"You're leaving?"

It wasn't the first time she asked her this question, nor would it be the last. Some how she couldn't seem to control the need to know. Always one to draw pleasure from someone, male or female, and not think twice about whether they'd stay or not. Whether she'd stay or not. If she was taking in their home she'd never stay. If her night of pleasure took place in her bed, her environment, she'd wait until her breathing evened out then simply say 'I had a good time. You may use the bathroom on the right before you leave.' She felt no shame, wasn't that what sex warranted, pleasure? Wasn't that what most people wanted today, sex with no relations? Emotionless to all of her lovers. Not one feeling passed between her and her victim. Not even a particle of likeliness.

A "Heartless and emotionless woman" was how she was seen to everyone that worked for her at her company. Being the sole owner of the National Knowledge of Science Research Foundation based in Massachusetts. A science research facility for the gifted. A multi million dollar business. She knew she had to be the authoritarian that she was perceived to be. It was how she earned her respect.

Now this beautiful, intelligent, sexy, honey blonde debutant wasn't anyone of a whore, she simply took what she needed when her body longed for that touch. It was not an every day thing but rather once a week and maybe every once in a blue moon she'd call a past lover back into her sheets. But there was something different about this woman she had been "fucking" for the past five months that made the hairs on her back tingle. Was it her tall and lean body. Her gentleness she possessed only for her when they were in the throes of passion. Yes she could be a stallion in bed when she wanted to but to the blonde's own surprise she liked the slow and teasing caresses too. "Fucking" didn't seem like an accurate word for their time spent together to her anymore.

An unfamiliar sensation coursed through her veins whenever this raven haired woman called. 'Open the door.' She'd say and the blonde would already have her hand on the doorknob already anticipating her arrival the moment the dark haired woman's ringtone sounded.

"Yes. You know I always do." She said standing from the bed and letting the sheet pool around her feet. The chilled air further hardening her post orgasmic nipples. "But I'll be back, Maura." She said with certainty. Her name softly played from swollen lips, a reassurance of some sort.

"When?" There wasn't need in her voice per se, maybe one would confuse it for neediness but these women both knew it was a question that neither of them could answer honestly.

"I don't know."

"You never know, Jane. It's three in the morning I don't see why you can't spend the next few hours here and sleep with me." Sitting up, the comforter slid below her now exposed breast.

"You know why I can't. I can't predict when I'm gonna show up again, or when I'm going to be called in on a case. My job keeps me traveling. My job is dangerous. You know why I don't sleep over, it's not safe for you or me. My main concern is you not getting hurt." The last part was whispered to herself.

"Yes, I remember. I don't know why I asked, you're never here more than a couple of hours anyway. I highly doubt someone would track you back to my house. But you know as well as I do that you sleep better here." Maura says as she stands from the bed and makes her way over to Jane slipping one of her legs in her panties. "I also recall you telling me rule number one in your code book, 'The CIA doesn't recommend nor do they allow agents to obtain relationships with the outside world. Whatever we do with a partner is strictly for sexual benefit'. You don't follow directions very well. I know this isn't just a beneficial thing for you." She stated matter of fact.

"You don't have to say it like it's so void of commitment." After a short pause Jane admitted, "Maura you know its not like that anymore."

"The first and only time you've stayed, you told me it was the first time you hadn't had a nightmare. Please, tell me what it is like?" She asks getting closer to Jane.

"I dont know, okay. All I know is that I like you."

The blonde's heart beat just a little bit faster at this confession but she quickly pushed that feeling away. Emotions were too complicated. "And every free time I get I come and see you, don't I?"

"You come and fuck me." The doctor's tone bitter but there was still a bit of sadness laced within. Referring to what they were constantly doing as "fucking" still didn't taste right on her tongue. These last two months were more than the standard fuck. She said it more to unconsciously deny that this was more than a "thing" between them, and that all it was, was for sexual benefits. A way of release. This set up was always procedure for her in the past. A way to show her superiority. But now things were different. Her nonchalant resolve faltered just a little but it had not been noticed by the agent because of the dark room. The only lighting shining on the back wall cast by the street light that shone through the semi drawn curtains.

She received no reply in return as Jane resettled herself back in the bed and crawled over the crumpled sheets to grab Maura by her biceps and pull her within a foot of each other and asked, "Will you be patient with me?" That was another unspoken rule, no hand holding.

"I will." They leaned in and kissed for a brief moment but that chaste kiss held promise. A promise they didn't know they had made.

"I really can't say what I'm asking you to be patient for. I don't think I'm asking much of you but just trust me, alright?"

Maura shook her head and helped Jane gather her articles of clothing that were strewn all around the bedroom floor. Trusting wasn't an easy task for Maura Isles. Maura had been a lonely child with love only given by her nannies. She once believed that there was true love out there for everyone as her fairytale books had led her to believe. That all changed the day she was left heart broken by her first love and then she knew that her idea of a "soulmate" was just what she had read; a fairy tale. After that she trusted no one but the books she studied.

