A/N: Okay this segment is a bit of a kick start to 'the event' a.k.a wedded bliss. So I thought some laughs, assless chaps...whoa, my bad those will not be appearing in this segment. Anyways, let's just shake the lead out and do the damn thing in Maura's POV shall we? [Warning: this turns into a very Rated-M thing.]

-Dix-

"Maura, where are we going?" Jane half whispers; like she's embarrassed to ask her own question.

"It should be obvious that we are going into this store." I say with a smile, as I grasp Jane's hand and at her reluctance. Now I rather feel like I'm leading a overgrown willful child.

The establishment's door chimes announcing our entry and a very pretty young woman greets us.

"Hello, and welcome to Good Vibrations can I help you?" She says cheerfully, and I can feel Jane cringe beside me.

"Thank you, but my fiancée and I are here to simply browse." I reply politely.

If I were by myself I would accept her offer of assistance, but I know Jane would be mortified.

The young woman smiles, "Congratulations to you both. And please feel free to look around. But if you need any assistance please don't hesitate to ask me or one of my fellow sex educated sales associates."

Jane and I smile and as we walk through several displays edible underwear; in various flavors, I can feel Jane repressing her cringes. I'm still holding her hand of course because I feel for some reason she will escape if given an opportunity.

"She's worse than a greeter at Wal-Mart." Jane whispers to me.

"That's not funny."

Jane snorts, "Well I beg to differ Your Honor, since I'm laughing so hard on the inside I may lose control of my bladder."

"That's not funny either." I say, still somewhat leading Jane.

"I object, Your Honor."

I smile despite myself, "Overruled, now can we please look, Jane?" I say but I end up stopping when I feel a jerk. So I stop and turn to face her. "I realize this is making you uncomfortable, but let me assure you this is nothing to be ashamed of."

Jane visibly looks offended, "I'm not ashamed, thank you very much and I'm not as vanilla as you think, Maur." She states, while letting go of my hand to place it on her chocked hip. "I've been in a store like this before, and I've even bought what we are no doubt here for."

"Oh, and what would that be Jane?"

"A strap-on." She replies lowly through clenched teeth.

I can't help my obvious surprise from showing; Jane is in no way a prude in the bedroom, but she is delightfully reserved when discussing sexual activity.

"So since it's no big whoop, tell me about your previous shopping experience."

Jane slumps; her hand slipping off her hip, and gives me a glare, which I'm sure is very effective on others, but it never was all that effective on me. I choose to simply wait her out.

"No big...that word just sounds strange coming out of your mouth, but alright fine." Jane says and then gestures for me to follow her. "It was while I was in training in Florida at Glenco and clearly I was very young."

We keep moving down the aisle until we arrive in the section of the store that contains a multitude of irregularly shaped sex objects. They look painful to me but I know that others would be suitably enticed.

"I thought you said you hadn't been with a woman before?"

Jane huffs, "I hadn't before you. You're my first, last and only."

Something doesn't add up obviously but there is one option we've yet to discuss.

"That's sweet, Jane. But please continue your story; I know there is more to it than that." I say while looking into her eyes and smiling.

Jane closes her eyes and shakes her head and I hear her mumble an 'I can't believe she wants to talk about this now' under her breath. Jane shakes her head and then grasps my arm and we start walking to a more secluded spot in the store; we stop next to a display of decorative objects that are meant to cover a person's areolas.

"Good God...freakin' booby tassels." Jane mutters under her breath and I can't help but laugh a little. "Well it...okay, the long and short of it is I met a guy; his name was Martinez, he was three years older than me. And before you ask, no he wasn't a trainee either, there's a no fraternizing policy in the Marshall's service. Anyways, he was really cute with a sexy little accent and I met him at a dance club and we just had fun together when I was living and training in Florida for six months."

"Fun together?" I tease while shrugging my shoulders playfully.

Jane rolls her eyes at me, "Oh for the love of a duck, please pull your mind out of that gutter it fell into. I'm not that kind of a girl and you know it."

I laugh again, "I'm sorry continue please."

Jane looks around and then reaches for my hand and we start walking through the store again. After a minute she finally continues, "And for your information, I didn't sleep with him until we had been dating for almost two months." I notice Jane's eyebrows rise in a silent challenge and I acknowledge it with a smile. "So, one day he tells me he wants something more from me in the bedroom that I haven't given him. And immediately I'm thinking: 'Dude I don't care how cute you are, I'm so not blowing you'."

