*Hi everyone, I am at a loss for words tonight, so I will make this short. Please be advised of the change in rating as this chapter contains over 18 material. As always, thank you all so much for your support here and with my original on Amazon. If you would like to correspond with me or have any questions, please private message me and we can share emails. Please stay safe… G.H.
Bliss Like This
8
Iridescent ribbons of light slipped in through the half-closed blinds of Jane and Maura's bedroom, painting their bed with soft stripes that glowed in between dim shadows of the early morning. It was already warm outside even though the sun was hidden behind a curtain of white clouds causing the sky to emit a brightness that made it look cooler than it was. The warmth that filled their room was the reason that Maura's eyes fluttered open, or perhaps it was the feeling of Jane pushing the sheet that was once wrapped around them to the end of the bed leaving them both exposed to the soft current that filled the room from the ceiling fan that circled above them, slowly stirring the warm air around the room.
With a yawn and gentle stretch, Maura slowly opened her eyes to find herself looking up at the fan as it made lazy circles, humming softly in a way that comforted her. They hadn't turned the air conditioner on yet and she was now beginning to think it was time because even with the fan on, the air was heavy and thick around them. Turning on her side, Maura found herself face to face with Jane who was still sleeping, her dark hair splayed across the pillow her head rested on. A smile creased Maura's lips as her eyes traced over Jane's uncovered body. Jane's tank top had ridden up and over the small baby bump that was now showing and the sight before her almost brought tears to Maura's eyes. As she lay there, counting the ways Jane's body was changing, her fingers itched to feel the soft, smooth skin along the hip covered in rainbow boy shorts but she stopped herself so she could continue to marvel in silence.
They had reached the twelve-week mark and Jane's nausea had finally subsided to be replaced with an appetite to rival the appetite she'd had previously, except now she was craving things she'd never wanted before. With a soft sigh, Maura rolled her eyes at the thought of Jane's new cravings. Some she could understand like salt and vinegar pringles, virgin margaritas, and chicken wings but some made her cringe like instant mashed potatoes with syrup and Taco Bell. Anything from Taco Bell could make Jane's eyes shine with excitement but especially the hot sauce. And then there was the fact that Jane would put the hot sauce on anything, including cantaloupe and that thought alone made Maura scrunch up her nose and make a face of disgust to rival the one Jane made when she was asked to eat salad, something she covered in Taco Bell hot sauce these days. But the hardest thing Jane had had to give up was the beer. She craved it now more than ever and had made Maura promise to buy her a six-pack of ice-cold Bud Light as soon as this was all over. And Maura had promised even though Jane hated Bud Light.
As Maura continued to watch Jane sleep, the need to reach out and touch her was almost overwhelming. Jane's body had changed so much over the past few weeks, something that Maura had noticed. The hard, lean muscles that once defined Jane's abdomen were now soft and supple under Maura's hands when she touched Jane. The little pouch that made its appearance a week ago continued to grow much to Maura's wonder. But that wasn't the only thing growing bigger. The rise and fall of Jane's chest as she slept drew Maura's attention to the enhanced cleavage that spilled over the tank top that was struggling to contain Jane's breasts. Maura had always considered Jane's breast to be one of her best attributes, in fact, she thought they were fabulous... but now, full and bigger than before, the only word that came to mind was voluptuous. Jane now had a killer hourglass figure to marvel Marylyn Monroe and as Maura lay there allowing her eyes to drink in every soft, full curve, her resolve to let Jane sleep was began to crack. And when she couldn't take the longing that had settled in the pit of her stomach any longer, she reached out to run the backs of her fingers along Jane's cheek and was rewarded with a soft smile.
"I was wondering when you were going to touch me…" Jane whispered as her eyes fluttered open.
"You've been awake this whole time?" Maura asked as her fingers continued to move down to trace the outline of Jane's jaw.
"I have." Jane smiled playfully as she reached for Maura's wandering hand so she could place a light kiss along her knuckles. Her playful smile turned serious when she noticed the green of Maura's eyes darken with desire.
Leaning into Jane so their lips were almost touching, Maura brought their joined hands up so she could touch Jane's face again. "I've always thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world, but today… you've taken my breath away." She whispered against Jane's slightly parted lips. "I've been watching you all morning, trying so hard not to wake you up. And now I find out you've been awake this whole time. Do you know how hard it's been not to touch you…?" A pout appeared on Maura's lips as she pulled back to look Jane in the eyes.
"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to do just that?"
"Well…" Maura smiled as she leaned into Jane again bringing their lips together in a long, slow kiss that caused her stomach to tighten with anticipation. "I think we should do something about it, don't you?" She asked with a raised eyebrow as she rolled over on to her back, pulling Jane with her until she felt the weight of Jane's body on top of hers. Her eyes widened as Jane hovered over her showing her the deep cleavage.
"You like what you see?" Jane teased when she saw Maura's eyes go directly to her now ample chest. Licking her lips, Maura nodded enthusiastically as she looked up at Jane's face then back down to where her hands itched to be. With a playful smirk on her face, Jane shifted her weight to straddle the hips beneath hers so she could sit up and look down on Maura. "You wanna touch?" She asked as she cupped her breasts, lifting and squeezing them at the same time.
"You're teasing me…" Maura bit her bottom lip as she waited for Jane's permission to touch.
Running her thumb over the ribbed material of her tank top covering her now hardened nipple, Jane let out a long, slow sigh. Her thighs began to shake with the wave of pleasure that rolled over her causing her eyes to flutter shut as she arched her back, pressing her center against Maura's. The unexpected movement made them both gasp as Maura reached up to grab Jane's hips to hold her in place, so she didn't topple over.
