Jane was staring up at the ceiling as she spoke. "I don't understand, Maura. Why do I not know this about you?"

Maura mirrored Jane's position. "Jane, I am...fluid, sexually. Bisexual if you must put a label on it." She glanced at Jane whose brow was furrowed as she took in what her best friend was saying.

"So...you've dated women? Had sex with a woman?"

"Not really dated. Gone out a few times." She shrugged.

Jane was on her side now, looking at Maura. "Sex?"

"No."

Confused, Jane touched Maura's face. "So how do you know?"

Maura turned on her side so that she was facing Jane. "Honestly? I have always had an appreciation for both the male and female form. I enjoy sex with men. In fact I think I have even loved a man...Jack." She licked her lips before continuing. "I almost had sex with a woman, last year."

"When? With who?"

"After you left for Quantico. I decided to try and get over you, so I dated a very nice woman who coaches golf at BCU. She's tall, black hair, fit."

"So...what happened?"

Maura gave a mirthless laugh. "We were on the couch and things were progressing. Her hand went down my pants and Jane, it felt so good. So right." Maura trailed off and turned her head away from Jane.

"And? What happened Maura?"

Maura wanted to see Jane as she continued talking. "I called her by name. The wrong name. Your name."

"Ouch." Realization finally hit, and Jane looked at Maura. "My name? You...wanted it to be...me?"

Maura nodded. "Yes. I was so lost and lonely after we got back from Paris and you were in D.C." Maura shrugged and looked down. "I was just craving human contact, And if it couldn't be you...she was the next best thing."

Jane didn't allow her mind to overthink the situation. This was Maura. Sweet, goofy, funny and gorgeous Maura. And she was hers. If she wanted.

Once again she rolled on top of Maura, only this time she kissed her. Deeply, thoroughly and hungrily.

"I love you too Maura. But Maura, I don't know how to do this."

"Do what? A relationship?"

"That too, but Maura, I've never been with a woman either."

Something passed across her face and Maura saw it.

"Jane?"

"After Agent Davies and I ended whatever the hell it was we were doing, another instructor and I went for drinks after work. She reminded me of you. A lot and after a few drinks, she kissed me. It was nice. I enjoyed it, until I remembered you. And then I felt guilty. Like I'd somehow cheated on you."

She kissed Maura again. "The next day I called BPD, got my job back, turned in my notice at Quantico, and promised myself I would tell you how I feel."

"You've been home three months, Jane."

"I can be slow sometimes."

Maura pulled her head down for a kiss and opened her legs wide so that she was cradling Jane's hips.

"Let's not waste anymore time. Make love to me."

Slowly, Jane replied, "No." At Maura's confused look she continued, "Maura, this place is a dump. Watermarks on the ceiling tiles, saggy, sad bed that has seen too much sex and not enough bleach. The faint musty smell.? Jane shook her head. "I am not losing my lesbian virginity in this place. And neither are you." Jane kissed her again. "You are special Maura. Precious and perfect." Jane gave a half shrug of her shoulder. "Losing my heterosexual virginity was a little traumatic. I didn't know anything then, but I do now."

"Jane? What do you mean a little traumatic?"

"I was a willing participant, Maura. I just should have chosen a better first time partner. His idea of foreplay was to rub his dick between my lower lips before plunging right in." She looked back down at Maura. "It hurt, was uncomfortable and lasted maybe three minutes. Maybe. Oh, and it was in the back of his mother's station wagon."

Maura chuckled. "Please don't tell me it was like the one in that Vacation movie!"

"Actually, it did have the wood paneling." They laughed for a few moments before they kissed again.

Jane started to roll off of Maura, but the blonde stopped her.

"This makes me feel safe. You make me feel safe." They kissed again.

"So...how about you?"

Maura opened and closed her mouth. Jane noticed she was blushing ever so lightly.

"Jane, you know how awkward I am now, right? Now, imagine me as a young adult. Dates didn't tend to stick around for very long."

"Oh God, it was Garrett Fairwhatever, wasn't it?"

Maura shook her head. "I never slept with him. It became a sticking point, but something about him just seemed off."

Jane nodded. "Yeah, he was a homicidal maniac in the making."

They both took a moment to reflect on the Brahim who killed his half-brother.

"So...who?"

"If you must know, I was actually a virgin on my wedding night."

Jane raised up and looked at Maura. "Edward? Vegas? You were what, 22?"

"20. Remember, I entered college at 16. I didn't plan to stay a virgin for so long. It would have been Garrett had he been patient. He was the first guy to show an interest in me, the awkward bookworm."

Jane touched Maura's face. It was soothing, not arousing.

"I knew it would be Edward. He was good looking, older, sweet, fun and treated me with respect. It was a whirlwind romance that lasted all of six weeks. Tilly had pitched a fit because Edward had decided to follow me on my journey to med school."

"And?"

"The family gave Edward an ultimatum; dump me or be disinherited." Maura shrugged. "In an act of rebellion, we took his family's jet to Vegas and ended up at The Little White Wedding Chapel,a tad drunk." She paused as Jane kissed her again. "We then ended up in the honeymoon suite and Edward deflowered me."

"Deflowered? Well that is very Victorian. How was it?"

"It was ok. Probably would have been better had I told him I was a virgin beforehand, instead of afterwards. But yes, it was ok."

Jane moved in a way that caused her center to make contact with Maura's center. Both women shuddered, and Maura could feel wetness seeping into her panties. Jane could feel her wetness gushing out of her and bit her lower lip.

"God I want you Maura, but the first time we get naked, I want to be able to call out your name and hear you call mine."

Maura shifted under Jane, making contact again and again.

"There is always frottage, Jane."

Jane looked at her and began moving her hips back and forth. "Dry humping? Haven't done that since I was 15, but that should work."

Both women's clits had hardened with each stroke. It wasn't long before Maura was sucking on Jane's neck and the detective was biting Maura's neck in an attempt to mute her moans.

As they lay entwined, bodies cooling and hearts slowing down, Jane laughed.

"What?"

"You have given me one hell of a hickey. On the left side, too! Claudia will not be happy."

Maura reached up and took skin from the right side of Jane's neck and bit down.

"You are mine. I've marked you now."

Jane got out of bed and went to get a wash cloth and towel for each of them to clean themselves with.

They climbed back in bed and fell sleep wrapped together.