Disclaimer: *pauses to consider* Nah, let's just skip this.

A/N: Welcome to the home stretch! I will be throwing everything at you; a G. Foreman grill, a busted blender, my neighbors (clean) underwear and an old Marvin Gaye vinyl...ah la Maura POV style. Along with my brand of whiplash and I also just had the decorators in and it's wall-to-wall smut in here now...just kidding, maybe!

McCarran International Airport, Las Vegas

"Jane, your clothing choice is still not funny." I state bluntly before taking a sip of my green tea. "Especially four hours later."

"What is so wrong with my t-shirt?" Jane asks innocently as she pulls the hem of the shirts tail down. "Is it because it's a poly-cotton blend?"

It does hug her in all the right places and Jane looks tempting in everything to me but sweatpants. No one looks 'good' in sweatpants.

I sigh and place my tea back on the table. "It's not the fabric." I reply while smoothing down the front of my dress. "It's that charming slogan emblazoned across your breasts and half-way down your torso."

"I recognize that as sarcasm your honor." Jane says with a laugh over the rim of her coffee cup.

I sigh again, "Is this my punishment for insisting we shop before leaving Las Vegas?"

Jane lets loose a small satisfied laugh, "It might be. But honestly it just makes me laugh and your aversion to it just keeps stoking the fire."

"Alright...I admit it's humorous." I say while trying not to smile. Also, I can't believe that dress store was selling a t-shirt of all things. "And clearly the establishment is trying to lure in clientele of a less than-what you would call a pretentious sort, but did you really have to buy it just to annoy me?"

"Aww, don't be like that about it." Jane says and puts down her coffee and then reaches for my hand across the dining table. "You know you can borrow it anytime." She says seriously and flirty at the same time. "I know you like it."

I snatch my hand away playfully, "Oh yes, I can see me going back to work wearing a souvenir t-shirt that proudly states," I gesture towards Jane's clothing choice. "Some Girls Wear Prada. Some Girls Wear Glock 17 Short Recoil Semi-Automatic Pistols With A Loaded Chamber Indicator And A Nonslip Grip."

Jane bursts out laughing and a few patrons in the airports food court turn to look at us. I don't care. I put my hand over my mouth to conceal my own laughter to no avail though. Still laughing, Jane gets up out of her chair and pulls it right next to mine and sits back down. Her cheeks are rosy and flushed from laughter.

"You're getting good Maur." She says, laughter still coloring her raspy voice as she knocks shoulders with me. "And thank you for the incredible birthday weekend."

I look at her and take her hand, "You're most welcome and your birthday was just as memorable for me." I say with a coy smile because it's not over yet. I pause and look into her lovely eyes. "So, I originally wasn't going to broach this topic right now but I have let it slide for two days already." I say exhaling as I run my thumb over Jane's knuckles, that gesture always relaxes her. "I overheard you on the phone with Angela." I say gently while squeezing Jane's hand in mine.

An almost instant guilty look overtakes Jane's features, "I was trying to be quiet Maur." Jane states and yet her voice carries a brand of levity "But when my mother's involved everything spikes in me and not just my blood pressure."

I squeeze her hand again. "I know she's still pressuring you for children." I say as neutrally as I can manage. Truthfully, I would do anything with Jane at my side.

Jane rolls her eyes. "That's putting it mildly, Maur. I swear she has a one track mind and all roads lead to: please let my daughter get knocked-up." Her voice dips into a robotic tone at the end.

I laugh at Jane's antics. "Admittedly, I thoroughly agree with you. She is very single minded in that pursuit." I say run my other hand up into Jane's hair and start to twirl my fingers around in her ponytail.

I love it when her hair is up; it shows off her long graceful neck that I just love to...

"Maura, can you hear me?" Jane asks leaning away, thusly removing my hand from her hair.

I blush slightly, "Sorry. You were saying." I prompt smiling. I feel somewhat guilty that I am so easily distracted today.

Jane exhales loudly. "You know where I stand on this matter, about the kids deal. I wouldn't mind adopting in the future." She says with obvious frustration coloring her raspy voice. "But I have a feeling that wouldn't be enough for her either. I mean what we have now is more than enough for me."

Every single day she makes me fall in love with her more.

"You know where I stand on adoption." I say soothingly while rubbing my thumb over her knuckles once more. "I was adopted and there are plenty of children out there who need loving homes."

I start to expound on my opinion but my desire to finish our conversation is interrupted by the boarding call for our plane. Jane squeezes my hand in a silent bid that we talk about this later and I willingly oblige. Jane lets go of my hand and stands; her chair makes a slight grinding sound on the linoleum as she pushes it back.

"I'll go pay for our drinks."

I twist in my chair to watch Jane saunter away. I'm suddenly very envious of those jeans she's wearing. I smile to myself as I turn back around and finish my green tea. Jane comes back within a few minutes and we leave the food court walking through the airport hand in hand.

McCarran is quite a bustling airport with a multitude of Elvis impersonators in various stages of 'Kingdom'. They are as abundant as the other travelers who look like they are on holiday. I prefer 1950's Elvis and I giggle to myself and hide my smile as I recognize Elvis' 'Can't Help Falling for You', being sung by one of the impersonators standing in line waiting to board our plane too.

