Writer's block is a real thing, guys. I have so many potential stories, one-shots, and ideas in my head but putting them 'on paper' is totally different. But, this story is finished! Enjoy the last chapter, guys.

Moans of appreciation poured out of Maura's mouth and traveled straight to where I feel it the most. I momentarily take my hands off of her breasts and slip her straps down her arms, freeing the objects of my affection. The look on Maura's face is that of shock but mostly of pure arousal. I can't believe this is happening. My brain hasn't even caught up with what is playing out in front of me to overthink it yet. My inner monologue, for once, is somewhat silent.

As I move in closer, my lips connect with that I truly want. My tongue circles around her nipple, but never touching it directly.

"Jane, please, you have me so wet for you. Just do it, I want it all. Everything you're willing to give me, baby. Please. I want you." Her sentence's are forced, quick. She's struggling to breathe normally. Everything that has just came out of her mouth is perfect. I'm so turned on, so ready to take this final step with her. The nickname makes me reach new highs.

Putting her hand behind my head, effectively pushing my face into her, I finally take her nipple in my mouth. Flicking it a couple times with my tongue, it hardens in my mouth. The amount of moans pouring out of her mouth, deep and long, are amazing. Pulling up from her chest, I lock eyes with her.

"This is the sexiest moment of my life, Maur. You're so fucking amazing, beautiful, so so sexy. I am so turned on." I say quickly.

Her tongue comes to lick over her lips, but not fully covering her ear to ear grin. I can tell my words hit her just as hard as her have hit me. It's obvious her want mirrors mine.

She gets off my lap and stands up, her straps still sitting on the side of her arms, her breasts bare.

Still holding eye contact, she reaches her hand down to grasp my own. Pulling me off the couch, she leads me toward her bedroom door. At the last minute before pushing open her door, she turns around abruptly.

"This is more than just tonight, right? You are not going to wake up tomorrow morning filled with regret and contempt for me? I can't do this if-"

I cut her off as I take her shoulders in my hands, directing her stare only to my eyes.

"No, Maura. This isn't just tonight. I won't have any regret, I promise you. This isn't just a physical thing. It runs deeper, much deeper than that, right?"

A shushed yes slips from her mouth as she pushes open the door. She leads me by the hand to her bed. Turning me around until the back of my knees hit her bed, she lightly pushed my shoulders so I can fall into the softness. As my ass hits the bed, I scoot back until my head is laying on her pillows. Maura is crawling ontop of me as she straddles my thighs, her center sitting on top of my own. My hands land on her hip bones as she slowly moves back and forth. She is rubbing herself on top of me. I am so wet, so hot, and I know she can feel me threw her panites.

Because I can feel her, too.

She pulls her teddy off completely, leaving her in just her panties and my jaw drops. She's fucking stunning, mesmerizing, she is purely magic. As my hands go to her waist, my thumbs swipe her rib cage. She is still moving slowly, but has increased the pace slightly.

Her hands have now made their way to my shirt, pulling it open and tugging it off of me. She's making quick work of my undershirt, also. Flinging it over my head and across the room, I am laying on the bed in just my bra and pants.

Sitting up on my elbows, it is now me who discards my clothing. As my bra hits the floor, her hands start feeling what her eyes are seeing. Her hands are smooth and soft, her fingers make their way over my abs. She has picked up the pace of her gyrating as my head falls back hard onto the pillow, letting a loud moan escape my lips.

"Oh my god, Mmmm" pours out of my mouth.

My body is tingling as I feel my orgasm creep up on me. My hands are going to leave bruises on her hips if I don't come loose soon. As her hands move upwards again, her thumbs flick over my nipples and her hands settle on my breasts.

Taking my hand off of her hips, I pull her head down and crash my lips into mine.

As if feeling her lips on mine wasn't enough, it has caused our breasts to settle on top of mine. The feeling of her nipples on top of my own is pure pleasure.

