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**This chapter rated M for explicit adult scenes – (no violence or profanity)

The food Rob had ordered now stayed covered on the kitchen bar. Maura and Rob had earlier had half each of a club sandwich, and now they continued their conversation sipping cups of coffee. Maura leaned back against him, as he sat in the corner of the sofa with his 'stockinged' feet on the edge of the coffee table.

Without going into the full details, to illustrate what she had meant about her's and Jane's 'hair-curling' and hair-raising experiences, Maura briefly elaborated on Charles Hoyt and his accomplices, Dennis Rockmond, Dominick Bianchi, and even Dr Victoria Nolan and her son. She finished up jokingly making light of it, calling it 'all in a day's work'.

"After we turned in last night Rick told me about some psychopath pinning Jane's hands to the ground with scalpels. That's that Hoyt person you just mentioned?" Rob confirmed, as Maura nodded.

Reflectively, he added "I hadn't really looked that closely at her hands so far. Of course now I will steal a glance..not morbid curiosity, you understand, but caring curiosity."

As he saw Maura searching for the words, he continued. "Yes, I realize, she's self conscious. Rick told me that too."

He continued charmingly: "Yet none of this sordid 'work' ever tarnishes your pristine image, Maura, my sweet. You always look 'as pure the driven snow'."

Maura laughed, and thanked him for the compliment with suspicion in her tone. "Are you mocking me, Rob? I'm used to Jane doing it. But you know if I wanted to turn it on you," she gave him a mischievous look, "I'd have a lot to work with!"

"I'm not mocking you. You're an ideal among women; your softness, your sweetness, you wear your clothes beautifully, lovely skin.."

"Rob..." Maura started squirming away from the hands that touched, and touched, and touched some more!

"You've got gorgeous hair." He played with it with both hands. "It's soft and lustrous. Who does it?"

Before she could be carried further away with talk of hair and hairdressers, the sound of the door unlocking instantly jerked Maura's attention to it, and she was out of his hands, and on her feet in a second.

She slipped into her sandals, and was walking toward the door as Jane stepped through it with Rick close behind her. Maura stopped in her tracks, and so did Jane. They stared at each other for a few seconds.

"JANE!" That one word spoke volumes of powerless, pent-up emotion!

"Maura.." Big brown eyes, wide and pleading, looked about to burst into tears.

"JANE!" Hazel eyes fought also back tears, trying to stay firmly angry.

"Maura..please.." Jane took a couple steps toward her.

"Jane..." Finally sighing in surrender, "Are you..alright?"

They reached each other, and Jane allowed herself to collapse in Maura's arms, laying her head on Maura's shoulder. Holding her with one arm, a hand massaged Jane's shoulders, as the other wondered, almost involuntarily, in a cursory examination of various areas to check for minor injuries.

They stood in silence for a few seconds, allowing their breathing to return to normal. And even in this innocent embrace, they both felt the stirring of passion at their centres, seeking release in their high emotional state.

Conscious of the fact that they weren't alone, they broke apart, and both men also felt like they could move from their frozen positions, following the last few intense minutes.

Jane shed her jacket, and started walking gingerly over to the sofa. Maura and both guys hovered around to help her get there, although she made it on her own. She started to sit, trying to look as normal as possible, but couldn't help wincing at one point.

Rob bent down and hugged Jane gently, saying he was glad to have her back 'home', not too hurt; as Maura reached for Rick, thanking him for taking care of Jane, and getting her safely back.

Rick went to the kitchen bar, and reached for a sandwich quarter. He finished it in 2 bites before moving on to the next. Then both men went into their room, and closed the door.

Making her way back to the kitchen bar, Maura called to Jane in the living room. "Jane you must be hungry."

She placed 2 sandwich quarters on a side-plate, and brought it to the coffee table. She then offered Jane some of the decaf coffee she'd made earlier, even suggesting a shot of Rob's St Remy be poured in. Jane said that sounded great!

Then Maura asked: "Would you rather go lie down in the bedroom?"

When Jane said she'd rather stay in the living room, Maura got her a pillow, and a sheet to spread on the sofa. She then perched on the edge of one of the chairs; watching as Jane ate a quarter of a sandwich. Taking a sip of her spiked coffee, Jane leaned back, closed her eyes, and exhaled in another moment of thankfulness.

Maura opened her mouth to speak a couple of times, before said, "So, Jane..this..flying car..thing.." Shaking her head, Maura trailed off, not really knowing what to ask first.

