Soooo this is Rizzles time. First time. So I'm guessing this is a bit of an M rated chapter, but this is what you're here for, right? Thanks to all of you who reviewed.

Moonstruck chapter 21

Jane had been called out for a pack emergency in the middle of the night. Maura had begged her to not leave, not go, because she might as well have a target on her chest. She was a werewolf and it seemed to be enough for anybody to fire a silver bullet into her. Jane had shaken her head and given her a sad smile.

''It's my job, Maur.'' She had whispered and left without a second word.

Vince Korsak would be spending the night negotiating with the chief of police and the minister of Defense, trying to smoothen out the outbreak. He had taken five of his best wolves with him and Jane had taken it badly when he had not requested her. ''You're the Executioner.'' He had said. ''You're too important and you can't get involved in official pack business, the Executioner is supposed to be an objective party.'' He had looked at the blond woman and he had caught the way she was looking at Jane. ''Please Jane, you need to keep the Necromancer safe.''

Yet Jane had left. Frost was there and so was Frankie, she knew they were just outside her house, staking out her house. They were both human, Maura had been surprised to find out, more surprised than she was when she found out Jane had not one but two brothers. The young man was the spitting image of his sister, dark hair and strong face. Jane had barely given him a nod as she left but the fact that she trusted him to keep Maura safe was enough of an acknowledgment.

She waited and waited, soothing Danny to sleep and wishing someone was there to soothe her instead. She called Jane a ridiculous amount of times only to get no answer and when the first rays of sunshine came through she was still very much awake, silent tears running down her face. She felt her heart thudding in her chest, the fear of never seeing Jane again hijacking every intelligent and rational thought in her mind, a fear she never knew or expected to have. She wanted to believe that if something bad had happened to her she would somehow be able to feel it but she realised she was wrong when she felt a hand on her back.

She looked up just as Jane placed a gentle kiss on her temple. She had never heard her come, she must have fallen asleep.

''Hey...'' The Detective said hesitantly. ''Why aren't you resting?''

Maura rose so abruptly from the armchair she had been slumped into that she lost her footing and had to grab Jane for support. ''I'm sure!'' She said, urgently.

''What do you mean?'' Jane asked, her hands ghosting over Maura's arms for support. ''What are you sure about?''

''I want to be with you.''

Six words. Six words that held so much more meaning. That said, I love you, and I'm scared to say so. Said, I don't want to be on my own, I want to wake up in your arms every morning. I want you to love me. Jane swallowed.

''Maura...'' She said carefully. ''You...''

''I'm sure.'' The Doctor cut in. ''I'm sure about it. Please Jane, I don't want you to leave me.''

I want to be loved, her eyes said. I want you to show me how it feels.

''Okay...'' Jane whispered, and with the same breath she spoke she leaned in to brush her lips over Maura's. It was a slow, chaste kiss, testing the waters. Only when she pulled away to check Maura's reaction did the Doctor take in the state of her clothes, torn and bloody, soiled with mud as if she had been in a struggle. She opened her mouth to ask about it but Jane stopped her with another kiss. ''Another time.'' She said. She stole a glance at the sleeping baby and took Maura's hand, leading her to the bedroom.

Maura obliged to Jane's silent request and laid down on the bed closing her eyes and sighing momentarily when the Detective's teeth grazed just under her ear. She felt hands unbuttoning her blouse and she screwed her eyes shut tight. Jane's lips stopped their journey down her neck and Maura felt a hand on her cheek.

''Open your eyes baby...'' She heard her say.

Maura shook her head and Jane's weight stopped being pressed over her body. Eventually when she did open her eyes she found that the Detective was resting over her on her elbows.

''What is it?'' She asked the Doctor and Maura's reply was swallowed by tears. ''Maur?''

''I'm scared.'' The honey blond admitted, her hazel eyes full of apology and shame.

''Why?'' Jane shifted, to kneel between the Doctor's thighs but didn't make any move to touch her, aware that the woman had been used and abused in the past by the man she needed to love her the most.

''I'm...'' She quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand but it didn't help since more her flooding down her cheeks. ''I'm scared you'll see me and...'' She paused again to swallow. ''The freckles and... after Danny stretch marks... and my God she...Jasmine, she was so beautiful...so perfect... and I...''

''Shhh...'' Jane whispered, kissing the tear tracks on each cheek bone, as she worked on unbuttoning her own shirt and throwing it on the floor. She stood in front of Maura, in her black bra and jeans and brought the woman's hands up to touch her stomach. She let her trace the ugly scars that covered her abdomen, the scars Maura had seen before but only dreamed of touching. But to Maura at that moment they were not ugly or unattractive, they were just... Jane. And she loved all of Jane. She followed them until the disappeared into the Detective's jeans and with a short look she got permission to unbutton them. When Jane slipped them off to stay in her boy shorts Maura traced them over her hip bone and stopped when the Detective held her hands out, palms up. One raised scar in each palm, white and stiff. ''I'm not perfect...'' Jane said, as Maura's fingertips tentatively run over each scar. ''And maybe you aren't either, but for me you're just right.'' With that she slowly pushed the Doctor back down on the bed and begun a trail of kisses that ended on her freckled chest, making sure she paid special attention on each angel's kiss.

