See Author's Note (Chapter One)

After she calmed down a bit, she took a long deep breath and relaxed against Jane. Her head dropped to the detective's shoulder and light kisses stroked her face. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and a small shy smile emerged on her lips. The Italian smiled back and kissed her softly before she began to lather the smaller woman.

They all sat at their desks working on more paperwork.

Just as Maura slid through the door, the female detective rasped. "I hate damn paperwork."

Frost and Korsak grumbled in unison.

"Language, Jane. I brought coffee. I thought you would need it." Maura put down a coffee on everyone's desk and placed herself on the edge of Jane's.

Korsak looked over at Maura and Jane.

"Yes, I think Ms. 'Bad Mood on Monday Mornings' needs a lot of coffee today."

Jane lifted her eyebrow. "I'm not in a bad mood. I just hate paperwork."

Frost took a long sip of his coffee. "Maybe you should take the week off – a break after that case."

"Yeah, Jane, you have plenty of vacation days and comp time built up," Korsak interjected.

Maura touched her shoulder and waited for Jane to look up to her. "Maybe you should."

Jane shook her head. "And then what? Lie around on my couch and think about that freak? No thanks."

Maura smiled at her. "Maybe I will take some days off, too and we can go away together."

"Look Jane, grab Dr. Isles and get out of Boston for a couple of days. Go somewhere, anywhere and relax. Just come back safe and sound." Korsak waved his hand.

Jane watched Maura's face. "Come on. We'll get some lunch and talk about it."

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Jane spun Maura around and kissed her tenderly.

"So, you think I should take a break?" She smiled against the doctor's lips. "And, of course, it is totally unselfish of you to accompany me."

"Absolutely!" the M.E. answered smiling. "Right now, there is nothing nicer I can think of then you and me in a secluded place, on a bed with as few clothes as possible between us."

Jane laughed. She kissed Maura briefly but gently a last time before the 'ding' declared their arrival on the main floor. They made their way to the Dirty Robber for lunch, sitting in their usual booth. As they placed their order, Maura gave Jane her 'how often must I tell you that's not healthy' look.

"Don't go there Maura. Thanks to my metabolism, I can eat like a chowhound and not gain an ounce."

"Yes, but your blood cholesterol level will thank you very much if you wouldn't eat this mound of grease."

Jane grinned. "Food without grease tastes like rubber. And anyway, the fries you steal from me are greasy, too." Just on cue their food arrived.

"So, how about you tell me about our unplanned get-away?"

"I think we have two options. Either we stay nearby and drive over to the Winthrop Shore or we drive all the way to Brewster so we are out of town. Your decision."

Jane smiled. "What is there to decide? Fifteen minutes versus two hours in the car?"

Since Lieutenant Raymond Wells had been promoted, Korsak managed the Homicide division temporarily, so it wasn't a problem taking the week off on short notice. So they both went home to quickly pack.

Maura's POV

I wake up with the dawn. My back is pressed up against Jane's front but I want to watch her sleep.

She is so beautiful in her sleep. Well, she is always beautiful but when she sleeps, her face is so young and so full of peace.

Usually I get up the moment I wake, but since I've been sharing my nights with her, I can't motivate myself to leave the bed.

I have nearly half an hour until sunrise and I am not going to miss the moment the sun touches her.

Since its January, it's cold outside and the sea is rough. But this year we seem to have a lot of sun. It may not be that warm, but the sun is free to shine.

If I believed in magic, I would dare to think that someone up there is quite as happy as I am that we're together now. But, I don't believe in magic. I don't, I think. I knew that I didn't but now… Now I would like to believe in things like magic and predestination and fate – especially since my fate is peacefully resting beside me.

I know it is preposterous, but it feels like she is my fate, my soul-mate, my destiny, my eternity, my everything.

I am ruled by science. I believe in hormones and sexual attraction and natural instinct. But Jane is so much more than science. Every time she touches me it feels like she touches my heart and my soul. I know this isn't what nature provided in terms of evolution. I also know that sexuality is fluid and I never thought same-sex relationships were less than. But science should disprove it.

Nature proved to us otherwise and that is where my devotion for science collided with my body and heart and… simply collided with me.

I never felt love before, not the love in the poetical sense. I can name all the hormones that are responsible for sexual attraction and for sexual arousal and the urge for physical closeness after sex. But this science made no sense anymore.

I never was a 'cuddler' or 'lovesick'.