I laugh loudly and Jane shushes me.

"Hey don't shush me, because that actually was very funny to me."

"Ha, ha. You want to hear the rest of this old crappy story or not, Maur?"

"Continue." I reply, trying to hold in my amusement. And then I notice we have arrived at the section of the store that houses impressive an assortment of sex toys that resembles life-like a phallus' and their accompanying harnesses.

"So he tells me not to worry he doesn't want oral." Jane looks around the store; like she suspects we're being watched. "But instead of that he would just like me to backdoor him."

I smirk and cover my mouth with my hand. I do in fact know exactly what backdooring a person means, or in the case of a man it's called pegging.

Jane's beautiful face colors, "It's okay Maura, you can laugh now."

I remove my hand and do as I have been instructed. Jane crosses her arms over chest and glares at me playfully.

"So did the one you used on him look a little something like this?" I say in an attempt to tease her while indicating an eight inch green phallus to Jane's right.

Jane smirks and drops her defensive posturing, "Nope, I used one like those big black stallions over there. I took those eleven inches and I drilled for oil in his bum while passionately singing 'Say My Name' by Destiny's Child."

I feel my mouth drop open at the image she just insinuated. Oh my God! I really hope she is joking! I continue to look at Jane until she snorts and eventually her face breaks out into a wide smile.

"You should see your face."

"That was awfully vulgar."

Jane continues to laugh at my expense and I move further on down the aisle. Finally, I hear Jane huff and close the distance I put between us.

"Aww, come on Maur. I was just messing with you."

I frown and look over the selection of leather harnesses in front of me.

"Uh...You don't want that do you?" Jane whispers next my ear.

"What anal penetrat..."

"Maur!" Jane interrupts saying my name quite loudly.

I shrug off her admonishment.

"What? But to answer your question, no I have no desire for that. In fact it is very painful to most women, unless of course they have that particular fantasy and like pain during intercourse." Jane cringes at her least favorite word in that sentence, the last one which makes me smile. "And not to mention how unsanitary and unsafe it is for a woman; if any of the bacteria found in the anus were to enter the vagina." Jane makes an incredibly cute revulsion face and I chuckle. "But honestly, I imagine the only reason it's appealing for a man is because of the pressure it puts on their prostate. Which in fact aides in explosive orgasms and the results are copious amounts of ejaculation."

"Aww...Geez!"

I laugh at Jane's pinched eyes and sour expression.

"Hey you're the one who has done that before, not me." I say laughing. This is such a rude question but. "So, how often did Martinez request that particular activity from you?"

Jane's eyes snap open, "God, woman! You just don't know when to stop."

"Aww, come on." I tease while rubbing Jane's forearm; enjoying the butter soft leather of her jacket and the way her eyes momentarily darken.

Jane exhales deeply, "Alright fine, once a week now are you happy lets go."

I've embarrassed her now so I smile sweetly at her.

"Don't be like that; I was only teasing you back. But thank you for answering most of my crass questions about your past sexual partner."

"Yeah, yea. I know you were just teasing." Jane says before leaning in to peck me on the lips. "Now let's pick one already and you choose, because I'm more than happy with what nature gave you," Her beautiful brown eyes briefly drop to my breasts. "Without an added silicone appendage, not that you would ever need an expansion upstairs."

I roll my eyes. I'm absolutely not laughing at that remark. I school myself.

"Hey I saw that! That's my move, and you stole it. Heck, I didn't even say you could borrow it."

I smirk and cross my arms over my chest.

"Maura, stop being ridiculous." Jane says rather petulantly.

"I will when and only when you finish answering my question about Martinez." I retort, not only continuing to mimic Jane's defiant posturing, but narrowing my eyes at her. That move of mine always makes her fold.

"Okay," Jane grasps my bicep and we move to a more secluded spot again. "I never did that to him with a frighteningly large dildo, okay. It was a normal sized one; I wasn't interested in trying to hurt him and he didn't want it rough anyways, thank God."

How sweet, yet deliciously intense when the situation calls for it.

"Was that really so difficult, Marshall Vanilla?"

"That's not funny either."

"Well it certainly put a smile on my face."

Jane frowns, "Well it reminds me of one of my first WITSEC protection details, the guy's name was Rondo, and he felt the need to call me 'vanilla' the whole damn time." She smiles; like she's laughing at the memory. "He was a good guy; a musician who witnessed a shooting." I smile at Jane. "Anyways he came forward to make sure the bad guy got punished, since the shooting was of a federal officer and yea, I just remember staying in this old house in South Dakota of all places, listening to him sing and play his trumpet for weeks until the trial date came up."