"Oh my God… I'm so sensitive." Jane's voice was low and husky. "And these…" she squeezed her breasts again to emphasize what she was talking about. "They're huge."
"Yes, I've noticed." Maura tried not to smirk as she watched Jane touch herself. "You have no idea how hot you are at the moment, do you…" her voice trailed off as she watched Jane reach for the hem of the tank top she was wearing before pulling it off to expose herself to Maura's smoldering eyes. "Strike that…" she said in a hoarse voice, taking in every inch of bare skin before her. "You are so fucking hot right now I'm afraid if I touch you, I'll burn myself."
"Are you telling me you'd rather watch?" Jane raised an eyebrow in question as her hands moved up to her breasts again, but this time she twisted and pinched her nipples into hard peaks with a small smirk on her lips.
Maura flexed her hands against Jane's hips, pressing her fingers into the hot skin above the waistband of the boy shorts Jane was still wearing. "I'll take my chances…" her voice was strained with the need she was trying to control.
"You sure?" Jane asked as her hands moved down to cover Maura's. She didn't wait for an answer as she dragged those hands up and over her ribs until they rested just below her breasts.
"I've never been surer of anything in my whole life…" the words came out on a breathless whisper as Maura moved her hands higher. And when she touched the underside of Jane's breasts, she let out a shaky sigh and her eyes fluttered shut at the unfamiliar weight she now held in her palms. When she opened her eyes again, she was met with a dimpled smile as Jane pressed herself further into Maura's touch by arching her back. Moving higher, she gave a gentle yet firm squeeze causing Jane's breath to quicken. She could feel the dark hair that cascaded over Jane's shoulder's in soft curls brush against her knuckles as she began to knead and rub her palms against hardened nipples. When Jane flipped her hair over her shoulder, Maura was surprised by her disappointment. But it didn't last long because the feeling of Jane grinding against her, slow and with purpose spurred her to sit up and replace her hands with her mouth.
The sudden shift of Maura's body caused Jane to gasp in surprise, but the feeling of being enveloped in a hot, wet mouth almost pushed her over the edge. "Oh shit, Maur…" she groaned as she twisted her finger's in honey-blonde locks to ensure Maura didn't move away. "You're going to make me come too fast…" her body stiffened, and she panted as Maura's tongue grazed over an overly sensitive bud. Her whole body was on sensation overload that even the feeling of Maura's silky hair slipping through her fingers as she continued to hold on was threatening to push her past her brink. But then the feeling of being released from Maura's mouth gave her a reprieve and a warmth traveled over her skin where their bodies touched as Maura nuzzled the breast closest to her.
"We can't have that now, can we?" Maura whispered as she rubbed her cheek lightly against the puckered flesh her mouth craved to taste again and again. Reeling in her need to spend all morning worshiping the new changes in Jane's body she moved her mouth higher, dragging her tongue from between the valley of Jane's breast to the hollow of her throat before nipping lightly at Jane's jaw. "Tell me what you want…" her voice faltered slightly as she struggled to speak.
When Maura's mouth moved closer to her own, Jane took the opportunity to press her lips to the ones exploring the line of her jaw. It was just what she wanted, sloppy and demanding as she wrapped her arms around Maura's neck, holding on tightly as their bodies pressed even closer together. Her mouth opened to welcome the tongue seeking her own, tentatively at first but then more forcefully when she moaned at its velvety softness caressing her bottom lip. With an urgency she couldn't control, she grabbed at the satin pajama top Maura was wearing and with shaky hands began to pull at the buttons that kept her from feeling the skin beneath.
As they continued to kiss, the feeling of Jane tugging roughly at the material of her pajama top surprised Maura. There was something different in the way Jane took control, something exciting and new. And as she pulled her mouth away from Jane's to help rid herself of the barrier that separated their skin on skin contact, the feeling of Jane's teeth grazing her bottom lip before nipping gently at it almost took her breath away. So, she grabbed at the front of her top and yanked it open with a force that caused the buttons Jane was struggling with to fly across the room.
When Jane leaned back to allow her eyes to graze the length of Maura's now exposed skin a satisfied smirk slid across her lips. "So… fucking… beautiful…" she sighed as she slipped her hands into the open shirt, tracing her fingers along Maura's ribs causing the muscles to twitch as her hands continued to travel higher. The journey along Maura's heated skin brought her to the underside of each breast where she brushed the tops of her fingers, drawing a shuttering breath from them both. But she had yet to reach her destination as she continued to explore, cupping each breast with her palms and tracing feather-light circles over each nipple with her thumbs.
Jane's slow and gentle exploration of her body was paramount to the sweetest torture Maura had ever experienced. The fire that began to grow in the pit of her stomach threatened to rage out of control and the flames that licked at her exposed skin burned in the most pleasurable way. But as Jane's hands moved higher again, the feeling of her top sliding off her shoulders gave her a reprieve from the heat as her skin was exposed to the early morning air bringing a coolness she hadn't expected. It was a reprieve that didn't last long though as the feeling of Jane's breasts brushing against her own caused her body tremble and she wondered if sparks might emit where their bodies touched. And then her breathless sigh was swallowed when Jane pressed their lips together, her tongue demanding entry to Maura's mouth. Parting her lips, she relented and welcomed the request with an eagerness that spurred Jane on.
Maura's breasts pressing against her own wasn't enough to satisfy the need that threatened to rip what little control Jane was struggling to maintain. The light graze of hardened nipples against her own was driving her crazy and without thinking, she roughly pushed Maura onto her back. The sudden distance surprised them both, but Jane was on a mission.