"Maur.."

"Do you have some kind of death wish!?"

"It really wasn't supposed to be.." Jane started to explain, but Maura cut her off.

"Honestly, I don't understand you, sometimes! Is it necessary to your happiness that you take these kinds of chances?"

Maura stood up and walked to the window. Jane leaned forward, still seated.

"I can't believe I nearly lost you, again, this afternoon, Jane!" Maura shouted, increasingly distraught.

"I know you have a dangerous job, but this wasn't part of that job. Honestly, sometimes, I think you really go too far!"

"Maura, you don't understand! Something went wrong. Just let me explain.."

She didn't. Instead Maura ranted a bit more, hinting at not being up to staying with Jane, feeling unimportant, the possibility that they're totally incompatible, and almost every negative thought that crossed her mind. Jane listened with the occasional somewhat angry eye-roll, and a few times tried to get a word in.

Eventually she shouted, "Maura, would ya just shaddup a minute!"

"Jane Rizzoli! Did you just tell me to 'shut up'?!"

"Yes, Maur. Because I need you to..shut-up..for a minute."

Having heard raised voices, Rob and Rick came tentatively back out into the kitchen area, (their bedroom being right next to it). They took in the scene in the living room with a mixture of intrigue and distress, both wondering if they should intervene in some way.

Barely aware of their presence, Maura continued less hysterically, taking a deep breath: "What were you thinking, Jane? Or rather, what were you thinking of? As your life flashed before you, as you faced death, again! Did you think of the people in your life, your family..me? Or was it mostly about, oh..perhaps..a kind of pizza you still wanted to try?

Jane rolled her eyes. "No! Maura," Jane now stood up to walk toward her. "Sweetie, I thought of you, really, only you! Maur, you don't know how scared I was at...never seeing you again. You were all I thought of!"

She reached for Maura's hands, but Maura pulled them back, and took a step away.

The men exchanged a sideways glance at each other, barely taking their eyes away from the tense scene before them. At this point Maura and Jane redirected their attention to their audience.

All four of them looked awkwardly from one to the other, before Rob took the initiative, smiled reassuringly at the women, and asked, "Is there anything we can do for you?"

They both smiled back at him in thanks, then shook their heads, dejectedly.

Then he said to Rick: "Let's give them some privacy to chat, and do..whatever..they need."

In an attempt to ease the tension, Rick's ill-timed humour threw match into the puddle of gasoline. Though addressing Rob in a lowered voice, both women still heard: "What if this turns into a serious cat-fight."

Switching direction, Jane attacked: "Did you say 'cat-fight'?!" Neither she nor Maura were in the mood to be joked with, and they took a couple ferocious steps in his direction.

He held up his hands to stop them, smiling and shaking his head, "Sorry. I'm just being a big, dumb man!"

"Don't worry, we're going." Rob said, looking toward the women.

"OK, Ouutt!" He grasped Rick's shoulders to steer him toward the door. As Rob nudged him past them, Rick grabbed another 2 sandwich quarters, and wrapped them in a napkin to go.

Calling over his shoulder, Rob said, "We'll be back in half an hour, forty-five minutes."

Suddenly feeling the effects of her traumatic afternoon, Jane sat back down exhausted, and reached for her coffee. Before taking a sip, she poured in some more brandy.

Maura came up behind the sofa, and bend down over Jane, wrapped her arms around her shoulders, and rubbed her cheek against Jane's.

"God, Jane. I don't know what I'd ever do.."

She kissed Jane's cheek, her jawline, and down her neck to her clavicle. Jane reached up and back around Maura's neck,and Maura let her head fall on Jane's shoulder for a few minutes.

Maura continued. "I realize that you weren't being purposely reckless, but my God, Jane!"

The sofa back was wide enough for Maura to climb up and straddle the length of it, as her arms pulled Jane into the long, emotion-drenched kiss they both needed by this point! And eventually, Maura allowed herself to gently slide down into Jane's lap.

They kissed and cuddled a bit more in that position, then Maura repositioned herself, sitting on the edge of the sofa seat with Jane further against the backrest, now almost lying down.

With a strange look in her eye that Jane could not decipher, Maura took her forefinger and traced around Jane's facial features, down her neck, down her stomach, and between her legs.

Then with a mischievous tone in her voice, she looked Jane in the eye, and said: "You like danger? Fine! We're going to have a little of my kind of danger right now!"