"What happened to Rondo?"

"He testified, we gave him a new identity." Jane says, giving me a small smile. "And as far as I know he's living his life; that was eight years ago."

"Thank you for telling me that, but I'm curious to know one more thing." Jane nods for me to continue. "So what about me?"

"I'm sorry," Jane shakes her head. "I'm confused, what-what about you exactly?"

"What attracted you to me?" I say succinctly. "For instance you said with Martinez it was because you thought he was cute, and you enjoyed his sexy little accent."

"So..size and color Maur." Jane says abruptly; completely ignoring my question.

"Jane?" I plead, while giving her my best 'pouty face', as I've caught her calling it.

"I promise to tell you later, okay?" Jane finally says after a near minute of silence; as her eyes wander over the store, but I notice they don't seem to be really looking at anything.

"I shall hold you to that promise." I say while trying to make eye contact with Jane, in which when she finally does look at me I notice a lovely blush coloring her cheeks. "Yes well." I say seductively as I move back to the section of the store we vacated a few minutes prior, but when Jane doesn't follow me, I walk back over and take her hand and pull her with me this time. And once again I browse over the selections with a rapidly turning impatient fiancée, only this time I don't hold her hand, even though I can tell she desperately wants to flee.

"Just pick one Maur, so we can go already...please?"

I steal a glance at Jane, because of the completely cute petulant tone of her voice.

I chuckle, "How about this one?" I say and pick up a boxed model and then I turn it around to read its features. "Jane, it's made of premium platinum silicone and it even warms to your body temperature, also its firm yet flexible, it's seven..."

"What is it with you and teal?"

"Excuse me?" I turn to face a smirking Jane.

"The color teal, you really seem to prefer that color." She expounds, chuckling under her breath.

"Well, I do find the color pleasing to look at." I say before I place the item back on the shelf for a moment. "And even you said the color flatters me, by which of course I'm referring to that teal dress of mine you are so fond of."

"Maur, it's a dildo." Jane says quietly. "And uh...you won't exactly be interested in seeing the color when it's being used."

I chuckle, "True, but when it's not being used I would still appreciate a color I like."

Jane laughs, "Okay, I won't argue with the 'Maura-logic' on having a pleasing color palette in the home, closet and now...bedroom accessories."

"Jane how are we going to do our names, would hyphenating be agreeable to you?" I blurt out while looking at another option that I am not interested in.

The dark blue silicone phallus is nine inches and that's just too much for me. I imagine it would feel more like experiencing child birth, and I personally don't like pain in that facet of my personal life.

"You want to discuss that now?" I look up at the sound of Jane's elevated voice.

"Yes, why not? It isn't like anyone is listening or that this conversation is bothering anyone."

Jane closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose, "No hyphenating, because I think it's stupid in our case. And we aren't sticking my pasta sauce sounding last name onto your down right musical sounding one."

"So you would like for me to take your last name?" I say sounding slightly confused to my own ears.

"No."

I shake my head that I don't understand; Jane smiles and takes both of my hands.

"Honestly, after my parents divorced and my father showed his true nature." Jane says with a heavy sigh. "I've realized I'm not all that emotionally attached to my last name anymore." I squeeze Jane's hands and she winks at me. I understand what she's saying now. "And besides I like yours better."

"So you want to take my last name?"

"Yes, and why is that so hard to believe?"

"It's not. I just assumed..." Jane silences me with a light kiss that leaves a smile on my face.

"I think U.S. Marshall Jane Isles has a nice ring to it. But not even your last name can make my middle name sound good."

"I like the name Clementine." I say as Jane makes a face at the mention of her loathed middle name.

"Shhh!"

I chuckle and let the shushing slide.

"Jane honestly, our wedding is in a month. And the official marrying us will say your full name and mine in front of several people."

"Yes I know that, thank you very much Dorthea."

"You're most welcome." I reply smiling as I grab the teal phallus I decided on earlier.

I fear if I don't make my decision and pay for it fast enough Jane may abandon me the next time I turn my head away. I've pushed her far enough out of her comfort zone for one afternoon.

"Sexual pleasure is everyone's birthright?" I chuckle at the tone of Jane's voice. "They must have mandatory double tall non-fat coffee enemas for their employees, because you couldn't make me say that to every customer with a wide smile screwed on my face."

