couldn't resist the challenge. It had been a long time since she had to pretend she liked it. Liked the act. The taste. The smell. Vice was long over, but there was always something alluring about the push and pull. The inhale and exhale of carcinogens. Martinez looked rugged, but Maura? She looked like sex.
"You gonna light it with me?" Jane pulled it smoothly from the foil tipped pack and rested it lightly between her lips. She didn't wait for a response as she leaned forward until the end of hers was a hair away from Maura's lit one. A strong, scarred hand rested on a smooth exposed thigh.
Maura stared right into daring eyes and completed the distance. The sizzle of her embers igniting Jane's unlit tobacco made Maura bite back a moan. She took a slight breath in and blew lightly into the filter. Embers shined brighter as smoke filled between them. Seconds later, Jane had an even light and Maura leaned back against her chair. Jane's hand never left bare skin.
"Why are you here? You said it was boys' night at the Robber." Maura shifted in place, careful not to knock the warm hand from her body. She was already throbbing and straining her back to keep herself in check.
"You want me to go?" Jane braced herself on the chair and began to stand, but not before Maura pulled her back down. A scarred palm was roughly placed back to its rightful spot.
"Don't be like that." Smoke billowed out in wisps. It wrapped around her as it dissipated into the darkness. Her next drag was a long one. It filled her lungs and the excess filtered out of her nose. She tilted her head up and let the smoke ebb and flow out slowly. She wondered if she could still blow rings, but she's older now and the tobacco burns a little too much for it to sit in the back of her throat.
"Why're you hidin' from me?" Jane couldn't breathe in anymore. Her chest burned, her throat was dry, it was making her lightheaded. But she couldn't tear her eyes away from Maura's dark stained lips as they closed softly around the light brown filter.
"I'm not." Maura tapped out the last of the ash and dropped the empty stub into a glass dish. She folded her hands together and rested them on top of her stomach. With impatience, she uncrossed her legs and bit her lip as Jane's hand clenched at her thigh. Long fingers just barely reached the apex of smooth legs.
Jane flicked the half smoked stick towards the pavement and finally used both hands to lean against yoga-toned thighs. Nose to nose. Breathing each other's polluted air. Lips barely grazed against each other. Eyes wide open and challenging. Maura remained stoically still as Jane searched for a better answer.
"You wanna try that again?" Jane tilted her head. Brown eyes intently watched as hazel ones looked everywhere except back at her. Patience was wearing thin as frustration settled in.
"I need you," Maura whispered. "And I hate that."
Jane hummed, but didn't say anything. She just dropped her eyes and trailed them all over the subtly heaving body in front of her. The air thickened around them and when painted lips parted ever so politely, Jane met her gaze. The need in Maura's eyes was dizzying and Jane almost moaned at the undeniable look of frustration.
She tasted bitter and a little like a crackling fire on its last legs. Maura was soft, but confident and languid. Jane darted the tip of her tongue across the bottom of lipstick smeared lips. She swallowed the petite moan Maura let out and smiled as she drifted her lips over Maura's jawline. Jane laved just behind the pearl teardrop earring and reveled in the nails digging into her sides.
"Maura." Jane spoke the words against her neck. Her breath tickled over the thick neck vein that Jane swore she could hear. Emboldened by nails that haven't let go, Jane slid her hand further up until she met wet silk. It was her turn to breathe out heavily. Maura gently rolled her hips forward and finally let out a breathy sigh.
"I need y—oh!" A fingertip slipped passed silk and dragged wetness up and down. It swirled softly at her clit and lazily back down. Jane pulled away and a protest was on the tip of Maura's tongue until her gaze followed wet fingertips being wrapped around knowing lips. The softest fuck was whispered as Maura sank deeper into the lounger, hoping that it would just swallow her whole.
"Tell me why you're out here, smokin' like I did something wrong." Jane gently stood and pulled Maura to her. She steered them inside and up the stairs. Large hands mapped out every inch of Maura's couture covered body. The bedroom door shut quietly behind them. With familiarity and an ounce of annoyance, Jane sat on the bench at the foot of the bed. Legs spread apart with elbows digging into the tops of her thighs and her chin resting in her hands. Expectant eyes demanded an answer.
