A/N: This chapter might be a bit mature. Reader discretion advised.

Jane woke up alone in Maura's bed and headed downstairs to find her. Jane couldn't stop smiling as she descended. They'd spent some time kissing in bed last night before deciding to wait on anything else. It had been a long and emotional day and they were both exhausted, so they fell asleep in each other's arms still dressed in their chosen nightwear. They both wanted to be fully present for whatever came next in their relationship, rather than tired and tipsy and coming down from the high of extreme vulnerability. But Jane was so incredibly happy and she longed to have Maura back in her proximity.

Maura was messing with her espresso maker. Jane tiptoed behind her so she could enjoy the view a bit before wrapping her arms around Maura's waist from behind, tossing her phone on the counter next to Maura's. She felt the way Maura tensed at being touched by another human, but almost immediately relaxed upon realizing it was Jane. Jane tightened her hold and pressed a kiss to Maura's temple. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Jane." Maura leaned back into Jane even more and sighed happily. She could get used to this being her mornings.

Jane was thinking the same thing, but the feeling of the back of Maura's body pressed so tightly against the front of hers quickly took her mind other places. She moved her lips down Maura's neck, planting tiny kisses as Maura arched for her. Jane took her left hand from where it crossed her right arm over Maura's abdomen and moved it down to the hem of the Red Sox shirt. She slipped her fingers underneath and felt the edges of the black lace at Maura's hip. Maura shuddered and let out a soft groan, then grabbed Jane's wrist. "Cailin's still here," she whispered, clearly frustrated.

As if on cue, footsteps thudded behind them. Jane reluctantly let go of Maura and moved away, no longer caring what it looked like.

"Good morning!" Cailin greeted, her bright smile and knowing eyes telling them she'd seen more than she should have. Maura busied herself with the espresso maker again, afraid to make eye contact.

"Morning," Jane grumbled. As much as she liked Maura's sister, the interruption was unwelcome. Again. "How'd you sleep?"

"Well, thank you. It looks like you two had a much-needed conversation. Did you get any sleep?" Cailin winked with a little laugh.

Jane didn't know whether to thank her or strangle her. "We slept fine. Did you call the guy?"

Cailin's smile dimmed a bit. "I texted him and asked to talk. We're meeting tonight. Thanks for the advice. I don't know how it'll play out, but hopefully I'll get results similar to… someone else I know."

Maura cleared her throat and turned to her sister. "Would you like an espresso? Or something for breakfast? I have egg whites and kale."

"As wonderful as that sounds, I think I'm going to get out of here and leave you guys to it." Cailin bit at her thumbnail, considering something. "Actually, is your mom around, Jane? I thought about asking her to breakfast."

"Angela?" Maura asked. "Why would you go to breakfast with –"

Jane picked up what Cailin was hinting at and nudged Maura in the ribs with her elbow. "I'm sure she would love that. Go ask her," Jane told Cailin. "And come back to let us know where you're going. I might want something brought back."

Cailin nodded and squeezed her older sister's arm, then headed out the back door to the guest house, leaving it cracked open. She was back within minutes, Angela in tow. "We're heading out. You two don't have too much fun."

Angela looked beyond confused, probably more at Maura wearing a Red Sox tee than anything. Jane ushered them to the front door, told them to have a nice meal, and locked the door behind them. Then she went to the back door and locked it too.

"She didn't even tell you where they were going," Maura observed.

"What?"

"To breakfast," Maura explained. "You told Cailin to let you know, so you could tell her what you wanted."

Jane raised her eyebrows at Maura missing the obvious. She was a lot better at reading cues from dead people. "Oh, she already knows."

"What you want for breakfast? How could she possibly know that when you don't even know where they're going?"

Jane put a finger to Maura's lips. "Maura. I want you. All to myself."

Realization dawned in Maura's eyes. "She wanted to give us time alone. She's more thoughtful than I give her credit for."

"I'm giving her so much credit for this. Can I?" Jane put her hands to Maura's waist and gestured at the counter. Maura nodded and Jane lifted her up easily onto the countertop, then stood between her legs. "Can I kiss you?"

Maura answered by leaning forward, hands gripping the edge of the counter, and meeting Jane's lips with her own. When she was confident in Jane's grip on her hips keeping her from falling, she moved her hands to the back of Jane's neck to deepen the kiss. Maura's tongue slipped into Jane's mouth and Jane groaned, massaging it with hers.

Jane's thumbs dipped beneath the waistband of Maura's underwear and she broke off the kiss. "Can I touch you?"

"Jane," Maura was breathless. "As sexy as it is, you don't have to ask anymore. I told you last night there isn't anything I don't want. I want your hands and your mouth all over my body, all the time. You have my endless consent."

Jane felt like she'd died and gone to heaven. "Likewise."

The hunger in Maura's eyes urged her on. Jane couldn't believe this was her life, that she would have this kind of access to the most beautiful woman in the world. She hooked her thumbs and tugged down on Maura's panties. Maura put her hands back on the counter to brace herself and lifted herself up a bit so Jane could slide them off. Jane did, painfully slow, off her ass and down her thighs, dropping them once she got them past Maura's knees. Maura had to kick her feet a little to get them to fall to the floor. Jane lifted Maura's left leg and began kissing, starting at her ankle, then up her calf. When Jane worked her way up to the inside of Maura's thigh, Maura leaned back onto her elbows, knocking an espresso cup off the counter. They both ignored the shattering of porcelain.

"Jane, please," Maura begged.

Jane was happy to oblige. She leaned down to take Maura into her…

Their phones began to ring simultaneously and Jane's eyes flicked over to see BPD on both screens. "No," Jane snapped.

Disappointment and frustration shone in Maura's eyes, but they had a job to do. "Jane," she whispered.

"Mauraaaa," Jane whined. "Nooo. The corpse will still be just as dead if we make them wait. If you make me wait–"

"I'll make it worth it," Maura interrupted. "I promise. We have to do our jobs. We can always come back to this. Always."

"Fine," Jane grumbled, pushing back from the counter and grabbing her phone. "Rizzoli!"

"Isles," Maura answered hers lying back flat on the counter, smirking at Jane.

Of all the things Jane wanted to do to her, kill her had just made the top of the list. Of course, if she killed her, she couldn't do all the other glorious–

Maura, finished with her call, interrupted Jane's thoughts. "I think it could be sexy going to a crime scene with all this tension burgeoning between us."

Jane, who was not finished with her call, choked on her own saliva. "I'll be right there," she grumbled into the phone when she could speak again.

Maura hopped down from the counter and picked her underwear up off the floor. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Jane as if she were drinking her in, her hands slipping into the front pockets of Jane's slacks. When Jane groaned into her mouth, Maura pushed away and bolted to the stairs. "Be down in five," she called over her shoulder.

"Tease!" Jane yelled after her.

"I'm not the only one!" Maura yelled back.

A/N: I'm sorry. (I'm not sorry.)