Thank you all for your reviews. I felt very bad for abandoning you for that long and I would like to promise you to be better, unfortunately you never know what life has in store for you…

I actually need to reread my own story because sometimes I get mixed up with the plot of the show and the events happening in my story…

I watched a video or better some videos on Youtube today and I totally forgot how much I hate Hope… and I am actually pissed that Amazon Prime Germany doesn't broadcast 'The Ride'… I was so excited to watch it this weekend -.-

The mistakes down there are as sure as hell on me ;)

See Author's Note (Chapter one)

"You know I can't turn back the hands of time, but I would, in a heartbeat. One thing I can do is promising you that you never have to feel that way ever again. I don't want you to miss anything, please tell me whatever you need, whenever."

Maura's POV

When I come home the house is silent, not something I am used to since the Rizzoli's entered my life. I take off my shoes and hang up my blazer making my way to look for Jane. I stop right in the threshold to our family-room. She is on her back, on the couch, cradling a sleeping Sophie against her chest.

The TV is on but on its lowest volume. Jo Friday lifts her head from Jane's leg for a second to look at me, she is probably too comfortable to greet me like she normally does. The sight before me melts my heart.

I bite my lower lip. It is perfectly normal to feel this way. I desperately want to drag her into our bedroom and make another hundred babies with her. Preferably right now. I bite my lower lip again, moving further into the room, sitting next to them both.

Jane doesn't really wake, she just scoots closer to the edge to make room for me and I lie down between them and the back of the couch. There was a time I would have been more concerned about wrinkling my clothes than anything and I am still not entirely at peace with it but now there are times when it doesn't really matter.

I place my cheek on Jane's shoulder and my right hand on Sophie's back, my pinkie and ring finger touching the back of Jane's hand there. She hums contentedly. I turn my head and kiss the bottom of her jaw.

"Hey, baby." She greets me sleepily without opening her eyes. I smile against her skin and kiss her again, softly. She wraps her right arm around my shoulders, her hand slowly stroking down my back until her palm comes to rest against my butt, she pulls me closer to her.

I close my eyes and slowly rub my nose along her jaw a few times. I have no idea where I would be right now if I hadn't met Jane. I can't imagine a setting like right this moment with anyone else. Dr. Maura Isles lying down on a couch in the early afternoon in her $4,500 Valentino pencil skirt and a Gabriela Hearst blouse wasn't something I would have been caught doing dead…

Now the only thing bothering me is that I can't wrap my right leg around Jane's, the Valentino just so damn tight. I don't really fall asleep, just dozing off a few times. It's just so comfortable and warm, balm to my soul. I never thought I could forget how lonely I felt only a few years ago, but I did. It is not like I can't remember, it just doesn't hurt anymore. I can't connect to the person I was back then anymore. It was my price to pay for that little piece of heaven currently sharing a square meter of furniture with me.

Sophie stirs a little bit and rubs her tiny fists against her face and then her face against the fabric of Jane's shirt. I have to smile and open up two of Jane's buttons and my baby-girl quickly starts a light sucking on the skin. She loves to do that. Whenever she is tired or just comfortable, she latches onto every skin she can get to.

Two days ago, Sophie started to wiggle her tiny butt, like she was trying to crawl higher, because she just loves to chew and suckle on Jane's clavicle. I kiss Sophie's temple before I attend to my wife's skin. I take turns to scoot the tip of my nose along her neck and placing little pecks there.

I could happily stay here for the rest of the weekend and don't feel bad about it. Just as little as I will feel bad about Sophie staying with Angela for the first time tonight. Probably tomorrow morning I will feel like that but I worked hard the past few days to prepare myself for this happening.

My mother actually the one who sold it finally to me.

"You should stop thinking what other people would do or think. Angela will be delighted to have Sophie to herself and you both deserve to have a break. Though I tell you, next time your father and I claim to have Sophie for the night."

R&I * R&I * R&I * R&I * R&I

Friday nights are usually nights spend at The Robber and we go there first. I want to have a glass of red wine with dinner later, so we stick to soft drinks there but we have a lot of fun nonetheless. We are both a little overdressed for the bar and the other four teach me a card game they call Scum, though there are a few other names for this particular game.

Despite the name it is real fun and we laugh like a bunch of school kids. Mostly it is about the fact to call each other names and they enjoy reminding the loser as often as possible of their social status.

