Take my breath away (EN)

Dirty dancing

Maura POV
I see your mother out, who doesn't seem to want to leave, as she has offered in every way to help us clean up. I close the door behind her and am definitely relieved... we're finally alone.
You are already starting to tidy up: after all you know me and you know how much it annoys me that the house is not in absolute order, but now it is not so important. Here we are again, finally, you and I. I come closer to you, while you rinse the glasses, and hug you.

Your perfume intoxicates me, I fill my lungs with it, I try to breathe in so that the essence of you can enter me like a breath of oxygen. As I wrap you in my arms, you make a slight grimace of pain as my hand passes near the point of your wound.

You wouldn't let me worry about you... ever since I woke up, you've spent as much time as possible taking care of me and you've always downplayed the fact that you've taken a bullet that night, too. I'll lift your shirt slightly to check the wound. You interrupt your work so I can see better, keeping on your shirt while I can check the point where you were shot, and your face becomes instantly guilty.

"Jane, you told me the bullet grazed you, not that it hit you in the abdomen, at lung level!" I berate you, with little conviction but a good deal of regret. You knew as soon as I saw the scar I'd find out, you were just trying not to make me worry too much. And you know that now that the wound is healed, I have no reason to fear for your health. I hate it when you hide things from me, but I can't help but forgive you when you do it just out of love.

My hand stops analyzing your hip, but the touch doesn't stop, on the contrary it becomes more delicate. In a moment the gaze of a doctor, aseptic and scientific, leaves room for the gaze of a lover, full of love and longing for your skin. I feel like I'm sensing a new feeling, as if my synapses are transmitting an unknown signal, as if I've never seen and touched your body like this before.

"In all this chaos, I didn't have a chance to process what happened to you... I woke up and there you were, like I was on the verge of falling and you caught me... but you were hurt, you risked your life that night too... and I couldn't have done anything to help you..." I vent, throwing out all the tension I feel growing inside. It's as if I sense now the shock of that situation. You hug me and I burst into tears, interrupted only by a few sobs.

"Oh Maura, please, don't cry! It's all right, darling! Everything is fine, we are fine... and I think it's time to give this back to you... the nurse gave it to your mother along with your belongings after you were admitted. And she imagined that I wanted to be the one to give it back to you... I was waiting until it was only us again to do that and give you my welcome home," you tell me, taking the necklace with the pendant you gave me for my birthday from your pocket.

"I didn't think you and my mom had become chummy," I say jokingly as I wipe the tears from my face. I motion for you to help me put it on, while I pull my hair up with my hands to give you more space.

As soon as you hook the necklace, you leave me a tender kiss at the height of the atlas. And here, too, I feel like I'm rediscovering a slightly faded sensation in my mind.

"Well let's say we have a civil relationship by virtue of the fact that we both love a certain person..." And while you say that, you're so smiling. Your smile... I love it, because it's impossible not to be infected! You are already ready to wash the glasses again, but I decide to stop you: I take you by the wrist and draw you to me, throwing my arms around your neck.

"Jane, seriously, the only thing you can think about right now is finishing the dishes?" And as soon as I finish the sentence, I join our lips in what seems like perfect alchemy. Your hands on my back are so delicate, like you're afraid I'll shatter at your touch. It could never be like this. You protect me, always. I deepen the kiss, and I find the same sweetness in the way our tongues touch and chase each other. It seems as if you are reluctant to let go, so I decide to start with heavy artillery: I put one hand under your shirt along your back, while with the other I hold you to me, sliding it on your butt, so toned and perfect.