Prompt: Maura and Jane's cheeky, flirty banter end up leading to a little more than what we saw.

A/N: Well, it's not really a prompt, but I didn't really know where else to put it. I haven't actually watched the episode yet, but I've seen the final scene, and… PUH-LEASE, like it wasn't asking for all kinds of dirty fics. Anyway, this is a little one-shot for anyone who wanted to read what we didn't get to see on the show. Hope you enjoy! And I'm still new at this, so please don't kill me.


"Can you get it running?" Frankie asked.

Maura looked up to see Frankie's hopeful eyes watching her. "Well," she glanced over her shoulder to look at Jane, and caught those dark eyes following her every move. "The intake vacuum pressure," she began, as she turned towards the tall brunette sitting on the motorcycle, "pulls the air through and mixes liquid with air before it… sucks it into the combustion chamber." She turned to look at Frankie, knowing he was most likely a little lost with explanation. Not that she really minded. She couldn't help put a little emphasis on her words, as she took in the sight of Jane in that leather jacket, sitting casually on the motorcycle and taking another pull on her cold beer, eyes still following her. And then she heard a soft sound of amused satisfaction, as Jane's husky voice urged her on.

"Go on."

Glancing at Frankie again, she began a Jane-like saunter over to the detective, feeling a little emboldened by Jane's appreciative gaze. She'd caught Jane's eyes roving over her more than once that night. "Violent explosion… rams the big piston down with great force…" Maura was careful not to look directly at Jane, instead reaching out and gripping the handle of the bike while she watched Jane turn her head to follow her through her peripherals. "The long connecting rod," she continued, flicking her hair just a little, and finally looking up to meet Jane's eyes, "forces the crank pin into rotation." She watched Jane turn to glance at her younger brother with a smirk. Following her eyes, Maura also glanced at Frankie, noting the look of discomfort on his face. Surely, if one Rizzoli could see what was going on, the other should too. She finished it off, wondering if Jane would understand. "Which is what. You. Want."

"God, I'd love to have my… crank pin rotated right about now." Jane was quick to reply, and there was something in those dark eyes that made Maura's knees a little week. But she couldn't help laughing. Jane could always make her laugh.

"I knew you'd miss him." Maura watched Jane take another long draw from the cold bottle in her hand, taking in the muscles working in that beautiful neck as she swallowed.

Jane looked as if she was about to say something, but they were both interrupted by a very awkward Frankie. "Okay, you guys are making me very uncomfortable now."

They both burst into laughter, having achieved their goal. But Maura couldn't deny the fact that she was riding on more reasons than one to try and get Frankie a little edgy.

The younger Rizzoli rolled his eyes at the two women, before finally dusting his hands off. "I'm gonna head inside for a bit. Get a drink and see if I can figure out how to get this thing runnin'. Not that I don't think you can, Maura, just…" Frankie shook his head as he looked between the two women again. Neither of them were listening to him, and he watched his big sister wearing that smile that only the blonde doctor could eve bring out of her. Shrugging his shoulder, but smiling, he turned and left the two of them alone.

When Jane looked at her again, Maura felt her pulse quicken. There was something in those eyes tonight that told Maura that Jane hadn't been as oblivious as she thought. Brown eyes met hazel, and Maura found herself licking her lips as Jane took another drink, all the time watching her. The doctor found herself unable to look away from Jane's lips, closed around the lip of the bottle.

"I don't miss him."

"What?" Maura's eyes shot up to look at Jane again. She'd lost track of their conversation.

Jane smiled, and there was something soft about it, something warm that made Maura melt a little. "I don't miss him, Maur. He was a jerk. He was always a jerk, everyone saw it but me. But now… I don't miss him."

"Oh…" she knew she shouldn't feel so pleased, but she did. Then Jane lifted her eyebrow.

"I missed you."

"What?"

"Is that all the great Dr Isles is capable of asking tonight?" Jane smirked. "Maybe you're still not 100% yourself yet after all."

Maura frowned. "But I was never gone. Why would you miss me? We've been together the whole time."

"Exactly." Jane's voice was low, quiet, but her expressive eyes had taken on an intensity Maura hadn't seen before.

"Wh- I don't think I follow, Jane." Maura caught herself in time, before she asked the same question for the third time.

Her only answer was a smirk, a twinkle in those dark orbs. The silence filled the air, but it wasn't uncomfortable, or awkward, or weird. They had passed that line long ago. It was a warm, easy silence. But Maura wondered if there was something electric about it as well. Was it only her imagination, or did she detect something different in the brunette tonight?