Jane chuckles and looks at me. "No thank you very much." She says lowering her voice while adding a southern drawl. I laugh lightly and nudge her in the side and she laughs. "I bought another t-shirt that you just might want to borrow some time." Jane states while playfully returning a nudge to my side.

"So what does this one say?" I reply smugly. I love antagonizing her and I don't have to look to know she's rolling her eyes right now.

"Well...Dr. Witty Comeback for your information it says: National Sarcasm Society-Like We Need Your Support." Jane quips tersely.

I laugh as the line moves and we stop at the boarding gate, "You'll probably never take that one off." I retort with a smile as I hand our tickets off to the young man there. "Or most likely you will want to sleep in it."

Jane chuckles darkly. "Your right I won't want to take it off, so I guess you'll just have to take it off of me at some point." She says lowly while leaning in close.

Damn!

Two and a Half Years Ago...

"Jane this mattress is really heavy; I need to stop for a bit." I say panting slightly.

I take my hands off the mattress and straighten out my back. When I suggested new bedding I didn't anticipate I would be moving it myself. But Jane refused the set-up and delivery option. She makes the cutest face of annoyance as she let's go of her end and the mattress falls to the floor unceremoniously.

"I'm going to tell Frankie's girlfriend how old he was before he stopped wetting the bed for this." Jane says consciously.

I laugh as I sit down on the mattress. "Jane that wouldn't be very nice." I say as I properly notice her attire for this evening.

Oh God, she looks good enough to devour in that white tank top and those well-fitting grey slacks. I'm suddenly very glad Frankie didn't show up to help her move in. Jane lets out a loud sigh before she flops down on the mattress beside me. She doesn't say anything but I watch her thoughts playout on her facial expressions as she stretches out on the mattress.

I reach for my glass of Pino off of the table behind me. "What are you thinking about?" I ask between sips.

Jane crosses her hands on her stomach. "The fact that you asked me to marry you and now I'm moving in with you. I mean I know we decided to buy a new house together after the wedding but you're really stuck with me now."

I take one more sip and place my wine back on the table carefully. "You make all of those things sound bad, should I be worried?" I tease but some insecurity crept into my voice. I hope she's not having second thoughts.

Jane makes a face, "I didn't mean it like that Maura." She says absently while playing with the tail of her shirt. "It's just I've been down this road before."

I strongly dislike her ex-husband more and more with every timid conversation we have on the subject that even broaches her divorce.

"Jane," I start while laying down on the mattress beside her. "I want to share something with you but you have to promise not to laugh at me." I ask nervously; staring at the ceiling.

Jane turns sideways to face me, "I tease you a lot but I would never make fun of you for the sake of being mean."

Her voice sounds so sincere and I turn my head to look at Jane, "I had never entertained the notion of being married to anyone that is until I met you." I say solemnly; maintaining eye contact. "And now looking back I believe that I knew on some sub-conscious level that I wanted to marry you. I would go so far as to say it was almost from the moment you spoke to me when we met on that airplane." Jane's eyes are rapidly filling with moisture. "Your amygdala and lacrimal glands are..." But I'm interrupted by her lips on mine and then Jane's hands cover my cheeks gently.

I feel my own eyes well up with tears when Jane pulls away from my lips. "God, I really love you Maura."

The tone of Jane's voice causes my breath to hitch and my heart is dictating my actions now so I lean in to kiss her this time. I had planned on seducing Jane tonight. But with what is happening now I feel like my soul is on fire and any previously unfillable void that once existed is now being purified by the burn. I feel Jane press her body against mine as she deepens our kiss and then she links one of her hands with mine. I smile into our kiss.

Present Day...

In Flight

I fidget in my seat a bit to look over at Jane; she always has to have the aisle seat. She is reclined in her seat with her eyes closed and her arms crossed under her breasts. I allow my eyes to roam over her body. That t-shirt just had to be red and God I love her in red.

"Something on your mind?" Jane's husky voice startles me.

I glance up from her breasts to see she has one eye open and a smug smirk on her face. I flounder for a second.

"Yes, I was admiring the color of your shirt." I reply seductively. "But to be more precise I was appreciating how it accentuates your décolletage."

Jane laughs, "Thanks, and I already know you are a boob woman." She challenges playfully. "But frankly you also have a healthy obsession with my ass and don't you dare deny it, Dr. Hives."

I'm thrilled she notices since I don't exactly do subtle anymore.

I smile mischievously, "I wasn't going to deny anything." I say while I lean over and then place my hand high on Jane's thigh. "To be completely accurate I have a healthy obsession with every inch of you." I continue as I move my hand higher.

Jane jumps in her seat slightly, "Maur what are you doing?"

Her raspy voice actually went up an octave and I lean in further closer to Jane.

"What does it look like?" I state, breathing my demand into the shell of her ear. "I want you...right now."

I lean back and smile at her because Jane has this cute shocked expression on her face.

