(09.12.2013) 12 A.M Maura's bed

We had sex. Yup, me and Maura. Sex. A lot of it. We started yesterday around 7 P.M. and finished around 3 A.M. due to exhaustion. Maura's, not mine, I was ready to go till the sunlight. It was like throwing a firecracker in a barrel of gasoline. My entire body hurts, I got scratch marks on my back, I dislocated my shoulder at one point (but kept going) and I got wax on my stomach. It was magical.

We met for lunch yesterday, to have the talk. I've never been so scared in my life, because, there is no way back. It was all or nothing. Lovers or best friends who cannot be friends anymore because of...well, a lot of reasons. We set at the table, facing each other, like in a game of chess. I wasn't ready to make the first move, but luckily she was.

Maura: I do not regret anything.

Me: Are you sure?

Maura: Yes. Actually, no.

Me: Oh...

Maura: I regret falling asleep in your car.

Me:(*khm*) I see.

Maura: I wanted...Jane, what happened last night wasn't accidental. I wanted it to happen for a long time, and

alcohol was just a catalyst.

Me: A what?

Maura: It speeded things up. Jane, you are my best friend, my soul mate, my, well, everything. This friendship we

have, it's much more than anything I've ever had in a romantic relationship. Actually, the only difference between

our friendship and a romantic relationship is the lack of sex. So last night I wanted to see if we're compatible.

Me: If we're compatible? Really?!

Maura: What I mean is... I just wanted to see if we could have it all. The whole package, as they say.

Me: And?

Maura: Well, technically, we did not have sex. We just "made out". And I must say, you are a very, very good kisser

Jane Rizzoli.

Me: Well...you know.( *blushing*)

Maura: So I was thinking, maybe tonight we could...test my hypothesis.

Me: Ok, enough with the science talk. Just say it.

Maura: Say what?

Me: Maura.

Maura: Fine. I think we should have sex.

Me: Don't you think we should talk first? I mean, this is a huge step. And what about David?

Maura: That was also a hypothesis.

Me: Jesus Christ woman!

Maura: David is the most amazing guy I have ever met. He really is. And still, I would rather spend the night with

you, in front of the TV. Even if a game is on, and you're yelling at the referee and spilling beer on my sofa. And that

says a lot, because I really like my sofa. Jane, you will always be more important then anyone else. Always.

Me: I...don't know what to say.

Maura: Off course, you need time...

Me: No, I mean, I don't know how to say it. Maura...I'm...in love with you.

Maura: Oh, I know that.

Me: What?!

Maura: Your mother told me. And Frankie. And Corsak. And Frost called from D.C. to tell me that.

Me: I...

Maura: I'm in love with you too. And you need to go now.

Me: Why?

Maura: We need champagne, strawberries, a Barry White CD and a lots of candles for tonight, you need to go

shopping.

Me: But I thought you always have those things at your house.

Maura: Well, yes, but your mother has a very intense sex life so...

Me: Maura! No! That is my MOTHER!

Maura: Jane, you need to accept the fact that your mother is a sexual...

Me: No! (*fingers in both ears*) lalalallalallalalala

Maura: Fine. I need to get back to the lab. I'll see you tonight.. Wear something black.

I expected tender love making. But, it wasn't. I mean, it definitely was love making, but of a different kind.

I was in her bedroom when she got home. The lights were off, there were candles everywhere, I covered the bed with rose petals and played the "Best of Frank Sinatra" CD (I hate Barry White, remands me of '70 porn). I was standing by the bed when she entered the room. She looked so beautiful. And happy. She smiled, approached me, and whispered slowly into my ear "Jane, I want you to do me on the floor, in the shower, on the kitchen table, on the sofa, then again in the shower. Not necessarily in that order."5 seconds later, we are on the floor, ripping each others clothes, kissing, moaning, biting. It was overwhelming. Then we moved to the bed and got completely naked. Her legs around my waist. My fingers inside of her. Her nails scratching the skin on my back. My lips on her neck. It was heaven. And we did it again, and again, and again. And again. Till 3 in the morning.

I'm lying in her bed, naked, covered with her scent. And thinking to myself, my mother probably heard all the screaming last night. But I don't even care. I'm happy.

I once asked my uncle Freddy about the meaning of true love ( just saw Bridges of Madison county, cried for 2 days). He told me "Well, for me, it's simple, you meet a woman, you sleep with her and if you wake up thinking " I can picture myself doing this for the rest of my life", that's it. You see, it's not about making love, you can make love to almost anyone. It's the waking up part. There is only one woman that can make you smile in the morning, just by lying next to you." Uncle Freddy was right, when you know, you know. I guess my mother is having that spring wedding after all. Yes Colt, Rizzles is happening. I just hope my mother doesn't propose to Maura on my behalf when she realizes what happened last night. Which is probably going to happen very soon because I can hear her downstairs.