After another moment of quiet, Jane turned to look behind Maura, and smirked. Maura followed her gaze to the empty bench, and realised that Frankie had disappeared. She hadn't noticed the younger Rizzoli's disappearance at all. And she promptly forgot about Frankie's absence when she turned back to find Jane running her eyes over her figure again.

Jane's voice was even huskier before when she spoke. "You seem to know a helluva lot about fixing motorcycles, Maur. But how good are you at riding one?"

Maura swallowed. The way Jane had said that was definitely not an accident. Coupled with that cocky half-smile and raised eyebrow, she knew they were dancing around white elephant in them room: them.

Maura had accepted her feelings for the lanky detective long ago. There was no point in denying the immediate attraction she had felt for Jane since the moment they met. Of course, at the time, Maura had brushed it off as a mere physical attraction that would easily pass with time. Only it didn't. Somehow, over time, the brunette and bulled through all the defences she had ever set up to protect herself. Jane had reached through, opened the door to Maura's heart, and sidled inside, making herself comfortable. The physical attraction was still there, stronger than ever, but it was now coupled with something far deeper, far stronger than anything Maura had ever experienced. It was almost frightening, except, she couldn't bring herself to be afraid when it came to Jane. Maybe because it was Jane. Jane would always be there for her. Jane would always protect her. All it took was a smile from the tall woman in front of her to chase away whatever might've been plaguing the blonde at the time – or at least, to lessen the worry a little.

But despite knowing the depths of her feelings for Jane, Maura had never found the strength to say anything about it. Loving Jane was terrifying. But admitting it to her was a different story. The doctor had never wanted anything more than to be able to call Jane hers, to be able to call herself Jane's. But she was scared. People were never her forte, and she had never had such a good friend, a best friend, like Jane. And she was terrified of ruining it. She couldn't lose Jane. If friendship was all she was permitted, she would happily take it. If it meant seeing Jane every day, if it meant seeing that smile, feeling that touch, even if it was just a tap, and rub, a platonic hug… Maura would be happy to take what she could.

And yet, at times, she found herself wondering if the detective might feel the same way. Sometimes a look or a touch that lingered a little too long. Standing or sitting a little closer than necessary. And smaller things, dilating of pupils, shallower breathing… and then moments like these. When they shamelessly flirted with each other. It was enough to make Maura's head spin, hopeful questions and doubtful speculation bouncing about inside her brain.

But tonight, she could feel that something was different. And the way Jane's eyes moved down her body, that appreciative glint in those dark eyes… Maura could feel her body heat up under the careful scrutiny of her best friend.

Clearing her throat, she decided two could play at this game. "Oh, I'm fairly competent, detective." Her voice came out in a seductive purr, and she felt some satisfaction when she noticed Jane's eyes widening. "Actually…" she ran her hand up and down the bar of the bike slowly, "I could be a bit wild, if it's a good motorcycle."

"Really…" The detective was smirking again, but Maura didn't miss the quick lick of her lips. "Well, if you could get this up and running, you could show me just how wild you can be, Dr Isles."

Maura felt her face flush a little, and a ball of fire sat in the pit of her stomach. Jane's words were sending thrills up and down her back, and she knew this was dangerous territory. But as she watched Jane slowly rack her eyes over Maura once more, she knew there was no going back. Not tonight. Not after so long, with their jokes and their banter. Their innocent flirting, and their not-so-innocent innuendoes. They had boarded the train and there was only one stop, one destination for them. And whatever the consequences may be for their actions tonight, Maura didn't care. She couldn't think through the haze of desire and need that burned inside her. And the love. The love would always be there, whether Jane knew it or not.

"Oh, I intend to, detective. I intend to show you just how wild I can be."

Jane nodded, and then stood up, stretching. Maura's eyes immediately went down to Jane's waist, where the shirt she was wearing lifted a little to reveal a strip of flesh, a flash of strong abdominal muscles. Maura ran her tongue over her lips, imagining what it might be like to run her tongue over that defined musculature.

Propping the bottle against the wall, Jane walked over to the bench Frankie had abandoned, eyeing the tools there. "So… where do we start?"

Maura's jaw dropped. She isn't serious, is she? She stared at Jane, who was still looking over the many tools on the bench. And then Jane looked up, a devilish grin on her face.

"What? Don't you want me to take you for a ride?"

Maura narrowed her eyes. So this is how they were going to play it. "Oh, are you taking me for a ride?" Jane raised her eyebrows, still wearing that cocky grin. "I thought I was going to be the one showing you my wild side."

