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    Entropy

    “Are you ok?” Jane had spent the last half an hour practicing asking that question. It had to be loaded but seemingly innocent at the same time. If Maura liked to be teased, Jane was willing to oblige. She met Maura’s eyes and her grin grew wider as her pupils dilated wildly.

    “Maura?”

    Jane fought the giggles as the doctor turned away from her, searching through the drawer for a corkscrew.

    “I’m fine. Where’s the corkscrew?” Maura replied quickly, her voice shaking as she spoke and forcing Jane to supress more giggles. She licked her lips and crossed to stand behind her, her hand coming to rest in the small of Maura’s back as she leant in to her, reaching past her to large pot that held many a wooden spoon as well as the corkscrew.

    “Where it always is.” Jane whispered, her breath hot on the other woman’s ear before she pulled back, casually trailing her hand across Maura’s hip before turning smartly and taking a seat. She watched as Maura fumbled with the wine. It took her three or four tries before she released the cork and, with shaking hands poured two glasses.

    “Are you sure you’re ok?” Jane asked between mouthfuls. Glancing up from her meal and hoping she looked suitably nonchalant. “You’re acting kinda weird.”

    Maura took a deep drink from her glass before settling it carefully; fearful her shaking hands might knock the drink over. ‘She knows’ Maura thought, watching Jane as she stuffed food into her mouth with her usual voracity. ‘She must know.’ Her mind ran, punctuated with images of Jane dropping the towel and taking her on the kitchen counter. It was unhygienic but oh so necessary to her right now. ‘She’s just being Jane’ her mind argued, ‘she’s tactile’.

    Jane watched, careful not to draw attention to herself as Maura argued with herself mentally. Her eyes roaming the Maura’s body, warm, loving eyes that always managed to increase her heart rate, her gentle but adorable freckles that were often hidden under a fine layer of make-up,  smooth creamy skin, now stained forever by Hoyts scalpel but still the most beautiful Jane had ever seen, and her bountiful bosom… Jane grinned, ‘with remarkably hard nipples’. She licked her lips hungrily and forced her eyes up to Maura’s.

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