"Jane?" Maura's voice faltered slightly as she looked up with wide eyes filled with uncertainty.
"I need more…" Jane frowned at the uncertain look on Maura's face. It hadn't been her intention to make Maura question herself.
"Tell me what you need… I'll give you anything you want…" Maura said breathlessly as she reached up to place her hands along Jane's hips.
The feeling of Maura's fingers pressing into the skin at her hips brought about a white-hot pleasure that Jane hadn't expected as she surged forward, moving higher and higher until her knees were on either side of Maura's head. She looked down to find Maura gazing at her with a mixture of surprise and satisfaction. They'd never done this before, or at least she hadn't. She had always considered it a vulnerable position; one she enjoyed when Maura was the one on top. But her body was raging for something more, something different and all she could think about was moving her hips over Maura's mouth the same way Maura did when the tables were turned. All her inhibitions, all the control she struggled to maintain dissolved as lowered herself to find the salvation she knew was waiting for her. And she knew it wouldn't take long to see the light flare behind her closed eyes as she grabbed the headboard with one hand and a breast in the other to pull and tug at a hardened nipple.
Having Jane move to hover over her was a surprise to Maura, one that was unexpected but welcomed all the same. She had on many occasions turned herself over the pleasure derived from one of her favorite positions, but Jane often struggled with giving herself over completely to the moment. But not today… today Jane knew exactly what she wanted, and she was making sure Maura knew as well. She watched in awe as Jane looked down at her, eyes dark with the most intense desire she had ever seen, silently asking for her to bring an end to sweet agony they both sought relief from. And she had every intention of doing just that as she guided Jane's center to her waiting mouth.
The first touch of Maura's tongue caused her hips to surge forward as she gripped the headboard tighter to keep herself from falling over. An all-consuming heat raced over Jane's skin as Maura continued to press her tongue against her, drawing out small tremors of pleasure as she held her over the edge without letting her go just yet.
Maura guided Jane's hips to set a rhythm with slow, lazy strokes of her tongue. She wasn't willing to relinquish this newfound control and she wasn't above teasing, just a little. The feeling of Jane's hand threading through her hair sent electrical currents along her scalp and then down her spine. The little circle's Jane's hips were making against her mouth matched the circles she was making with her tongue as she continued to explore and tease.
"Oh God, Maura… please… fuck… me…" Jane threw her head back and closed her eyes as she ground herself down seeking to find an end to the tantalizing torment that threatened to shatter her into a million shards of light.
Jane's plea softened Maura's resolve to tease and draw things out as she watched the blush move over Jane's chest and up her neck. It was time to bring Jane over the edge and with a new resolve, Maura buried herself in doing just that. And when Jane's thighs began to tremble and her back arched, pressing her further into Maura's mouth, the moan that echoed throughout the room shook Maura to the core. The spasms of pleasure that rolled through Jane's body vibrated through them both, but Maura wasn't ready to stop yet. The changes in Jane's body had already changed everything about how they made love and Maura wanted to try for more. So, she continued to press her tongue against Jane's center seeking more than she had ever sought before.
Jane could feel her orgasm building up like a red, hot coil ready to spring forth from her at any second. When Maura finally pushed through the barrier, letting her mouth bring an end to the sweetest torture Jane had ever experienced in her life, it felt as if her body split open, exposing her to a shower of thousands of bright stars raining down over her exposed skin. It was so intense that she was sure she herself had become part of the shower of light that danced before her closed eyes before burning out in a trail of white-hot heat. But before she could catch her breath, Maura's tongue pressed further into her, relentlessly seeking more. And when Maura pulled her into her mouth one last time, the world stopped spinning and Jane felt herself float away on waves of pleasure that washed over her with a warm light that calmed her like nothing she had ever felt before.
When Jane collapsed into her arms, Maura held her tight as Jane's body continued to tremble with spasms of pleasure. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Watching Jane come undone above her the way she had was a privileged she would cherish forever. Knowing she had given Jane what she needed without restraint was enough to satisfy her for the rest of her life. She could feel Jane's heavy breaths ghosting across her collar bone, tickling the side of her neck, and the desire to feel that moment of unbridled release again almost overwhelmed her. But when Jane's breathing slowed, and its cadence indicated she had fallen asleep, Maura smiled in satisfaction knowing that she had experienced one of the most wonderful moments in her life. Running her fingers through the tangle of dark hair that draped across her chest, she leaned down to place a soft kiss at Jane's temple. "You are my everything…" she whispered against the soft skin her lips rested against and then closed her eyes to follow Jane into slumber.
When Jane woke up an hour after falling asleep in Maura's arms, she was craving French toast. The weight of Maura's body next to her own reminded her of the reason why she was sore in just the right places and warmth crept up over her chest and cheeks in the form of a blush at the memory of what they had done. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she looked down at Maura's sleeping form, curled up on one side as the sound of soft snoring filled the room. Maura wasn't a snorer usually, except when she was exceptionally tired and after the week she'd just had, working six, ten-hour days in a row, Jane knew Maura deserved every minute of sleep she could get.
As quietly as she could, Jane slipped from their bed without disturbing Maura, which was another indication of how tired Maura really was. She glanced over her shoulder while rummaging through the dresser in search of her BPD t-shirt and a flutter of desire sprang to life in the pit of her stomach again, or perhaps it was just because she was hungry. She couldn't help but marvel at how her appetite for both food and Maura had grown past anything she expected. But as she stood there watching the rise and fall of Maura's chest, she wanted more of what they had shared earlier but then her stomach growled indicating it wouldn't be ignored. She frowned when she realized she hadn't returned Maura's favor yet this morning but it was mainly because what they had done took everything out of her leaving her muscles in a mass of wobbly jello and all she could do after not one, but two orgasms, was collapse against the safety of Maura's arms, close her eyes, and drift asleep. But it was okay because she had all day and night to make it up to Maura since Valley was spending the weekend with Frankie, Steph, and Noah. And she had every intention of giving Maura everything that was coming to her and that thought alone brought a broad smile to her lips.
