“So.” Maura began once the young server had taken their food order and scurried away to the kitchen, a daft grin on his face. “I need to talk to you.” Jane sipped her wine and watched as Maura tried to organise her thoughts.

“Yeah?” Jane purred at her. “What about?” she watched as Maura focused on her fingers as they ran slowly up and down the glass. “Is it about today?”

Maura looked up and smiled. “Well it is, almost.” She replied, happy to have been given a place to start. “I told you I’d met Louise in a café.” She started. “Well we had a conversation about.” Maura’s eyes bore into her, making Jane shift in her seat as she saw the lustful fire barely contained there. “about relationships and some unfinished, no, unvoiced emotions.” Maura paused, taking a long drink from her glass.

“Emincé de Volaille, Pommes de terre sautées” the waiter appeared at their side, making both women jump noticeably.

“Damn, you part ninja or something?” Jane laughed as he set the plates down before them.

“Sorry ma’am.” He smiled, looking between the women and their mutual choice of meal. He had seen it countless times, couples that came in and ordered the same thing at the same time. These two women were no different, although the tension that danced in the air around him told him that this was a new relationship. Smiling warmly, he nodded before disappearing as silently as he’d arrived.

“Mmm this is good.” Jane said as she tucked into her meal. Truth be told, she was paying so little attention to her food, she would never be able to remember if it was good or not. When pressed for information, Jane wouldn’t have been able to tell you the type of meat she had claimed to enjoy.

Maura shuffled in her seat, eating slowly, her eyes rarely leaving Jane. “Sauce is nice.” Jane offered when Maura remained stoic.

“Did you know, European law dictates that only those cheeses aged in the natural Combalou caves of Roquefort-sur-Soulzon may bear the name Roquefort?” Maura asked suddenly.

Jane grinned. The way Maura rolled the French language around her mouth was sensual, practically erotic. It sent liquid fire flooding to her core and she squirmed in her seat as she popped another piece of chicken in her mouth, the sauce suddenly filling her with an entirely different sensation.