Mistakes are on me ;)

See Author's Note (Chapter one)

"You have a very dirty mind, Mrs. Rizzoli," I whisper against her ear before I remove my fingers slowly, snuggling closer to her. I know I am in for some wild morning sex, because she will be horny like hell waking up, she always is after nights like this.

Jane's POV

Complaining… na… Why should I complain? Our honeymoon went perfectly to my liking so far. Being lazy most of the time, relaxing in the sun, amazing food and not to forget having a mostly, completely naked goddess around isn't something I am going to complain about. So she can't dampen my mood with words like sightseeing and shopping.

I have to pretend though… what would be the fun of it, otherwise. Maybe back in Boston I would be complaining, because we have already enough on our plate on a daily base to spend hours in boutiques, shopping for more shoes and clothes.

She is like a pouting child when she doesn't get what she wants. We are past the begging and the whining part and now she will try to bribe me with sex. I know that look.

I planted my own lazy ass onto the steps of the pool ten minutes ago. Leaning onto my elbows I look up to her, my head in the neck, throat exposed. I could eat her alive, this flawless body, the freckles spreading over her chest, the cute wrinkled nose when she smiles. I am curious to what she has in store this time.

I huff as she sits down hard on my stomach, making sure I get that she wants my attention.

Gametime!

Her nails softy scratching over my abs, a proved recipe for getting me going. She will have to do more than that, I close my eyes again. Next she rolls her hips, signaling me that she wants me to look at her. I keep her waiting for some time. When I open my eyes again she has her hands buried in her own hair, slowly letting her fingertips wander over her skin.

Starting with her neck, her chest, her breasts, her belly, her thighs. Still rolling her hips faintly she cups her own breasts. Oh boy… I am in for quiet some show. Her head thrown back into her neck the skin on her mounts telling me that her nipples are hard against Maura's palms.

I watch a droplet of water running down her abs, reaching out with my hands.

"Tzzz…tzzz, no touching," she breathes.

Slowly her hand wanders down. Index and middle finger stretched out she rolls her hips against them as she dips down.

"What a shame that you can't feel how wet I am," she moans.

Hell… this woman is going to be the death of me someday.

I watch her keep going, moving through all states.

The higher her arousal gets the harder she flushes, her breath gets stark audible, the mount of wetness getting on my stomach. Her moans getting steadier.

You have no idea how hard it is to keep my hands to myself…

She leans down, left hand next to my shoulder she hovers over me, her fingers still circling her clit. I can feel her breath on my lips but the faint distance remains between hers and mine.

She climaxes with a shuddering moan, twitching and jerking on top of me and leans further down.

"That was naughty and incredible sexy, Dr. Isles."

"I somehow needed to remind you what could be yours… if you are being nice, that's it," she moans into my ear.

Well it wasn't that bad. To be honest it actually was quiet nice. We spent hours walking over a market, holding hands. I love the easiness, being far away from Boston provides.

I love Boston and I love my, our life there but a change from time to time I learned to love, thanks to Maura.

I know I may not seem as the type for it, but I love doing things like this with her. The love of my life. Love how her face lights up over a damn piece of fruit, how her eyes glimmer with adoration, holding it under my nose for me to smell. I never saw such a beauty in small things before.

Her fingers caressing in awe over pieces of craftsmanship… woodcarvings, wax figures, candles, embroideries. Like a child, discovering the world. We had a snack for lunch at one of the food stalls. Eating with fingers, I never thought I would see Dr. Maura Isles doing so.

We ended up in a boutique too, somehow. Walking away from the market she pulled me in there suddenly. Looking around I had to smile, not any place but a lingerie-store.

"Maura, what was that back at the bullpen?" Maura's mood was not very well, all the more confusing since we were standing in a boutique.

"I couldn't stand the merely thought of someone else touching you," she whispered this low that I nearly missed it.

I turned her around, her back against the wall to our left, my right underarm coming to rest flat next to her face. Leaning in. "I wouldn't want anyone to touch me but you." I kissed the skin behind her ear, down her neck. My left pulling at the string holding the garment she just had tried on.

The silk sliding open I kiss down her neck and without any warning I close my lips around one of her already hard nipples. Her hands flew up to my head, finger grabbing into my locks, she bites her lower lip.

"The note did suggest a threesome…," Maura whispered breathlessly.

We had been sitting around the bullpen, Maura on the edge of my desk. We had laughed while she picked up the next note. She had unfolded it, still smiling. She had read it, still smiling. Suddenly her features derailed, literally. She crumbled the note in her fist…

"Over my dead body," she had growled as she had left the bullpen suddenly, leaving three stunned detectives behind and the echo of heels on the floor coating.

I follow her into the stall, closing the curtain.

"Remember the last time we went for lingerie-shopping?" I whisper down her neck wrapping my arms around her hips.

"I do," her voice wavering. "Very well, in fact."

I watch her in the mirror, dipping down my hand into her panties without hesitation. I watch her biting her lip, watch her tongue pressing against her teeth. I slowly caress her clit until she is past the simple plain arousal and then I pull my hand back.

"What are you doing," she nearly screams in a high pitched voice.

"Well… I somehow needed to remind you what could be yours… if you are being nice, that's it." I kiss her ear. "Payback is a bitch Maura."

Oddly enough it is not the sexual tension that stays as we walk back, hand in hand again through the small streets of Oia. A feeling of love, home and belonging spreading between us.

'Home is any four walls that enclose the right person' Helen Rowland once said and it's true. Home is where Maura is. The fact overpowers me every time… sitting down on a rock with Maura on my lap, leaning against each other and watching the sunset I am home. Far away from our house but still home.

I never thought someone could make me feel this way and I was lucky enough to get her to marry me. I breathe in her scent, I think I need that even more than oxygen…

"I love you more than anything," I whisper in her ear.

Counting the days for season 6, who's with me?

Have a great day :)

Sorry for the confusion about season 6, but I wrote this chapter 3 weeks ago, but thanks to my TV company I have no phone, tv and internet since 2 1/2 weeks, so I couldn't post earlier :)