Hey, guys. I am so, so sorry for the long delay. But hey, the story is back now and I hope this update is gonna be worth the wait. I hope you will like it even though it is rather short. And of course you are welcome to tell me what you think about it.

However, enjoy it.

T73.

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I frown a little and groan as soon as I slowly wake up. I am not really surprised that my wife isn't laying close to me because sometimes I am tossing and turning in my sleep especially when I am really stressed out, and being under cover again is something that is really stressing me out. And the encounter with Constance isn't really helping me either.

I know that I must have made strange sounds when I have been sleeping because I dreamt a nice dream about a certain blonde. In the beginning of the relationship with Maura I was embarrassed when I had those dreams, but with time I've learned that it doesn't bother her … as long as those dreams were about her, and the funny thing is, since I am with her no other woman invaded my dreams anymore. I know it is strange cause it is normal to fantasize about the sexy actress of the last move you have seen, or about the hot chick that stretched out in the commercial you've watched before you'd been drifting off to sleep. It never happened to me since I got to know Maura, those women had been replaced by her. So, every time when I say to her that she is the woman of my dreams, I mean it literally.

I take a deep breath and slowly tug the sheet off my face. I must have covered me because it was a very, very vivid dream. I can feel a pair of eyes on me and am sure that I stirred enough to tell my wife that I am about to wake up. I turn my head to the left and drag my eyes slowly open to be greeted by amused hazel ones. I swear to God, no matter how old I'll get, I'll never get tired to look into those eyes, I could drown in them every time we make eye contact. I rub my face with my hands and can't hide the smile that is tugging on the corners of my lips. "Morning." I mumble and look back at her.

Maura smiles broadly and traces my jaw with her fingertips. "Good morning." She says and arches an eyebrow. "You have been dreaming, Jane."

I nod slowly and look back at her. "It was about my favorite leading actress." My eyes drop shut when she runs her fingers through my hair. "You don't have to dream about it, Jane."

I scan the room and frown. "So, Olivia Wilde is downstairs and prepares breakfast?"

"Oh." Maura chuckles and is straddling my hips with one smooth move, having a playful glint in her eyes.

I smile slyly and my hands find their way automatically to her very own hips. Who cares about Olivia Wilde when Dr. Maura Isles is sitting on top of you? Certainly not me! Olivia who? I am quite surprised that my wife is currently wearing a shorty pajama. She even could wear a garbage bag and she still would breathtaking. To be fair, she is wearing a pj's that I wouldn't even consider to buy, I even wouldn't take a look at it.

I let my hands wander over her thighs and have to lick my dry lips as my eyes roam over her torso.

She has a mischievous smile on her lips as she leans forward. "Do you like what you see?" She whispers into my ear.

I swallow back a groan and shiver violently. I don't know why but she has effects on me no one else ever had before. "I love what I am seeing." I husk and turn my head a little to catch her eyes. I can see her smile and my heart is skipping a beat. My hands find their way on her back as soon as she connects our lips and sigh in relieve. It is slow and sweet, and my hips are bucking accidentally as my hands slide down to her butt.

I hear her moan when I squeeze it and I wouldn't mind if I die in this second … Well, maybe I would mind it a little bit, okay, a lot.

Maura is straightening up and gets my hands in her own, guiding them to her front and up until they are cupping her breasts. She bits her bottom lip because I am not capable to swallow back my groan. She gasps as soon as I run my thumbs over her perked buds and rolls her hips unintentionally.

This is a wake-up call I really do not mind and I start to tug at the hem of her tank top. "This needs to go." I order and help her to pull the said top over her head, tossing it to the side. I stop dead as soon as I lay eyes on the exposed torso of my wife and shudder. No matter how many times I see this sight, it always takes my breath away.

I run my hands down her sides and have to swallow hard. "God, you are beautiful." I whisper and my eyes find Maura's once again. I cup her breast again and squeeze them once again.

Maura moans unashamed and capture my lips again. I can tell that she is tired of talking because she rolls her hips all over again.

"Jane, Maura?" Ma's voice is coming from downstairs and I shake my head with a groan. "If we are very quiet maybe she'll go away again." I whisper and whine in the same time.

