A/N: I'm back, folks! For those of you who read An Inconvenient Truth, welcome back. For anyone else, you may want to read that for context but you might be able to get through this without it (especially if you're here just for the smut lol). So, unlike AIC, this one is well and truly M. If someone had told me on NYE that by today, I would have not only have published my first full fic ever, but also put out the first chapter of a most certainly M-rated follow up, I probably would have scoffed. But here we are! I am keeping this at 3 chapters but they will be substantial, so daily updates are probably not going to happen with this one. AND if you're here for a solid plot, sorry, but this is a side story for AIC (the main plot) that mostly focuses on Jane and Maura's experiences with intimacy once their relationship found solid ground. Hope you all enjoy!

Thursday, March 19, 2020

Jane Rizzoli lay sprawled across the bed, her chin on her hands and her hair curling wildly around her face. She watched, quietly but unabashedly, as Maura Isles moved here and there around her bedroom, their bedroom, in various stages of undress as she got changed for work. Occasionally she'd catch Maura's eye, either directly or in the reflection in Maura's mirror, and smile softly before letting her gaze travel knowingly, obviously, up and down Maura's body. And then she'd dare to look back up at Maura's face and find that she was smiling back.

It was all so new. Not the shared glances, perhaps, or the subtle looks that Jane was always hurling in Maura's direction or Maura's appraising once-overs that she offered in return, but the openness in which they now could exchange them. Jane was so used to admiring Maura privately and covertly that now, just a few days into their new arrangement, she still had to remind herself that Maura was hers to look at. To admire. To touch. To hold. To kiss. To...all of that. How often did that happen, Jane wondered, to get the chance to erase old habits that one had unhappily adopted to survive and replace them with new, shiny ones that brought with them promises of a different time, a new beginning, a burgeoning hope.

So, she watched. Once upon a time, she may have slept in this bed, but probably would be downstairs now, showering in the guest bathroom or making coffee, giving Maura privacy to dress without her roving eyes in the room. Or, if she felt particularly daring, Jane might have made a flimsy excuse to stay put - to continue to a conversation or whine about not wanting to go to work or get out of Maura's comfortable bed - so that she could chat lightly while occasionally letting her glance wander to Maura's bare legs or lace bra or unbuttoned blouse before quickly retreating. If Maura had noticed, and Jane had to now guess that she had and that she clearly had not been bothered, she'd never said a word. So Jane had assumed that all she'd ever have of an intimate picture of Maura Isles, fresh from sleep and dewy from her shower, dressing before a typical morning of work, were those stolen glances, and nothing more. But here they now were, and Jane's presence and her comfortable stares and her expressions of love and admiration were not just welcomed, but embraced, in Maura's bedroom. In their bedroom.

They hadn't slept together yet. Well, Jane corrected herself, as she let her eyes follow the lines of Maura's narrow waist to the sweet curves of her hips, they'd slept together, to be technical, but not slept together, in the greater sense of it all. They hadn't had sex. Yeah, that was it. Best to be as direct as possible. That was the new policy between the two of them and it had already paid dividends. Jane was back in Boston for good, eager to leave the memories of their painful separation in Washington DC where they belonged, and she and Maura had finally spoken truths that they'd buried for far too long. There was a time when Jane feared that the truth would break them, break what they were and could still hold on to, so she worked hard to preserve that. It hadn't occurred to her that a little bit of bravery might have brought them to a new place together, a different place, where what they were wasn't broken but interwoven with what they could be. What they should be. Together. Completely. But they hadn't had sex.

To be fair, it was Thursday morning and Jane had crash-landed in Boston in the early hours of Tuesday so their window so far had been a bit narrow. They'd had enough emotional dumping and processing to last a lifetime, although Jane was smart enough to realize that these forays into emotion clearly needed to be a constant in their relationship to avoid the pitfalls of the past. But Jane was no chaste angel and she'd loved Maura in every way for so many years now that the slow expansion from emotional to physical intimacy was literally making her ache. She wanted Maura. And she knew that Maura wanted her as well. So why was she sprawled here, so eager that she could feel her body tensing at the mere sight of Maura in her bra and panties, watching instead of making a move.

Jane could fix this now. They'd said enough meaningful words over the past few days that this should be easy, but she still fumbled a bit on the delivery. "I think we should have sex," she burst out suddenly, causing Maura to whip around mid-sentence and approach the bed carefully.

"I don't disagree," Maura said casually, perching on the edge of the mattress as Jane sat beside her. "But that wasn't quite the answer I was expecting when I asked about dinner later." She smiled at Jane's confused look. "I take it you weren't really paying attention."

"Something else might have caught my eye instead," Jane mumbled, reaching out to graze her fingertips across the top of Maura's breasts before tracing the lacy patterns on the cups of her bra. She could do that now too, she thought with equal parts pride and wonder.

Maura moved just a little closer to Jane, an invitation. "I guess something did," she said in reply. "But we can't start something now if we can't finish it, and I need to go and do this autopsy so I can get back home. Away from everything that's going on out there."

"So you do want to...finish this later?" Jane could live with that. They'd waited years. She could get through the day without spontaneous combustion. Maura had a detachable shower head if she got really desperate. Jane was mentally walking through the appealing details of that scenario when she suddenly realized that Maura hadn't answered. "Maur? Do you...not want to finish this later?" Her hands stilled on Maura's chest before settling back into her own lap.