When she finally found what she was looking for, her BPD t-shirt, she grabbed a pair of folded sweatpants off the dresser top before quietly tiptoeing into the bathroom. Glancing down at her feet, she half expected to find Jo Friday dancing around, waiting to be let out but then she remembered Jo was with Valley and she let out a relieved sigh. She was grateful for the weekend to concentrate solely on her and Maura. It had been a rough four weeks, what with Maura having to work every weekend up until now. Not to mention the fact she, herself hadn't been able to shake the nausea that made her feel like she'd been riding on the tilt-a-wheel every day. But that had all changed one morning when she woke up to find the world had righted itself and her nausea had been replaced by an intense hunger for things she'd never liked before. Dill pickle and peanut butter sandwiches had replaced her favorite fluffernutter sandwiches as of late and she couldn't help but shudder at the thought of two things that should never be combined in a sandwich, but her body had other ideas when it came to the strange combination. And then there was the syrup over instant mashed potatoes. That thought made her smile, though. She had always loved instant mashed potatoes but adding the syrup had elevated it to a whole new level. But it couldn't be just any kind of syrup, it had to be Mrs. Butterworth even though Maura had pointed out on several occasions that it was mostly corn syrup and not traditional maple.
Her stomach growled again as her mind wandered to the things she was craving lately, and it reminded her that she wanted French toast, so she closed the bathroom door as quietly as she could so she wouldn't wake Maura up. When she turned around to set her clothes on the sink, she caught a glimpse of her naked body and did a double take. She almost didn't recognize the reflection looking back at her. Taking in the form before her, she marveled at the changes she could see happening before her eyes. Her hair was thick and lustrous as it hung down over her shoulders, brushing against the tops of her breasts. Her eyes dropped down to those breasts as she turned sideways to admire their fullness and she couldn't help but touch them. Their heaviness was a new sensation in the palms of her hands, one she welcomed and cursed at the same time. They were sensitive to every touch, whether it was her own, Maura's, or just the fabric of her bra or t-shirt and a shiver ran through her body as her nipples hardened under the fingers that lightly grazed them while she continued to watch herself in awe. And then her eyes and hands dropped lower to the small baby bump that had replaced the lean muscles she was used to seeing. With a reverent gentleness, she ran her hands over the pouch that could easily be mistaken for a night of too much beer drinking and she smiled at the fact that it was indeed a tiny human growing inside of her. Her once narrow hips now had a soft curve to them, a fullness that matched her breasts. In fact, she now had an hourglass figure to rival Maura's, the same figure that made her hands itch and mouth water. The thought of Maura's body brought about that little flame of desire and it threatened to ignite into a raging inferno that might burn them both up is she didn't take a cold shower and leave Maura alone, at least for a few hours while she refueled with the French toast that continued to call to her, the only thing that could pull her thoughts away from the other hunger that raced along her skin, seeping into her veins like nothing she had ever experienced before.
Pushing aside all thoughts other than food, Jane turned on the shower and stepped in when it reached the desired temperate of warm without being hot. She sighed as the water cascaded over her hair and down her shoulders, gasping slightly as it rolled down and over her breasts to the V between her legs. "French toast, French toast, French toast…" she chanted to herself to distract her thoughts from the sensations rolling through her body, crying out for Maura's touch again. So, as quickly as she could, she set about to finish with the intention of seeking out her salvation in some egg dipped bread cut on the diagonal with butter draped across the top and Mrs. Butterworth spilling over the sides, oozing along the edges of the plate begging her to run her finger through. "Get a grip, Jane…" she groaned as even the thought of breakfast turned into something sexual in the back of her mind.
When she finally stepped from the shower, she had convinced herself that only one thing mattered and that was food. Dressing quickly, she pulled her wet hair into a ponytail before giving one last gentle pat to her middle. With a solid plan to bring Maura breakfast in bed, she set out quietly towards the kitchen but not before one last, wistful glance over her shoulder at Maura's sleeping figure.
As she stealthily made her way to the kitchen, she had a renewed pep in her step at the prospect of eating. And even though she couldn't have any of her beloved coffee, Maura's peppermint tea wasn't half bad. In fact, it was something she was looking forward to. So, when she entered the kitchen, the first thing she did was put the kettle of water on the stove. She smiled at the little red kettle that looked like a rooster because she knew Maura would be proud of her for not putting a cup of water in the microwave, something she was inclined to do sometimes. Turning the stove on, she was greeted with several clicks, followed by a whoosh as the gas ignited into a blue and white flame. With that out of the way, she set about gathering the ingredients to make the French toast, only she couldn't remember exactly what she needed.
"Eggs…" she muttered to herself as she rummaged around in the refrigerator looking for the basket of brown, free-range eggs Maura insisted they buy. Not only were they brown, but they were speckled. Picking up one of the eggs, she raised a questioning eyebrow as she examined it more closely, wondering what kind of chicken laid speckled eggs. But when the answer didn't come to her, she just shrugged her shoulders and set it back in the basket with the others. After setting the basket on the counter, she began the hunt for the bread and smiled when she found her favorite white, Wonder bread nestled amongst the whole wheat, five grain, and whatever other healthy alternative Maura may have purchased.
