Authors note: general disclaimer, I don't own rizzoli & isles or any characters involved etc. any comments/feedback/criticism will be welcomed as its my first fanfic x

sincerest apologies to all those waiting for my update, it's been a crazy old week or two and I'm trying my best to make it up to you tonight and tomorrow, so bear with me more is coming!

I realise this is short, shorter than I wanted but I figured I'd put something up to reassure you that it's still going and I haven't vanished on you! I promise I don't tease without any result ;)

Maura stood in between Jane's legs wearing just a soaked thong, she felt like Wonder Woman. The look on the brunette's face was one of pure awe and excitement and Maura had never felt this sexy. She leant over Jane and smiled as she slowly ran her hands up Jane's thighs.

Jane was too close to feel anything but severe arousal, she was so incredibly wet she could feel the sheets beneath her getting wet, in a flash of tangible thought she worried about Maura's reaction to her ruined sheets but any logical, clear thought process she was about to have was cut off by the feeling of Maura's beautiful hands splaying across her pelvis and hooking her manicured fingers under the waistband of Jane's boy shorts.

Feeling more of the smooth soft hot skin belonging to the detective was like taking an hallucinogenic drug, not that Maura had had first hand experience of such drugs, but she imagined it to be a similar experience. One of pure pleasure and yet a profound surrealism that she was aware of but it didn't overpower the experience. Maura laughed inwardly at herself, she had no idea that when she had tried to explain to Jane how sometimes when you're in love you feel like you took some kind of a substance, just how true that was, and yet how she had never experienced it quite this strongly before. She was in trouble. Glorious happy trouble.

As Maura began to slowly pull off Jane's ruined shorts she took a hasty intake of breath like steam being released. Maura's hands felt like they were leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Jane closed her eyes trying to gain control over her body but all she could feel were Maura's hands. As Maura reached her knees Jane tried her hardest to move, to help, but she felt paralysed. She couldn't feel anything but the intense pounding of her heart as she felt Maura remove her shorts completely.

Time stopped and the ME had never been more thankful in her life. To see Jane uncovered, pure and all hers was the most beautiful sight. She admonished herself for not getting to this point sooner. For not realising what her heart was screaming out to her all this time. Every time she had almost lost her, every time Jane had saved her, every time they argued. How could she have mistaken the anger she felt with the unbridled love and passion it clearly was? How could she have not realised why her heart doubled in speed and power whenever she heard those unmistakable footsteps into the morgue.

She couldn't feel Maura. Couldn't hear her. Jane couldn't bear to open her eyes. If Maura had changed her mind, Jane didnt know what she would do. She couldn't go back to the way they were. Her pondering was silenced as manicured nails dug into her knees and drawn up her thighs. She gasped loudly and forced open her eyes to see Maura kneeling between her naked spread legs her eyes burning into her own, with so much passion and love it took Jane's breath away.

Maura had never felt this out of control before. She felt like she was going out of her mind with all the things she wanted to do to Jane and those thoughts were constantly bringing fresh rushes of wetness to between her legs. She licked her lips as her throat went dry once she noticed that Jane had soaked her sheets as well as her shorts. Another rush greeted her and she could have laughed, usually she would have remarked on their dehydration but found it impossible to speak.

Jane felt Maura moving as she dragged her nails up her body. She cried out when the medical examiner's flawless lips caressed her inner thighs. She tried her utmost to keep her body in control as she fought strong bucks and jerks of pure pleasure as she felt the ME's teeth sinking into her soft flesh and felt her breath ghosting her wet silhouettes of kisses.

As Maura moved up Jane's legs she could see and smell the arousal and all she wanted was to immerse herself in everything that was Jane. She settled into a comfortable position in between the detective's legs and gently hooked the right one over her shoulder before raising herself and Jane's leg.