The next morning Jane woke to find herself alone in the bed. As the memory of the previous night's activities came back to her she broke out in a broad grin and stretched her muscles. She ached but it was a good ache, hell she hoped she would ache like that every day she and Maura were together.

As she showered she felt an unfamiliar tenderness on her pubis bone. Huh, that was new. Sexy though, it reminded her of how good it had felt dominating Maura, thrusting deep inside her; get it together Rizzoli, enough for now. Breakfast now, more Maura later.

Maura had been up for hours. She had luxuriated in a hot bath, the liquid heat soothing her vaginal muscles; Jane had certainly claimed her last night. Jane threw herself into everything that she did and Maura was grateful that included their sexual relationship. Jane was the best lover she had ever had already, and they had not even been together for 24 hours. A surge of exhilaration ran through Maura's body.

After her bath, Maura had dressed, tidied up the mess from last night and gone out to the shop for a newspaper and some bits. When she came back she heard the shower running, which meant that her lover was up, she set about making them breakfast.

As Jane came into the kitchen she found Maura mixing batter. She walked up behind her and wrapped her arms around her, kissing the nape of Maura's neck.

"Good morning beautiful."

Maura turned and kissed Jane "good morning, yourself."

"Did you sleep ok?"

"I slept very soundly, Jane. How about you?"

"I slept like the dead."

"Jane, the dead aren't actually sleeping, they are no longer breathing. Sleep is characterised by."

Jane silenced the M.E. with a kiss. "It's an expression honey. What are you making?"

"I am making breakfast; Pancakes and Bacon."

Jane groaned burying her head in Maura's shoulder. "Am I dreaming? Cos I am pretty sure I must be; the most beautiful woman in the world is making me my favourite breakfast; and I am still sore from the incredible fucking I gave her."

"Jane!" Maura's cheeks flushed and she playfully smacked Jane's shoulder, "language Jane!"

Jane's eyes glistened with mischief. "What? I am. She is too."

Maura looked at her.

"You mean you're not a little sore?"

"Well, yes, Jane, a bit, but I did have a bath and that helped somewhat."

"Helped, but not completely?"

"Exactly."

"Huh. Well, I'd best see if I can help with that. I'd best kiss you better."

Maura gasped, as Jane backed her against the Counter and dropped to her knees. Even on a Saturday morning and while cooking, Maura was wearing a dress and high heels with an apron to protect the vintage dress she was wearing. Maura looked like a 1950's housewife, and for some reason that thought turned Jane on tremendously.

Jane lifted the dress and pulled down Maura's white lace panties. She picked them up from the floor and put them into her pocket. Maura had been watching Jane and groaned deeply when she saw Jane do this.

Jane gently kissed Maura's sex. "Is it sore here?"

"Yes."

Jane gently stuck her tongue into Maura. "What about here?"

"Yes."

Jane pushed her tongue deeper into Maura. "And what about here?"

"Oh, God, yes."

Jane smirked against the woman, gently kissing and licking her. Jane moved to Maura's clitoris; she had devoured her last night, and now she wanted to savour the taste and scent of her lover.

She flicked her tongue across Maura with the lightest of touches. Maura groaned and moved to put both hands on Jane's shoulders. As Jane gently made love to the woman with her mouth she felt Maura's hands tighten.

"Oh God, Jane, I'm going to come."

As Maura's orgasm hit her, Jane continued with the gentle strokes of her tongue, caressing Maura's legs as Maura dug her nails into Jane's shoulders, releasing her hold when her body had had enough.

"Oh, Jane, wow. That was incredible."

Jane smiled and wiped Maura's juices from her face with the back of her hand. "Yes it was. You taste amazing, Maur."

Jane stood and kissed the woman. "Now where is my breakfast, woman, I've built up an appetite for some reason."

With that Jane playfully swatted Maura's ass and walked towards the table. "Hungry!" So much for breakfast first, Maura later. Jane had the feeling that whenever she saw Maura, she would always want her and would have to have her.

She looked over at the woman who had smoothed her dress down and was indeed making them Pancakes and Bacon; she growled to herself, re-thinking her first thoughts of the day; Maura first, then breakfast, then more Maura.