Chapter: 2 of 2

Characters: Jane, Maura

Jane stepped out of the elevator, nearly running. She definitely should have taken the damn stairs. This thing was just too slow, getting her to the morgue. The metallic doors slid open in front of her, and the detective bee- lined directly towards Maura's office. She could see the doctor, resting her chin on one hand with a sly smirk on her face, completely focused on the screen in front of her. Jane eased the door open, careful to remain silent. She slid the lock in place, stepping quietly behind the rapidly typing doctor.

"If I followed you home, would you keep me?" Maura gasped as hands wrapped around her from behind, bracing against the desk as she did so; causing an effective trap around the doctor. Jane tilted her head, biting down on the woman's shoulder, making her cry out.

"Jane! No marks. Oh-!" Her grip on the desk tightened as she threw her head back, Jane's tongue running a light trail to the edge of her jaw.

"How the Hell did you join that conversation?" She slid one hand around Maura's waist, palming a breast through a thin, low- cut shirt.

"I hit... The Join Conversation... Button." The woman moaned, tilting her head to the side as Jane's hand slid beneath the hem of her shirt, under her lace bra.

"Huh. And here, I was going to accuse Frost for inviting you. Naughty, Maur." She hooked her ankle around the edge of the woman's chair. "Up."

"Jane, we're at work." She moaned, standing regardless of the weak attempts at staving off her own desire. The detective kicked the chair out of the way, grinding into her wife's back.

"Oh, because we have never banged at work before." Jane moaned out, sliding her thigh between Maura's legs, increasing the friction between them as she thought up some of their more recent examples. "Up against the morgue wall." She paused, nipping at pale flesh again, eliciting another moan from the woman. "Or that time on the dead people table."

"Jane!" The detective pinched a nipple, hard, barely keeping herself from laughing at how quickly the medical examiner came apart in her arms.

"Yes Maur?"

"Please!" She smirked, sliding her other hand down the woman's side, over a soft thigh, down to her knee. When she slid long fingers back up the inside, she paused, tracing unidentifiable patterns up her skin, bunching the constricting skirt up as she moved. "Oh, Jane. More, please. You're being mean."

"Answer a question first, Maur."

"Anything." The blonde breathed out, panting. Jane ran her fingers over lace panties; ones that probably matched the bra she had her hand inside. She pressed harder, teasing the slickness there, smirking as Maura moaned again.

"Did you really spell Google wrong?"

"I was a bit distracted, Jane." The detective smirked, turning her attention to the other breast as she slid her fingers inside of the soaked underwear, teasing her girlfriend's folds.

"Answer my question, Doctor Isles."

"Please Jane, inside. I need you."

"Not until you answer what I've asked." She brushed the woman's clit lightly, teasing. Maura nearly screamed in frustration.

"Yes, alright? I put two 'E's' because I was imagining- oh my." Jane slid three fingers in, pumping harder than she normally started, Maura's back tensing as she threw her head back in ecstasy.

"Imagining what, Maur?" She slowed, backing off. "Do indulge my curiosity about what had thrown that brilliantly large brain of yours into such a distracted state that you started spelling things wrong."

"I... imagined you... Inside me." She moaned, hips bucking against Jane's all but immobile hand. "Going faster. If you would be so kind."

"Hmm, I think I would. Interesting fantasy Doctor." Jane whispered, voice deep as her lips brushed just beneath Maura's ear. She curled her fingers, palming Maura's clit as she moved again, making the doctor cry out as her orgasm shook her, nails tightening into her abused desk. She screamed out her lover's name, coming down from her high slowly, dropping her head forward, panting. Her computer alerted them to a message on Facebook, the detective turning to examine who it was. "Frost would like to know if I'm down here with you. He stated that I 'ran out with in one Hell of a hurry.'" Maura slid her hands over Jane's shoulders, pushing her down into the chair she had pulled back quietly.

"Tell him that you're a bit busy."

"Why don't you type it? Its your Facebook after all." Maura smirked, dropping to her knees fluidly, Jane's belt discarded and her pants sliding down. Maura ran her tongue over her teeth.

"I'm very busy at the moment."She ran her hands on the inside of her lover's thighs, leaning forward to taste the detective, sliding her tongue between slick folds, one of Jane's hands threading into her hair as she sucked, the other typing in bursts that corresponded to the doctor's ministrations. She felt the detective's grip tighten as she slid two fingers inside, slicking her tongue over the swollen clit before sucking it into her mouth. Jane cursed, crying out as she came, hard.

"Maur?" The detective whispered, coming down from her high as the smaller woman rose, straddling her hips. The doctor cocked her head, leaning forward to kiss her wife passionately.

"Yes?"

"There's no "Join Conversation" button on Facebook."

AN- This was fun. I have to say a couple things however.
A) I don't own the characters, unfortunately. I also do not own Facebook.
B) I want to thank IllThinkOfSomething10, and our two idiot friends, for starting a "pick up line argument" with me on Facebook. The things that happen when you're bored. This piece would not have even been considered if not for that argument; with its geek lines, the Harry Potter lines, and the various other random ones.
C) Oh, and Yes, I did spell "Google" wrong during this argument. That was ALL me. I'm proud to say...

Review please!

Final Word Count: 2204