“Bananas?” Jane offered, waving the yellow fruit triumphantly before dumping them unceremoniously into the cart. She watched Maura with fascination as she carefully examined the melons, feeling each one and pressing its flesh before finally selecting three and carefully putting them in a clear bag and placing them delicately in the cart.

She was as precise when it came to selecting the fresh food for Bass, strawberries, broccoli, spinach, organic pears and carrots. “Your turtle eats better than most people.” Jane quipped as she threw a punnet of strawberries into the cart for herself.

“Really Jane, you’ll bruise my melons, and he’s a tortoise!” A middle aged man looked up at her from his own fruit selection, his eyes roaming over her chest before flicking quickly to Jane and back to Maura’s ample bosom. Laughing heartily, Jane was glad she was leaning on the cart as tears ran down her cheeks.

“What?” Maura glared at the man next to her, his eyes suddenly finding the apples incredibly interesting. “What did I say?” Jane wheezed as she tried to control her breathing, a control she lost every time she looked up at Maura, her eyes being drawn to her ***** and reducing her to more giggles.

“Melons…” she cupped at her own *****, before dissolving into more laughter. Maura’s face burnt a fiery crimson as she realised what Jane meant.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” She chastised the detective sternly, pulling the cart away from the produce.

“I know Maur.” Even through her giggles, she could hear the embarrassment in Maura’s voice as she was dragged into the next aisle. “Hey, slow down.” She rooted her feet, causing Maura to lose her grip on the cart. Reaching out, Jane caught her hand, pulling her back to her side. “C’mon Maur.” She searched the warm hazel eyes as she tried to ignore the electric hum in her hand caused by Maura’s. “I didn’t mean anything by it.” Her eyes flicked to Maura’s chest and she licked her lips unconsciously.

“I don’t like when you make fun of me.” Maura whispered, her fingers brushing over the scars on the backs of Jane’s hands sending shivers through the brunette. Maura watched her intently; the tell-tale signs were there, the hitch in Jane’s breathing, her pupils dilating wildly. Maybe she wasn’t alone in her feelings.