A/N: I think it's time to turn up the heat! All this fire glowing within the setting of the last couple of chapters, has defiantly brought us to the burning, yearning fire building inside of our ladies that cannot be snuffed! So, like many of us, who/whom has read countless number of fanfics and tried our hand at writing the saucy bits, please be patient with me...it's my first time (blushing) by all means not about the act itself...but the writing. Let's stop there. Enjoy. Thank you for reviewing, following, basically the love.

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Chapter 8

The next morning jane was in the kitchen cooking up breakfast. She was in her own world trying to perfect egg whites, toast/bagel, fruit and whatever else she could whip up for Maura. She didn't hear Maura's arrival in the kitchen. During the night, Maura had changed into a white long-sleeved button up and her panties...she got hot while sleeping next to Jane. It was extremely difficult to keep her hands to herself with Jane beside her. Sure, Jane was sound asleep, but Maura kept waking up, glancing over to reassure herself that Jane was in fact, there. The sexual tension for Maura was too much. Sure, she should talk with Jack first. Sure, she would eventually break off the engagement, but she wanted Jane. OH, how she wanted Jane NOW! She NEEDED her! So... not one to shelve her own pleasure, knowing the effects that it may cause to her own emotions and physicality, Maura needed release.

So, she got up and took care of herself in the bathroom and rubbed one out. Then she calmed down and cleaned up and threw on this white button down made of cotton, which even though it was winter and snowing...the house was quickly heating up and Maura was Radiating hotness! She blushed and burned like the sun. Maura was so beautiful and yes...so horny...so excited because of one person.

Even though they agreed to be "friends", watching Jane in her kitchen at this very moment, Maura wanted nothing else than to ravage Jane on the kitchen counter. As Maura padded closer to Jane, who's back was facing her, Jane methodologically made breakfast. Maura nimbly released a button from the top, then another and another until she was right behind Jane. Maura snaked her arms around Jane's waist, then started moving them ever so slowly up Jane's torso, startling her. Maura pressed her body up against Jane's and Jane dropped the spatula. Jane turned her head to meet Maura halfway and said, "Whoa...hey there, the power's back on. I thought I'd surprise you with..." But when Jane turned around, she was the one surprised. No stunned!

Seeing Maura with bed head, well toned legs exposed leading up to black laced panties and the white business button up which draped slightly opened, leaving a hint of Maura's breasts on display, left Jane in a daze.

Jane stood mouth agape; eyes focused on this beautiful vision of her best friend.

"Jane, turn the stove off. Thank you for the sentiment, but I'm not hungry...for that kind of breakfast."

Maura grabbed Jane by her BPD t-shirt and lunged forward to plant a deep lustful kiss upon Jane's lips.

Oh, Jane got the message loud and clear. Do not stop, do not pass go, do not collect $200. Just FUCK! OH MY GOD JUST...FUCK!

As the two women kissed, their bodies swayed and Maura drew Jane forward while she stepped back, like a current directing its passage, until Maura's backside hit the counter. Their kisses turning deeper, passionate, filling up that need, the void of not being able to touch, to feel what this was.

Jane's hands gently grasped Maura's hips. Maura steadied herself by the counter and craned her neck so that she could return the kisses that Jane was delivering. Jane pulled back for some much needed air and took in the view. Maura did the same, although was a little scared that she may have rushed this. Both women staring at each other intensely, both breathing heavy, hearts pounding...nothing matters but this moment.

Jane's eyes drifted to the opening of Maura's shirt and what lies beneath it. Maura saw this and whispered, "Jane" as a plea to carry on.

Jane's tongue glided between her own lips with anticipation. Stepping forward, Jane reached out with her hands, slowly grazing them up from Maura's waist, up against her ribcage, reaching the underside of ample flesh...Maura's breasts.

This action caused the shirt to open wider, just draping on Maura's shoulders. This action also caused Maura's reaction. Maura sucked in a breath of air at Jane's first touch, hands now on bare breasts, both friends craving more. Then a pool of dampness rushed from Maura's core. Yes, those black laced panties were doomed! With Jane's progression of touch, Maura was becoming undone. Jane knew at any time any moment, Jane could have this...that Maura would surrender. No questions asked, and they still haven't gone the distance...yet.

As Jane held Maura's breasts within her scared palms, she familiarized them; feeling their weight, shape, their soft smoothness until she felt the peak of stiff nipples. Maura sighed Jane's name with passion and want and like a magnet Jane's lips crashed upon Maura's in a bruising lip lock.