"Mmmm, you really want a ride tonight, don't you?"

"Oh yes. I do want a ride."

"Well, we can't do that without a bike, can we?"

"On the contrary…" Maura slowly walked over to stand in front of the brunette, taking the blue plastic gloves off and tossing them over her shoulder as she went. "We can. You weren't very clear about what it was I wanted to ride tonight, Jane."

Jane's eyes had widened, her mouth open in shock as she watched Maura make her way over. The doctor felt her own cocky smile gracing her lips, knowing she had successfully one-upped the brunette. She came to a stop right in front of Jane, their faces mere inches apart. And there was no disguising the look of arousal in those dark eyes, a burning desire that sent rolls of heat through Maura's body, and down to her core.

"And what do you want to ride, Maura?"

Maura leaned in, close enough to smell the familiar, and now extremely erotic aroma of beer, leather and lavender. "Why, detective… I want to ride you."

Next thing she knew, there was a low growl, and she was flush against Jane's body, Jane's lips on hers, kissing her hungrily. She let out a soft moan at the sensations, her hands immediately coming up to tangle themselves in unruly locks as she kissed Jane back with the same intensity. She became blind to everything but the feel of Jane's lips on her, Jane's hand wrapped around her waist, the other moving up her back slowly to clasp around the back of her neck. Maura let out another moan when she felt Jane nip her bottom lip, before soothing it with her tongue. Without hesitation, Maura opened her mouth, granting Jane access, and her tongue dipped in easily, driving Maura's desire even higher than before.

When they finally parted, Maura looked Jane directly in the eye. There was no ceremony when she said the next words. It was inevitable. "Jane, take me home."

And with that, it was done. Jane pulled away, grabbing Maura hand and pulling her towards the front of the house, where the cruiser sat. She paused long enough in the doorway to shout out to Frankie that she and Maura had to get something from her place. And then she was pulling the doctor towards her car again. When they reached it, Jane opened the door for her, ever the chivalrous gentleman. It only sent another bolt of electricity down between her thighs, and when she sat down, she became very aware of the moist feeling of her panties. She was turned on beyond measure, and all they'd done was kiss.

When Jane sat down in the driver's seat, Maura immediately grabbed her by the lapels of her leather jacket, pulling her in for another searing kiss. She could feel Jane smiling against her lips, and her own mouth lifted into a grin before she pulled away. Jane started the engine, pulling away from the curb.

"Can't keep your hands off me, Dr Isles?"

Maura gave her a sweet innocent smile. "Of course not." She put her hand on Jane's thigh, and slowly began to slide it up and in. "You're rather irresistible. Don't you find me irresistible at all, Jane? Don't you want to run your hands over my naked body, have me writhing under your hands, screaming your name…"

"Jesus, Maur!" The car swerved for a moment, but the streets of Boston were empty. When Jane looked at her again, Maura couldn't hide her victorious smile. Jane, for her part, grit her teeth, and stepped on the gas. The drive was probably illegal, but Maura couldn't find it in herself to complain. Not if driving faster meant getting Jane's place sooner.

The minute Jane parked the car, Maura was on her again. Jane reciprocated, pulling Maura into her lap so that she was straddling her. Maura almost whimpered when Jane's hands ghosted over her back, down to give her ass a squeeze. The move made Maura's hips roll, and they both moaned at the momentary pressure.

The place was too cramped though. Maura reached out blindly, finding the door handle and pushing it open. But before she could pull away from Jane's questing lips that had now moved from her mouth to her neck, Jane wrapped her arms tightly around the blonde, and lifted her out of the car. The feat of strength wasn't altogether surprising to Maura. She knew just how strong Jane could be. But the move was incredibly arousing, and Maura quickly wrapped her legs around Jane's waist and Jane held her against the car and continued to nip and suck at her pulse point.

By now, Maura was sure her panties were destroyed, as she gripped Jane's shoulders. "Please, Jane." Her words came in short gasps. "Take me… take me up… bedroom… I need…"

Jane looked up, her eyes dark with swirling desire. "As you wish." She adjusted her grip on the doctor, and walked over to where her apartment building was. When they reached the door, Maura fished into Jane's pocket for the keys, opening the door as quickly as she could. The elevator was waiting for them, and the second they stepped inside, Jane set her down and began to kiss her again. The ping went off, and the elevator doors opened again. Maura turned them around, continuing their kissing as she led them towards the door to Jane's apartment. Maura, still holding the keys, unlocked it, both of them falling through the open door. Maura paused to turn and close the door.

