Wasn't intending to do a part two, but then it happened. Not the best thing in the world, but hopefully you'll still enjoy it.

Maura sat in silence, her fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, her foot on the gas. She watched the road ahead, regularly checked her mirrors, and followed the instructions of her satellite navigation system.

"It's cold," Maura said. "Why exactly am I sitting in here without any panties on when it's about fifty degrees out."

"Because," Jane said.

She turned her head. "Care to expand on that?"

"Maybe." Jane rested her hand over Maura's knees.

"God," Maura muttered, lifting her hips a little off the seat.

"Already?" Jane's hand slid higher. "I've barely touched you."

"I should have lifted my dress again," Maura said. "I'm going to end up with a wet patch."

She slowed at a stop light, the cars on the cross road set off. Maura tapped her fingers on the wheel, distracting herself from the moisture spreading across her vulva. She lifted her hips again, Jane's hand moved higher and higher.

"Do it now."

"I can't do it now," Maura said, glancing around at the cars nearby.

"Sure you can."

She sighed. Weighing up the cost of getting her dress dry cleaned, and having to walk around the crime scene soiled, she quickly hiked up the bottom of her dress. The chill in the air travelled across her body and she regretted the action.

"Here," Jane said, handing her her jacket. She laid it out across her, not removing her hand from its spot above her groin.

The light changed to green and Maura set off again. She felt exposed. It was early-afternoon, there was no reason why anyone should be half naked in their car so early in the day. Too focused on the road ahead, and her near-nakedness, Maura didn't notice Jane's fingers slip beneath her jacket until they moved across her wet lips. Maura lifted her hips, like the warmth inside was a puppet master, tugging at the strings.

She bit down hard on her bottom lip, as Jane's fingers moved slowly across her skin, spreading the wetness around her clit. The skin around her wet lips expanded, growing with her excitement. She shifted about a little until Jane's hand hit the spot and she lifted her hips up and down, grinding herself against Jane's hand.

"This is dangerous," she said, attempting to maintain a modicum of calm as her whole body burned with the fire.

"I've got you covered," Jane said, her eyes fixed on the road ahead.

When her fingers slipped between her wet lips, Jane's thumb still teasing her clit, Maura reached her hand out to Jane's thigh and squeezed tightly. She dug her fingernails into her slacks, gasping for breath. Every movement, every trail of her finger, send a wave of excitement travelling through her clit. Maura chewed on her lip, moving the wheel with one hand. She lifted her hand higher up Jane's slacks, desperate to feel what effect the moment was having on Jane. But she pushed her hand away.

"It's your turn."

"But I wanna," Maura said, only to be cut off by an uncontrollable gasp. She tried to speak, to find the words, to find enough oxygen to flood her brain. Instead, her eyes threatened to roll back and she had to stare out at the road.

She pulled the car to a stop at another light. She focused on the road ahead, taking the opportunity to close her eyes momentarily. Jane lifted her other hand up to Maura's mouth and she could smell sex on her fingers.

"What?" she asked, refocusing her eyes on Jane's fingers. She stared at the glistening layer spread across her skin, took a glance down at Jane's slacks, the zip pulled down. She fixed her gaze on Jane. "Are you trying to have us die in a car wreck?"

"Fine," Jane said, removing her hand and wiping it on the edge of the seat. Maura lifted her hips, desperately in need in the absence of her fingers. She shook her head and cleared her throat, setting off again. "That's what I like to see."

"If you don't carry on I'm going to crash this car," Maura said.

Jane laughed. "You can't have it both ways Maura. Either I'll make you crash by touching you, or you'll crash because I'm not. Which is it?"

"I don't know."

"Make up your mind."

"Do we know what's at the crime scene?"

"Someone's house."

Maura chewed her lip and glanced at Jane. "Then perhaps we can find a few moments alone to finish up."

"Doctor Isles, are you seriously suggesting we have sex at a crime scene?"

Maura rolled her eyes. "No, Jane, I'm suggesting you do something about this mess you've made before I find myself incapable of doing my job."

x

"Guess we'll have to reconvene later," Jane said, resting her hand against Maura's back. "We've always got the car ride home."

Maura gritted her teeth. "How could you get confused between a house and a park?"

"I knew as much as you knew."

"It's entirely possible I'm going to miss something important," Maura said. "I hate making mistakes. This is your fault."

"You'll be fine," Jane said. "Though you might want to spill something that smells strong."

"Why?"

"You smell like your underwear, and it's pretty obvious."

She twisted around, sending daggers across to Jane. "Are you serious? Get me something to cover it up."