Her lips are soft and I bite on the bottom one as her hands tangle in my hair. Our moans have filled the room, echoing off of the walls. I start to move my hips to meet her movement now, too. I feel myself become so wet that it drips down my thighs, ruining my pants. As we part in order to breath, her mouth moves to my ear.

"I want you inside me, baby. God damnit, Jane, I am so wet for you."

My jaw drop for what has to be the millionth time tonight as my hand finds her panties. Rubbing my fingers over the last piece of clothing she had on, her hips instantly start moving. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe that I am about to have my hands places only reserved for her lovers.
After a few moments of teasing her above her panties, I slip my fingers under her last barrier.

I hear her breath catch.

Both of our eyes grow big and seek each other's stare out.

Our hips stop moving for a moment.

We both know the impact of this moment. We both understand there is never anyway to go back to who we were to each other before.

This moment is going to shake our world.

I've never read more emotion in Maura's eyes before this moment. My fingers seek her most precious place, at the slowest pace.

As her hands move towards my cheeks, I can feel our world changing.

My fingers finally land on their target. Taking my middle finger, I drag it from her clit to her opening, just once. My body is on fire with want, my heart is beating with love, and I'm changed.

Maura Isles is always the person I was suppose to find.

I'll never be the Jane Rizzoli I was before.

Hoping Maura feels the same, I search her eyes. But, as my hand works underneath her panties, she gives it away.

Rubbing her length more aggressively now, she squeezes her eyes close, but not before a lone tear escapes her beautiful eyes.

It's obvious, honestly. Maura Isles feels the exact same about me, about her world right now.

For someone who has never touched another woman before in her life, my 'instincts' kick into play. I know she's ready and I am damn sure ready to give it to her. Adjusting my finger from it's usual pattern, I move back to her opening.

And with one swift, but slow move, two fingers fill her.

I am inside Maura and I've never been more at home or happier in my life.
Feeling my fingers hit her deep inside, Maura lets my name fall from her lips.

It's loud and it's filled with lust and it's the sexiest thing.

I start to move in and out and she's impossibly wet. Endless liquid makes it so easy to slip out completely and back in as far as her body lets me.

It's been minutes of actually touching her and I feel her pussy begin to squeeze my fingers.

Holy fuck, she's going to cum on my fingers.

It should've been obvious before now, but confronting that fact has me close to my own orgasm.

Increasing the pace, her hands drop from my cheeks to my hips. I use them to assist my fingers into her harder, arching my ass off the bed to meet her hips. That in turn, causes the back of my hand to touch my hard clit, too.

With the moans that echo off the walls, comes new sounds and words.

My choice of fucks and shits match her need to scream my name.

Knowing we are about to come together, I add a third finger into her and increase the pace of my hips even more.

And than it happens.

Maura Isles, the very in control, Maura Isles, comes all over my pants and fingers. I feel her squeeze impossibly hard on my fingers as my own pussy starts contracting.

I can feel her hands leave bruises on my hips.

Her body is reflective as a sheen of sweat spreads over her breasts and face.

Her head falls back as her eyes close.

She is still coming.

I still feel myself riding the high, also.

This is the most beautiful moment of my life.

Moments later, her head falls back to normal and her eyes meet my own.

My unoccupied hand comes to stroke her cheek, wiping off a tear. She starts to cry now, as do I.

We know.

We've changed us.

As her hand caresses my stomach, I can feel what she wants to say through her touch.

Our mutual tears never turn to sobs, never let out sadness or regret. But, convey something totally different. The overwhelming need to cement this emotion takes over my every fiber.

As my mouth opens to speak, as does hers.

"I love you."

Her body falls onto mine, as my arms circle her waist. Sounds between laughter and crying escape into the room, bouncing off the walls.

We're changed.

We have solidified our love for each other.

There's no turning back, even if we wanted to.

But, I know with every fiber of who I am, of who I was before tonight, neither one of us would ever change these moments, touches, or firsts for the entire world.