Eggs and bread… was that all she needed to make the French toast? Rubbing the back of her neck, she stared at the two ingredients sitting next to each other on the counter before dropping her hands to her hips and tilting her head to the side in contemplation. When nothing else came to mind, she pulled a bowl from the cabinet and armed herself with a silicone lined whisk, another thing Maua insisted they own. After cracking several eggs into the bowl, without so much as a piece of shell to her pleasant surprise, she began to whisk them together. The cast-iron skillet her Ma had given them was sitting on the stove next to the kettle, so she turned the burner on to preheat it before going back to her whisking. When she was satisfied the eggs had had enough, she pulled several pieces of bread from their bag and dropped them into the bowl. As she was dunking the bread to coat it completely, the faintest whistling sound demanded her attention. She quickly grabbed the kettle before it went full-on, fearing it might wake Maura up before she was ready. Her cup with the box of tea bags sat on the counter, so she poured the boiling water, dropped a teabag in, and pushed the cup away to give it the proper amount of time to steep.
Turning her attention back to the bread, she grabbed the bowl and attempted to remove a piece of bread. To her surprise, it fell apart before she could get it to the skillet. Using a spatula, she scooped it up and then dropped it in the skillet with a loud, wet plop that had her wondering how things had gone so wrong. With a frown, she watched the bread sizzle against the hot cast iron before trying to flip it over, but unfortunately, she only succeeded in tearing it apart. Her eyes widened in confusion at the messy, scrambled egg catastrophe spread out over the pan.
"Shit…" she sighed as she watched her breakfast crash and burn before her eyes. "What the hell did I do wrong?" The question hung in the air waiting to be answered, but she had no answer as she continued to stare down at the mess she had somehow created. And just when she thought all was lost, a light rap on the back door had her letting out a heavy breath of relief. A smile slid across her face at the realization that everything was going to be alright because her Ma would save the day and most importantly, her breakfast.
With the wave of her hand, Jane acknowledged her mother's presence and to let her know she was on her way to let her in. When she opened the door, she was handed two casserole dishes while Angela kept two with her eyes directed towards the freezer, which was where she was headed without a word of greeting.
"I made you that chicken and stuffing casserole you and Valley love so much. Maybe you should put that in the frig so you can have it tomorrow for dinner." Angela opened the freezer and slid the two casserole dishes in before reaching for the one Jane held in her left hand. "That's the eggplant parm you've got there, and I just put some enchilada's and lasagna in here too. That should hold you over for a few days." She smirked playfully at the insinuation that Jane's appetite had a mind of its own. "Oh, and Tommy dropped off some of these little sauce packets from that taco place you seem to like so much lately."
Jane's eyes lit up at the little bag her mother was holding up. "Thanks, Ma and tell Tommy he made my day. I just ran out last night when Maura and I had dinner last night." She handed the fourth casserole over to her mother and watched her put it in the refrigerator, her stomach growling at the thought of eating.
"What's going on, here?" Angela closed the frig door and noticed the mess on the counter and in the cast iron skillet.
"I was trying to make French toast for breakfast, but I think you can chalk it up to an epic fail." Jane shrugged her shoulders as she tried not to look guilty. "I forgot how to make it I think."
"Aw, the pregnancy brain fog…" Angela mused aloud, nodding her understanding.
"Pregnancy brain what?" Jane frowned at her mother as she began to fuss over the mess.
"Brain fog… you'll discover that you're not quite as sharp as you used to be. Like memory and stuff like that. Don't know why it happens, but it just does. When I was pregnant with Frankie, I put the car keys in the silverware drawer, and we had to call a locksmith because I couldn't remember where I put them. Imagine my surprise when I went to set the table for dinner and found them nestled between the knives and forks. And then there was that time I accidentally threw my purse in the dumpster with the trash and your father had to climb in to retrieve it."
"Great another thing to look forward to…" Jane sighed heavily.
"Hey, it hasn't been all bad. Your nausea is gone and based on the fact that Maura is still asleep at this hour, I'd say you had a pretty busy night…" The smirk indicated that Angela knew exactly what they had done that morning.
"Ma…" Heat rose to Jane's cheeks and all the way to the tips of her ears at her mother's insinuation.
"What? I've been pregnant three times… I remember what it's like. I don't think your father got a full night's sleep when I started my second trimester, but he wasn't complaining…" Angela winked saucily at Jane, causing her blush to deepen.
"Oh my God… Ma… please." Jane rolled her eyes and waved her hands in the air.
"Don't be so sensitive, darling…" Angela gave Jane's shoulder a placating pat. "But as much fun, as it is teasing you right now, I can see we have a French toast emergency. Would you like my help?" She asked with the tilt of her head as she regarded her daughter with a small smile on her face.
"Yes, please…" Jane sounded relieved that the subject had changed to something she was happy to talk about, not that she wasn't happy to be reminded of she and Maura had done that morning but not by her mother.
"Okay, it looks like you forgot to add the milk or cream to the eggs, and then you used that flimsy white bread." Angela began to gather what she needed to fix Jane's disastrous attempt. "You go ahead and whisk the eggs together with some milk, vanilla, and a dash of cinnamon while I slice up some of that French bread..." she pointed at the left-over loaf from their dinner last night.
"But I like Wonder bread…" Jane pouted as she followed her mother's orders.
"It just doesn't hold up as well, that's why you ended with that…" Angela pointed to the mushy mess that now sat in the sink. "But I'll be happy to let you try again, on your own." She couldn't help but give Jane the side-eye as she waited for an answer.
"Sorry Ma, I appreciate your help and all of the meals you've made for us." Jane sighed at having been duly chastised.
