Maura POV

You arrive after about half an hour, which seems endless to me. I've tried to pull myself together, to analyze the situation clearly, but it all depends on what you will or won't tell me as soon as you walk through that door. I see you come in and I know right away that you're restless, I just have to look at you to know it, but you try to disguise it in every way.

"Hi Jane, how was it then?" I'm asking you, as I get closer to you. Then I freeze, realizing I was coming to you to kiss you, like I always do, but now I can't, I can't do it. You put the boxes in the lobby and I see you didn't stop to get anything to eat.

"Well, all good… I've officially left my apartment and these are the last two boxes with my stuff in them. I handed the keys to old Bernie… everything's fine," you say, conveniently avoiding my gaze.

"Didn't you stop to get food? If you want I left you some vegan meatballs that are great"

"Where did you get dinner?" you ask, while you look at the packaging, reading the name of the restaurant, written on it. Address included. And in that moment you freeze, stuck. You know that restaurant is near the Dirty Robber, and you even remember putting your car not too far from there.

You must have realized there's a chance I saw something, but it seems like your brain is coming up with all of them to convince you it would be too absurd a coincidence. I'm calling your name to try to get you back from your thoughts.

Jane POV

I'm stuck reading that address. Fortunately, you distract me by saying my name, as if to wake me from the trance that I must appear to have entered. But I feel the agitation is taking hold of me. I look up and looking at you I notice something's wrong, it almost seems like you... cried? No, come on, it can't be… but I read the address of the restaurant where you picked up your dinner, my car was right there… I can't hold your gaze. It's asking me for answers... and I'm afraid I've understood which is the question.

"Hey Maura... is something wrong?" I ask you, trying to solve the riddle that's tormenting me. I walk up to you, and as soon as I touch your arm, I feel you're stiff.

"I don't know, Jane… you tell me if something's wrong", and as you say that, you turn around and look me right in the eye. Why I was so stupid, I wonder.

"I saw Casey"... I admit, which I realize I should have done a while ago.

"I know...but maybe there's something else you want to tell me, Jane?" you answer me. Your voice is so... resigned, as you ask me this question.

"He kissed me"... I say, as I see tears coming down your face, that without them it would be pure impassibility. You've seen everything. It's the only way I can explain the composure of your reaction. You don't say a word, I'm sure you're weighing every word ready to come out of your mouth, but none of them seem right to you. You're afraid to say something you'd regret. So I take the opportunity to explain and soothe the tornado I hear is sweeping you.

"...he kissed me, he took me by surprise. I wasn't prepared for that… but as soon as I realized what he was doing, I gave him a slap in the face that I think he'll take a while to forget!" I sound smug as I say it, almost as smug as I was when I gave him that slap. God, my hand went on throbbing most of the way in the car on the way back here. Your expression changes… you don't know what I'm talking about, I can see it in your face. You saw us, I get it… but apparently you didn't see the whole scene.

"Mhmm, are you serious? And I'm supposed to believe you, just like that?" you tell me, battled whether or not to convince you of what I just told you.

"It's the truth... I was a fool not to tell you he asked me to meet, but there's no one in the world who wants to kiss but you!"

You still don't seem convinced by my words.

"I was there, Jane… I saw you… I saw him kissing you… and then I couldn't handle it, I ran away… I couldn't see you with him, so..." I'm getting even closer to you, and I understand that you're blaming yourself for jumping to conclusions.

You, of all people, the one who never does it! Slowly I wrap you in my embrace and you don't resist, resting your head against my chest.

"It caught me off guard, I couldn't avoid it...but there's you, only you, in my life now," I say kissing your forehead. You fight in my arms for a while, then I can feel your muscles relaxing, and I can tell you're calming down.

"I'm sorry Jane, it's just that… what I saw… I thought..."

"No my love, you forgive me, for not being honest with you… it's just that I know how you feel about Casey and the last thing I wanted to do was upset you if there was no point to it… definitely mission failed!"

I hear you laughing, that's a good sign.

"And I like to feel you jealous of me… but I promise not to do anything like that anymore… at most I'll make you jealous because I'm looking at some pretty unknown girl's ass" I joke about it, but even if you realized I didn't mean it, you take the chance to punch me on the hip. I deserved it, so I try to suffer quietly. You regret a moment later, thinking you've managed to hurt me, and you make it up by kissing me. A chaste kiss… then another, more intense… and yet another, decidedly hotter.

"How did you feel when he kissed you?"

"Nothing" I say, as you keep kissing me, pulling away your lips from mine just as long as it takes to ask the question and hear my answer.

"He kissed you like that?"

You're killing me...

"No... he's never kissed me like that."

Your lips go down to my neck, while with your hands you open my shirt by force, popping the buttons… I know the impetus that's driving you, but you seem to be able to keep it at bay, you manage to control that feeling of jealousy, and this allows you not to be worn down by it, as happened to me when you told me that you slept with Jack.

You push me up against the wall and I feel one of your hands craving up under my tank top, caressing my skin, while the other goes down my leg, caressing it and bringing it to your side so that our bodies are in full contact.

"Has he ever made you shudder like that?"

You begin to move with your pelvis on me, with calm, deep movements… your intimacy pushes against my centre and although there are still clothes between us, we both feel the passion growing rapidly.

"Oh Maura..."

You get away from me just enough to stick your fingers inside me, without feeling the need to undress me to do it. I am totally at your mercy, I give in to your every touch, every caress, every kiss. I'd like to give you the same sensations, make you feel the excitement I'm feeling, but you're blocking my hand. You just want to have me now. I don't resist, while I hear your pushing intensified… you know I'm reaching the limit.

"Oh Maura...please don't stop"

You're making me crazy, totally. I just feel a wonderful excitement taking complete control of me.

I take you by the hips, inviting you to make your movements even stronger… my lips seek yours, until they find them and we exchange a kiss full of love and passion. I don't want our lips to part, but I need to catch my breath.

"Oh Maura, yes like this..." I moan into your mouth and your eyes are so seductive, you're totally at the mercy of me and the only thing you can think about right now is making me your. We can't seem to get enough of each other, each time we make love in such a full, total way that it blows my mind. I lose myself in you, and by losing myself in you, I totally find myself again… it's amazing the way you make me feel.

You rest your forehead on my shoulder, putting all of yourself into the final thrusts until you feel my muscles contract as I come. You stay here in my arms for a few minutes as our breaths return to normal. Your smile is smug, but also so full of love, love for me.

"Welcome to OUR home, Jane"