Jane picked up a bottle of cola out of a trash can, and opened the lid. She splashed it out across Maura. Maura screamed and jumped back.

"What are you doing?"

"As you asked."

"Now I'm going to have to change my clothes," Maura said. "Cola is sticky, you're making my job especially difficult today."

"I was counting on your needing to change," Jane said, resting a hand on her hip. "Now go work so we can go back to your office and fuck on your desk."

"Oh God," Maura muttered, closing her eyes as she imagined the rest of the afternoon. She cleared her throat. "I have an autopsy to carry out."

"Put it off for an hour."

"We'll see."

x

Back at the office, Maura's body ached with the desires running through her mind. The body had been stored securely in the fridges and she sat down at her desk to do some paperwork. Her mind drifted to Jane's fingers, curled up inside of her, and she felt her mound grow again. She slipped a hand under the hem of her dress and rubbed her whole palm across her clit. She lifted her hips off the chair, meeting her finger as it slipped between her soaking wet lips.

A loud knocking on her door pulled her attention away. She glanced up, Jane stared back at her through the slats, her eyebrows raised. Maura retrieved her hand and waved Jane inside.

"Lock the door," she said, before Jane could fully enter the room. She smirked and followed her instruction, turning the blinds closed, until every last blind had been turned over.

"We're gonna do this then?"

"I was about to work on the need to orgasm," Maura said. "Then you showed up, so I thought you might as well help me along."

"Good job I came with my trusty tools," Jane said, unzipping her slacks and pushing them to the ground. She held her hands at either side and waved her fingers. She stepped forward and closed Maura's laptop, putting it down on the floor beside her desk.

"What are you doing?"

"When I said I wanted to fuck you on your desk," Jane said, adding several other desk items to the pile on the floor. "I meant it. Get up."

Maura stood up and walked around the side of the desk.

"No, up, on the desk."

"Dress on or off?"

"Off."

Maura tugged at the zip, slipping it off her shoulders and down to the floor, before slipping onto the desk and lying back. Jane discarded her shirt and stepped forward, resting a hand on each of Maura's knees. She kneeled down and pressed her lips to Maura's legs, kissing along the skin. She parted her thighs, holding them apart as she trailed her tongue across sensitive skin.

"Hurry up," Maura gasped, tangling her fingers up in Jane's hair.

Jane moved forward, replacing her lips with her hips and pushing her clit against Maura's. She captured her lips, holding the back of her neck as she kissed her deeply, trailing her hands across the back of her shoulders as she ground her body against Maura's. She pushed her hips forward, wet lips merged with wet lips, her moist centre ached with every fast action. She circled her hips over and over, capturing Maura's nipple in her mouth and sucking, running her tongue across the tip. Maura dug her nails into her buttocks, dragging her up against her, forcing their bodies closer with every thrust of her hips.

"Don't stop," Maura muttered, as Jane slowed.

"But I wanted."

"No," Maura said, she held her tightly around her back, holding her steady as she forced their lips, their clits, to rub against each other. Her lips swelled, her clit ached, as she felt the pulse of Jane's body reverberate through her own skin. She thrust a little harder, her bottom tensed, her thighs tightened and she let go as an orgasm spread through every inch of her body. She lay back against the desk, exhausted but thoroughly relieved.

"Fuck," Jane muttered. "Too soon."

"You not done?" Maura asked, chewing on her bottom lip. She dug her nails back into Jane's thighs, tugging her closer. She sat up, slipping herself onto the edge of the desk, her hips ground back against Maura's. "Turn around."

Jane followed her instruction. Maura wrapped her legs around Jane's body, locking her in place with her feet around her thighs.

"Sit down."

"Okay," she said, resting her butt down against Maura's groin.

She felt a wave of feeling spread through her overly sensitive clit. She closed her eyes, and regained her composure before running her hands across Jane's thighs and down between her legs. She curled her fingers up and around her body, pushing them in and out to match the movement of Jane's hips. She trailed her other hand across her clit, forcing her index finger across sensitive skin. She lifted her hips up to meet Jane's, prisoning her between her own wet lips and her teasing fingers. Jane wrapped a hand around Maura's, pushing it faster, forcing her to move in quick succession as she let out a guttural sound. Her hips tensed, Maura held her between her body, stopping momentarily, before continuing through the orgasm.

"I really need to stop doing this at work," Maura said, as Jane twisted back around, grinding her mist lips against Maura's as she kissed her passionately.

"I really wish you wouldn't."

"God you make this so difficult."

"Maybe we should quit our jobs and spend our lives in bed."

"I could get on board with that.