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Chapter 1 Hand Holding.

Maura.

After the murder of Maura's brother, Jane had been holding Maura's hand a lot more. No one else really noticed, girls hold hands all the time, it was like a little girl thing. However the way it was affecting Maura was not something a little girl normal felt in the same circumstances. Every time Jane touched her, hand or otherwise, she felt a tingle run from the touch all through her body, and it kept going no matter how long the touch lasted.

Jane would touch Maura to make sure she was okay, to get her attention, or just to reassure her. That was a short touch and cause Maura a great deal of confusing feelings. Then there were times when Jane would take Maura's hand to lead her somewhere, or when she was trying to comfort her, it took every ounce of control that Maura had not to pull away from the touch, just because it was so intimate to her and so obvious. Not many people had held Maura's hand, even as a child, and her boyfriends never did, they considered it a teenager thing to hold hands.

Maura disagreed with that idea. Holding hands was not just for teenagers, and before the touch might have frightened her, however now she craved it. Once she even started crying because her heel broke, which was really not something she did, but she knew that Jane would either hug her, which felt amazing or would hold her hands to assure her that it would be alright. Jane held her hands and Maura smiled through her tears, her heel breaking had upset her, it wasn't a lie, it just didn't upset her that much.

This was a problem, Maura liked Jane holding her hands a little too much. Jane would not approve, she was too set on being straight that even if she was gay, she wouldn't except herself.