As the sun set on the eighth day of their cruise, Jane settled back on the balcony with a glass of red wine and sighed. This was the first week that she could remember where they hadn’t fought. They’d had a few hiccups and she’d been a jerk but they’d managed to avoid any real confrontations.
Everything had been so light and easy, the tensions and stresses that had put the initial gaping wound in their relationship had either not followed them, or they had diluted on the ocean breeze. Everything out here was more relaxed and Jane hoped that it would continue when they got home.
“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” Maura asked suddenly.
Jane jumped, the motion causing her to splash wine onto her pants. Maura had been getting ready for the finals of the dancing competition and had ushered Jane out of the room when her predatory grins and offers to ‘help’ had done nothing but delay the proceedings.
“I don’t have to do it if you don’t want me to.” Maura ran her hands over her outfit and wriggled. The figure hugging dress seemed almost painted onto her voluptuous body, a large slit up the side ending just shy of being explicit. Jane watched as Maura wriggled in the dress and studied herself in the mirror.
The dance contest had been good fun, even when Jane had been eliminated. They’d started off with each other, intent on dancing the whole thing with Maura but they had soon been broken off into more compatible pairs. Now Maura and her dance partner had made it into the final.
“I mean, I can just not go.” Maura continued, watching as Jane sat agape. “I could stay here with you…..” Still Jane said nothing. Maura noted the changes in her and knew she wasn’t hearing a word she said. “Or I could go up to the bridge and tango on the captain.”
“Huh uh.”
Maura laughed as she crossed the gap between them and slid onto Jane’s lap, tipping her face up to meet her own.
“I don’t have to go.” Maura repeated.
“Oh you do.” Jane told her, standing them both up and slapping Maura’s ass gently as she pushed her towards the door. “And if you don’t go right now, you might not be leaving at all.”
Maura giggled as Jane grabbed her purse and shoved her out the door.
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“Who knew she could do that?” Maura sighed as they returned to the cabin.
“Was it really necessary?” Jane countered quickly, “I mean, I like a good show as much as the next man but did we really need to see so much?” she rubbed her eyes and slumped onto the couch.
“Well I think that level of exposure should probably be contained to a doctor’s office.” Maura agreed.
“Ooh yeah!” Jane got slowly to her feet. “I’m done Maur, I’m going to bed.” She yawned widely.
“I’m going to have a shower first.” Maura stretched and kicked her shoes off, heading towards the en suite with Jane close behind.
“Maura?”
The doctor paused in the doorway, turning to regard Jane.
“I’m glad you didn’t win.” She yawned. “You’re too good to be flashing your who-ha.”
Giggling softly, Maura crossed back to the bed where Jane had slumped herself, kicking her shoes off lazily.
“Me too.” She kissed Jane gently on the lips.