All afternoon Jane thought about how ridiculously hot it was that Maura had stood up to Riggs. Ma's right; definitely a keeper.

However, in thinking about how possessive and dominant and hot Maura was, Jane found that she could not concentrate on her work at all. Maura was bossy and Jane found herself doing whatever Maura wanted, even if it meant sitting through a documentary when she would rather watch baseball or going to a ballet when Jane would rather play soccer.

Their relationship truly was give and take, there were so many aspects to their dynamic, and despite them having been a couple for six months, every day Maura astounded her.

Jane decided that it was time for her to spoil Maura.

Jane went to the grocery store to pick up some bits to make spaghetti Bolognese, some British strawberries and two bottles of Maura's favourite white wine as well as some beers for herself. Jane never cooked, but she wanted to do this for Maura.

Jane prepared the sauce her mother had taught her and left it on the stove to reduce. She tidied the house, prepared some strawberries for Bass and had a bath. She was never a bath person before Maura's bath, but that tub was amazing.

After her soak she settled in front of the TV, watching sport, waiting for Maura to come home.

Maura was grateful that she had been busy; all she wanted was to go home with Jane. She hadn't meant to out them, but she could see that Jane was about to blow and punch Riggs. She was used to the comments, she really didn't care, but she did not want Jane to get into trouble by defending her honour.

Maura could sense that Jane had found her outburst arousing. She deserved to have someone fight for her for a change. While Maura loved it when Jane was in control of her and pushed her body to the limits, but she also wanted to take what her body needed. She intended to that later.

As Maura arrived at home she could smell the most delicious aroma of what smelled like Angela's cooking; she was surprised when she found Jane on the sofa.

"Hi."

Jane beamed and bounced off the sofa.

"Hey baby, how was your day?"

Jane drew Maura into an embrace, kissing her deeply.

"Mmm, you taste good."

"Speaking of which, where is your mother?"

"Ma? I don't know? Why? Oh, Maur, as much as I love my mother, you didn't invite her here did you?"

"No, I just assumed that she cooked."

Jane beamed. Pleased with herself.

"I cooked. I made it. From scratch!"

Dear God, Jane looked adorable. She had cooked dinner for her and it smelled wonderful!

"I made you dinner. I thought perhaps that we could have dinner, you could have wine, I got you wine, your favourite wine and that I could massage your feet and run you a bath, and you could just relax."

They sat and had dinner with easy conversation. It turned out that Jane really was a wonderful cook, and the wine complemented the sauce perfectly. By the second glass of wine Maura was really relaxed.

Maura sat as Jane packed the dishwasher and tidied the kitchen. She looked so comfortable and so relaxed, as if for a time, the monsters that she chased down weren't out there, that balance prevailed, as least for a time.

Jane sat next to Maura and put her feet into her lap, massaging the stress and strain of the day out of the woman's body.

"How is your wine?"

"It's wonderful, Jane. Thank you."

"How about I run you a bath?"

"Yes please. I love you."

Jane felt giddy, as if she was on the top of the world. She ran Maura a bath, fetching her

lover when it was ready; feeling a chill as she watch Maura's naked form enter the water.

Jane fetched Maura's wine and set it next to her.

"Here you go, sweetheart, here is your wine. You just relax."

Jane kissed Maura's temple and left the woman to soak.

Wow, she was really being spoiled this evening. The dinner Jane had made was delicious and she was being so attentive, the foot massage had been exquisite and the little touches like the wine and the bath was so considerate. As Maura allowed the water to soothe her body she heard the beginning notes of Vivaldi's Four Seasons. Oh, Jane really was going all out.

Maura stepped out of the bath and once dried wrapped a black lace kimono around her body and put her hair up out of the way. She sat on the bed and began moisturising her legs.

Jane walked into their bedroom and saw Maura sitting on the bed rubbing lotion into her limbs. The woman really was beautiful. Everything she did was sexy. What the hell had she done to deserve this; to deserve her?

Maura looked up at Jane and smiled, the tender look on Jane's face moving something inside her.

"That was wonderful, thank you."

Jane kneeled by Maura.

"You are so beautiful and I love you, so much."

The women met in a passionate embrace. The pair moved up the bed, deepening the kiss, legs and arms tangled; squeezing the oxygen from the room.

Maura moved to lie on top of Jane.

"So are you, Jane. You are so beautiful. I am so lucky to have to have you."

The words elicited a moan from Jane. Jane's hands ran over Maura. Maura sat up to straddle Jane.

"Jane, I want to try something."

"Ok. Whatever you want honey."

"I want you to lick me."

"Ok. Move over."

"No Jane, like this. I want you to lick me."

Jane suddenly got it and grinned.

"Hell yeah."

Maura moved herself further up the bed, bracing herself against the wall and lowering herself into Jane's face.

Jane looked up to see the kimono framing Maura, looking so incredibly sexy. Her head thrown back in pleasure as she took what she wanted from Jane. Again, what the hell had she done to deserve this angel?

Jane caressed Maura's strong thighs and her buttocks, holding her in position.

Maura was in heaven; this felt so incredible. Jane's tongue darted in and out of her; the visual of looking down into Jane's eyes as she crouched on top of her was too much for Maura to take. She felt her body convulse and Jane's strong hands hold her firm and she shook uncontrollably and climaxed.

As she regained control of her legs and moved down Jane's body, she laughed, kissing Jane and tasting herself.

"One down, nine to go."