When she looked back up Maura was crying again but it was a different kind of tears and Jane focused on the task at hand. Slowly she helped Maura get rid of the blouse and for some time she just focused on kissing the top the breasts that showed through her simple white bra and then trail lower down to her stomach, using her pointer fingers to lower Maura's pajama bottom.

''I'm not Dennis.'' She said, her voice low and raspy but tender. ''You can tell me no.'' She kissed the spot just above Maura's navel and felt her shiver. ''You can tell me stop and I will stop.''

She run her hands down the silky white thighs and when she reached back up to Maura's hips again the Doctor put a hand on her chest, stopping her.

''Jane...'' She said. ''I don't... I'm...''

''What is it...?'' Jane asked, backing up as Maura sat up.

''I've never...'' The blond stuttered. ''Uh...'' Her voice faltered. ''I've never been with a woman before.'' She finally said, through her teeth. ''What if... I don't know how to...'' She looked away, allowing Jane to see a glimpse of the vulnerability she hid so well behind her cold doctor's facade. ''What if I cant make you...uh...'' She cleared her throat. ''Studies suggest that a large percentage of women aren't aware of how to please their same sex partner the first time they-''

''Shhh...'' Jane laughed, and brought her lips to Maura's with the same laugh. ''Tonight is just about you.'' Maura would deny it if anyone asked her but it felt amazing how Jane's arm went around her to expertly unclasp her bra. ''I don't need a study to tell me how to make you feel good.'' She kissed her again, pushing her back down on the bed. ''If anything doesn't feel right you can stop me.'' She brought her lips on the top of one breast. ''Okay?''

''Uhuh...'' Maura muttered, her eyes closed but this time in pleasure and not discomfort. She wondered if it was bad to feel this good when the world was practically falling apart outside their house. Yet tonight that bed was the safe haven she had been looking for all her adult life and as Jane got rid of her underwear, the last piece of clothing, she saw in her memories Dennis and his pitiful flirting, and the times not even full intercourse could make her shiver like Jane's simple touches and kisses in the most innocent of places could.

Instinctively she reached to put her arms around the Detective and she held onto the firm muscles of her back, feeling the strength in the lithe body and marveling how it was used to make her feel good instead of cause her harm. Jane was everything Dennis had never been, gentle and attentive, caring and slow. Her husband, she wondered if she should call him ex husband now, had never been concerned about what she got out of their intimacy and usually Maura would find herself awake after he was finished and sleeping, feeling incomplete and not having gotten anything out of their time together, wondering if she should do something about it. But most times she would be too tired and turned off that she would quietly get out of bed and shower, just to wash him and any trace of his smell and touch off of her.

She could feel Jane's muscles ripple with the effort of hovering over her, her bare thigh grinding against Maura where she wanted her the most, supporting her weight with her hands, yet it looked like no effort at all as she moved and explored tirelessly with her mouth. For a few minutes Maura reached a state where she was just flying, or rather floating, her eyes closed, the image of Jane's muscular arms and shoulders flexing imprinted in her memory. She reached an embryonic like sensation where she felt warm and safe and protected, and suddenly nothing outside this bed mattered. The world could go to hell, she thought, as long as she could stay like this forever.

A long time later she found herself waking up naked. At first she was confused and unsure of her surroundings but immediately she felt another warm body wrapped around hers and it didn't have the coarseness of Dennis' touch. She couldn't even remember the last time he had held her in her sleep, if ever and this person didn't snore. She recognised the scar on the hand that intertwined hers and she sighed with contentment, closing her eyes again and settling better against Jane.

''Are you okay?''

She felt the Detective's chest rumble on her back as she spoke and she almost didn't answer because she wanted to feel it again.

''More than okay...'' She said again, and she was surprised at how weak her voice sounded and how weak her body felt, how exhausted and yet completely full. A pang of guilt prickled her awake. ''But you didn't... I mean what about you...?'' She felt Jane kiss her shoulder.

''I know.'' She said, caressing the soft skin of Maura's arm. ''I told you, tonight is all about you, not me.'' Another kiss. ''Do you want to take a bath?''

''Mmm...'' It sounded good, it sounded amazing actually, but...'' I don't know if I can walk there...'' Maura giggled, blushing.

She gasped slightly, feeling Jane lift her off the bed as easily as she would lift Danny. She hummed with delight and settled her head on her chest, aware that Jane was still in her underwear and hadn't undressed completely. Somehow it left more to be desired and was a turn on instead of a bad thing. Maura let herself be carried and closed her eyes, sighing when she was being lowered into a bathtub full of warm and lavender scented water. She only opened them when she felt with surprise Jane settle behind her, her clothes messily tossed on the floor.

Instead of complaining she moved her body closer, flush against Jane's chest and the Detective slowly rubbed a wash cloth on her shoulders, then her neck, massaging her back as she went lower.

''Everything okay?'' She asked again and Maura shuddered at the sound of her voice.

''Perfect.'' She said and she more felt than saw Jane smile.

What do you guys think? I haven't written romance or this sort of scenes before so if you have any tips or constructive criticism I'm open to your ideas. I hope you liked my take on first time Rizzles
LK