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Fourteen

Jane followed the dazzling smile across the threshold, kicking the door shut with her foot. She reached for Maura, fingers brushing Maura's waist to bring her in for a kiss. But Maura caught her fingers, bringing them to her lips as she pulled Jane through to the kitchen.

Jane followed, kicking her shoes off by the couch and leaning against the island as Maura bustled around the kitchen, opening cabinets and drawers. She started filling a vase with water and began clipping the blooms.

"Awww Maura, you can leave them. I messed them up anyways. "

Maura smiled prettily, "No, no I want to..." She busied herself rearranging the flowers.

"Mauraaa," Jane grumbled, her eyes raking the blonde form head to toe. She pushed off from the counter, "Maura they're fine, really." Jane came up behind her to wrap her arms around her, sweeping aside her hair to kiss her neck.

Once satisfied with her arrangement, Maura turned slowly, lifting her arms to loop around Jane's neck. Jane lifted her up and set her gently down on the counter. She stepped between her legs, brushing Maura's hair back from her face.

"Hi." Maura reserved a final glance at her flowers before she looked down at the brunette

"Hi. Do I have your full attention now?"

"Yes."

Jane crushed her lips to Maura's, possessively, hungrily.

There was a sharp intake of breath as Maura threaded her fingers through Jane's curls, to hold her close. She sighed, opening her mouth so that she could taste, really taste Jane. She tugged at Jane's sweater, tugging the white camisole free so that she could feel Jane's smooth, warm skin beneath her fingers. They danced along the waistband of her slacks, "Jane..."

"Yeah..." Jane managed between kisses.

"I want..."

"I want it too." Jane ground out against Maura's lips.

She moved quickly, scooping up a surprised Maura into her arms and capturing her mouth in one swift move.

Maura pushed at Jane's chest, "What are you doing? I'm too heavy, you'll drop me."

"You're teeny tiny, I won't drop all one hundred and sixteen point eight pounds of you." She started up the stairs, "But just in case, hold on tight."

She managed a smile, but tightened her hold around Jane's neck. At the top of the stairs she pushed again, "Jane put me down, I forgot to feed Bass."

"Nope, he'll be fine." Jane looked around, "Won't he?"

"Yes, he will..." Maura shifted in Jane's arms, looking anywhere but at Jane's face.

"Maura, if I didn't know you better, I'd think you were nervous."

She closed her eyes, calling on toddler psychology that if she couldn't see Jane, Jane couldn't see her.

"You are Maura," Jane said with surprise, setting Maura down, letting her get her balance.

"I've imagined this so many times, I just want it to be perfect."

"Maura, I've never done this before, I'm scared out of my mind that I'll make an idiot of myself, but you, you make me brave."

"Jane, I haven't either." Maura managed to meet the brunette's dark eyes.

"But..." Jane glanced in the direction the front door.

Maura shook her head, "I couldn't, they weren't you."

Jane gripped her shoulders tightly, pressing her lips to Maura's forehead. "Oh, Maura," she groaned. "We can do this right, because I really want to do this."

Maura managed to nod.

Jane grinned. "First off, as far as I can tell, we're in the wrong room, with too many clothes on."

Maura could breathe again, taking comfort in the same old Jane, in this new and terrifying moment. She bit her lip, looking up at Jane and whispered, "I think we can fix that." She started walking backwards down the hall, stepping out of her shoes as she went. She turned at the doorway to her room, slowly unzipping her dress and letting it pool at her feet before she stepped inside.

Jane was stuck, barely breathing, only able to watch, mesmerized as the strong, independent, and sexy, love of her life came alive in front of her. She strode quickly, stopping in the doorway to see Maura lying on the bed, a vision in pale purple lace and creamy skin, one leg propped up like a swimsuit model. Jane grinned, "Really?"

Maura was laughing now as she lay down, throwing her head back, "Just come here."

"If you say so," Jane reached the edge of the bed, crawling forward on hands and knees until she hovered over Maura.

"Jane, now you have too many clothes on now." She tugged again at Jane's sweater, helping her out of it and pulling the camisole off next. She ran her hands up to cup Jane's breasts, neither of them breathing in that moment.

Jane quivered above her, "Maura." It was a question, pleading, and a statement, full of relief.

Her hands moved to the taut skin of Jane's stomach, fingers fumbling with the button of her slacks. Jane rolled to one side to kick them free, before she met Maura, bodies finally coming together.

Desire coursed through their bodies as hands moved feverishly to remove the final barriers that lay between them.

Their kisses were eager, greedy and demanding. They were too lost in each other, even in fumbling to choreograph this first dance.

They came apart, one after the other, backs arching and breathing heavy. They moved slowly, hands roaming and light kisses keeping the rhythm as they came back down to earth.

They lay sated and happy, bodies still shaking with the intense outburst of desire. The sheet lay tangled around their waist and the duvet forgotten on the floor; both were too tired and boneless to cover themselves.

"I love you, you know." Jane whispered, playing with Maura's hair.

Maura laughed, "You say that now."

"I said that before, but definitely now. You are amazing."

"You're not so bad yourself Jane."

They laughed together, the friction of their bodies quickening their breath, and lighting the fire for round two.

When Jane woke in the middle of the night, there was a split second of disorientation. First she saw the familiar glowing digits of Maura's clock and it grounded her, reassured her of where she was. She'd spent many nights here, in Maura's bed. But this was a night of firsts.

Maura.

Her senses slowly reawakened and she could feel the warm weight of Maura's leg sprawled across her hips, her arm resting on her chest.

She inched out, desperate not to wake her as she moved to the bathroom to get a glass of water. Standing there in the doorway when she got back, she saw the moonlight turning Maura's hair to silver ribbons across the pillow and her skin milky white.

She stood motionless, just watching the fantasy before her; when the blonde shivered and she tiptoed back to bed. As the mattress dipped down, Maura sighed, turning over in her sleep. Jane slid in beside her, pulling her close and tucking the blankets around them. She ran a hand up and down Maura's cool goose pimpled skin, and wrapped her arms around her waist to pull her closer still. Burying her nose in Maura's sweet smelling hair, she fell asleep in the familiar room, exhausted from a night of firsts.

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