We have dinner at Scampo, a stunning first floor restaurant at Liberty Hotel on Charles Street. We walk home down West Cedar Street and sit down on a bench in the small park on Louisburg Square, vis-à-vis to our home.

Somewhere, a little down the street a car was parked, windows rolled down and music was playing and suddenly Jane stood and took my hand. I love this side of Jane, being romantic without being too cheesy or so cheesy that it's totally cute, however.

We swayed more so than actually dancing, which wasn't all too disappointing because we kissed the entire time. Jane's arm wrapped around me, holding me close to her side we stepped out of the shadows and walked across the street.

Jane is in a playfully mood tonight. It is sweet and lovingly. In a mood like this she does things she normally doesn't, like dancing in a park or street or our bathroom. We headed straight for our bedroom, softly kissing and slowly undressing each other and when we were down to our underwear we moved over to the bathroom, getting ready for bed.

Most often Jane finishes before I am halfway through my nightly routine and tonight is no exception. When I stand up from bending over the sink, rinsing my mouth she is there, right behind me. Handing me my face cream she kisses my shoulders and neck while I apply the moisturizer to my skin. She presses herself closer to my backside and when I finish wiping my hands dry, she takes both of them into hers.

We stand just there, looking at each other in the mirror. Her eyes never leaving mine she kisses from my shoulder up my neck to my ear.

"I love you, Maura." Jane whispers.

I am not able to return the sentiment when she suddenly whirls me around and picks up where we left it in the park. She hums a little tune and I can feel the vibration of her vocal cords when I kiss her. A laugh bubbles out of my mouth when she suddenly picks up the pace and we dance in three quarter time through our bathroom.

Just a few moments later she pulls me close, her lips brushing the back of my hand, she whispers that she will wait for me in our bedroom.

I have to take a cleansing breath before I can concentrate on finishing my routine and not run after her. A shiver runs down my spine as I turn off the light. It will be our first night entirely to ourselves. No phone calls, no crime scenes, no possibilities of a waking baby.

R&I * R&I * R&I * R&I * R&I

"We should get a really authentic looking artificial Christmas tree." Lying there, on the fluffy carpet Jane suddenly whispers.

I kiss the skin between her shoulder blades and follow her line of sight. She is looking at the Tsuga heterophylla, the western hemlock in our back yard.

I know looking at it brought the topic of Christmas into the month of May but I know Jane loves traditions, at least those around Christmas. I know she loves the smell of Christmas, the smell of Cookies, of spices, of the fireplace, the smell of a freshly logged conifer.

I think she senses my lack of words to form a proper response to her very random proposition.

"I don't know how to teach Sophie to respect and honor Mother Nature and at the same time chop off a perfectly healthy tree to drag it into our house only to drag it out a fortnight later. We are parents now and we have to think everything we do over. How will I explain that weapons are serious matter and dangerous and not some accessory, when I carry one all the time?"

I grip her hands firmer and pull myself up a bit, whispering directly in her ear.

"She will be old enough to understand at least the difference when she learns about you carrying a service weapon and we will cross that bridge when we have to. About that Christmas tree… you know if I didn't feel that comfortable lying on top of you, I would ravish you just for that."

I am comfortable and there is that sweet kind of freedom I feel whenever we have made love. It doesn't waver when she turns around underneath me, it doesn't waver when she turns us both over, it doesn't waver when we start anew.

Making love like it is the most delicate thing you have ever done is like a secret shared between us, like a fragile piece of art, like a scarce flower, our sanctum.

I feel her fingertips move over my skin. However often we already did this Jane is somewhat coy, pure and chaste. She is not hesitant to make love to me, she will do whatever I want, need from her but she will always be chivalrous.

She has touched every inch of my skin before the back of her forefinger slowly and softly skims over my left breast. She cups the underside in her palm and her thumb gently strokes back and forth over my already erected nipple. I moan into the kiss. I feel her fingertips burning a path down my body and when she dips down and circles my clit a few times I know I want her differently. I want it to be more slowly, I want her to be closer.

I know she is satiated at the moment and it will be only me who she concentrates on. I turn us around and come to sit on her thighs, pulling her up into a sitting position. This way we can keep close physical contact and we can kiss freely while I am going to savor her abs.

R&I * R&I * R&I * R&I * R&I

I wake up to the smell of coffee and Jane sneaking back into our bedroom. I feign to be still asleep but we both know I am not. She slowly crawls on top of me, kissing up from my navel to my lips. Her body and the button up shirt are feeling cold and I know she probably stood in the threshold to our back yard while Jo relieved herself in the designated corner.