"I know you do, dear."
"You wanna stay for breakfast?"
"Can't…" Angela didn't look up at Jane as she began to slice the French bread into one-inch-thick slices.
"Oh?" Jane stopped what she was doing and lifted an eyebrow in question as she turned to look at her mother. "Have a date or something?"
"Or something…" Angela still didn't look up.
"Really? Does 'or something' have a name?"
"If you must know, I'm having brunch with Constance."
When Angela finally looked up and their eyes met, Jane swallowed back the questions she was being dared to ask. "Or something…" she muttered under her breath as she decided to take the high road. Unfortunately, Angela heard her and frowned as she waved her knife around to trying to dismiss the implication of Jane's words with a few unintelligible ones of her own. "Hey, watch the knife…" Jane held her hands up in protest.
"Sorry…" Angela ducked her head in apology.
For a moment, silence fell over them like a blanket attempting to smother their thoughts. But then Jane smiled shyly and gave her mother a sideways glance. "You know, you can tell me anything, Ma." She offered but before anything else could be said, the doorbell rang interrupting their moment. With a furrowed brow, she looked at her mother and wondered who could possibly be ringing their doorbell on a Saturday morning, hoping it wasn't Frankie bringing Valley home just yet.
"Who could that be?" Angela set her knife down and turned her attention to the entryway.
"I hope it's not Frankie, not that I wouldn't be glad to see the munchkin…" Jane tried to push her disappointment down.
"I just talked to him and they were heading to the zoo, so I don't think it's him."
"Well, I guess there's only one way to find out…" Jane set her whisk down and headed towards the front door. But before she could get there, she could hear voices and realized that one was Maura's and the other… was Kelly.
As Jane rounded the corner, she was surprised to see that Maura was up and showered, dressed in a pair of tight yoga pants and a tank top that showed off her muscled biceps and her stomach tightened with desire. But she wasn't the only one to notice Maura's perfect body. She watched from a few feet away as Kelly's bright eyes roved over every inch before her before meeting her own over Maura's shoulder as she stood in the hallway and it caused Kelly's over-exaggerated smile to falter.
"Isn't it enough that Maura's worked the past three weekends in a row?" Jane leaned against the kitchen doorframe and crossed her arms. "You couldn't just let her have this one?"
"Oh, um…" Kelly struggled to find a quick retort for why she was standing in their doorway interrupting their Saturday morning. "I just wanted to drop off these forms for Maura to look over…" her voice trailed off with uncertainty.
"Got the short stick, did ya?" Jane huffed impatiently as she continued to glare at Kelly who nervously shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
Maura glanced over her shoulder and her breath was taken away at the sight of Jane's indignation on her behalf. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail, her dark eyes flashed with a protectiveness that made her weak at the knees, and the sweat pants that hugged her figure and that BPD t-shirt that extenuated those breast she'd had the privilege of experiencing earlier that morning… well, it was all Maura could do keep her shaky legs from giving out beneath her. When their eyes met, Jane's softened into the warm suede she loved drowning in.
"Maura, are you feeling alright?" Kelly reached out to touch Maura on the arm to draw her attention back. "You look flushed all of a sudden…"
With a quick wink at the object of her desire, she turned back to Kelly with a passive expression. "I'm fine, thanks." She ran her fingers through her hair to push it away from her neck as heat moved up and over her face. Plastering a placating smile on her face, she took the folder that Kelly offered. "I think you could have just emailed these to me, but I appreciate you making sure I got them."
"Oh, yeah… I just wanted to make sure you got them." Kelly parroted what Maura had just said with a slight cough as she nervously cleared her throat.
"But I'm sure you understand that it's my weekend off and I'd appreciate it I was allowed to enjoy it without having to deal with this…" Maura held up the file to show what she was talking about. "Whatever this is… I'm sure it can wait until Monday."
Kelly blushed at Maura's light admonishment, but Jane could see she wasn't sorry at having interrupted their morning. She was proud of Maura for sticking up for them and not letting work interfere with their time together. In fact, it was downright sexy at how firm Maura had been and a smirk slid across her face.
"I'm sorry, I hope I didn't interrupt anything… important…" Kelly said even though her eyes, directed Jane's way, said she wasn't the slightest bit sorry.
"Oh, you didn't interrupt anything… yet." Jane placed a heavy emphasis on the word 'yet'. And to push her point home, she sauntered over to stand behind Maura and wrap her arms around Maura's waist in a possessive way. Resting her chin on Maura's shoulder, she grinned knowingly at Kelly who cleared her throat and quickly looked away.
"I'll leave you to it, then…" Kelly stuttered as she stepped away from the front door and practically ran to her car to escape Jane's controlled anger. But not before giving Maura one last hopeful smile as she disappeared behind a closing door.
"You're being bad." Maura gave the hands resting against her stomach a light pat.
"Not as bad as I'm gonna be when we're finally alone." Jane's voice was low and throaty against Maura's ear.
"What do you mean by finally?" Maura asked as she turned within the circle of Jane's arms, catching a glimpse of Angela who had a knowing smirk on her face.
Jane felt the presence of her mother before it registered on Maura's face with a look of surprise. "I kinda messed up the French toast." She ducked her head shyly.
"Messed up?" Angela asked. "More like destroyed…"
"You're making me Franch toast for me?" Maura's eyes grew wide at Jane's thoughtfulness.
"Yeah, I was gonna surprise you with breakfast in bed."
Wrapping her arm's around Jane's neck, she pulled down until her lips were level with one of Jane's ears. "If you recall, I already had breakfast in bed…" she whispered. The smile that played across her lips was sexy and playful.
