Jane pushed the morgue doors open. She was out of breath and her hair was a mess. She was greeted by a dead body on a slab, sheet up to his waist. No sign of the M.E. or her assistants.

"Maura!" Jane looked around the empty room and started towards her friend's office.

Maura stepped out of the adjacent locker room, in full scrubs and latex gloves.

"Jane? I was about to start the autopsy, you won't get my report for another day or so."

"No, I... That's not what I..."

"What happened to you? Your shirt is ripped. Your hair is a mess... I mean, more than usual."

"Thank you, Maura. Frost and I had a run-in with a perp, had to run after him, for like, three miles, and I tackled him. He took a swing at me with a knife."

Maura's face fell and her eyes immediately scanned Jane's body for traces of blood.

"I'm fine, he missed. And I punched him out cold." Jane lifted her hand up and showed Maura her bruised knuckles. One was bleeding. Maura winced and gently lifted Jane's hand to take a look at it.

"Oh, Jane. Let me clean it up and put some ice on it. Go sit down in my office, I'll be right back."

Jane went over to Maura's office and sat down in the awkward red chair. She was still out of breath and couldn't figure out why. She licked her lips and frowned, shifting in the chair, trying to get comfortable.

Maura walked in carrying a small tray loaded with supplies. She set it on her desk and walked over to Jane.

"Let me take off your shirt."

Before Jane could react, Maura was undoing the buttons of her white shirt, one by one. The detective had to close her eyes briefly, feeling her heart thumping wildly in her chest. When she opened them again, Maura was pulling the shirt open and Jane leaned forward to slide her arms out of the sleeves, leaving her in a white tank top.

Maura picked up a pad of gauze from the tray. It was already loaded with alcohol. Jane lifted her hand up reluctantly.

"Is it going to sting?"

Maura laughed.

"It might, yes. Do you think you can handle it, Detective?"

Jane sighed and bit her bottom lip in anticipation. Maura took her hand and dabbed her knuckles, as gently as she could. She looked up at Jane to check her reaction.

With a slight delay, Jane's mouth fell open and she winced.

"Fffffuuuuu..."

Maura chuckled. "You're such a baby."

Even though she was teasing her, Maura rubbed Jane's shoulder to comfort her, waiting for the stinging to subside.

Jane felt the prickle of goose bumps forming on her arms at the warm touch. Her nipples hardened instantly. The pain on her knuckles was almost pleasurable. She felt confused and embarrassed. She heard herself exhale loudly, and hoped that Maura would think it was the sting of the alcohol. She had no such luck.

"It's the adrenaline. From earlier. You're... aroused."

"What? No!"

"I can tell from your physiological reaction. Your pupils are dilated, you're out of breath and you're experiencing cutis anserina."

Jane tilted her head.

"Goosebumps."

Before Jane could protest, Maura continued.

"... And you're ovulating."

Jane closed her mouth, then opened it again.

"You're keeping track of my cycle?"

"It's hard not to. You get cranky... I mean, more than usual."

"Thank you, Maura."

The doctor turned around and grabbed the bag of ice. She placed it on Jane's hand and held it. Jane looked at it absently, her lips parted slightly, breathing fast and shallow. She shifted nervously in the chair, acutely aware of the fabric of her underwear stretching against her core.

"Do you want me to help you?"

Jane looked up. "What? What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry. Do you have someone you can call?"

Jane frowned and shook her head no.

"That's what I thought. So do you want me to help you?"

"What do you mean "help me"?"

"I can manually stimulate you and bring you to orgasm. You'd feel a lot better."

"Maura, what the hell! How can you even..." As she was getting ready to protest and get up, she realized the thought of Maura touching her didn't seem so bad after all. In fact, her best friend seemed like a reasonable choice to bring her the relief she craved. She settled back down, aware of the wetness between her legs starting to soak into her panties. Her breath caught in her throat and she closed her eyes.

Silence fell between them.

After a few seconds, Maura sat down on the small armrest, her left arm settling behind Jane around her shoulders. Jane struggled to keep breathing, her eyes still shut.

Maura ran a tentative hand over Jane's shoulder, smoothing down her arm. She reached for Jane's belt, and slowly started undoing it, giving Jane time to stop her. She slid the belt out of the buckle, then undid the button of her pants. Jane's hips tilted up ever so slightly. Encouraged, Maura slid the zipper down and started pulling Jane's tank top out of her pants.

Her eyes closed, Jane felt Maura's warm hand run over her stomach, and a gasp escaped her lips at the contact. The detective turned her head and buried her face into Maura's side, embarrassed but too horny to stop her friend. She inhaled Maura's smell and it left her even more dizzy and confused. Maura's fingers slid under the edge of her panties, stopping short of reaching in, still caressing her skin in slow, wide motions.

"Is this okay?" Maura's voice was soft, but the tone deliberately neutral. It was as if she was asking Jane if she preferred a latte or a mocha.

Jane nodded into the side of Maura's blouse. She felt the doctor's hand inch lower, over her curls, and it sent a tremor through her spine. She arched her hips into the touch, wondering how wet Maura would find her. She stopped moving, her mind and body entirely focused on the downward progress of Maura's fingers.

When Maura's fingers slid down her clit, Jane's entire body jerked up. Jane exhaled sharply into Maura's blouse. Maura continued lower and dove into warm wetness, spreading it around her folds, before coming back up. The blonde started to trace slow circles over the sensitive nub, increasing the rhythm slowly until Jane started responding in counterpoint, giving her a silent approval.

The detective was breathing hard against Maura's side, and turned slightly to be able to get more air. Her forehead was now pressed along the side of her friend's breast, but Jane was entirely focused on Maura's fingers, and she could feel herself rapidly approaching the edge. She was working hard at suppressing the moans that threatened to escape her lips, and when her body seized, she clenched her teeth and climaxed in silence, her heart pounding in her ears and chest. Violent spasms rocked her body, her clit throbbing endlessly under Maura's deft strokes.

Her hips slowly settled back down on the chair. Her head still against Maura's side, Jane waited for her heart rate to return to normal before looking up at Maura.

The doctor slowly slipped her hand out of Jane's underwear, and kissed the top of Jane's hair.

"Better?"

Jane nodded and cleared her throat. "Mmh-hmh." Her voice was even hoarser than usual. It took a couple of seconds before she trusted her legs to carry her. She stood up and zipped up her pants.

"You can use the locker's bathroom if you need to. I'll go start my autopsy."

"Th... Thank you."

Maura smiled and nodded. "No problem. Anytime."

Jane was headed towards the locker room when Maura called after her.

"It's my turn to pick the movie tonight, I believe?"

"Oh, great..." Jane rolled her eyes and she stepped out of the room, a content smile on her face.