Once she was clothed except for her boots and a few other things the smaller much more naked woman helped the CIA Agent put on her coat. It was a domesticated act and they both understood it somewhere in their minds but neither would ever acknowledge it. Not yet anyways. It felt right, to be this way with the other. It was comfortable.

"I'll call you when I get a chance." A final kiss was shared between the two. This particular one was much more passionate and slower. Again and again after Jane left it hurt a little more each time for the both of them. When they broke the kiss after what seemed like hours, Maura pulled the taller woman into her and rested her head on her chest and breathed in the scent that was only Jane. The aroma of the honey blonde's hair seeped into Jane's line of smell and she relished in the moment, possessively combing her fingers through the hairs on the nape of the scientists neck. With a final goodbye for the night she placed a gentle kiss in the shorter woman's hair as Maura gave one last tight squeeze. Nails scraping the leather jacket that she desperately clung to.

"I'll be back."

"Yeah. Goodnight Jane." Maura whispered.

"Goodnight. I love.." Those three words almost slipped from her mouth before she caught herself. "...what we have. I wouldn't trade it for a million bucks." Their hands breaking apart as she closed the door the separated them.

Padding back to her room that she just minutes ago shared with a lover, friend, whatever she was to the brunette, she accepted the fact that Jane was more important to her than anybody she let into her life and this scared her more than she was able to deny. Realizing how cold she had become, she made her way down the hallway, pulled back the covers, slid in, and let the comfortable silence lull her to sleep. It would have been better if you had stayed. She thought to herself before she succumbed to the darkness behind her eyelids.

Morning came and went as the evening crept in and the sky darkened, the sun slowly and subtly slipping behind the ocean. Maura had just finished another long day at work, her body drained from the constant thoughts of one Jane Rizzoli, and the ice over her heart began to make a new layer as the warm effects of the agent wore off. It wasn't the first time the dark haired woman had taken up residence in her mind all day, images of long black tendrils, muscular olive toned skin, perfect cheek bones and lips. A warm tingling shot its way through her groin at the vivid images of her lover. Fingers reaching within her skirt pocket to retrieve the keys to her 2014 Audi s5 convertible, she swiftly unlocked the doors and got in. Putting the key in the ignition she started the luxurious car and drove the 30 minute drive back to her home.

Her mind began to wander back to the very pleasant and welcomed dream she woke up to in a sweaty mess of tangled sheets. Her breathing labored. Chest heaving. The brunette's hand made expert circles around her pulsing clit while suckling on the scientist's earlobe. Groomed fingernails clawed at a full head of raven haired locks, back arched to accommodate the hand that so eagerly lowered to dive within the essence of her wet core. Moving from Maura's ear to nip at her neck and collarbone the tastes of salt, sex, and cinnamon coated her tongue as she made her way over the swells of creamy breasts to puckered nipples. 'I wanna feel you come undone in my arms.' She whispered in a sultry tone before her tongue roughly ran side to side, up and down bathing each breast. Moan after moan ripped its way past the blonde's lips and this only spurred Jane on. Long worked fingers plunged in and out at a deliberately slow and steady pace. 'More' Maura breathed pressing on the top of Jane's head with one hand while the other nudged her shoulder urging her to go lower. A smirk played on the brunette's lips, she knew just how to rile the blonde up and what to do to curl her toes. Displeasure registered on the scientists face when Jane removed her hand from her clit to spread her legs further apart. A trail of kisses and licks paved their way down Maura's stomach before slick red lips enveloped the throbbing nub in her mouth. What felt like forever, the torture was finally over as Maura's climaxed ripped through her. The brunette's tongue didn't let up as she moaned into her saturated pussy. The vibrations bringing a second mini orgasm, shattering the last little bit of herself that held onto reality, shock after shock rippling through.

Jane moved back up the quivering body that lay beneath her and coaxed her lover back down to earth. 'I got you. I love you.' Is what dream Jane had said to her before Maura woke with a start.

A car horn sounded and brought Maura out of her reverie. Eyes wide with panic she swerved out of the cars way back into her own lane. "God, this woman has me so unlike myself." She said to no one. "Not to my knowledge have I ever felt this way towards another. You must be something special, Jane."

Reaching for her phone that lay in her purse on the console to check the time, she swiped her thumb over the screen and noticed she had an unread message. The corners of her mouth lifting in surprise at Jane's name that shown across the top. Never had she texted after less than 24 hours apart. Sometimes it had been days, weeks even before she received a message. In the beginning Maura never waited or expected the messages but now she anticipated them.

Turning into her driveway she read the message. 'I'll be back sooner than you think, love.'

Hope swelled in her chest. Her heart fluttered. Jane had uttered to her in her dream 'I love you' but somehow this meant more to her than those three words. Anyone could say they loved someone, but to promise a return held greater worth. It played over and over in her mind, that message, like a mantra but she didn't know how to reply. So she just sent 'I'll be waiting' and got out of her car before she made it towards her house.