"Join the mile high club!" Her voice is still not quite its usual timbre. "Are you crossing off some of the 'dirty items' on your bucket list this weekend?" Jane teases while using air quotes.

"We have to do this discreetly since we are not shooting a pornography film." I reply, ignoring her sarcasm.

Jane's eyebrows shoot up on her forehead, "Whoa, I didn't say yes Maura." She says uncrossing her arms and sitting up in her seat. "And don't you think this is rather sophomoric behavior?"

I can't help the disappointment I feel; it's almost enough to curb the burgeoning arousal I'm feeling. I turn away from Jane and look out the window at the clouds passing beneath us. After a few seconds I hear Jane sigh and then I feel her hand on my arm.

"Maura, I'm sorry. It's just these jerks from my Air Marshall days used to proposition me all the time for that and I..."

"I'm not some jerk; I'm your wife." I interrupt while turning around swiftly to look at Jane. "And I've never wanted to do-as you so deemed sophomoric behavior-with anyone else." I exclaim but I keep my voice low. "Christ, I had sex with you in a Ferrari yesterday!"

"Okay fine. Let's go to the bathroom." She relents as she stares me down with her darkening eyes.

That was somewhat easy.

"You first, I'll be in there in a few minutes." I reply narrowing my eyes at her.

Jane inhales sharply at my request before she stands and moves towards the first class bathrooms. I watch her looking around at the sparse passengers, and then she picks the last stall. I wouldn't have suggested this if there was a chance for embarrassment. I wait approximately four minutes before leaving my seat for the bathrooms. When I knock on the door Jane opens it and then she goes and leans against the countertop of the sink basin. I close the door behind me and lock it. This is whole scenario coming to fruition is turning me back on even more. Stepping up to Jane I push my body fully against hers. I hear her gulp at the sudden contact and I smile as I run my hands up her arms; stopping only to squeeze her toned biceps.

"Jane, one of my fantasies has been to have you on an airplane." I confess, looking into her eyes. "It's where we first met after all."

She says nothing; she only looks at me with an intense expression. To lesser eyes they would think she is angry but I know it's because she loves it when I take charge. I tell Jane to sit on top of the sink and she looks nonplussed in return.

"Maura, so help if me if my ass gets stuck in this damn little ass sink..."

I lunge forward and silence her with my mouth.

"Shut up." I say against her lips. "You owe me for being a bitch earlier with that sophomoric comment. I wanted this to be hot and sweet but now." I pull the zipper down on her jeans forcefully. "I don't think I can manage that." I say through a ragged intake of air.

Jane kisses me suddenly and all I can do is kiss her back with all of my unbridled passion. I want to feel every inch of her body. To kiss and taste her everywhere but that is currently not an option. I break our feverish kiss and descend down her body, pulling her jeans and underwear down with me. I run my hands over her inner thighs before I lean in and make contact. She's more than ready for this. My tongue travels up the length of her folds; a journey I've made many times, and yet it always makes me feel different each time. I hear Jane fiercely gripping the sinks countertop as she tries to keep quiet. As I close my mouth over her pearl Jane starts grinding her body against my face and I continue to explore the taste of her with my tongue. I move my mouth down and then I push inside her.

"I'm so close." Jane's subdued declaration is only loud enough for me to hear.

I rise up quickly and place my fingers into the wet warmth my tongue vacated. "You're so tight." I pant into Jane's parted lips.

She exhales roughly as I work my fingers inside her; loving how her body writhes against my hand. I kiss along the corner of her mouth and then over her cheek, then went I reach her ear lobe I take it into my mouth.

"You are so beautiful Jane."

A strangled moan escapes her lips as she releases the edge of the countertop she was holding unto to tangle her fingers in my hair. I moan softly into her ear at the sensation.

"Kiss me Maura." Jane pleads breathlessly.

I comply while curving my fingers to hit the sweet spot inside her with each quick stroke. I feel Jane tightening more around me and the sensation of being pulled in deeper is unsurpassed. As we kiss I eat Jane's climax. Minutes pass and gradually her body relaxes against mine after the tight coil her orgasm wound her into. Jane's head falls on my shoulder and I remove my fingers from inside her. I love feeling the spasms inside in the afterglow. I bring my fingers up to my mouth to taste her once more.

"Maur," Jane's soft voice fills the small space. "I've never had angry sex before."

I laugh lightly, "Neither have I. In fact I don't know if what we just did qualifies as angry." I say as I place my hand under her chin and then gently lifting her face up. "Although, I was mildly pissed on with you."

Jane smiles, "It's pissed off."

I shake my head and shrug, "Whatever now pull your pants up." I retort teasingly as I peck her on the lips. "I'm not doing that for you."

Soundtrack:"Take Me With U" by Prince and The Revolution, "Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You" by Lauryn Hill & "We're In This Together" by Nine Inch Nails

A/N 2: I hope you enjoyed this long chapter. So...just one more volume left now, and I refuse to give up the game (not that I got much game.) But I will give you one spoiler; this was the last of the smut/lovin'/sexin'...or whatever your prefered label is. Two continuous volumes containing smut I feel is enough of a consolation prize for no climax in the