Jane's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You… wow, I would not have expected that from you, Maur." She smiled. "That sounds like something I'd normally say, but," she leaned forward, kissing the honey-blonde, "yeah, I think we can do that." The relief in the detective's dark eyes was evident as she gazed down at Maura's upturned face. "In fact, that sounds like a great plan."

"No plan," Maura murmured as she closed the small distance between them again, pressing herself into Jane's long, lean body all the way down to her toes. It seemed that the skin of her hands was starved for Jane. She wasn't the sort to wolf down a meal without tasting it, though, so the smaller woman went slowly, decreasing speed over what proved to be the important parts – the inward curve of the waist, the undersmile of the breast, the slope of the long neck where heat and pulse throbbed. Her mouth, though, wasn't so patient, all lips and tongue and teeth and hunger. It was the one part of her that expressed what the rest was keeping in tightly-lashed restraint.

"Could have fooled me," the brunette gasped between kisses. Her hands clung to Maura's hips as if to keep herself grounded as her body was assaulted by the various pleasurable sensations caused by the gentle touches and eager mouth of the woman above her.

Hips pushed forward at the slightest touch from Jane, but as a moment of particular intensity passed, Maura raised her head just enough to say, not without substantial regret, "Wait. Just a minute, I need to breathe and, and, and think, and that's really difficult right now. I'm receiving too much sensory data, and my over-stimulated senses are being, um, overwhelmed, and additionally I think that my brain is beginning to release oxytocin, and it's a little early for that. Pleasurable. Very. I just…"

"Need to take a breather?" With a squeeze to Maura's hips, she helped move them to a sitting position so they were no longer touching. "Better?"

Maura nodded quickly as she licked her dry lips and steadied her respiratory rate. Still, not touching Jane at all was not a desirable state of affairs, so she slid a hand back around Jane's waist, using the other to prop up her head. "I think I got a little ahead of myself," she apologized. "I've wanted you so much for so long, and it's not easy to… You're very hard to resist. Especially when I really don't want to resist."

"If you're trying to protect my virtue, Dr. Isles, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but Johnny Corvallis got to it already, so you're safe." Jane smirked at her own joke.

Maura allowed herself the luxury of looking at Jane's face, smiling at what she saw there, seeming unaffected by the knowledge that Jane must be perfectly aware of how thoroughly and quickly she'd become stimulated to excitement. Then again, she didn't have to look that way all alone. Evidence adorned Jane as well, visual evidence as well as pheromonal hints. "Mm," she mused, trailing a finger around the curve of Jane's ear, down her strongly defined chin, along the thick vein at her neck, and across her collarbone. "Am I really safe, Jane? I don't know about that. You seem kind of dangerous, to me."

Jane growled. "If you keep that up, I make no promises." Though she remained still, her muscles flexed and twitched with the tension of her restraint.

"I don't want promises," Maura realized aloud as she lay back down, this time leaving no room for Jane beside her, slipping one foot behind Jane's hips on the couch, the other calf over her seated thighs. The darker woman would have to either lay atop her, or leave. She refused to make leaving the easy choice, as well, by leaving her hands on that rich olive skin as long as possible, trailing along Jane's shoulders and bare arms as she reclined. "Not tonight. Tomorrow we can have that important conversation. Tonight… tonight, if you'll let me, I just want to touch you."

With a sigh, Jane took the invitation and lay down allowing Maura to wrap her arms around the detective's lanky frame. "Figure of speech, 'make no promises', but I'm still okay with it." She snuggled against the curve of Maura's neck. "More than okay. Can we just sleep like this? Between tonight and the week we've had, I'm tired, and this is nice."

Maura curled one leg around Jane, not in the attitude of seeking sexual enjoyment, but rather in response to emotional pleasure. Idly she allowed her hands to roam up and down Jane's back and sides, occasionally brushing the base of her neck or the proportionately broad shoulders. "Mm. Yes, it is. I've always wanted to sleep like this with you." Now that a direction had been chosen, she seemed entirely contented with it. "Here, or should we be getting up and going to bed?"

"Mmmm… if we move to the bed, I'll have to get up, which doesn't sound like something I really want to do. If we sleep here, I'm pretty sure my bad back, hands, shoulder, and whatever else I'm managed to hurt in my lifetime will be hurting me tomorrow. Better go with the bed." Reluctantly, Jane moved to stand.

Maura followed along, fingers interlaced with Jane's, as she smiled. At her house, there might have been questions concerning where either or both of them would sleep. At Jane's house, there was no need to wonder, second-guess, or negotiate. "Therapeutic touch can alleviate a lot of pain, not to mention contributing to the release of pair-bonding hormones." She paused, then explained more explicitly, "If you hurt in the morning, I'll massage you. That's one promise I don't mind making."