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Chapter Twenty: Going Hormonal

Hot skin against her damp lips. A flat stomach – perfect abs – and well-shaped breasts that her hands and lips took time to explore meticulously as she kept on rubbing herself against a tiny bit of warm hip. She found back Jane's lips with a barely contained eager.

Deep kisses. Rough ones echoing the frenzy of their caresses. It hadn't happened in a while. A very long while now Maura thought about it. If it had ever happened at all at some point.

Jane had never been into something like that. Their love making was intense but sweet – and caring – when now they were just unleashing whatever had got accumulated within them for the past few weeks. Bracing for air, Maura abandoned her wife's lips and let them wander on her throat – bending over by the second as she felt the Italian's eagerness to go further down towards her breasts – but as Jane's hands reached her buttocks to try and push her up to reach her lower stomach and pelvis, she started smiling.

Really?

Without an ounce of hesitation – still completely breathless – Maura brought her hips to her wife's head and bit her lower lip to restrain a moan as she felt Jane's tongue suddenly brush her sensitive skin, between her legs.

Hand on the wall in front of her to hold a precarious balance, she arched her back – leaned her head backwards – and closed her eyes, abandoning herself to the pace of her hips that had subconsciously begun to accompany her wife's abstract drawings on her flesh.

She couldn't even say how it had started. They had come back home from the movies – everything had been utterly normal – then all of a sudden their clothes had littered the floor. Kitchen – stairs – and corridor. It had never taken them so long to reach their bedroom.

Yet what a sweet – intense – journey to finally let themselves fall on the mattress, already a tad dizzy after a rather successful first round.

"Oh God..."

Maura bit her lower lip and swallowed hard. She didn't want to be loud, not much for the neighborhood – houses had a good isolation system – but because she was afraid that it would scare Jane. The brunette was sweet and tender. Not very adventurous and even less rough. Not in bed.

Or at least not until tonight.

An unexpected angle made Maura gasp – arch her back even more – but before she calculated any kind of distance, she brought back her head up and bumped onto the wall in front of her.

"Ouch!"

And down. Literally. Holding her forehead in pain, the honey blonde rolled on a side and let a strange moan pass her lips.

"Shit. Are you okay, Maur'?"

If it hadn't been for the situation, the medical examiner would have found Jane's hoarse and breathless voice particularly sexy. And arousing. Or at least until she heard her wife giggle.

"C'mon, let me see. You knocked yourself out. Ha ha ha, well done!" Straddling Maura, the Italian managed to take the blonde's hand away from her forehead to check the damage but before she had a chance to say anything, the medical examiner grabbed her by the nape and resumed their rough kisses.

Not that it lasted long. Soon, Maura pushed her down her very own body; gasping for air. "I will have a bump, no worries. Just... Don't stop what you were doing."

Yep. Her priorities laid somewhere else. Blame the hormones, Isles. And her skills. You got one talented wife.

A smile on her lips, Jane obliged but miscalculated the distance with the edge of the bed and lost balance as her leg landed in the air. She fell down, grabbing Maura's waist in the process and taking her along down the mattress. The honey blonde desperately tried to clutch to the bedspread. In vain.

She simply dragged it along with her; soon followed by the sheet that covered their entangled bodies and stifled their sighs - moans - and kisses.

…

"What happened to this bed spread that it is completely torn down?"

Angela's innocent question made Maura blush. Slightly uncomfortable, the honey blonde looked down at her lap and kept on sewing back together the collateral damage of the night before.

"And what happened that you have a bump on your forehead? Did you get drunk and run in a door or something?"

Second embarrassing question. She blamed it on the hormones. Not that it had ever been very complicated to lead her to a bed but lately, she couldn't think about anything else. Poor Jane. She had badly hurt her sprained ankle while falling down from the bed the evening before as she – Dr. Maura Isles-Rizzoli, the Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth – had taken her into a whole different level of endless late night sexual activities.

You are a beast, Isles. A beast. And all you can think about right now is to do it again. Over and over again. Right? Perv!

"I might have miscalculated a distance and bumped into the wall. But I am fine. This should not have any consequence on..." On nothing. Nothing at all. Suddenly realizing that she had almost blurted out the whole pregnancy thing, Maura cleared her voice and focused back on the bed spread.

Fail. Angela hadn't missed a bit.

"I like you a lot, Maura... But please, put your clumsiness aside for a while. Once you have given birth to my healthy grandchild, you will be allowed to bump into as many walls as you want to. But for the moment... Not so much."

And right in her index finger. "Ouch!" The needle pierced the skin and let the first drop of blood embrace her skin. "What... What do you mean?"

You won't get an Oscar for that one, Isles. You are such a terrible liar.

Angela had taken her by surprise. Completely. For long seconds, she remained focused on her lap. Not brave enough to look up and face the matriarch. How had she guessed? When?

As if reading her mind – and probably her position and silence – Jane's mother shrugged and let a soft laugh pass her lips. "I had three children, Maura. I can recognize a pregnant woman when I see one..."

Oh. So it was as simple as that. No gossip, nothing. Just a chance taken at a guessing game. The scientist frowned – unsure – and bit her lower lip. "We don't... It isn't against you. We... We just wanted to make sure that I had hit the second trimester before announcing it."

Angela's fingers turned warm against her chin as she forced the honey blonde to look up at her. As she did, Maura realized that the matriarch wasn't angry nor hurt. Instead, a peaceful smile lit up her features. "I understand. I... Jane – Tommy – and Frankie don't know about it but I suffered from two miscarriages."

The news hit Maura like a ton of bricks. She hadn't expected that. Miscarriages were quite common but she hadn't assumed that Angela had gone through it. Even less on two distinct occasions.

"I am sorry."

And now what? Was she supposed to keep it for herself? Was she supposed to tell Jane or just stay there on the couch, playing the happy card now that her secret had made it to the light? And what about Angela? She couldn't keep a secret, even less such a big one. Within a minute, she would be putting them on a waiting list for the best daycare of the city.

But before she had a chance to add anything, Jane's mother stood up and adjusted her shirt. Mysterious smile on her lips.

"I have to go, now. But... Just one more thing." Pause. "I have considered you as my daughter before you became my daughter-in-law – and this hasn't changed – but please, as much as I know a lot about the hormonal frenzy you are going through right now, be more gentle in bed or else Jane will never be about to do anything but work paper as her ankle will not heal properly... And we both know this would be the nightmare of the century. For her and for everyone. Capisce?"

Angela's wink 1 – 0 Maura's mortified nod

"I don't want all the details about your sexual life but when I see your bump and Jane's swollen ankle as well as the torn bed spread, I can easily come to my own conclusions. Have fun, Maura. But be careful. It seems like you are as clumsy as the woman you have married. And believe me, I know her very well. Very, very well. Jane is Clumsy Queen."