Author's Note: I don't own Rizzoli and Isles. This makes me terribly sad.

A few rays of morning peeked through the shades and cast a gentle glow on the otherwise peaceful bedroom. Maura stretched and yawned and slowly adjusted her eyes to the light. She smiled at the figure slumbering next to her; Maura and Jane had slept together multiple times before, platonically, of course, but each time Maura woke up next to her, it was like the first time all over again. The medical examiner carefully fingered a stray lock of hair that had fallen in front of Jane's face; she tucked the offending hair behind her friend's ear and peppered soft kisses along her strong jaw line.

The detective stirred and gradually opened her eyes to see the blonde staring back at her lovingly. Each time Jane awoke to Maura, she was constantly floored by how beautiful someone could look with no makeup and an extreme case of bed head. She didn't think anyone could pull it off, but Maura Isles certainly could.

"Good morning," Maura smiled.

"Hi, baby." Jane responded, her voice riddled with sleep.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked snaking her arm around Jane's waist to pull her closer.

"Mmmm," was all Jane could respond with. Maura kissed her friend and moved her hands over the length of Jane's slender back—from the shoulders down to her hips.

Maura buried her head into the taller woman's neck and placed deliberate kisses along the protruding collarbones. "Jane, I had always thought this was just," she paused looking for the proper phrasing, "just something my mind came up with. Something that would never happen." She kissed at Jane's neck again. "But I'm so glad it did."

"Me too, Maura."

Maura slid her fingers under Jane's tank top that the taller woman had lazily thrown back on last night; still amazed by the soft taut skin underneath, the blonde splayed her fingers out, tracing the contours of the detective's abs. Her hands moved up gradually to cup Jane's breasts and began massaging; Jane kissed Maura silently telling her to continue. As Maura teased one breast with her left hand, she confidently lowered her hand down the detective's body and dipped it slightly below the waistband of the sweatpants.

"Maur," Jane warned, not wanting to be teased. "Please" she kissed her again.

With that, Jane spread her legs and the blonde's fingers were met with slick heat. The taller woman threw her head back and bit her lip as Maura moved against her core. Once she established a rhythm, Maura took her thumb and swiped it around Jane's clit and soon enough the other woman became undone. As the waves of Jane's orgasm undulated, Maura did not still her hand between the detective's legs.

"Baby, what are you—"Jane stammered before letting out a moan as her hypersensitivity rebuilt leading her to the edge. Maura quickened the pace and curled in and out of Jane, leaving the other woman wracking with pleasure.

"Jane," Maura breathed out. "Come." With the demand, Jane did so. Feeling the second orgasm rip through detective, the blonde instinctively stilled her fingers and carefully pulled them out. With the afterglow of sex on their bodies, Maura moved closer and wrapped herself completely into the detective.

"Good morning, Maura."

"Good morning, Jane."