Warmth and redness spread up and over Jane's neck and face as she coughed to clear away the knot that had formed in her parched throat. The feeling of Maura pressed against almost had her forgetting that her mother was watching… almost. With some difficulty, she disentangled herself from Maura's hold with an apologetic smile but a light in her eyes that promised something more later and was rewarded with a genuine smile of understanding from Maura.
"You two are making me sick…" Angela waved her hands as she turned around to head back to the kitchen.
With a quick wink at Maura, Jane turned to follow her mother so she could help her finish what she clearly wasn't able to finish on her own. "Why don't you go do some yoga or something while we finish breakfast."
Biting down on her bottom lip, Maura watched Jane walk away with a longing she hoped she'd never get tired of and nodded. "Okay…" she said with a sigh. "Will Angela be joining us?"
"Nope, she has plans for brunch…" Jane hesitated before continuing. "With you mother…" she finished with a shrug of her shoulders as the questions she had been too afraid to ask came to her mind again.
"That's nice. I'm glad they are spending more time together since neither of them is dating anyone right now."
"Yeah…" Jane wasn't exactly sure what was going on between the two older women. There had been a shift in their relationship, something different but not overt. She couldn't help but wonder if Maura had sensed the change as well. But for now, she would let it go. It was, after all, none of her business… at least that is what she kept telling herself.
"I guess I'll do some sun salutations out in the back yard if you're sure you don't need any help." Maura waited for Jane to reassure her that she didn't need any help.
"Nah, Ma, and I got this." Jane grinned as she watched Maura disappear out into the backyard, knowing that she would be able to watch her out the window over the sink and that thought warmed her insides because watching Maura do yoga brought back some pretty steamy memories of times they had tried to practice together.
When Jane entered the kitchen, she found her mother leaning against the counter with a scowl on her face. Her arms were crossed, and she was tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for Jane.
"What's up Ma?" Jane asked as she moved back to the eggs she had been whisking before they'd been interrupted.
"I don't like that woman." Angela waved her hands around and pointed towards the front door. "She was looking at Maura like… well… like you do." She huffed.
Both of Jane's eyebrows rose high up on her forehead as she turned to her mother with a look of surprise. She knew that Kelly had the hots for Maura, but she hadn't realized how bad it was until recently. The doubt that Maura would ever act on it had never entered her mind but when she had seen the way Kelly had been staring at Maura in her yoga pants and tank top, it made her blood boil. She knew she had been catty earlier, but she didn't care because she needed Kelly to know who Maura came home to every night; who Maura gave herself to without restraint; whose touch made Maura come undone… and that was Jane Rizzoli-Isles.
"Hey, what's with that look?" Angela asked as she watched Jane's brow furrow and a small frown take the place of her crooked grin.
"Nothing Ma…" Jane tried to dismiss her mother's concern.
"Oh, no… there is no 'nothing' to this. I don't trust that woman and I can tell by the look on your face that you don't either."
"Okay, what do you want me to say? I don't trust her… there are you happy?" Jane let out a heavy, frustrated breath but then caught a glimpse of Maura through the kitchen window. "But I trust Maura." She said as a small smile creased her lips at the sight of the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.
Angela glanced out the window at what Jane was looking at and smiled as well. She walked over and wrapped her arms around Jane's shoulders and hugged her tightly. "I know you do, but just make sure you keep your eyes open at all times. Women like that… what's her name… Kelly?... yeah, well they usually need reminding from time to time. But I think you did a good job earlier… she all but ran to her car with her tail between her legs."
Jane laughed as she allowed her mother to hold her in a hug. "Yeah, I was worried I was coming across as bitchy."
"You're pregnant… you can be as bitchy as you want." Angela gave Jane's stomach a gentle pat. "Besides, even I can admit that Maura looks pretty hot in her yoga clothes. I guess I can't really blame that Kelly for looking as long as she doesn't try and touch…" she mused as she let Jane go to gather the slices of bread to dunk them in the egg and milk mixture.
Angela's chatter caused Jane to laugh again as she waited for the next step of their French toast preparation to begin. She watched Angela heat up the skillet before dropping a small sliver of butter into it and watched it sizzle when it hit the hot surface. Then Angela dipped the bread in the batter before dropping it onto the cast iron surface with a loud plop.
"Your first mistake was not getting the skillet hot enough. Okay, that may have been your second mistake… your first mistake was not getting the batter mixed properly and then you used the wrong bread… okay I guess you made a lot of mistakes..." Angela grabbed a spatula and flipped the first piece of bread to reveal a perfectly toasted slice.
As Jane watched her mother prepare their breakfast, her stomach growled at the aroma of vanilla and cinnamon that filled the air around her. "Thanks for doing this, Ma." She said as she continued to watch and learn so she wouldn't make the same mistakes next time.
"Any time…" Angela smiled over her shoulder. "You guys got dinner planned out yet? I can make some pasta carbonara if you'd like."
"Nah, I think we may order a pizza from Nemo's. Maura's turned me on to pineapple and ham pizza and I'm craving them all the time now. Of course, she'll make me eat a salad too…" Jane made a face at her arch-nemesis of the food groups.
"Pineapple and ham? Blasphemy…" Angela laughed. "But seriously, I'm just glad she's got you eating some fruit, even if it's on a pizza." She made a face to match the one Jane had made at the mention of salad. "Can't say I understand how the two go together… but to each their own…"
"What time is your brunch date?" Jane asked, emphasizing the last word with a slight inflection.
Glancing over at the clock on the stove, Angela jumped in surprise. "Oh, I need to get ready…" She said as she scrambled to finish.