"I shouldn't have to need you," Maura justified. "But when I got home…it was empty and quiet and you weren't here..." She shuffled her feet back and forth. Toes digging into the area rug. The one Jane chose and the one she hated. It didn't match. It was too thick. It was out of place.
"What—" Jane huffed out. Pissed that she didn't understand. Pissed that she couldn't finish her sentence.
"You," Maura spat, "told me that you'd always be home. To take care of me. Instead—"
"Instead, what?!" Jane bit out that last word. "I didn't come crawling at your beck and fucking call? I told you where I was goin'. You said it was fucking fine!" She sucked her teeth in and had to reign in her temper and attitude.
"Don't you dare curse at me, Jane." Maura could feel her blood pressure rising, but the hot burning behind her eyes was confusing. Was she angry or did she feel abandoned? An hour ago, she knew exactly why she slipped back into old habits, but now? She wasn't so sure.
"Then you gotta tell me what's goin' on. I'm runnin' in blind, baby." Jane stood up and pushed Maura lovingly against the wall. Hands holding overheated cheeks and wet lips mashed together in a cacophony of confusion.
"My fath—Arthur," Maura struggled. "He—he didn't show up and I—" Jane silenced her. Hard and fast. Wet and loud. Hands grappled with the hidden zipper tucked under a flap of fabric. The dress pooled at her feet and Jane kicked it away angrily. The clasp of her bra was forgotten as Jane yanked the straps down her arms, along with ruined silk, until it joined the rumpled navy dress in the corner.
Shuffled back by her hips, Jane all but pushed Maura onto the bed. Breasts bounced as Maura adjusted to lay back on oversized pillows. Jane stripped down to her tight black boyshorts and laid her adrenaline laden body over Maura's.
"Why didn't you call me?" Jane scraped her teeth down the center of Maura's chest. She flicked her tongue against a nipple and grazed her teeth around the rosy bud. Red streaks marred unblemished skin. Nips and marks littered her abdomen as Jane made her way down.
Maura unabashedly spread her legs, groaning at the puffs of air teasing her. Legs twitching as Jane nudged her nose against her. She bent her legs at the knees and planted her feet flat onto the bed. Kisses and nips at her inner thighs made her breathe out heavily. Maura felt arms wrap around her thighs and fingers spread her open. She held her breath as a cool breeze washed over her need.
"I'm waiting, Maura." Jane could and would wait all night if she had to.
"I didn't want to be that kind of woman, that always pulls you away. That always needs—" Maura moaned long and low as Jane swept her tongue along the length of her.
"You should know better than that by now," Jane tsked.
"Jay, please…" Maura just needed to come and forget.
"Tell me you know better," Jane demanded.
"I do," Maura promised. "I normally do, but I was just so disappointed and hurt and angry and coming home to an empty house while you were out…"
Jane's lips closed around her clit.
A moan forcibly escaped the back of her throat, low and guttural, and Jane smiled into her. Maura could feel the wetness coat Jane's cheeks as she threaded her fingers through thick curls. She's been longing to see the dark tangled mess bob up and down between her legs. Brown eyes lovingly looked up to her and Maura could feel her calves tightening. The cool yet scorching pinpricks rushed up and down her back and legs. Her heart rate increased with every inhale and exhale.
She was close.
Jane flattened her tongue and Maura lost all inhibitions and ground desperately against what had been given to her. Her head slammed back into the pillows. She felt her back go rigid as her sex tensed and tensed. Maura tightened her grip on brunette curls and fisted the bedsheets until she was sure the half moons on her palms were bleeding. But Jane didn't stop.
It was breathy and wet. So fucking wet when she came and Jane rode her softly through the aftershocks with a gentle tongue lathing at her oversensitive clit. Legs eventually stopped quaking and she had to drop her knees before she got a cramp. Jane kissed slowly up her body, but with the buzz in her body, Maura couldn't feel anything else.
"Do you know better now?" Jane asked softly.
"I do," Maura whispered. "I'm sorry."
"I know you are, baby." Jane kissed the top of her head and they laid there in a loving silence.
Until next time!