I usually don't add chapter to completed stories, but there is a first time for everything. This is the final installment. Enjoy. This one is for you Vargas1989.
"You didn't lose it Maura, but you did make me question it. You've seen a lot of guys lately; you weren't acting like….well like Maura."
Jane looked at Maura with sadness and guilt in her eyes. Ever since she had shot herself, Maura had been dating one inappropriate man after another. The term dating being used very loosely thought Jane. Her mind flashed back to all of the men who Maura more often slept with than dated. There was Yucky Slucky, Ian, Seth from the furniture store, Brett from the firehouse, and nearly Giovanni. She was concerned that her shooting herself had somehow contributed to Maura's sexual expressions.
Maura's shoulders slumped as she washed the emotions wash over Jane. Finally her guard was down, and Maura could see every emotion that tore at Jane. There was confusion, loss, fear, and sadness. The doctor reached for her the detective's hand and led her to her oversized couch,
"Come here." Maura sat down and pulled Jane down to the adjacent cushion. "I owe you an explanation."
Jane shrugged and winced at her own discomfort. If she could, she climb out of her own body and abandon it like a discarded corn husk. "No Maura. Really, we don't have to."
"Shhhh." Maura wrapped her arm around Jane's waist, pulling her even closer. "If we don't deal with this, it's going to continue to gnaw at you, and it will make things difficult for us."
Jane rested her head on Maura's shoulder, she yawned from exhaustion, and reached for Maura's hand. "I'm listening."
"Though some studies suggest that promiscuity is a throwback from our hunter gatherer relatives trying to guarantee their survival, it's often associated with extreme physical or emotional trauma."
Jane snuggled in as if Maura were about to tell her a bedtime story, albeit a long convoluted bedtime story.
"When you shot yourself, I experienced both. I was held captive, and witnessed you shoot yourself. When the dust settled, I still felt numb, dark, empty. There was a disconnect between you and I." Maura paused expecting Jane to leap up and argue with her. Jane simply squeezed Maura's hand tighter.
"I was closer to you Jane than anyone else, but you were dealing with your own emotions surrounding the events, and each time, please understand that I am not blaming you, each time I tried to get close to you again, you pushed me away."
Jane felt a lone tear splash on to her hand. She sat up and brushed Maura's hair out of her eyes. "Maura." Jane's voice was husky. "I'm sorry. I never meant to make you feel that. I was so angry afterwards; I lashed out at everyone and everything." Jane swallowed hard.
"You can't make me feel any of those things. We were both suffering emotionally for a long time. I wanted to feel alive, connected to this world, but I couldn't go to you with this burden. I falsely thought that having casual sex could make up for what I lacked, and you blew your disability checks buying useless items on the Home Shopping Network."
Jane smiled at Maura, and playfully slapped her arm. "They're not all useless. I'm sure that heated bra will come in handy on really cold days, and who doesn't need a USB hamster wheel?"
Maura laughed. "What's important is that we are back to ourselves now." She leaned over and kissed Jane on the lips while still talking. "No more pole dancer alarm clocks, and sleeping with every Tom, Dick, and Harry."
Jane pulled back. "How about sleeping with Jane?"
"You mean Jane from the bookstore on Park Street? I don't know, she hardly seems my type."
Jane silenced her with a finger to her lips. "No sleeping with this Jane, and just this Jane."
The detective pressed her lips to Maura's once again. Without breaking the kiss, Maura managed to straddle Jane's hips. She sat slightly suspended above the detective with her knees bent before crashing down on her lap.
Their kisses were long, hungry, deep, and sensual. Maura felt as if she were melting into the couch, melting into to the body beneath her. Jane's hand reached around to caress her back and Maura sucked din a deep breath. As the warm palm and long fingers settled into the center of her shoulder blades, Maura felt as if the hand were melding with her skin.
Jane ran her free hand through Maura's thick hair, and when Maura's tongue wisped over Jane's bottom lip, a surge of adrenalin hit her chest and shot down to her abdomen. She drew Maura in tighter and kissed her harder forcing Maura to open her mouth. Her tongue tasted sweetness and warmth. Eventually Maura led Jane to the bedroom, and they kissed for hours, only pausing for air and sips of water.
The next morning, light peered into the bedroom window and drew a streak against their partially clothed bodies. The were lying snuggled closely together, arms and legs twined together like the strands of some perfect mathematical equation.