"I got it, Ma. I think I can finish…" Jane took the spatula from Angela and smiled. "You've taught me well."
"You sure? I can just text Constance that I'll be a little late."
"No, you go get ready. You've already done half of it so far; I can do the rest." Jane gave her mother a gentle shove towards the back door. "Go on… have a good time." She could have sworn she saw a faint blush color Angela's face as she headed out the door with a muttered goodbye. When she found herself standing alone in the kitchen with a spatula in her left hand and a stack of sliced French bread sitting on the counter in front of her, she couldn't help but wonder if she had missed something. Her mother had left so quickly that she barely got a goodbye as the back door slammed shut with a loud crack that startled her. But there was no time to ponder what had just happened because she was hungry and needed to finish what she started.
When the last piece of bread sat, sizzling in the skillet, Jane let out a sigh of relief. She had almost made it to the finish line with only this last piece left. In the oven was a plate stacked high with all the pieces she and her mother had done and the smell was heavenly. With a quick flip of the wrist, the last piece would be finished in less than a minute, and she smiled at the thought that she had contributed more than just whisking a few eggs together. She knew she would have to make some for Valley sometime soon because she was actually pretty good at it now.
"That's quite a self-satisfied smirk on your face…" Maura said from behind Jane, startling her from her thoughts.
"You can't see my face; how would you know?" Jane laughed because she did, indeed have a self-satisfied smirk on her face.
"Um… because I know you very well, my dear." Maura sighed as she wrapped her arms around Jane's waist and placed her chin on broad shoulders so she could see what was taking place on the stove. "Look's good. I'm starving…"
"Me too. It only took me… like… four hours to do this but, voila…" Jane grinned as she placed the last piece of French toast on a plate.
"It's only noon, so I'd say it's perfect timing for brunch." Maura placed a quick kiss to the side of Jane's neck before letting her go so she could help plate the rest of their breakfast. "You want a cup of tea?"
"That would be wonderful…" Jane tipped her head towards her empty cup. "I made myself one this morning and you'd be proud of me because I used the kettle."
"Did you, now? I think I'll have a cup as well…" Maura started to say as she began to fill the kettle with water.
"Maur, you know you can have coffee if you want. It won't bother me." Jane offered because coffee was as important to Maura as it was to her.
"I know, but I feel like something light… something that will give me a little energy because I have a feeling I might be needing it later if this morning's activities are any indication of how the rest of the day and evening will go." Maura wiggled her eyebrows suggestively as she placed the kettle down on the stovetop.
"Um, about this morning… I'm sorry I fell asleep before…" Jane's voice faltered slightly, and her cheeks turned red.
Maura turned and placed her hands at Jane's hips before pulling her close. "You have nothing to be sorry for, my sweet Jane." She hovered her lips over parted ones. "You took me by surprise this morning, but it was the most wonderful surprise to wake up to. I'm just sorry we couldn't achieve a trifecta." Leaning in she placed a soft, delicate kiss to Jane's waiting mouth.
The kiss was lazy and leisurely as Jane drank from the lips that offered the promise of salvation and satisfaction. But before Maura's exploring tongue could find her own, she pulled back and dropped her gaze from the intensity of Maura's. "I've never had two in a row like that… back to back…" she stammered to say the words. "I mean… I've had two but never that close together…" her voice dropped to a whisper.
Ducking her head so she could force Jane to look at her, Maura smiled sweetly. "It still amazes me how shy you are sometimes." She said as she placed a quick kiss to Jane's lips. "Now you see why that's one of my favorite positions?"
Jane nodded emphatically and offered a crooked smile in return. "I never knew it could be that good." She shivered at the thought of how she had felt that morning as Maura had taken her to new heights, she never knew she could reach. "It got me thinking that maybe…" she paused and looked away from Maura's curious eyes.
"Tell me what you want, Jane. You know I'll give you anything you want…" There was a silent plea in Maura's voice that caused Jane to turn her eyes back to hazel-green ones.
"You know that thing we bought a few months back?"
"Um… yeah…" Maura drew the last word out to indicate she knew exactly what Jane was talking about.
"I think, maybe…" A sexy smirk slid across Jane's face, accentuating the deep-set dimples in her cheeks. "I'd like you to use it on me…"
Maura's eyes widened in surprise at Jane's admission. "Oh, by the Gods, this is my lucky day…" she let out a shuttering breath at the thought of taking Jane in the one way she had yet to experience. Every nerve in her body was on alert and she was ready to throw breakfast to the wayside but then Jane's stomach growled, and it made her smile. "I guess I should feed you before taking you back to bed."
"Yeah, sorry… it seems to have a mind of its own." Jane sighed heavily and patted her stomach because it was true.
"How about we enjoy this wonderful feast you've worked all morning to make and then take a nice hot bath together so I can massage your shoulders… and then we can see where the day takes us." Maura offered.
"I'd love that, as long as you promise we can order a couple of pineapple and ham pizzas for dinner."
Jane's suggestion had Maura doing a double take. Before, one pizza was more than enough but two… Maura couldn't help but laugh. "I promise… we'll order as many pizzas as you want, and I won't even make you eat any salad tonight."
"Now that's what I call a plan." Jane grinned as she wrapped her arms around Maura and hugged her tight. If anyone had told her a few months ago that she would be willing to eat a pineapple and ham pizza she would have said they were crazy, but things had changed and so had she. This morning had been a perfect example of how much she had changed over the past four months… giving herself to Maura the way she had, experiencing something so intense she thought she might never recover. Change was all around her and she couldn't wait to see what was coming tomorrow because if it was half as good as today, she'd never want to go back.