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All the colour drained from the street, leaving Jane nothing but the form before her. Plain white tennis shoes, delicately tanned and defined calves disappearing into faded black three quarter length trousers. A full and heaving chest encased in a cerulean blue tank. The dark pink hue of a blush burning under lightly freckled skin and darkened hazel, small green flecks more visible as eyes darkened further under her gaze. Just Maura. So dressed down and yet undeniably the most beautiful woman in all of Boston.
For what felt like an eternity, neither woman spoke nor moved and yet the air around them crackled with desire.
Releasing the doctor from her embrace, Jane stumbled a few paces backwards, her legs unwillingly to generate a gap. “I…..” Jane’s words died instantly, not that she consciously knew what to say, just that something should be said.
“Don’t.” The strangled whisper fell from Maura’s lips unchecked. Forcing herself back to reality, Maura closed her eyes and took a deep breath, reprimanding her carnal urges silently. “I think we’ve done enough for today.” She announced suddenly. Jane nodded sadly, her heart pounding in her chest not, she realised, from her being out of the apartment, nor from the people who had started to stare as they passed, but from the volcanic heat that danced across her lips and ignited a fire someone further south that she’d long since thought extinct.
They walked back to Jane’s apartment in a slow and confusing silence. Maura had ignored her attempts at conversation and so, reluctantly, Jane had just given up.
“If you could just hand me my purse.” The clinical side of the doctor took over on the threshold of Jane’s apartment, none of the goofy Maura visible, even to Jane’s experienced eye.
She held up a finger, silencing the word she feared would follow, she knew she owed Jane an explanation but until she had vocalised it in her own mind, she didn’t want to say something to ruin their friendship. “Please Jane.” Her voice shook. “Just hand me my purse.” Maura watched as a crest fallen Jane turned away from her and crossed to retrieve the designer bag from its place by the sofa. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Maura offered a weak smile and turned smartly on her heels, leaving Jane flustered and confused to stare after her.