It's okay, Maura.

Baby, Let go.

Maura's orgasm rips through her with the force of an explosion, but Jane holds onto her through the whole thing, whispering in her ear. it's okay. it's okay. Her pulse is beating so hard in her neck that it hurts, and she drags in ragged breath after breath, trying to get control of her self, but her body spasms again and again, as her climax goes on and on. she pulls at Jane's shoulder blades, trying to ground herself back in reality, trying to remind herself that this is not a fantasy, but Jane. Jane, who has awakened this feeling inside of her. "Oh, God," she groans, feeling herself shudder one last time.

As she begins to come down, she feels Jane's lips on her neck. "I'm never walking away from you again. You can rage all you want at me. I'll always be right here."

But Maura pushes Jane away so she can reach the buckle on Jane's pants, wanting more reassurance than words.

"Jane," she mumbles, feeling the zipper give way, and reaching down for her own button fly, "I need to feel you...closer. Say it again. When you're closer. Please." She closes her eyes,

Jane obliges, sliding out of her pants and then slipping Maura's over her hips, placing a kiss on her hip bone that pulls a moan from the blondes throat.

For a moment, She feels nothing, and then Jane's back, slipping up her body, making sure to give Maura exactly what she's asked for. "I'm never walking away from you again," She says quietly, laying her arms on Maura's arms, stretching her legs out and tangling them in between Maura's legs. "I'll always be. right. here."

"Oh," Maura breathes, and Jane stills.

"Okay?"

"You're so...long."

"Thank you?" Jane giggles against Maura's neck.

"It's," Maura swallows, "God, it's fantastic. Your bone structure is-" But Jane kisses her. And she loses her train of thought.

She doesn't know how long they lie there, trading kisses and talking about nothing.

"You still wear boy shorts,"

"If you're going to try to convince me that thongs are 'soo comfortable,' again, I'm getting out of bed,"

"No you're not. Your body languages says you have no intention of moving from your current position,"

Jane's hand, residing for the moment in Maura's hair, tightens, "What else does my body language say, doctor?"

Maura flushes, loving the way Jane says the word doctor, and Jane snuggles closer, pulling Maura's hair gently, so that they are eye to eye.

"I mean't what I said last night, Maur" Jane says.

"What?"

"That I want to let the hurt go. I want us to let it go and...try again. If you will have me."

"Jane, what I said last night..."

"Don't apologize, Maura, I mean it."

"It was unkind."
"It was real," Jane leans in and kisses the side of Maura's mouth. "You have to start trusting that I'll stay, even if you yell. Even if it hurts for a minute. You can't try to be perfect around me. That's not a real relationship."

"I can't lose-"

"You're not gonna." Jane hugs her and Maura feels like a teenager, the way her body thrills at the closeness. She runs her hands around Jane's waist, pulling her tank top up and over her head in one swift and practiced motion. She rolls them over so that she is on top, straddling the dark haired woman, her eyes searching Jane's midsection, looking.

Maura can feel Jane's nervousness in the clenching of her stomach and the pace of her breathing, but she doesn't make any move to stop the medical examiner as she examines Jane's rib cage and stomach, running her fingers lightly over the old scar, tracing new ones for the first time.

"I fell in love with you then," She says softly, "In your arms."

Jane closes her eyes, "You had a concussion."

"I fell in love with you then," Maura insists.

Jane considers. "When you said you saw the real me," she responds. "Really saw me. That was when I loved you."

Maura smiles, "I win."

"I'm different now."

"Me too."

"But I'm still in love with you," Jane's dark eyes open with her confession, hopeful and deep and open. Waiting."

Maura settles into the crook of Jane's arm, face against her shoulder. "Me too. Of course I will have you, Jane."

"I've got some more scars," Jane says, her voice a little guilty and mostly proud. Maura nods, feeling her fingers slide over one on Jane's shoulder. She wants to learn them all.

"This one?" she says, propping herself up to look, a frown on her face, "It feels like someone...like someone..."

"Bit me?" Jane chuckles. "That's because he did. Suspect high on PCP. Bit right through my shirt. I had to get two stitches." Jane laughs at Maura's stunned face.

"Jane, that's rather serious. Drug addicts statistically have the highest-"

"Relax, Doctor Isles, I took all the necessary precautions," Jane says, pulling Maura's head back down to her shoulder.

Maura kisses the scar, and is about to scoot down and work on reacquainting herself with Jane's collarbone, when the sound of the front door being unlocked makes both women sit up.

"What?" Maura begins, but Jane leaps from the bed, with a muffled swear, sprinting from the room.

Maura follows her, arriving in the living room in time to see Jane slam the door shut just as it is being pushed open.

"MA!" Jane howls, as Angela Rizzoli makes a similar noise from the other side of the door. "That key is for EMERGENCIES. Rizzoli Sunday is NOT an emergency."

Jane looks at Maura with wide, indignant eyes, her chest heaving from the dash across the apartment. Maura puts her hand up to her mouth, covering her smile.

"Well I've been calling you and calling you, making sure that we were still on for today, but you never picked up your phone. Are you going to let me in?"

Jane looks meaningfully at Maura, who understands and bends to pick up her sweater from last night off the floor, and disappears back into her room to get dressed.

