Just a short update for you! I started a new job recently and it's been taking up a lot of my brain power but it will mean I have more time to write when I settle down more. Thank you for sticking with this! It's now officially the longest fic I have written.

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"Maura?!" Jane yelled as she burst through the door of Maura's home.

The lack of a reply brought a frown to her face. The lights in the kitchen and living area were off and from the driveway, Jane could only see a faint light coming from the master bedroom.

She took the stairs two at a time before pushing the door open gently. Her voice came softly when she spoke again.

"Maur? You in here?" She asked but was met with no response.

A small sniffling sound came from the en suite. Jane opened the door to find Maura sitting on the floor with her knees drawn to her chest. She was still wearing her dress from the day but her hair was pulled up on top of her head and her makeup was smudged around her eyes. Tears stained her cheeks and she sniffled again. Immediately, Jane was kneeling in front of her, stroking her face and wiping away the tears with her thumbs.

"Hey, hey what happened? What's wrong sweetie?" She asked before placing a kiss on her forehead.

Maura sniffed again and pointed to an envelope on the floor.

"Don't touch it." The doctor hiccoughed. "If you have gloves, put them on. It was in the mail box when I got home." Her tears began again. Jane hadn't seen her so distressed in a long time. She squeezed her knee and sat back. Reaching into her blazer pocket she extracted a pair of the blue latex gloves that she routinely kept on her person and snapped them on.

The envelope had Doctor Isles written on the front in block letters. When Jane pulled out the letter inside, her nausea returned.

The white copier paper simply read "You're Next Bitch" and a lock of blonde hair was curled inside the envelope. Jane felt her rage coiling in her chest once again. Her hunch whispered in her ear and wound its way down her spine. Wordlessly, she made her way to the kitchen, sealed the letter in a freezer bag and returned to Maura in the bathroom.

"We can process it in the morning. Let me take care of you now." She said as she sat beside Maura and pulled her close into her side. Maura's arms snaked around her waist and her tears continued to fall into Jane's hair. Jane shushed and stroked her back until Maura sat up after what felt like hours.

"My back hurts." She said in the matter of fact way that only Maura could. Jane chuckled lightly.

"Really? 'Cause mine's really enjoying the tiles."

She pulled Maura up with one hand and kept hold. Once the doctor was settled on her couch under a blanket, Jane began to make her go-to cure all of hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows.

She presented the mug to Maura and slipped under the blanket beside her. Rubbing small circles on her thigh.

"I told Cavenaugh about us." Jane said when she finally broke the silence.

Maura lowered her mug and cocked her head to one side. She wasn't particularly keen on the way the process of their coming out was heading. The situation had forced Jane's hand and she felt the reins she had on it being pulled through her grip. Had she had another choice, she would have kept the newfound fire burning between them secret for a little longer, to revel in the feeling of mischief.

"How did that go?" She asked. Her tone was measured.

"Fine, really. He just said "Alright Rizzoli, don't let it affect your work." And started banging on about the evidence." Jane did a gruff impersonation of the Lieutenant and rocked her shoulders. Maura smiled at her goofing around.

"But he didn't know about that…" Maura said and glanced over to the note on the kitchen counter.

Jane's face fell and she shook her head. She knew she should take it to the station but there was no force on earth that could make her leave Maura's side. Her gun sat on the coffee table in front of them and she knew it would sit on her nightstand each night while she held Maura, until they had their perp behind bars.

The secure feeling of normalcy washed over her and Maura found her mind calming somewhat. She allowed it to begin wandering, musing over the explosive change in her relationship with Jane. Her plan, on reflection, had gone much faster than she had anticipated and satisfaction replaced anxiety in her mind. She turned her head and raked her eyes over the tall figure of the brunette beside her on the couch. The effortlessness of Jane's being filled her senses and she felt a familiar pulse between her legs. A coy smile tugged at the corner of her lip.