Next thing she knew, she was pushed up against it, Jane's fingers intertwined with hers as Jane slowly lifted them above Maura's head. Maura stared at those tantalising lips, and when she tried to lean forward to capture them, Jane's lips quirked into a cheeky smile, leaning back and just out of reach. "Jaaaaaane."

"Maura, look at me." Something in Jane's voice reached through the hazy mist of want and need in Maura's mind, and she look up to see something that made her heart stand still.

Jane's eyes were dark, and she could still see the lust there. But there was something else, something softer, warmer, gentler in them, something earnest and meaningful. Something Maura had dreamed of seeing in her detective's eyes, directed solely at her. She swallowed a lump that had begun to form in her throat.

"Maura… what are we doing?" The question was honest, sincere. It wasn't harsh or accusing. It wasn't sad or regretful. It was just a question, and Maura wondered if there was a shade of hope somewhere behind it. "What is this?"

Swallowing again, Maura looked up into that beautiful, beautiful face. Her own voice was soft, a whisper. "What do you want it to be?"

Jane's gaze was intense, searching, as she looked back at Maura. "I want it to be a lot of things, Maur."

Maura's heart was hammering in her chest. "You'll have to elaborate, Jane."

A soft chuckle. Jane broke eye contact, looking down at the small space between them. "I think you already know."

"I want to hear you say it." Just in case I'm wrong.

Jane sighed, rolling her eyes. But Maura had known Jane for a long time. She could see the tiny muscle movements in the detective's face that told her she was nervous. "I… I want…" Please say it, please say it, please say it. "I want… to know what you want."

Maura tried to stifle her sigh. It was typical Jane. Avoid. Deflect. It could be endearing at times, and frustrating at others. It looked like Maura would have to initiate this. "You want to know what I want."

Jane gave a firm nod.

Maura bit her lip. It was now or never. "I want us, Jane." She was too afraid to look meet Jane's gaze. "I want there to be an us. I've wanted that for a while now."

A hand gently tucked itself under her chin, gently prompting her to look up. And when she did, she was met with a softness, a tenderness she had never really seen on the brunette's face before. Perhaps she's caught flashes of it, but it had never been so obvious, so open, until now.

"Do you mean that?"

In answer, Maura leaned forward, capturing Jane's lips in a kiss, different to all the ones that came before. This one wasn't rushed. It wasn't frenzied. It was soft, and slow, and true. And then Jane's hands released her own, they came around her waist, holding her gently, almost cradling her. Maura reached up to cup Jane's cheek, running a thumb gently over it.

"Does that answer your question?"

Jane nodded, smiling, and Maura was surprised to see a tear in the tough detective's eye. When Jane leaned her forehead against Maura's, the doctor sighed, closing her eyes. She'd dreamed of this, wished for it so incredibly hard. It almost seemed too good to be true.

"I've wanted this too." Jane's voice was hoarse, emotional. Maura wondered if there was anything so beautiful as the woman whose arms she was in. "I… God, Maura, I'm such an idiot. All this time, I've been trying to deny it, and ignoring it. And I just kept talking about Casey, and myself, when I should have been caring about you. What I said earlier, Maur, about missing you. I've missed you. Because in the middle of all this crap, I guess I got lost, and with the thing about you and Cailin and the kidney… I wasn't there for you, Maur. Not the way I should've been. I should've been more patient. I was all absorbed in Casey and myself, and I just…" she gave a watery chuckle, hurriedly wiping her tears away. "Are you sure ya wanna be with a complete jackass like me?"

"Oh Jane," Maura wiped the tear tracks from her vulnerable detective's face, before kissing her again. "Yes. Yes I do want to be with you. And you aren't a 'complete jackass'. You're Jane. And I love you, with all your flaws and sarcasm and impatience."

Suddenly the world seemed to still. Even the air had gotten thicker, or thinner, or whatever it was. Then:

"You love me?"

"… Yes." It was liberating, saying it out loud at last. "I love you, Jane. I've loved you for years now."

Jane buried her face into Maura's neck, pulling her close in a hug. Maura could feel her answer as much as hear it. And felt tears come to her own eyes at the admission. "I love you too, Maura. So much. You're… you're everything."

"Oh, Jane…"

They stood there in their close embrace for some time, it may have been minutes, it may have been longer. But all Maura cared about was that this was real. When Jane finally pulled back, Maura reached up to run her hand down her cheek. The skin was soft and smooth to the touch, wonderful. But Jane's eyes were looking at her, earnest again. Worried.

