Drunk confession

Chapter 2

"Brave enough to do this..." Maura said and all of a sudden she grabbed Jane by the neck and kissed her. Her breath reeked of alcohol.

Jane quickly backed away.

"What are you doing?" Jane murmured, trying to gain her senses back. That kiss just felt so nice, and so right. But so wrong at the same time. Maura was drunk, Jane had to repeat that in her mind and remember it next time she caught herself wishing to continue the kiss. And never stop kissing Maura.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm kissing you!"

"Duh!" Jane couldn't help but roll her eyes at Maura. "But why?"

"Because I want to," Maura stated confidently, looking at Jane's eyes. "Because I love you," she stepped closer to Jane once again, never breaking the eye contact. "And because I want you," she caressed Jane's cheek gently.

"Maura, you're drunk." Jane caught her hand, preventing Maura from touching her. "What are you trying to do?" She was still a bit angry and even annoyed with Maura for her behavior.

"Well... since I couldn't get in your heart, I could at least get in your pants."

"Excuse me?" Jane was so confused and flabbergasted by Maura's blunt words.

"I want you Jane."

It felt so nice to hear Maura say those words, but maybe she was talking nonsense. Because Maura was drunk after all. And she couldn't see things clearly in that state of mind. So she probably didn't really mean it...did she?

"I want you so much right now. I want to take you to bed, Jane. I want you to fuck me."

"Maura..." Jane looked at her and shook her head, disappointed by her drunk behavior. And by her words. But she couldn't blame Maura. She blamed the alcohol in her blood.

"Don't say no, Jane." Maura muttered sullenly and looked at the ground. She turned so serious all of a sudden.

"Let's just go to bed, Maura. You're drunk." Jane grabbed her hand, but Maura backed away.

"I won't go to bed!" Maura refused abruptly, whining as some petulant child. "And I am not saying this because I am drunk, Jane. I am just being brave enough to tell you the truth. In your face. And the truth is... you don't know how bad you make me feel. You can't even begin to imagine... You have no idea how jealous I get when you go out on dates. But did you know it? No! Because you're blind. You see me as a friend. Maura the bore-a that could bore you to death with her how did you call it, - goiglemouth. Just a friend. A college. Your best buddy. Is this what I am for you, Jane?"

"Maura, you're so much more than that."

"I love you, Jane. I really do. And not like best friend. I love you as a woman is attracted to another woman. I just love you, okay? But you don't feel the same..." Maura said and looked at the ground once again. It seemed like she was about to cry. She looked really upset and Jane hated the fact that she was the reason Maura was so upset. And probably so drunk. Did Maura really got drunk because of Jane?

"Maura," Jane caught her hands soothingly. "I love you too. You know that."

"Don't patronize me!" Maura retorted defensively.

"I mean it, Maura."

"You do?" Maura looked at Jane, looking a bit confused. Her eyes were filled with love and a hint of hope. But maybe she wasn't buying Jane's words.

"We'll talk in the morning, Maura. When you're sober. Let's just go to bed now," Jane said and took her hand, leading the way to her bedroom. This time Maura obeyed her and silently followed her without any protests.

"It's late. So let's just get some sleep. Sounds good?" Jane asked and Maura didn't seem to mind because she didn't say anything.

Jane gave Maura some shirt from her closet so she could feel more comfortable, and went to the bathroom, leaving Maura alone so she could get dressed. She stalled there, giving Maura some time to change and maybe luckily, even fall asleep before she went back. Jane hoped that she didn't have to face Maura again. Not when she was so drunk and probably confused. But when she returned, Maura was standing there still fully clothed with the dress she was wearing.

"Maura, why didn't you put the clothes I gave you?" Jane asked her.

"I couldn't take it off, Jane." Maura whined, pointing at her dress. "Unzip me," Maura turned her back at Jane and waited patiently.

Jane unzipped her dress and Maura stood in front of her wearing only a pair of sexy lace red underwear.

"Want me to help you out too? Give you a hand?" Maura blurted out giddily as she was trying to insinuate something.

"No, I'll manage." Jane declined politely.

Maura reached out and started helping Jane get undressed but Jane quickly backed away.

"Maura, what are you doing?" Jane asked, and looked at her with disbelieve. She couldn't believe Maura's words and the way she was acting. She was so wasted and it was so obvious. Otherwise she wouldn't act that way. "I can take it off myself."

"Please, relax. It's not like I haven't seen you in your underwear, Jane." Maura retorted. "Underwear. This sounds funny. Under wear. Because you wear it under your clothes. Get it?"

Jane just rolled her eyes at Maura's silly statement and quickly changed in her pajamas. She wasn't in a mood for her jokes anymore.

"Ready for bed?" Jane asked and turned around to look at Maura. "To get some sleep," she clarified quickly before Maura could say anything.

"Mhm," Maura nodded and went closer to Jane. "But first... say that you love me, Jane." Maura said, carresing Jane's cheek, sounding so calm and sure of herself, looking straight at Jane's eyes. "I want to hear it."

"I love you, Maura." Jane said it to please Maura. She just wanted to go to bed and finally get some sleep. She wanted it so bad. She was feeling really tired because she haven't slept at all.

"Say that you'll fuck me..." Maura whispered in her ear, her voice so sexy and low. Then she kissed Jane. She started with a lick of Jane's upper lip, granting herself acsess, invading her mouth with her tongue. Jane didn't back away. She just couldn't. She liked it so much, she just indulged in the pleasure. The kiss was so passionate. It seemed like Maura was playing thumb war but with her tongue - so presistent, fighting for dominance. Like there was a price if she won. And it seemed like the kiss was never going to end. It was impossible to stop. It was so addictive.