Jane glanced over, having noticed the silence. Her concern for Maura's current thought pattern was quickly extinguished by the look in the Doctor's eyes. She noticed the flush creeping up Maura's chest and the depth of her breathing. This part of their dance was becoming Jane's new favourite. She was learning to understand the unspoken side to Maura and to listen to what she desired before the words even left her lips.

Control.

Jane understood Maura's need to regain some form of control after it had been torn from her grasp upon opening the letter. She licked her lips and reached to tuck a loose strand of golden hair behind Maura's ear and sat upright beside her. Leaning in closely, she closed her eyes and let her words tickle Maura's throat and she breathed out,

"Take me. Do what you want."

Maura rose and began to climb the stairs. Jane moved to follow her.

"No." Maura said firmly. "Stay there. I'll be back."

Jane pulled her legs up and sat cross legged on the couch. Her temperature rose and she shifted uncomfortably. The look in Maura's eyes had become predatory and Jane was realising that she wasn't used to relinquishing her own control. She trusted Maura implicitly and when she caught sight of her reappearing wearing nothing but a leather strap on harness, she choked on her own breath. The racing of her heart and pounding between her legs made her close her eyes and swallow hard. This wasn't new territory for Jane, except that usually she wasn't the one on the receiving end.

Maura cocked her head when she reached the couch and saw Jane had begun to chew on her bottom lip.

"Can I?" Maura whispered?

Jane nodded in reply and stood to remove her slacks. Maura unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it on to the arm chair. She rubbed her hands up Jane's biceps and around the back of her neck before kissing her fiercely and pressing the tip of the strap against her. Jane moaned and jerked as Maura moved her hips, causing the tip to nudge against her clit. She broke away and took a deep breath.

"Lie down." Maura instructed. "On your back. I want to see your face."

Jane obliged, bringing her knees up and opening her thighs for Maura. The doctor settled between them, sitting back on her heels to admire the view. Jane glistened for her. Her breathing was becoming staggered and her eyes were fixated on Maura.

"Do what you want Maur. Whatever you want." Jane whispered as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back.

Maura moved up Jane's body and used her hand to part Jane and enter her slowly. Jane gasped and a small cry escaped her throat as Maura filled her and began to rub small circles on her clit. Slowly, Maura moved in and out, drawing long moans from the Detective and watched her abs flutter as she varied her pace over her now swollen clit.

The blonde reached down and held Jane's legs. With her hands behind her knees, she began to increase her pace. The sound of Jane's wetness and the increasing whimpering moans drove Maura on.

Jane gripped the back and edge of the couch with white knuckles. Her hips and abs began to jerk off their own volition and she lost the ability to keep her back on the cushions. She arched into Maura, allowing the blonde to drive deeper still and the feeling of fullness made her cry out,

"Fuck, Maura, harder. Please don't stop." She cried in a strangled voice.

Maura continued her pace and felt the tendons behind Jane's knees tighten against her hands as the Detective's muscles tightened. She knew that Jane was beginning to feel that sweet buzzing in her toes as her orgasm built.

Jane went rigid beneath her. Maura struggled to keep her pace as her muscles tightened around the strap when her orgasm crashed over her. Sweat ran down her neck, her brow knotted and she let out a strangled cry. Her body froze and began to tremble beneath Maura who was circling her clit quickly as she pistoned her hips. Maura felt a warm sensation spread across her thighs before Jane went limp beneath her.

She withdrew gently and looked down to admire her handiwork. Her thighs and lower stomach glistened and small spots of wetness glittered on the cushions beneath them. Jane lay panting, one arm thrown over her eyes. She let her leg fall and her foot touch the floor. Maura settled herself on top of Jane and chuckled in her ear. She nuzzled the soft skin below her ear and said,

"You didn't tell me you were a squirter. There's a beautiful mess on my couch, Jane."

"I didn't know I was until about 60 seconds ago." Jane replied in a gravelly voice without removing her arm. She grinned, lifted her arm slightly and looked at Maura through a half open eye. "Proud of yourself Doctor Isles?" She asked. Maura giggled.

"Very." She replied and nipped at Jane's earlobe. She moved her hips slightly and let Jane feel the slick shine still coating her thighs.