"Maura… I… I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"I… I've never been good at this stuff… I… I might mess up or… or say something wrong… or do something… what if I screw this all up and make you hate me? I can't lost you. I can't lose you, Maur, it's why I never did anything about this. I'm scared I'll ruin the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Maura slowly nodded. They were the same fears she had harboured, but now, in light of these revelations, it didn't frighten her so much. Looking up at Jane, she gave a soft smile. "Do you trust me?"

"With all my heart," Jane responded at once.

"Do you know that I trust you completely and wholeheartedly, Jane? I would trust you with my life?"

Jane could only swallow and nod.

"There is that risk," Maura admitted. "And we will both make mistakes. But that doesn't mean that it won't work out. If we are going to try have this relationship, we have to trust each other. We already love each other, Jane. And even if we argue, or fight, I don't think that will change easily. And…" Maura smiled. "If we were being honest, haven't we been dating each other for the last few years anyway? We've been through life-or-death situations, shootings, criminals, kidnappings, and who knows what else together. I think we've been through harder things than most couples."

The sound of Jane's laughter was music to Maura's ears. "I knew it was a good idea to fall in love with a genius." The sentence sent a shiver down Maura's back, sparking a blooming warmth in her chest. Jane Rizzoli fell in love with me. Jane loves me. She loves me!

Ever the clinician, Maura wanted to be sure though. "Does this mean we're going to try have a relationship?"

Jane kissed her on the corner of her mouth, smiling against her skin. "Yes. Though, as you put it, we've kinda been in a relationship this whole time. Just without the kissing part."

"Mmmm," Maura ran her hands downs Jane's arms, before turning her head a bit to find Jane's lips again. "We should make up for lost time then."

"I know what else we need to make up lost time for."

The words set the coals alight again, turning it into a blazing white-hot flame once more. And Maura was instantly aware of the dampness between her legs again, the desperate desire and need that had momentarily calmed themselves in the midst of their confessions. She leaned in again, kissing Jane with renewed passion. Different again, in its intensity and fervour, but without the heady, reckless rush to it. It was the kiss of two lovers. When Jane gently nipped on her lips again, Maura let out a gasp. "Take me to bed, Jane."

With warm eyes and a smile, Jane stepped back, and swept her arms under Maura, picking her up bridal style. Maura's arms automatically linked themselves around Jane's neck, their eyes never leaving each other as Jane carried her blindly towards her bedroom.

Approaching the bed, Jane gently laid Maura down, every move gently and loving. Maura reached up to take a hold of the leather jacket Jane was still wearing, using it to gently bring the detective down on top of her, connecting with another long kiss. Both let out a groan when Jane settled her weight against Maura, both engaging in passionate kiss after passionate kiss. Finally, Maura gently pushed at Jane's chest, unable to take it any longer. Jane propped herself up on her arms and watched as Maura slowly ran her eyes down Jane's front. Her hands reached up, dipping beneath the leather jacket to feel Jane's shoulder muscles through the thin cotton shirt she was wearing underneath. Looking up with a question in her eyes, she was met with a nod and a smile. Flashing her own smile back, she gently pushed at the leather jacket, trying to get it off Jane. The brunette sat up, and Maura followed her, pushing herself up so she was sitting as well. She continued, pushing the jacket back and off Jane's shoulders. Jane tugged on the sleeves, and then the jacket was flung rather unceremoniously somewhere behind them. But Maura was too busy to chastise the brunette for her carelessness. Kissing again, Maura felt Jane's hands come around behind her, tugging on the knot that tied her blue scrub-like top together. This time, Jane pulled away, hands coming to the hem of the shirt and tugging lightly. Maura raised her hands in the air, allowing Jane to pull it over her head, and leaving her in the shirt she had been wearing all day. Jane pulled her in again, and Maura happily obliged. Before long though, Jane began to trail kisses down. First the chin, then lower, to the neck. Maura turned her head to the side, letting out a sigh as she granted the brunette better access. Jane came back up, planting a kiss under the doctor's ear, before nibbling on her earlobe. It was so incredibly stimulating, and Maura couldn't help the little moan of pleasure, as Jane's hands snuck under her shirt to rub circles into her bare skin.