Cupping Jane's face in a way so rough, it was very nearly a slap, Maura locked her lips to Jane's, pinned her in place with her own body, while her other hand wrapped firmly and possessively around Jane's breast. She then moved her leg up onto the sofa to place her knee between Jane's legs. Her left hand moved from Jane's face to behind her neck, as the right went around Jane's waist to pull her closer.

In sentence fragments, between the almost savage kisses, Jane jokingly pointed out that some of the things Maura had already done with her this weekend were more 'dangerous' than anything she could come up with on her own!

"I'm going to have my way with you right here! And once I get going, you won't know whether to beg me to stop, or beg for more! I don't even care if the men come back and find us at it!

Hungrily claiming Jane's mouth again, Maura's tongue thrust deeply and aggressively; her emotions running riot as frustration, anger, love and desire bubbled to the surface at once.

Jane lay on her back, (having been gently tackled into that position when Maura took control). Maura straddled her, thighs on either side; running her hands over Jane's body, in a strange combination of sexual caress, and medical examination.

As slightly moist dark brown eyes met fiery hazel, Jane felt wonderfully vulnerable as Maura's sexual prowess and love power ramped up more with each passing moment. She was happy to have it break her down completely, because she knew how carefully Maura would put her back together again. Swept away in the delirium of it, Jane momentarily didn't even worry about the men walking in on them!

Maura undid the buttons of her blouse, took it off, and threw it behind her. She then reached for Jane's t-shirt, and started to pull it over her head, a few seconds before Jane realized what was happening, and raised her arms in cooperation. With every move, Maura walked a delicate line between rough passion, and keeping her touch light and tender where Jane might be sore.

In one agile movement, Maura swung off Jane to stand beside the sofa. She immediately reached for the button and fly of Jane's jeans, had them undone, and was pulling them off. Jane lifted her butt, knowing those jeans were coming off.. the easy way, or the hard way. And when grabbing the jeans, Maura pulled the panties with them.

"Sweetie, before we...I need to go..." Jane started to get up off the sofa.

"You're not going anywhere!"

Maura quickly and carefully sat back down on the edge of the sofa, leaning in and over Jane's middle section. Impulsively she captured Jane's mouth again briefly, as her left hand went behind and under to unhook Jane's bra; while with perfect precision, her right hand was ready to pull it away from Jane's chest, and up through her arms, Maura's own upper body keeping Jane pinned in place. She dropped Jane's bra on the floor beside the sofa.

"Maura.."

"What, Jane?"

Maura unhooked her own bra, and threw it behind her, as she'd done with her blouse. Still keeping an increasingly fidgety Jane pinned, leaning sideways over her, and causing their breasts and nipples to brush and bounce against each other, Maura started wriggling out out of her Capris. In the process she kicked Jane's bra further under the sofa.

"Maurraa, going without anything in my stomach all afternoon, I'm kinda filled up with..air. If you don't let me up, I'm gonna do something embarrassing."

"It's really just that...just air, Jane.

"Loud, smelly air.." Jane pointed out.

"Not always. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time I've been there. You've passed gas in your sleep at least once or twice." Maura said with a slight grin.

"Well, since we're talking about it, so have you."

"Really?" Maura replied, only mildly surprised. "OK. So..we've both done it." Maura turned to finish removing her pants, and leaned a bit more heavily on her captive. "There's nothing really to be embarrassed about. Remember Jane, I'm a doctor."

"Well... Ow! Doctor, would ya mind getting your elbow out of my ribs."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jane." Maura immediately shifted her position. "Let me...kiss it better for you. "Mmm mm mm mm." Maura made loud lip smacking noises, and they both giggled.

"Anyway, it's no big deal. Let's break down another barrier between us, and feel..freer, more intimate."

Maura now got back up on the sofa, and knelt above Jane with one thigh between Jane's legs. Supporting herself on her her elbows, she bent over, kissed her shoulder, and worked her way up her neck to her cheek.

As she kissed Jane's ear, she whispered, "It's just me. Let it go."

Jane laughed, making her middle section shake, and causing her to wince a bit, before she continued in a low raspy voice. "Maura, you're going all weird..dominatrix, on me! OK, but remember you told me to."

Jane's outside leg was bent up at the knee, and when she let it go, although not that loud, it sounded exactly like what it was, and Maura felt slight gush of air on her knee. There was only a hint of an odour, but enough for Maura's sensitive nostrils to detect, and for her inquiring mind to start trying to detect it's composition. Then she stopped, mentally chiding herself: "This is too curious, even for you!"