I can't help but laugh loudly at Jane's rant, as we walk towards my Prius.

"Sure you could, it would just be deeply sarcastic." I say while unlocking the car's doors. "And I wouldn't recommend that procedure to be administered all that frequently."

Jane laughs as she opens my door for me, "Good one."

I nod and slip into the driver's seat as Jane walks around the front of the car. I find myself admiring Jane's clothing as she moves the black leather coat that drapes perfectly on her and underneath it lays a simple white cotton V-neck t-shirt that shows a hint of cleavage. Then there is the matter of those extremely well fitting black linen pants that showcase her perfectly toned posterior. And she wore heels just for me today. The passenger door opens and Jane eases down into her seat.

"Were you serious when you said you wouldn't want me to use this on you?" I ask somewhat timidly while turning around and placing the bag behind the seat.

"Yes I was serious. I don't miss anything like that, but it's okay if you do. It doesn't make me feel like I'm not enough-not really." Jane says, the last part muttered under her breath, I heard it nonetheless though.

"Jane." I sigh, "If I was missing that, wouldn't it stand to reason that I would have bought one that looked more realistic? Or that we would not be getting married in the first place?"

Silence and far too much of it. Jane merely reaches for her seatbelt and clicks it on. I have a feeling that a comparison about her boyfriend in Florida would be ill advised at this moment.

"Jane, if anything I'm the one who should feel inadequate." I say while looking down at my hands folded in my lap.

"What?"

This is embarrassing for me and I shift in my seat and force myself look at Jane, "Your fingers are much longer than mine and when you're inside of me..."

I'm interrupted by Jane's chuckle, "Maur, does it really sound like I'm complaining when you're...you know."

She blushes deeply and I can't help but giggle. Jane is anything but shy in the bedroom, but talking about sex with her brings out this adorable shyness, and I love that about her.

"Look let's not turn this into a size thing." Jane jokes, lowering her voice more in an attempt to sound like a smarmy man.

I laugh with her as I turn the ignition on the car, the seatbelt alarm chimes and Jane finally clicks her's on. Then just as I'm about to put the vehicle in reverse, Jane's quiet voice gets my attention.

"It's your smile," I stop and look at her; Jane is merely looking at her hands on her lap. "It's the sound of your voice, the color of your eyes, the way you carry yourself; like the weight of the world could never lay a finger on you." I look over at Jane, as lump forms in my throat. "I'm attracted to everything about you Maura, and like you said in your proposal; I too consider myself lucky to have met you." Jane has tears in her eyes, but she makes no effort to hide them from me, or wipe them away. "Sei la mia anima gemelia, perche' ti amero' per tutta la mia vita."

My hand automatically goes to cover my heart, because it abruptly increased its rhythm.

"Jane I..."

"You know what I said don't you," Jane says smiling, while grasping one of my hands in her's. "...you beautiful genius."

"Yes. Because once I found out that you are fluent in Italian, I took it upon myself to learn the language..."

"And..." Jane prompts me smiling wider as she reaches for my other hand.

I exhale somewhat shakily, "You said: 'You are my soul mate, because I will love you my whole life'."

Jane's smile grows until her dimples are showing. I love those!

"A plus and three gold stars, Maur."

I smile and bite my lower lip, "When we get home I would very much like to..."

Jane silences me with a light peck on my lips, but I pull her back in for something much more passionate and deeper. I really need her to make love to me when we get home, and I also want her to use my new purchase. Jane moans into our kiss, and the amount of arousal in my body increases almost exponentially. I reluctantly break our kiss, only to take in some oxygen that and I have no wish to have sex with my fiancée in full view of the public. I didn't intend to let things get that escalated between us yet. Jane sighs but she doesn't move away from my lips much.

"You know I'm also very attracted to you when you wear that tight little black leather skirt you're wearing today," She says while trying to take in some much needed oxygen."...with that long slit up the back."

I've always had a feeling that she liked this skirt on me.

The car ride home was a charged atmosphere to say the least, and once we arrived at our new home; which we did in fact 'christen' when we completely moved in two weeks ago. I was expecting Jane to push me against the nearest wall, but Jane simply lead me toward our bedroom and then took the bag from the sex shop and disappeared into our bathroom. I was surprised she took the initiative, but I know Jane is just as aroused as I am at this point and saw no reason to delay things anymore. I quickly went about our room and closed the blinds to darken the room, because it is only the late afternoon, and I know Jane is not a lights on type in the bedroom; neither am I for that matter, we both prefer semi-darkness lit up by candlelight. Although in the heat of the moment I've noticed Jane really doesn't care about the lighting, and again we both are on the same page on that as well. So here I am lying in our bed; naked and waiting for Jane to emerge, and she finally does after what feels like an eternity. But fifteen minutes in a highly aroused state could justify that impossible turn of phrase.

