A/N: The entirety of this fic takes place between chapters 6 and 7 of Within the Confines of Such Chemistry. It is finished, and I will be posting updates on a schedule.
Dan Savage's advice is referenced many times in this fic. Personally, I've found his advice to be extremely beneficial in my own relationships, and thought perhaps Jane and Maura would too.
Thanks to kbs for being my beta, among many other things.
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Maura's head tipped back and she moaned as Jane nuzzled her neck, teeth nipping just above her clavicle, as Jane drove into her. Maura's ankles were bent over Jane's shoulders, which truthfully was mildly disappointing because her legs prevented access to many parts of Jane that she longed to touch. But they were trying strap-on sex in the missionary position, with the Feeldoe, which had the angle most conducive to that kind of penetration. Jane had been so excited to realize how flexible Maura was, and Maura loved that she was enjoying it. If the sounds she made as she steadily rolled her hips were any indication, Jane was very turned on.
And she wasn't the only one. Though the position wasn't necessarily Maura's favorite, it did allow her to feel a lot of Jane's body against her, and watch Jane's face react to the tug of the strap-on inside her, and the friction it gave her clit. Like every encounter she had with Jane, Maura was thoroughly enjoying herself, basking in the flood of chemicals that made her feel even more bonded to Jane as they worked toward climax together.
Finally, though, Maura had to murmur, "My legs are gradually losing circulation."
"Huh? Oh," Jane tilted backward, allowing Maura's ankles to unhook from her shoulders. Maura instead tucked her legs around Jane's lower back, squeezing her with her thighs, wanting to feel as much of her body moving as possible. Her hands replaced her ankles, starting at Jane's shoulders, but moving quickly to touch other parts of her—arms, neck, hair, breasts. Jane shuddered when Maura closed her fingertips around a nipple, her pace stuttering momentarily as her focus shattered. She picked back up her pace with a little more vigor, eliciting a surprised cry from Maura, though not from pain. Jane couldn't know that, though. "You okay?" she asked, gentling.
Maura used her lower legs to coax Jane to thrust harder, "Yes. Keep…" Maura trailed off into a moan, and reached between their bodies to touch her nipples. She couldn't quite get to her clit, didn't even want to put enough distance between their bodies for her hand, but she suspected she wouldn't need to; if she could help Jane get off, she would most likely follow, just from watching.
Maura wanted to be a little closer to the plateau phase of orgasm before attempting to climax while watching Jane, though, and so she closed her eyes as she touched her nipples, and imagined Jane's dark hair between her legs. She imagined the way Jane's tongue would feel, tentative but brave, pressing against her, and imagined tangling her fingers in Jane's hair, keeping her still while Maura's hips moved gently against her mouth.
When she realized she had whimpered from the fantasy, Maura opened her eyes. Jane was watching her, smirking a little. She lowered her face to kiss Maura and then nuzzled her nose, murmuring, "Where did you go just now?"
Somewhere you won't, was Maura's initial thought, but she pushed it away. "I was thinking about how good you make me feel," she answered softly. Not a lie. Jane did make her feel good. This was certainly the most she'd ever enjoyed missionary position intercourse.
It was just that…for all the experimenting they had done together, Maura had realized lately that she craved good vanilla sex. No toys, no scenes, no roleplay, just Jane, and her hands and mouth, getting Maura off.
The problem was, she had perhaps set a precedent, and pretty much all Jane wanted to do was try out every strap-on in every position possible. It was hard to not get swept up in Jane's excitement about finally getting to enact all of the strap-on fantasies Maura assumed she'd been secretly pleasuring herself to for years. And so Maura hadn't pushed.
But as her mind wandered and her body craved during this encounter, Maura knew she'd have to say something soon.
However, in the moment, she chose to focus on Jane, just above her, arms working to keep herself steady as she moved. Watched the way her eyes would roll back with pleasure each time she picked up the pace for a short burst. Listened to the sound of her labored breaths, tempered with groans and soft words. Felt the ways Jane moved with her, inside her, against her, through her. Breathed in the scent of her shampoo, her natural pheromones, tasted her lips, her skin, each sense engaged and encompassed with Jane. "God, you're exquisite," she whispered, tilting her head up to catch Jane's lips again.