It was an overload of sensations. The feel of Jane's scarred hands against her sensitive skin, the taste of Jane's lips in her mouth, the feel of her kiss, her lips, her tongue as they fought for dominance. The fire coiled in the pit of her stomach, a burn between her thighs that only one person could sooth. Jane's hands slowly moved up, stroking at her abdominals, up her sides, and around to gently cup her. Maura let out a gasp into Jane's mouth, the light tantalising touch sending all her senses into overdrive. "Jane…"

"Maura…" Dark eyes found hazel, and slowly, slowly, Jane brought the shirt over Maura's head. In a move that melted the blonde's heart, Jane folded it as best she could, gently draping it over the end of the bed. And then she turned back to burn a trail down Maura's body. The doctor shivered, as she watched Jane slowly take in the newly exposed skin. Only a black silk bra held back Maura's assets, and she could see the look of lust in Jane's eyes. But when their eyes met again, it was love that reigned, and Maura knew that she had never felt so cherished as she did in that moment. Jane leaned forward, kissing Maura once more before bringing a hand up to rest just under the clasp on Maura's back. A question.

"Yes."

A quick twist, and suddenly the bra was undone, and pulled off. And Jane stared at the newly uncovered flesh. "God, you're beautiful." It was so soft, so reverent. Maura felt her body hum in anticipation, dying to feel Jane's rough palms against her, to feel skin on skin contact. She'd craved it for so long.

A hand reached out, almost tentative, and stopped only millimetres away from Maura. Understanding that Jane needed a little encouragement, she brought her own hand up to cover Jane's, and resting them over her heart. She let out a shaky sigh at the feel of Jane's hand cupping her. The detective's eyes were wide, in awe. And then she gently palmed it, and Maura arched her back, letting out a soft moan at the sensation. It was so erotic, so pleasurable. The roughness of Jane's hand, from the years on the force, and the ridged scars of a dark past, contrasted so sharply with the tenderness and love behind the action. Jane's other hand looped around Maura's back, supporting her, as Jane leaned into plant a soft kiss on her nose, her cheek, the corner of her mouth, under her ear. When Maura finally caught those lips again, she took her time, teasing Jane's lower lip, worrying it with her teeth.

But it wasn't enough. Jane's fingers ghosted over her, teasing her. A thumb lightly brushed over a nipple that was already hard. Maura couldn't take the sweet torture much longer. She needed to feel Jane. "Jane… please…"

She could feel Jane smiling against her neck, as she began to trail kisses down lower. Jane's arm was still supporting her, as Jane kissed her way across Maura's collarbone, reaching the hollow of her neck. Then moving lower, planting one kiss on her sternum. And when Jane finally closed her lips around a pert nipple, Maura let out a loud moan. A warm tongue ran over it, teasing it, teeth nipping it lightly before lips soothed it. She writhed under the delightful ministrations of her lover, flames streaking across her body, and down to her core. She had never been so turned on before, so beyond hope of salvation, so hungry for a person before. Nor has she ever felt so respected, revered, loved before, as she did now, with Jane slowly moving across the valley of her breasts to apply the same loving treatment the other side. Her hands came up to run through Jane's wild hair, as she gasped and moaned and sighed.

Hands lowered to Jane's waist, as Maura gave a gentle, incessant tug. She wanted to kiss Jane, taste Jane, feel Jane. And the brunette seemed to understand, as she gave a last pull on the nipple, letting it slide out from between her lips then moving back and raising her arms. Maura felt feverish with excitement and desire, the ache between her legs growing with each new inch of skin that was revealed to her. Finally, the shirt was pulled off, and there was a soft plop and Maura threw it somewhere without looking, her eyes drawn to the beautiful olive-skinned beauty in front of her. All long limbs and defined muscle and smooth skin, Jane's breasts were hidden behind a white cotton bra. So Jane. Tilting her head, Maura raised her hazel eyes to meet Jane's, leaning in for a soft kiss as her hands slipped behind to remove the last barrier between their chests.

Bra unclasped, Maura moved back to stare in wonder, as her daydream became reality, taking in the smaller, but exquisitely shaped assets in front of her. Letting out an appreciative murmur, the doctor leaned forward to kiss Jane's neck, her collar bone, before she covered one with her mouth, moaning as the scent and taste of Jane filled her nose.

"Jesus, Maur…" a low groan fell from the detective's mouth, the husky timbre encouraging Maura. Hands came up to rub up and down Maura's back, the scars leaving white-hot trails over her sensitive skin. Jane tasted amazing. Licking, sucking, biting at the smooth skin, Maura could feel them hardening under her touch effortlessly. It was gratifying, and the soft sounds coming out of her detective was enough to set her entire body afire.

Then there was a soft tug, and Jane was trying to guide her back up. Maura reluctantly obliged, moving up to kiss Jane's lips, as the brunette fell back, pulling Maura with her. Both let out another loud moan when they finally felt each other, skin to skin, breasts pressed against each other. Jane pulled her in, engaging her in a fiercely passionate liplock.

