A/N I was practically screaming at the TV "YOU LOVE HER" for most of episode 4x13. So you could say I was inspired by that. Even though this is not related to the episode at all, and it's canon Rizzles so ... Hope you enjoy. Please favorite and review. Thank you

You love how well she knows you. How you don't have to utter a single word for her to do the right thing. You don't have to mention how tiresome your last 16 hours were on your favorite Louboutins for her to grab your feet from where you laying next to her and rub it while you watch TV. You don't have to say the last case of a teenage girl being butchered is taking a toll on you for her arms to hold you tighter and longer.

You love how you two can seem to have a whole conversation only with your eyes, when other people are in the room and that much wanted physical contact isn't possible. You love that she understands your unspoken questions and answers them without sounds, and a smile at times. A smile that can be sad, can be a smirk, or just a genuine smile to say "I love you" back.

You haven't really said the word yet, neither of you since that day two months ago when you first kissed. You know now it'll have a different meaning and although you're not all too happy about this, you think it's for the best. It means that when the time comes (you're crossing your fingers it's rather sooner than later) it'll be more real. And you don't want a meaningless phrase thrown away before waving goodbye, or a greeting before you hang up. You want the whole important moment, eye contact, lips trembling "I love you." Because you do, you do love her.

You love her when she looks at you like you're a crystal thing that she's worried she might break, because it's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. You love her also when she gets worried, and she scowls when you're upset and she'll do anything to bring you your smile back, just so you can bring hers too then. You love her when her pupils dilate when you wear a new dress or undress from an old one.

You love her during the day, at the precinct when she comes to watch you work, to bounce ideas from you and also steal a kiss or two, at the crime scene when she's walking around like she owns the place, and her scowl only softens when she meets your eyes. At lunch when she'll indulge you and eat whatever healthy organic food you've picked for her, but will also order fries to go with it, just so you can smile and shake your head and she can grin back at you.

You love her during the night, oh how much you love her. When she doesn't need anything more than your body language to read you, and knows exactly what you want. You love how she knows how to go softly and slowly, caressing every curve and kissing every part of your skin, taking her time, adoring you. How her hands flatten on your stomach and she moves her lips softly on your collarbone creating as much contact as she can. How those same lips after traveling over your upper body move on the inside of your thighs, just a little above your knee. And she smoothly licks and breathes her way up causing you to forget your own name but not hers. Never hers. Then she's inside you, warm and wet and if even her tongue wasn't so skillful, the noises she makes are your undoing. You love how she moves away just slightly to whisper against your moist flesh how beautiful you are, how good you taste and that she almost doesn't believe you're real. Yes, you love those nights.

But you also love the nights when she's relentless. When your teeth on her neck are enough for her to realize what you prefer that specific night. You love how she's almost rough, and her touch is raw, her teeth seek and mark the creamy skin of your chest. How she sucks your bottom lip, the pulse point in your neck, your nipples and the smooth skin below your breast. How love how her fingers enter you without warning and you both moan. You love her sweating skin against yours, her weight above you and how she adds her digits inside you and you grow louder. You ask for harder, deeper, her grunts on the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spine. You love how she gasps when you tighten around her and she never complains even though you know her left arm must be sore, she just pumps harder curling her fingers upward on the way out and pressing her thumb against you. You love her because she's everything in that moment, and she's everywhere, preventing all your senses to feel something that isn't hers. Skin, touch, warmth, pressure, smell, taste …. Pleasure, so much pleasure.
You've only caught her staring at you once while you were practically shaking under her but you think she does it every time. And that sort of adoration in her eyes, mixed with pride and pure bliss it's what makes you love her more.

But to be honest your love intensifies when she lets go, when she just lies down and has that confused and almost innocent look in her eyes. You don't like the fact that she still can't fully trust you but the fact that she's willing to let you try it's enough for now. You love how she's a little unsure at times, even if it's only so you can whisper words of praising against her skin. You love that you know all her weak spots, and what she likes to be done to them. Soft brushing of lips against the inside of her wrist, chaste kisses all over her face just so she can squirm and then smile when you move lower. Soft nipping on her collar bone, only to become a bite on her nipples and elicit that delicious sound from her. A tight hold on her hips, your thumbs next to her hipbones like they belong there. You love that you're the only one who knows how sensitive her back is, as you're the only one to turn her around one time just so you could taste every part of her. But she still have favorites there, licking from the small of her back and up, along her vertebrae will make her moan your name and get goosebumps, and the almost painful bite on the nape of her neck will result in an animalistic noise. You love how she gives you time before you pleasure her, but you love her more when she begs. You always take advantage, asking her to be more elaborate. If there's a sound better then Jane Rizzoli's throaty-more-than-usual voice saying "Please Maura, I want you inside me", you've never heard it.

And if there's a sight better than Jane Rizzoli looking down at you, her bottom lip between her teeth, her chest heaving and her eyes shining and wanton, you've never seen it either.
Yes, you do love her, and when words aren't enough you'll turn them to actions, movements against and inside her and sometimes no movements at all. Times when she'll thread her fingers on your hair and still your head, just so she can set the pace with her hips, while your name mixes with "God" and profanity and interjections.

If someone were to ask you, you can't pick one single moment when you love her more, but one it's definitely high up the list. It's those few seconds before you fall asleep, be it clothed or naked, always as close as you can be, her arms wrapped around your middle, or your check pressed between her shoulder blades, so you can hear her heartbeat. She's not only who you're falling asleep with, but the one you'll wake up in the morning too. If you're lucky, every following morning for a long, long time.