"I feel stupid wearing one of these things again, but there is nothing I wouldn't do for you."

"Jane, I don't want this type of sexual act that often. Your hands on me or your mouth are more than enough, I just want to experience you like this." I watch a flicker of uncertainty cycle over Jane's features, so I continue. "And you don't look stupid; you are a goddess to me right now."

Jane smiles and kneels on the bed, "If you say so but if you don't mind I'd like to worship your body right now."

I chuckle, "Please proceed."

"Yes, Doctor." Jane retorts smugly but that disappears quickly as her eyes finally take in my aroused state; all the playfulness fades away, and something much more primal replaces it.

I watch as Jane crawls slowly towards me on the bed; her long hair hanging down like a lions mane, effectively hiding her breasts from my eyes, and I can't hold back the shiver of excitement that runs through me. Jane stops just shy of me; her eyes roam over my naked form, before she places her hands on my inner thighs, and pushes them apart. I crane my head up slightly to watch Jane, as she reaches down between her legs and runs her fingers through her own arousal. I can't help but moan at the sight, which snaps her focus back to me, and I watch as she rubs her wetness along the toys shaft. I have surpassed the state of aroused; the sight of my soon to be wife masturbating in front of me is going to make me climax. Apparently the loud moan that refocused Jane's attention came from me, because she stops stroking the toy and smirks at me.

I close my eyes briefly, "Please..."

But I have no idea what else I was going to say, because as I open my eyes Jane is just there looming over me. I look up into those smoldering eyes.

"You don't ever have to beg, Maur." Jane says lovingly, as she traces my quivering lips with her fingers that are coated in her arousal, and I moan at the taste as I suck them clean. "I thought I told you that a long time ago."

Jane quickly replaces her fingers with her mouth, and I open my legs wider as she slowly lowers her body onto mine; my eyes flutter closed at the sensation of her tongue gliding along my lower lip. Jane breaks our kiss and grazes her lips across my jawline, and moving lower I feel her elevated breathing, hot, against my neck. I moan out her name, as my hands seek and find Jane's head and I pull her mouth down to my neck, and I inhale sharply as I feel her hands cover both of my breasts simultaneously. My fingers tighten in her silky curls as she drags the tip of her tongue across my throat, and then I feel it slide down between both of my breasts. Jane's hair tickles my chest as she moves further down; her hot mouth closes over one of my nipples, and it hardens even more under the attention. Abruptly, I feel a toned thigh push against my aching need, and Jane moans at the amount of arousal she has discovered from me. Finally after a long and delicious, yet torturously slow journey down my body, I feel Jane's mouth on me. My back arches off the bed at the sensation of her tongue tasting every inch of me, and then wasting no more time, she pushes her tongue inside.

"Jane...my God!" I cry out, as my back arches off the bed higher. Taking advantage of the new angle, Jane moves both of my legs over her shoulders and keeps working her tongue deeper inside me.

I close my eyes, and grip the sheets tightly in my hands as the familiar sensation of heat and tension start to rapidly build in my lower abdomen. But rather swiftly I feel Jane's tongue slide out of me, and my legs are moved off her shoulders. I open my eyes just as I see Jane hovering over me, and then I feel the tip sliding against my opening. And then ever so slowly I feel Jane working the length inside me; I grip her forearms tightly, and Jane stops moving at my touch.

"Give me your hand."

The sudden, yet soft spoken request catches me off guard. So I let go of one of Jane's arms, and I watch as she runs her hand up my arm to bring it over my head and then she links our fingers together. I'm going to cry; this moment is just too perfect. With my free hand I reach up and pull Jane in for a kiss, and my eyes close once more as the feeling overwhelms my need to see.

I feel almost light headed as Jane's tongue; which tastes like me, runs along my tongue. I begin to writhe against Jane, because my body has finally adjusted to her being inside me. I break our kiss with a drawn out moan at the feeling of Jane beginning to move inside me, working the length in and out, and I start to struggle with my breathing from the sheer amount of pleasure running through my body in such a short span of time. I squeeze Jane's hand that is intertwined with mine, as I begin to move my hips to match Jane's slow and steady rhythm. I'm already so aroused, but gradually I feel my body begin to accept even more of Jane, and she increases the force of her thrusts; pushing inside me as far as my body will allow. Jane squeezes my hand tighter, as she starts using her hips and legs to drive herself into me. With my free hand I grab her back; my nails trying to find some hold on her.

