A/N: Sorry for the coitus interruptus. I promise I will make it up to you soon. Here's an interim chapter for now. Love you all. Thank you for all the comments. Even if you do think I'm evil, evil, evil. I do promise that the M rating will soon be fully deserved. Just hang on a little longer! Oh yeah, R & R please! Constructive criticism welcome!

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Jane thought that she would never understand the woman before her as she walked up to the bar and took the glass of milk Maura had poured. She must have shown her confusion, as Maura decided to explain.

"Jane, I just think we should take things slowly is all. If you really yearn for a climax, I'd be happy to give that to you, but I want to avoid removing clothing tonight. Also, I feel like I should do a little research. I'm not sure I know how to make love to a woman. My dating experience in college with women was limited to a few goodnight kisses and one very drunk makeout session, which I'm not sure I recall very thoroughly."

Seriously? Research? Well, Jane wasn't that in the know about women, either, but she figured she'd manage. Wait, did Maura just say she'd been with other women?

"Did you just say you've been with other women?" Jane asked, incredulously.

"Well, not 'been with' per se, as I've never slept with a woman. Like I said, I've kissed a few. I am likely what could be referred to as a Kinsey 2. I am not strictly heterosexual but I'm not quite 50/50, or bisexual. And college was a very long time ago."

"So? I've never even touched another woman! I can't believe you are springing this on me now! Why hadn't you told me before? Isn't that something important you tell your best friend?"

"Not if she reacts like this," Maura countered. "Besides, I didn't think it was important before I developed feelings for you. After all, you never felt the urge to tell me you were straight. And after I developed feelings for you…well, I could hardly tell you then, lest you call our sleepovers and other interactions into question, now could I?"

"Well, I suppose not," Jane conceded. "But still, I'd like to think you would tell me something like that."

"Okay, now I'm telling you. I have previously experienced sexual desire for women and have, on occasion, acted on that desire, though I have never experienced a sexual relationship with a woman. The farthest I've ever gone with a woman likely occurred just now on the couch..."

"With you," Maura added quietly as an afterthought.

"Likely occurred?" Jane asked with a sharp tone. She was still a little vexed at Maura for having kept such a large secret.

"Well, I told you. The very drunk makeout session is a bit hazy. I believe there was some…what would it popularly be referred to? Oh! Heavy petting. Yes, you would refer to it as heavy petting. But it was all through clothing, and I barely recall her name."

"Of course you don't," Jane continued to speak sharply as she grabbed her glass and ventured into Maura's bedroom, where she flopped onto the lavender sheets. Maura had already changed out the expensive down pillow on the left side of the bed for a foam one, like Jane preferred. The thought of the squishy foam made affection swell up inside of Jane. As much as Maura enjoyed the finer things of life, she made many concessions where Jane was concerned. The affection had not subsided, so that when Maura entered the room with a concerned look on her face, Jane was feeling much more warmly towards her. She patted the bed beside her, and Maura looked at her quizzically.

"Lie down with me," Jane commanded.