I grab her button borders and pull her in for a proper good morning kiss. While my fingers are already there I start to fumble open the first of the usually four buttons she closes when wearing her shirt only to cover her nudity.

I am very much in the mood for slow morning sex.

"Breakfast will be cold," Jane whispers. I know she is not denying me.

"Just a few minutes," I whisper back and wrap my legs around her. I don't want our breakfast to go to waste but I am far from being averse to come back to pick up where we leave here. I just have to stop before being aroused turns into being uncomfortable wet.

Her softly biting down into my Clavicula shoots right down to my core and the moment has come for me to distance myself from her or there won't be breakfast at all. At least not breakfast including actual food.

There is an actual war raging inside me. My stomach actually craving food, my body craving Jane and my heart is being torn between dragging Jane back to bed after breakfast and claiming my baby back.

I try not to think about missing Sophie. It is about fourteen hours ago when we left her with Angela for the night. At a particular long day at work I have to go easily twelve or more hours not seeing her. I need to really enjoy our time, I want to. Angela will probably hold onto Sophie until we demand her back. For once we could probably have sex on the kitchen floor without fearing of Angela walking in on us. She is a very lovingly and proud grandmother.

Sex on the kitchen floor… I am still hung up on the possibilities presenting themselves now that we have everything to ourselves first time in months that I flinch when I feel Jane's kiss just underneath my belly button.

I look down along my body, my silken robe the only garment I wear is being parted partially. Mostly I am still being covered up, aside the fact that if her upper body wasn't in my line of sight I would be able to have a good look at my own sex.

I feel her kiss just a tad lower. It is an odd sensation. This moment worked into the story of a film I would probably consider a failed attempt at being romantic. We were in the middle of a leisurely breakfast, not even properly sitting in our chairs, only covered not clothed. We didn't even talk that much. We just looked at each other like two love-sick teenagers.

My hands scoot over hers, gripping her forearms when her tongue touches my clit. I would like to see her face but that would mean she would need to stop what she is doing. I push my head back, facing the ceiling and when my body follows in bending my back her hands cup my buttocks and she lifts me closer.

I spread my fingers through her hair, not because to direct her but because I have no idea what to do with them. It is always her middle finger entering me first, because it is so much longer than her index.

I bite my lower lip. She is not really inside me, just that tiny bit for me to get hungry, to want more. My muscles flex on their own, to pull her inside, to stroke that fire raging inside me and to put it out just for a while.

I grab the edges of my chair and push my lower body closer to her and finally she slides all the way in, slowly. It is slow and gentle, I can feel every inch she touches on her way in and out, feel the texture of her tongue.

Her power over my body drives me insane sometimes. She is an uncontrollable force loving me, not only physically loving me. I can't imagine what she would do to protect me, us. Her family.

I come hard around her fingers, against her tongue and I press her face against my belly, tightly. She quickly picks me up and we land only a few feet away down on the floor. We kiss hungrily and roll around back and forth until I gain the upper hand and come to sit upon her. I pull my robe over my shoulders, letting it rest on my back, not pulling it off entirely.

I rest my hands upon her abs while I position myself for our sexes to touch in a well-practiced move. I suck in a deep breath, still being sensitive but also because I am able to feel the love of my life so intimately.

Cupping the back of her head in my palms I lean down and slowly start to move against her. Our lips only parted by a hairsbreadth.

"I love you, baby." I moan into her mouth. "I love you so much. I… I can't tell you in words how much I love you and I can't tell you how proud I am to call you my wife… how it makes me feel that you love me."

I lean down further.

"I am not going to last long." I breathe into her ear.

She pulls me into a kiss and does that thing with her hips which has me coming in the split of a second. We cling to each other, moaning into the ongoing kiss and turn around in a fit of laughter.

I cradle her buttocks in my palms and tenderly caress the soft skin there. She presses our foreheads together and we get serious for a small moment, looking each other deep in the eyes, then we are back to laughing. I am happy, as happy as I can be.

A/N I am happy, too. Because now the world will be a little bit better with the election of Joe Biden and 'Madame Vice President' Kamala Harris. As some of you know I live in Germany, we have a lot of problems here, too but we don't have the quantity and quality of problems Americans, especially those of the LGBTQ community, Immigrants and People of Color have to face each day.

I am with you and I am going to pick up symb0lism's motto on twitter…

I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it,

- Evelyn Beatrice Hall –

Last but not least… Happy Diwali

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