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    Entropy

    “J-Jane?” Maura replied.

    Jane cleared her throat, hoping to shake the passion from her tone. “Yeah it’s me.” She had succeeded in shaking the want from her voice and managed to turn herself into an over-enthusiastic telemarketer, all in one motion. She rolled her eyes and hoped that Maura would get to the point so she wouldn’t have to try and speak again.

    “I was thinking.” Maura said, her own voice having deepened and developed a husky tone to it that Jane couldn’t recall having heard before. She smiled, knowing that Maura was probably having a similar physical reaction as her. She reached for the journal, skimming over the entry as Maura stuttered and fell over her words. She could picture Maura laid on the bed, her body bathed in candlelight.

    “So would you like to?” Maura finished.

    Jane grinned. “Oh yes.” Jane replied, the husky purr returning. “I’d love to.”

    “Good. I’ll be home soon.” Maura replied before hanging up the phone leaving Jane no idea what she’d just agreed to.

     

    When Maura walked through the front door, she was surprised to see the house empty. Jane had agreed to go and check out a new wine bar with her and some of their colleagues, and she had expected her to be ready when she’d gotten in. Placing the cartons of Chinese on the counter, she bent down and scratched Joe’s head absently before fetching plates and serving the meal.

    “Jane?” Maura called. “I got dinner.”

    Jane appeared, wrapped in a lilac towel, her wet hair cascading down her shoulders. The vision before her stopped Maura dead in her tracks, the carton hovering above the plate before falling with a loud ‘splop’ into her kung po chicken. She ripped her eyes away from Jane and fussed quickly with the meal, her hunger for the oriental feast vanishing faster than her desire was building.

    Jane smirked, Maura was clearly flustered and she planned on taking full advantage of it. Reaching out, she brushed Maura’s fingers with her own as she took the carton from her hand. “Let me help you.” She shook steamed broccoli onto the plates and looked up at Maura, flashing her a brilliant smile.

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