Maura smiles sympathetic and is about to continue our foreplay, but Ma is calling our names again and we both know that the moment is over. She huffs and straightens up once more.

I make a pouty face and place my hands on my wife's hips.

"Maura, Jane?"

"For the love of God, Ma." I bark at the top of my lungs and Maura chuckles because we are sure that Ma has heard me. "Has it occurred to you that we are still in bed?"

Maura is laughing now and climbs out of our bed. "Jane," she says softly and put her tank top back on.

I groan and prop myself up on my elbow, eyebrows furrowed. "Do you have to work today, Maura?"

She turns back to me and shakes her head. "Jane, it is Saturday. I don't have to work at Saturdays."

"Do you have plans?"

"Not really, but I thought that you would have to work."

I put my hands behind my head and shrug. "No, not today. Today I am all yours. Can I interest you in a bike trip to Cape Cod?"

Maura is raising her eyebrows high and I can see the small around her lips. "Really?"

I smile as well and nod. My smile grows wider as soon as she presses her lips to mine and I know she indeed likes my proposal.

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I am focused on the free road as I look through the cover of my helmet and have to smile as my wife wraps her arms tighter around my middle as I maneuver us into a sharp right-hand bend. I know that Maura is trusting me unconditionally and that she knows that I would never make some crazy maneuvers when she is with me, and that I don't drive with 125 mph through the streets when she is with me. Well, I do it when I am alone on my bike, but that doesn't matter right now.

I halt the bike at a small parking lot and kill the engine, taking my helmet down and enjoying the view of the beach and the ocean for a second. I arch an brow as soon as my lovely wife steps into my sight after she got rid of her very own helmet, smiling broadly. "What?" I ask and lean a little forward, propping my elbows on my helmet now.

Maura is smiling broadly and shrugs. "It's been a while since we had been at a beach together."

I furrow my brows and eye her with faked skepticism. "Have you been at the beach with someone else since we are together?"

She scoffs and kisses me gently. It is full of love and promises. "Don't be ridiculous, Jane."

I smile broadly and get off my bike and taking off the jacket of my motorcycle gear. I am glad that Maura is okay with it that I only wear a part of the protection gear today. Well I am a little surprised about that. I wrap my left arm around her shoulders and she does the same with hers just around my middle. I start to lead the way towards the said beach and scowl at a older couple who is giving us a disapproving look.

We may live 21th century, but some people still haven't arrived in it yet. I inhale deeply the ocean smell and try to relax a bit after Maura has pulled me even closer. She has seen the look as well, but somehow she always reacted way calmer than I do. Maybe it is because I am the very first woman she has been with and that she hasn't to go through all the things I had to go through.

"Don't react on that," she whispers and smiles up at me. "It doesn't matter what others are thinking, Jane. All that matters right now is you and me, being here together."

I take a deep breath and frown a little. She is absolute right, how can I let glances from some idiots run such a beautiful day that I am spending with the love of my life? It is a opportunity that will be rare while I am working undercover. I flop down in front of a small dune and tug on Maura's hand. I smile wryly because she is hesitating before she sits down in between my legs. I place my chin on her left shoulder and kiss her cheek. "When all of this is over, we have to come here more often." I whisper and nudge the side of her head with my nose.

Maura is smiling broadly but doesn't tear her eyes away from the landscape. "Definitely," she agrees.

I, on the other hand, can't tear my eyes away from her and am mesmerized by her profile. Hell, I think I am falling for her all over again, and even harder. If that is possible.

She starts to snicker and frowns a little. "Jane, you are staring."

I can't help the broad smile that is spreading over my face and shrug. "I am allowed to stare at you."

"That's a little creepy." She laughs and I join her.

I take a deep breath and look directly into hazel eyes. God, those eyes are going to be the death of me, as well as the woman they belong to. "I love you so much, Maura." I say all of a sudden.

She is holding my gaze and I can see all kind of emotions in her eyes. She leans in a little and her lips are grazing mine as she says, "I love you too, Jane."

I smile broadly before I kiss her long and gentle.