What I think should have happened at the end of Cuts Like a Knife. I don't think I'll turn it into a long fic, but if you guys give me suggestions on where you'd like it to go then I might get some creativy sparked and continue it. But will have at least a few chapters of smut.
"Can I come?" Maura asked softly, glancing at Jane quickly from the corner of her eye. Jane rolled over, her cheeks flushing slightly. She mentally kicked herself for immediately thinking of the alternative meaning to the question. Images of her on top of Maura flashed through her mind and she felt her thighs squeeze together slightly. Damnit, Jane. "Maaaaaaaaaaaaybe," she said, rather awkwardly, trying to shake off the mental images that were still plaguing her. Good god would she love to make Maura come.
Maura, being the expert she is on reading human expression, noticed the sudden shift in Jane's behavior. She caught on to the double meaning of her question and felt heat rising in her cheeks. Jane had apparently been thinking of the same thing. Maura turned over, facing Jane fully. It was now or never. Without realizing it she'd created the perfect opening for herself to make her move. She knew they'd been dancing around it for months, the hidden subtext, the touches, the glancing. For godsakes there were too many nights they spent in each others beds- the sexual tension so high that one of them would occasionally excuse themselves for a short period of time. Maura herself always used that time to relieve the tension that had built up within herself, and she wouldn't be surprised if Jane did the same. So she had to do it, she had to make her intentions clear with Jane and find some way to cross that awkward barrier they'd somehow built between their feelings and each other.
"Maybe isn't good enough..." Maura said softly, looking up into Jane's eyes, her own dark with lust. Jane swallowed loudly and looked over at Maura. She licked her lips for a moment, unsure of what to say. "Why does it sound like you're not talking about my future wedding..." Jane let out a shuddery breath, her heart pounding in her chest. Was it happening? Was it about to happen? The images of Maura beneath her flashed through her mind again and she looked away quickly, only to find her eyes drawn back to Maura's impossibly seducing ones.
"Maybe...I'm not anymore," Maura replied, leaning a little closer. Their bodies were almost touching now. If she moved just a couple more inches, her lips would be just a hairs length away from Jane's. "What if I want to come?" she whispered, propping herself up on an elbow and giving herself superiority over Jane. She wanted to be in control, she wanted to make the move.
Jane wasn't aware that she was panting now. Maura was making her intentions clear, she was making it easy for Jane. All Jane had to do was submit. To signal that she knew what Maura meant, and that she was okay with it. She felt the internal struggle with herself, trying to cross that bridge of awkward that she'd created. Maura was her best friend, but damned if she hadn't dreamt of them being something more. "Then..." Jane trailed off, unsure what she should reply. "Then I would want you to come, too," she whispered.
That was all Maura needed to hear. She closed the gap between them and pressed her lips to Jane's. The moment she felt Jane's lips part in response to her kiss she knew it was okay. Jane wanted her. They both wanted this. Maura wasted no time sliding on top of Jane, keeping their lips together in a heated kiss. Their tongues dancing together, soft panting filled the room as Jane pulled off Maura's blouse and somehow pulled off her own tank.