Then, without warning, a flurry of movement, and Maura was on her back, Jane looking down at her. She could see the look of lust on that face, a hunger in those eyes that made her squeeze her thighs together in anticipation. It was a scenario she had dreamed about many times. Jane, on top of her, strong and beautiful, making her moan, making her scream… But Maura also so the love there, the admiration, awe, reverence. It only served to make her needier, more desperate for Jane. She would give everything to this woman. She trusted Jane.

Leaning down to place a light kiss on her lips, Jane gave her a smile as her hand slowly trailed down Maura's body. The feel of those fingers mapping their way over her skin set everything aflame, the fire licking up Maura's insides. She let out a breath, and when Jane's hands stopped at the band of her jeans, she let out a little whimper that made Jane's smile turn devilish.

"Hmmm, someone seems keen."

"Urgh, don't tease me, Jane." Maura shot her a dirty smirk of her own. "I'm soaked, and I've needed your fingers inside of me since this night started. I think I've been exceptionally patient."

Jane's mouth had gone slack for a moment, following that bold statement. Then Jane grinned. "As you wish."

Maura lifted her hips to help Jane pull out the belt. The snap of buttons opening and the sound of a zip coming free sent another wave of heat down the doctor's body. She was going out of her mind with anticipation. Jane slowly pulled the jeans off, leaving the uncomfortably wet panties on though. When she'd removed them, she began to slowly kiss her way up long calves, the inside of Maura's thighs. Without conscious thought, Maura spread her legs wide, letting out a whine when Jane stopped short again of where Maura needed her most. She heard a deep intake of breath, and cracked her eyes open to look down her body. The sight itself almost made her come.

There was Jane, staring up the length of her body, eyes filled with love and admiration for the woman before her. She was inches away from the thin piece of silk that still covered Maura. There was no question at all that Maura was wet. She watched as Jane closed her eyes and inhaled again, before leaning down and nuzzling her through the underwear. Her hips bucked violently at the contact, the wonderful but fleeting pressure there.

"God, Maur. You smell so fucking good." Maura let out another whimper, at Jane's words. She wasn't an advocate for swearing, but hearing Jane talk dirty to her was a whole different matter. "God… I just wanna rip this off and taste you. I bet you taste even better than you smell."

"Oh my God, Jane, please, please, please. Jane, I want you… I need you!"

It was all Jane needed, as she hooked her fingers under the black silk, and dragged it down her legs. The minute it was off, Maura spread her legs again, revealing the glistening folds to her lover. A low groan fell from the brunette's lips. "Holy shit, Maura… you're so fucking wet."

"Only for you, Jane. Only fo-" her breath hitched when she felt Jane's breath over her centre. She watches inches away from Maura, but she was still looking up into Maura's eyes. And Maura watched as Jane, without breaking eye contact, slowly licked up her slit in one smooth motion. Loud moans filled the air, as Maura bucked her hips again, still watching as Jane's eyes closed and she tasted her.

"Fuck. That tastes so good, Maur. Mmmm," Jane licked her once more, long and slow. And again. And again. Every single lick provided some welcome relief, but at the same time, it only made the need greater, coiling tighter in her stomach, between her legs. It was almost painful. Maura leaned her head back, eyes clenching shut as she felt Jane's tongue trace her lower lips. Then:

"Oh shit," Maura breathed, her body shuddering as Jane suddenly put her mouth on her, sucking and kissing her. But Jane paused at her curse.

"Did I just hear the great Dr Isles, swearing?" Maura cracked her eyes open to see a smirking Jane.

"Shut up and fuck me, Jane."

The look on Jane's face was priceless, and Maura let out a soft moan, as a look of pure lust took over Jane's fast. And she let out a louder one as Jane began to suck and nip at her. Her hips began to gyrate, grinding into Jane's face as Jane began to suck her clit, setting a pace with her tongue. Maura's hands tangled themselves in Jane's hair, running her fingers through it as she sounded out her approval at Jane's ministrations. When her tongue left the little button, Maura made a piteous sound. But that was soon replaced with a less piteous sound, as she felt Jane's tongue delve inside her.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," she gasped out, as Jane explored her cavern. "Ooooh, Jane!" She had never felt like this before, so close to the precipice of what she knew would be the best she had ever had. Nothing could compare. Nothing could come close to this moment, with the real love of her life bringing her closer and closer to the edge, equal parts lust and love driving her there.