Jane whimpered into her mouth. "And you're so beautiful," she replied when their lips parted, her hips moving faster.
Maura smiled, letting Jane's words affect her. "Tell me how it feels for you."
Jane moaned in response, and Maura saw her throat and jaw work for a moment as she formulated a reply. "I love feeling it…inside me, while I'm inside you," Jane started, brows knit a little, "And getting to watch how much you love it, when I…" Jane trailed off, and at first, Maura thought she couldn't bring herself to say anything crude. But then Jane's pace abruptly changed to slow, hard and deep, and Maura arched and cried out in pleasure.
"Yes," was the only verbal response Maura could muster; the rest of what came from her mouth was certainly in no language but pleasure. She gripped Jane's back, hard, with her arms and legs, encouraging her movements.
"And I love," Jane husked, "that I get to make you come."
In the end, it wasn't Jane coming that got Maura off; it was reversed. It was Jane's words, and the way they made Maura's eyes roll back in her head. She saw stars behind her eyelids first, then the rest of her body seemed to catch up, and her abdomen clenched and dropped and she was coming, shuddering violently in Jane's arms.
She realized Jane was coming partway through her own orgasm, and managed to pry open her eyes in time to take in Jane's head tipping back and her jaw trembling open before she buried her face in Maura shoulder to muffle her moans as her hips jerked an unsteady rhythm into Maura, whose own orgasm seemed to change to match Jane's, and they shuddered in unison until sensation faded.
Jane was the first to speak. "Fuck." The word was muffled into the pillow just below Maura's right ear, awe and fatigue expressed in one breathy syllable.
Maura brushed Jane's hair back and kissed her forehead. "Very effective," she informed Jane, who chuckled and lifted her head, shy gaze falling to Maura's lips, which she kissed. Even now, a few weeks after they'd both acknowledged that they were in a relationship, Jane still got shy after sex.
And they'd definitely had a lot of sex. Strap-on sex, anyway, Maura reflected as Jane carefully rose and slid out of her, then cuddled up next to her. Maura realized she'd probably been vaginally penetrated more frequently by Jane these past few weeks than by any other partner. She felt the object, slick and warm, press into her hip. Jane rolled away enough to unselfconsciously reach between her legs and pull the other end of the strap-on out of herself with a sharp exhale, then rolled back over to snuggle Maura, who intertwined their legs.
"That was amazing," Jane voice purred in Maura's ear. "But then, it always is."
And the thing was, Jane wasn't wrong, at all.
And yet, Maura still craved what she wasn't getting: plain old French vanilla lesbian sex.
Irony was always remarkable.
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Two things Jane was sure of: She'd never had a better lover than Maura, and she'd never been a better lover to anyone else.
Jane had never felt so excited about sex in all her life. Granted, she didn't have a whole lot to compare it to. She'd only had a handful or two of lovers before Maura, and in most cases, they'd only had sex maybe half a dozen times before things didn't work out. It didn't lend itself to much variety. And for Jane, who liked penetration okay but had never gotten off from it, it produced jealousy, for the guys she was with who got off every time. Just another thing guys got to do so easily that she had to struggle for and ultimately got no help with. And so Jane's thoughts, naturally, drifted to their experience. She was adept at seeing the world through their eyes, and she began to try to view the experience as a man to tap into it. How good it would feel, to slide inside a woman, be enveloped in soft heat. How she'd touch you, how she'd let you know she was enjoying it.
It never occurred to Jane that this fantasy might be a little bit gay. She used it to try to enjoy sex with men more, and it worked, somewhat. It didn't seem that weird when that fantasy also popped up when she got herself off alone. It was, after all, her go-to fantasy when she was trying to feel sexy.
And even if the strap-on wasn't actually a part of Jane, the fact that she'd mostly used ones that gave her a good degree of stimulation meant that she, too, could come during penetrative sex, while making Maura come, and it was as if finally, she understood what all the fuss was about.
It occurred to Jane a few times that there were other things Maura certainly liked to do, but she brushed it aside. This gave Maura some of the most intense orgasms Jane had ever witnessed, and Jane's own orgasms blew her mind every time.
If it ain't broke, don't fix it.