Wrote this one on my own. It's my version of smut, so it's rated M for... um... well, smut. I was going for PWP, but I can't seem to write a story that doesn't have some kind of plot. Sorry about that... I think?
Characters aren't mine. They belong to Tess, Janet, Warner Brothers, TNT, and other assorted important people.
"We're off this weekend. Ma's going out of town for the weekend. Tommy's finally moved into his place. Jo's happily outside in the backyard for the night, and Bass is doing whatever it is that turtles do, which, from what I can tell, is sit around waiting to find ways for me to trip over them." Jane smirked as she rinsed out her bottle and tossed it in the recycling bin under Maura's kitchen sink. "For once, we're alone and don't have anything to do."
"Tortoise," Maura corrected. "And, I don't know about anything." she said as she walked up to wrap her arms around Jane from behind. "I could think of something I'd like to do."
"Really?" The taller woman turned, careful not to break contact. "You're not afraid Ma will change her mind and come back early or Tommy didn't actually give you back the right key?"
"No," the doctor smiled. "Are you?"
"A little, yeah," Jane rolled her eyes. "This slipping around thing is kind of making me jumping."
Tilting her head to the said, Maura frowned. "Slipping around?"
"Yeah, you know… this thing we're doing where we're trying to keep everyone from knowing our business. It's, I don't know, it's getting kind of hard." The detective shrugged. Placing her hands on the smaller woman's shoulders, she frowned. "Sorry, I just killed the mood, huh?"
"Well, we've had better foreplay talk, yes." Maura sighed. "You know, we don't have to 'slip around', as you call it. Whenever you're ready to tell everyone, I'm ready as well. I'm not afraid or ashamed, Jane. You know that."
"I know, and I know this is all me and not you." The taller woman bent down to gently kiss the other woman. "I'm sorry it's taking me so long."
"I waited for nearly 5 years for you to decide to ask me on an actual date. I think I can wait a little while longer for you to be comfortable with our relationship." Despite the reassurance, the small smile on Maura's face didn't quite reach her eyes.
Jane winced. "I'm not ashamed of us, sweetheart. I'm … I'm just scared of myself, I think. You are the best thing that's happened to me in a long time." She bent down to lay a line of soft kisses from Maura's neck to just below her ear. Whispering softly just before nibbling, Jane vowed, "I'd do anything for you."
A moan slipped from the smaller woman's throat. "How about to me?"
"Right now, I can think of a few things I'd like to do to you," a rough hand slid up the back of Maura's shirt. "You game?"
"When am I not?" As Jane ran her fingernails down Maura's back, the medical examiner gasped, arching her body closer to the lithe frame of her lover. "God, Jane."
Dark brown eyes shimmered in the soft light of the kitchen. "Come on," she pulled away, heading to the master bedroom, "our private time is precious, and we're wasting it in the kitchen."