When the tongue was replaced by a long thin digit, another keening sound filled the bedroom. Jane returned her mouth to Maura's clit, as her fingers pushed deep into Maura, pulling out only to push even deeper. The wetness made it easy to slip a second finger in. The blonde's moans only got louder and longer as Jane's filled her up.

"J-Jane… please… h-harder… please, oh Jane… oh Jane!"

A third finger slipped in, as Jane quickened her pace, striking harder and faster. Then those tips curled, and began to rake over that ridge of nerves inside of her. Maura knew it would only take seconds now, as the pressure built up inside of her.

"Oh, Jane, I'm… s-so… I'm so… close… Jane… Jane… oh God, Jane…" her hands were in Jane's hair, gripping it hard, as she felt her body begin to shudder. She closed her eyes, head thrown back as she began to lose sense of her surroundings, only aware of the things Jane was making her feel, and her own repeated mantra, rising in volume and pitch as Jane pulled her to the edge.

Then suddenly Jane's mouth was gone, though her fingers didn't stop. And then Maura felt the detective lay down on top of her body, felt her kiss her cheek, tasted herself on Jane's lips.

"Maur… look… look at me."

It was almost impossible, but Maura forced her eyes open, looking up into those beautiful eyes, seeing the love and warmth there.

"I love you, Maura. I love you." A soft kiss. "Please, come for me, Maur."

The orgasm ripped through Maura's body, sending her to heights she never even believed were possible. Everything disappeared, narrowed down into one tiny speck, as wave after wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her body. She was being taken apart, blown apart into tiny little pieces, only to be picked up and put together again, in the most wonderful ways. She was seeing stars, she was seeing the whole solar system behind her eyes. Through it all, she could feel the warm weight of Jane's body on her, the touch of Jane's lips on her skin, as Jane slowly took her through what was easily the best, most intense orgasm she had ever had.

When she finally came back down, she felt Jane slowly pull out. She let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a sigh, as an accidental brush over her very sensitive area caused hips to buck. There was a soft chuckle in her ear, and a voice whispered "sorry."

"No." Maura was utterly spent, and even turning her head was a difficulty. But she managed to look at Jane, and found enough strength to lift up a suddenly extremely heavy arm to touch her face. "Don't… don't ever… apologise… for make me… feel like that."

She was rewarded with a mix of a cocky grin, a satisfied smirk, and a loving smile. "Guess I did a pretty good job, huh?"

"Mhmm… that… was easily… the best I have ever had." Maura's eyes closed as she gave a satisfied sigh. "But then again, they always did say that it was different when you did it with the love of your life."

"I'm… I'm the love of your life?"

Maura looked up at the woman beside her tenderly. The woman who made it her living to try and make the streets of Boston safer. Who was so selfless, caring and loyal to her friends and family. Who was so strong and brave and tough, and yet was one of the sweetest people Maura knew. The woman who had risked her own life to save Maura from a madman, who had always been there to protect her, who had always put her first, above all else and everyone else. This was the woman Maura knew she would trust completely, with all her heart, for the rest of her life. This was the woman she'd want to spend the rest of her life with.

"Yes. Of course, Jane." Maura stroked Jane's cheek with her thumb. "You are, without a doubt, the love of my life. There's no one on Earth that I love and trust more than you. I love you, Jane Clementine Rizzoli." She closed her eyes once more, as they lay there with their foreheads touching. "I love you."

Jane's eyes were glassy with unshed tears, but she didn't let them fall. She only placed a soft kiss on Maura's nose. "I love you too, Maura. With every single fibre of my being. I love you."

They kissed once more, and Maura smiled, eyes still closed. It would be so easy to fall asleep, but she didn't want to. Not yet. Jane seemed to read her mind.

"Go to sleep, Maur."

"No, but-"

"Uh uh." She could hear the smile in her lover's voice. "You're exhausted." There was some smugness there. "Sleep. I'll still be here when you wake up."

"I know you will," Maura murmured. She let out a soft, happy sigh, as she felt Jane settle against her back, an arm looping around her middle. Then she felt the roughness of denim against her legs and frowned. "Jane…"

A warm laugh tickled her neck as Jane kissed it, before moving away. A few moments later, a little rustling, and Jane was beside her again, tangling their legs together. Maura made a soft approving sound at the sensation of skin on skin.

"Mmmm, better."

She could feel Jane's eye roll, but delighted in the soft kiss she pressed to her shoulder. "Shhh, sleep, Maur."

"Mmkay," Maura managed to get out, as her heavy eyelids seemed to refuse to open again. "But when I wake up, I'm going to rock your world."

She could feel the woman behind her nuzzling her hair, as Jane squeezed her gently. "As you wish."