"There...that wasn't so hard was it?" Maura said, as she turned around to grab the throw blanket at the other end of the sofa.

She then straightened out to lie down beside Jane; the sofa had a fairly deep seat, making it comfortable for two to lie closely side by side.

"I can't believe you now even have me farting in front of you!" Jane said with amused resignation, shifting to allow Maura to snuggle closer, as they positioned the small blanket over them. Both sighed contentedly, and hugged more tightly, caressing wherever the freer arm, and hand could reach.

After a few minutes lying with her eyes closed, more of the day's tension draining away, Jane turned her head to kiss Maura's temple.

"Maur, I can't imagine my life without you. I don't want to make any promises, I won't keep, but I swear to you that I desperately want us to have a long, long life together! I have more to live for with you, than with anyone else I've ever known, or will ever know!"

Jane shifted to allow them to gaze briefly into each others eyes. Their lips met for a couple chaste kisses; noses and lips then dreamily brushed over each others faces, tracing the outlines of their features.

When Jane closed her eyes again, Maura shifted up to kiss her eyelids. Jane smiled, and tightened her arms around Maura.

With their lips almost touching, Maura sighed. "Jane..Oh, Jane. I love you so much..it's.. frightening!"

"Love you too, sweetie; with all my heart." She whispered back.

Maura moved her hand down between Jane's legs, occasionally allowing her middle fingertip to brush Jane's clit. She left her hand there, the contact even sparking arousal between her own legs, and they each sighed in deep contentment, so happy to be together again.

And although not as she had originally imagined, Maura had had her way with Jane. Both exhausted in different ways, they drifted to sleep, right there in the living room, under a small blanket that barely covered their tingling bodies; their clothes discarded wantonly around them.

More than 40 minutes had passed when, Jane first, opened her eyes, and gradually remembered where she was, and how she came to be there.

"Maur..Maur, sweetie, wake up." Jane started to shift as though to get out from under Maura; as she looked at her watch, and quickly realized that it was nearly an hour since the guys had left. As Maura slowly came out of her sleep, Jane also thought to listen, to see if she could hear any sounds indicating they were already back. But instead, she heard nothing.

"Maur, they're gonna be back any minute! And I sure as hell don't want them coming in to find us both naked on the living-room sofa! We've gotta collect up our clothes, and get into the bedroom..now!"

Stretching lazily, as she threw off the mini-blanket, Maura was not panicked, or even hurried about removing herself from her present position. After a couple of minutes she sat up. Meanwhile, with the occasional wince, or "ow!", Jane hurriedly collected up her jeans, (with the panties in them), her t-shirt, sneakers and socks, and went into the bedroom.

Maura methodically picked up her clothes and hung them over her left arm, and carried her shoes in that hand. Instead of heading straight into the bedroom, she walked over into the kitchen. She shivered a bit as the cold from the tiles on the soles of her feet, worked it's way up her body. She dropped her sandals to the floor, and slipped them on. Next, she got a glass out of the cupboard, and opened the fridge.

Jane appeared at their bedroom door. "Maura, what hell are ya doing?! Get in here!"

Seeing that Maura wasn't carrying the pillow and sheet, Jane quickly went over to get them, reaching for the pillow from behind the sofa, and pulling the sheet up sheet over its back.

"I'm getting a glass of juice."

"Well hurry it up, and get your ass in here!" Jane suggested strongly, hugging herself, starting to feel a little cold standing there without a 'stitch' of anything around her.

Maura sent her a teasing smile as she shook her head, and took the first sip of her juice.

Suddenly there were approaching voices outside in the hall. The women exchanged glances; Jane's, a look of panic, Maura's, a look of relaxed anticipation.

The voices grew clearer, the closer they got. When they stopped outside the door, they were completely recognizable as Rob and Rick.

"Mrrraa!" Jane hissed from the bedroom door, in a last, urgent, loud whisper!

Her movements still cool and calm, and mischievously cutting it close, Maura padded through the kitchen area. She was still meandering across the foyer in her brazen nakedness, (driving Jane crazy in more ways than one), as they heard the key card being inserted on the other side of the door.

Jane's eyes darted to the front door, and she stared at it for long seconds, transfixed in a kind of terror; (for the second time that day). As the latch released and front door swung open, Maura reached the bedroom, slipped inside, and closed the door.

Thanks for reading. Will try to update within next few days. :)