But, I am now. Preferably I would like to crawl inside her. I am physically sick when she's not by my side. I am not able to think clearly when she is near me. I can track all the impacts of drug intoxication. And what scares me the most is the fact that if she would ask me, I would willingly wait for her.

Sex is science.

I am used to handling it like shoe shopping… although I never paid for it.

If I needed it, I picked someone up and got what I wanted. Just as simple as that.

I don't know exactly how often I had sex in my life. I never counted it, but it wasn't that much in the last ten years.

I had two more or less serious relationships with men. To be honest, you get really lucky if you have sex more than once a night with a man. I didn't even think about orgasms. I ended up needing to create my own release after at least half the sexual encounters.

Jane worships my body, she worships me. She takes the time to slowly pamper every inch of me.

She bestows me with the most intense and beautiful orgasms of my life.

She lets me feel like the most expensive, most vulnerable, most breakable, most beautiful and rarest thing she has ever seen. She allows me to retain my dignity.

I never find a smug smirk on her face.

She never tries to force me to look at her when I climax. Most people don't know, but typically females don't like to look into someone's eyes when they are so vulnerable.

However, she watches my face like I do hers when she comes and that is another difference.

She looks so graceful in contrast to the nearly painful, distorted face of a man. I never watched their faces. It made me feel used and dirty.

I never feel dirty with her, not in the middle of the night on Friday or Saturday morning and not yesterday morning as we released tension in a very fierce way.

With her it doesn't feel dirty, regardless of how much pure lust and animal attraction there is. That's another difference, Jane doesn't do anything to me. It feels like we melt together.

It doesn't feel like I get fucked.

And it isn't that the word feels wrong.

We sleep together, we make love, we fuck.

We.

Not one of us just satisfies the other one. Each and every time it feels like we do it together.

I can't get enough of her, of her skin which touches mine, of her hands that appear so rough but are anything but rough.

Of her beautiful eyes which are able to stare gigantic men down but hold only love and adoration for me.

Of her sensitive lips which I never knew could hold such amazingly words inside.

Of her desirable body which seems specially created to match mine.

Of her heart-melting voice that melts a lot more than my heart.

Of her infinite power that never overpowers me.

Of her indecent effect on me. I am sure by the end of this week, I will have had more orgasms and by the end of the month, more sex with her than in my entire life.

It was simple with sex in the past. Now I am in a constant state of excitement. I can be shameless and remorseless with her without losing my pride. And the best part is she does the same.

I have learned a lot of things about Jane Rizzoli in the past three days and four nights and if it is possible, my love for her redoubled.

I knew all the things I said to her when we kissed the first time but she is more than that. She is so much more that there isn't even a word that describes her much less does justice to her.

I don't know if I am able to give back what she gives to me, but I am willing to move heaven and earth for her.

I have learned a lot about me, too. And I will learn a lot more at her side… hopefully for the rest of my life.

The sun rises and I watch it crawling slowly towards her body. I know it is ridiculous, but I feel a breath of envy. I want to touch her like the sun does but I like to watch as well. Her skin glows from the ball of fire on the horizon and I wish I could freeze this sight.

No painting or picture would ever be able to do this moment justice.

It is still early in the morning. Much too early for Jane to wake up on a day off but after I enjoyed this sight worthy of the gods, I have to touch her.

Carefully I stroke the thick locks out of her face. I graze the nails of my left hand from her shoulder along her right arm to her hips and then slowly back up.

She is sleeping on her left side, left arm curled under her head onto the pillow, her knees slightly bent. I wish we could stay here forever. Stay forever like this. Forever in love and flying high for all eternity.

Can a relationship stay like this?

I don't like my tendency to be pessimistic, but a burnt child dreads the fire.

Everyone left me except for one that was my own choice.

I don't like to drift into that direction.

Statistically speaking, relationships that began as friendships are the most stable and fulfilling.

I am thinking too much.

She said she loves me, more than once and I know she means it.

My nails are still sliding up and down her body but as I focus back on her, I see her watching me. As our eyes meet, she smiles. I think she knows I am in a twilight mood so she turns up the volume immediately.

"Wow Maura, what bad service here. Where's my coffee?"

I smile back and place myself over her. "Well, good morning down there."

I lean towards her and we share a tender kiss. "I think you earned your coffee," I whisper against her lips.

She smiles but holds me close. "Too early to get up," she answers. So we stay in bed two more hours kissing and snuggling.

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