"You have to wait out there for a minute," Jane says. I'm not...dressed,"

Maura pulls on her pants, smiling as Angela's voice responds, much higher than before, "It's 11:45 in the morning, are you sick? Why didn't you call me? Did something happen?"

"No, christ..." Maura hears Jane mutter under her breath, and she laughs softly. She does a quick search of the bedroom, easily finding where Jane keeps her t-shirts, and then her pants, and grabbing a t-shirt and jeans, heads out to the living room.

"Here," she whispers to the detective, who is still pressed up against her door as though someone has threatened to kick in.

"Why would you not be dressed in the middle of the day if you weren't sick or..." Angela's voice stops abruptly, and Jane's head snaps up. Her jeans are half up her legs, and her hair is wild, hanging through her face. Maura fights the urge to press her against the door and kiss her. She looks so cute when she's disheveled, when she bites her lip nervously like that. Maura can't help the laugh that escapes her. Jane puts her finger to her lips, glaring at Maura, which only makes it harder not to laugh.

"Ma?" Jane says into the silence.

"Is Maura there?" Angela asks, her voice full of ill concealed excitement.

"MA!" Jane stomps her foot like a child.

"Okay, okay. I'll give you girls a second to get yourselves together," Angela is practically singing. "I take it that your brother has not arrived yet. He's as bad as picking up the phone as you are."

"Oh my God," Jane says, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"Take your time," Angela calls, "As long as you need."

Jane opens her mouth to respond, but Maura steps forward and puts her hand over her lips. "Thank you Angela," She calls, trying not to laugh, as Jane's eyes widen in horror.

"I WIN! I TOTALLY WON THAT!" Frankie jumps up and attempts to moonwalk around the coffee table, which is hindered by the fact that Jane has jumped onto his back.

"You're such a cheater, I called bullshit on you like fifty times! There's no way you had a two! I had ALL THE TWOS!"

Maura and Angela lean back out of the way of Jane's feet as Frankie swings her around, trying to throw her off.

"Be careful, you two!" Angela scolds, but her face is shining with tears of laughter. She grips Maura's bicep as the brother and sister topple to the floor, "God, it always ends like this. Two weeks ago, Frankie shoved Jane into on of my good vases, broke it beyond repair.

Maura winces a little, watching Jane grapple for dominance over her much bigger younger brother. "Was it this card game then too?" They've been playing Bullshit. A card game that necessitates lying in order to get rid of your cards as fast as possible. When someone suspects you of lying, they call you on your bullshit, and you have to take all the cards from the pile. Needless to say, Maura ends the game with almost half the deck in her possession, and Jane and Frankie were locked in a furious race to victory.

"No. Yahtzee, if you can believe that," Angela laughs, "I have yet to find a game for these two that doesn't end in a wrestling match."

"You do this every Sunday?" Maura asks, not taking her eyes of the wrestling duo.

"As regularly as we can, if Jane's not working a case or doesn't get called in," Angela touches the wood of coffee table to ward off the jinx, and Maura bites back her explanation of why that gesture is futile. The night has been reminiscent of times gone by, although with much more alcohol. They had ordered pizza, and Angela had tried, unsuccessfully, to get her children to talk about something other than police work. Maura had tried to bow out of the dinner, but Frankie and Angela wouldn't hear of it. Best of all was when Maura had still been unsure about staying, Jane had squeezed her hand, and said, "please?" And Maura had not been able to do anything but nod.

One of Jane's foot sails within an inch of Maura's wine glass, and Angela snatches it and stands up. "Oh," she scoffs, "you two!" She reaches out and helps Maura to her feet and they take refuge in the kitchen, where the remnants of the pizza from earlier need to be put away.

"Thank you," Maura says, opening a cabinet in search of Aluminum foil, "for letting me stay."

Angela looks up from the sink, surprised, "Of course, Maura," she says, "I know I didn't seem very happy at your return, but it was just so unexpected."

Maura nods, "For me too."

"An Jane seems so strong," Angela says as though she hasn't really heard, "But she's been through so much."

Maura pauses wrapping the leftover pizza. "You're talking about Hoyt," Maura says, and Angela flinches at the name.

"I'm talking about all of it," She says simply, and Maura nods. "She's seems so resilient, so incredibly in control," Angela says, "But I think things get to her. Like anyone."

"She's incredible. Period," Maura says, smiling. In the living room, Jane has bested Frankie, has him pinned to the floor, and is demanding he admit to cheating.

Maura realizes something with a jolt. "Angela? Where's Tommy?" It hasn't even dawned on her until now that the youngest Rizzoli is missing.

Angela's face darkens, "He's...he's in Jail." She says.

"Oh," Maura reaches out and grips Angela's wrist, "I- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."

But she doesn't get any farther, because her phone goes off on the kitchen counter, the ring tone telling her it is work.

She squeezes Angela's arm in apology, and picks it up, "Isles,"

In the living room, she sees Jane stand up, phone to her ear too.

"Rizzoli."

Hi everyone! Hope your weekends were good! I've been away from the internet. But that's lucky for you, because I drafted 10 chapters while away. Which means double time updates for you this week!

Hope you'll keep reading, keep enjoying and keep letting me know.

happy reading!

t.c.