Everything sped up. Bodies now flushed together, kissing, kissing, kissing...groping. In a rushed motion Jane picked up Maura, setting her on the counter, kissing still, then once Maura was in position, Jane stood between Maura's opened legs. Jane's hands revisited Maura's breasts, this time her lips and tongue traveled up and down Maura's neck. Maura leaned her head back exposing more landscape for Jane's tongue and lips to cover.

Moaning, followed by tiny pops of lips making contact with skin soft as silk, accompanied by hurried deep breaths was all echoing through the air. Maura felt the need for more. Her inner monologue telling her, Jane's going for it...so why not you?

Jane's hands continued to explore Maura's body. Down from her breasts across Maura's stomach, around to her lower back, sliding down to squeeze the tops of her butt cheeks. Jane was in heaven! This felt great! Maura felt great! HEAVENLY! FUCKEN AWESOME!

Jane began thrusting her sex forward, rubbing up against Maura's center. After a couple of times, she soon discovered how excited Maura was, as the dampness collected on Jane's sweatpants. Not one to be detoured, Jane continued. Maura, however, took this opportunity and advanced her hand beneath Jane's sweatpants, slipping past her underwear, straight for Jane's folds. Jane stiffened at first then her milk dud eyes caught Maura's hazel and access was granted.

Maura was pleased to discover that Jane was equally excited. Maura was about to enter Jane with a finger, but Jane quickly grabbed Maura's wrist, pulling her hand out and was about to inspect it. Knowing Jane, Maura reassured her by telling her in sporadic breaths, "It's..ooofff...it's off...don't worry...I'm not wearing it."

Jane kissed Maura's lips languidly, as she guided Maura's hand back to it's destination beneath her pants. Jack's engagement ring was not there, gracing Maura's finger. Right now Maura's fingers were two deep in Jane's vigina...oops sorry, love garden!

Maura pumped away, as Jane rode her fingers chasing her climax.

"Oh...fuck...Maura...almost...al...all...almost!"

"Jane...Jane...," Maura shuttered in between breaths coaxing her along.

Jane slammed her hands down on the counter, trapping Maura on either side and as a need for an anchor. Faster now...Jane was thrusting faster, faster, faster!

"Maura...Maur...Maur...I...lo...lov...love...you! FUCK...augh...augh...awhhhh!" Jane chanted like a spell then her orgasm crashed over her like a cresting wave splashing over rock. Jane rested her head on Maura's shoulder, as she caught her breath and steadied her heart rate.

Maura gently removed her fingers from Jane, then kissed Jane's sweaty salty temple, ghosting her lips over the shell of Jane's ear whispering, "I love you too."

Jane eased Maura down from the kitchen counter and looked deeply in Maura's eyes only to say, "So, what are we going to do now?"

Maura got quiet. Something else started to kick in. Maybe it was the stillness from the morning sun, which attempted to make an appearance, but proven to be a dull yellow, like yoke from a hard-boiled egg. Maura's eyes darted away from Jane's.

"Umm...I think you...should...go. I...umm...I need...umm...I need some...coffee."

"Sure, I'll get you some...WAIT...you want me to leave?"

"Yes, Jane," Maura for some reason couldn't make eye contact with her best friend.

"But...I made breakfast and coffee...we can warm it up...and...WAIT...WHOA...WHAT, THE FUCK MAURA?!"

"Jane...please...just give me a moment," Maura tried to say calmly but felt so wrong.

"A MOMENT! A MOMENT?! WE JUST SHARED A MOMENT...MAURA!" Jane now confused and hurt.

"Jane...stop...please stop shouting. I need to digest what just happened."

"What do you mean?! You just fingered fucked me in your kitchen no less...we just told each other finally, that we love each other...we had a moment!" There was a long pause, then Jane spoke up again, "Is this some sort of a sick game...Maura? I don't understand? I'm not riding a one-way ticket on the crazy train. I thought this was all clear!"

"Wait...yes...clarity! I'm sorry Jane, I just feel like one big puzzle piece...and you...me...we fit...but now there's other pieces involved and I need to figure out how to make those go away."

"If they're part of the puzzle Maura, then they have a place...it's too early to talk in riddles...just spill it! It's Jack...right?"

Jane had enough and after last night and this morning, all she could think of now is what her mother said. Maura already broke her heart. Jane started to gather her things and headed for the door.

All the while Maura was calling her name in protest, but she was the one who originally asked Jane to leave.

Jane cursed her way back to her mother's guest house, while trudging through the now 2 feet of snow. With each step Jane's boots and legs sunk into the mountainous snow, up to her knees.