Jane moans, "Fuck!"

I look into her eyes, falling into the abyss of onyx they have become from the passion that exists between us.

"Jane...I'm...cl...close." I barely get my words out, before Jane flips us over, until I'm straddling her hips, and she's still buried deep inside me.

"Not yet beautiful...not yet." Jane breathes into my ear, while running her fingers through my hair.

She pulls me in for a kiss, and I push my tongue in her mouth for her to suck on it, and she does. But a loud moan from me tears our lips apart, as my body fully accepts more of Jane in this position, and I can feel the base of the phallus against me; putting an intense pressure on my sensitive spot which makes it difficult to focus on Jane as she lightly kisses me, before lying down flat on our bed. I'm just flitting on the edge, but Jane wants to draw this out longer. And I suddenly realize this is different for her and she may not even orgasm from this, but I don't think she cares; she's always too intent on giving me the greatest pleasure. Catching my breath, I finally begin to move and I can't control the small noises that are spilling out of me. I close my eyes, as I feel Jane's heated touch on my thighs. Those hands glide over my moist skin, and move up to my stomach; which clenches at her touch, and then I feel her hands cover both of my breasts. Her touch is always so gentle, reverent even. I open my eyes and look down at the vision beneath me.

All that incredibly long raven black hair, that has just the slightest shades of dark brown highlights on the ends, is splayed all over the sheets. And those eyes of her's; if a fire could burn black, I would be the charred remains right now from all the burning devotion they are reflecting back to me. I bring my hands up to cover Jane's hands on my breasts as I begin to move more quickly; the length of her filling me so deeply. And then, I feel Jane spread her legs and bend them at the knees, and the pressure being put on my throbbing pearl from the base is incredible. With Jane inside me, and the way we are moving together has put all the pressure on all the right areas.

"Ah...Jane!" I cry out as I'm overcome with a pleasurable feeling beyond comparison. And once again the coiling tension is there, and my breathing is erratic. I can't last any longer.

"Jane...are you...close?" My voice is only a hoarse whisper, because my entire being is aching for a release. Then, in a sudden move, Jane sits up and wraps her arms around me, while she continues to move inside me.

"Yeah, Maur...with...me?" Jane's raspy voice is deeper and oozing sex.

I close my eyes and grip her head, as I feel her warm and wet mouth on one of my breasts. With a flick of her tongue on my hard nipple, she drives another loud moan from my throat, as her hand gently squeezes the other. I should have known Jane would be exceptional at this as well, and her stamina has only increased since we became intimate. I'm pulled out of my thoughts, by a powerful thrust up and deep inside me. And that's my undoing and Jane's as she cries out my name in the confines of our bedroom. I cling tightly to Jane as my head comes to rest on her shoulder, my arms winding around her back. I feel her rapidly thudding heartbeat against my chest, and I have no wish to let go of this moment anytime soon. I inhale deeply and try to keep my eyes open, while I breathe in the scent of us. My body feels like I've stood too close to the flame of a roaring bonfire; yet I feel renewed. The feeling of Jane's hands on my face makes my breath catch, but it also makes me smile. I move my head to look at her, and once again those expressive eyes of her's are that lovely warm chocolate color.

"Are you alright?" Her voice sounds so careful, which makes me smile even wider.

I lean in and kiss the small inviting smile on her lips, "Yes, but can we say like this a few more minutes?"

"Sure, whatever you want." Jane says with a smile before she kisses me sweetly.

"Just you..." I say moving some of Jane's hair off her sweaty forehead. "...just you."

Soundtrack:"Toyz" by Missy Elliott, "Love Like This" by Faith Evans, "Underneath It All" by No Doubt, "Enjoy" by Bjork & "Happy Home" by Garbage

A/N 2:Hope you guys laughed at the banter and enjoyed Jane's 'strapping alpha female' love/dirty funtimes. (I figured it was time I gave you that experience.) After all M strapped it on in the honeymoon flashback of Vol. 3 of 'SOF' which happens way after this. But now you know they went dildo shopping together, which is truly a bonding experience. [F.Y.I: There really is a store in Boston called that and I did not make it up or their catch phrase.]