Maura turned a bit on the bed to face Jane, suddenly serious, but she felt herself softening at the look of complete panic on Jane's face. She reached for Jane's hands and held them both in her own, hoping that her touch could convey what her silence had not."I don't think it's that simple," she began. "I know that's always the answer with us, but I think it's true with this too." At Jane's look, she pressed on. "Jane, I do so want to sleep with you. And we will. And I don't want to wait but I don't want to rush into this either."

"But why?" Jane was very close to whining and she did not care in the slightest. "We've been together for like two days and we're basically living together. We've been...friends, whatever it was, dancing around each other, for years. We almost got there in Paris. So why is it that we slow down with this part?"

"But that's just it," Maura explained. "With everything else, we've jumped in. And maybe we could with this, I mean, I don't think it would be...unpleasant." Jane snorted loudly at that and Maura laughed a little herself, the tension breaking up a little.

"Come here." Jane pulled Maura onto her thighs, surprised as Maura turned to straddle her lap and face her directly. "I love you. You're kind of weird sometimes but I love you."

"I love you, too," Maura said easily, sighing as Jane's hands found her waist. "I love you, and us, and this, too much to just fall into bed with you. It's not that it would hurt us, but I think that if we...were open about some things first, it would make it even better."

"What kind of things?"

Maura threw caution to the wind. "Jane, have you ever slept with a woman before?" The sputtering accompanied by sudden silence was her answer. She smoothed Jane's hair, an apology of sorts for the directness of her question.

"Have you," Jane asked suddenly. She had always assumed that she knew the answer to that question, but the last few days might be proof otherwise.

"No...not slept with a woman, per se." Maura hastened to explain herself as Jane looked aghast. "I might have made out with a girl or two at boarding school. And in college."

Jane tried to recover, suddenly more turned on than she would have ever expected. "I don't see why this is an issue," she insisted. "It's not like we wouldn't figure it out. We've done well so far and we've come close enough. It didn't seem like we were...doing it wrong any of the other times we started. You certainly seemed like you were enjoying it."

Maura pressed her forehead to Jane's and breathed deeply, exasperated. "I was. And I am. And I want to have sex, okay? I've wanted to for so long and I really didn't think it would ever happen, or that you'd be here and we'd be together, but now you are and it's everything I ever wanted and…"

"Maura," Jane soothed. "Breathe. Slower words."

"I've watched you date and sleep with enough men over the years. And you with me. And I know that you love me and I love you, but I don't just want to be the next step on the ladder. We've never talked about it, Jane, because it was always too close. We never talked about intimacy or sex or...anything like that about anyone else each of us had ever been with, besides the easy stuff on the surface. And I want to know...I want to know what you like and what you don't and every little thing that's still missing from everything else I do know about you."

Jane thought she understood now. "You are the smartest person I know," she whispered sweetly, rocking them a little in their embrace. "But still the dumbest genius I've ever met. Do you really think you're just another...rung on my ladder? Or that you compare to any of the neanderthals that came before you?"

"I don't know," Maura admitted. "I'm all mixed up. If we had slept together as soon as you came home, maybe it wouldn't have made a difference, but I've had too much time for my mind to wander the past few days. I think I'm psyching myself out."

"Is that the official term?" Jane hugged Maura to her then, sighing as Maura's legs tightened around her and her arms linked around her back as Maura desperately hugged back. She had done a number on herself, her girl, and Jane could do this one thing for her. She stayed quiet for a moment, rubbing Maura's back tenderly before whispering in her ear. "If you need to talk, we'll talk. We do that now, remember? We talk and we touch and we sleep together and we get through it. Okay?"

She could feel Maura's body uncoil and pulled back enough to play with the pieces of Maura's hair that framed her still-serious face. "I love you."

Maura's answer was quick. "I love you, too. Always." She met Jane's eyes a bit shyly. "I'd like it if we talked...if I could ask you things and you'd answer. And if you'd do the same. But...we don't have to do all the talking at once. We could maybe...talk a little and then see how it goes." She traced Jane's collarbone lightly with her fingertip before trailing down to the neckline of Jane's tank top, following the stitches with the pad of her finger.

Jane smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling sweetly at Maura as she shivered a little at the sensitive touch. "Sounds like a plan Now, don't you have to get moving? The sooner you go, the sooner you're home, and the sooner we can...you know. Talk."

Maura rolled her eyes. She kissed Jane's lips, gently at first then deeper, letting her tongue dance against Jane's before pulling away just enough to trail her lips down Jane's neck, nipping at bit at the soft spot where her neck met her shoulder. She could tell from Jane's sharp intake of breath that she'd made her point. Maura pulled back for good now, smiling with some triumph as she eased herself off Jane's lap. "Yes, we'll...talk" And with that, she sashayed towards their bathroom, a lightness in her step.

-R-I-

Working from home did have its perks. Jane hadn't realized how much of her day was spent on truly non-essential tasks until she was lecturing from home and struggling to fill her hours. The Bureau was none the wiser, of course, since she logged into her courses, prepared for her lectures, and responded quickly to the recruits as needed. She'd arranged virtual office hours, which no one took advantage of, and wrote out plans for her upcoming classes in case anyone asked. But mostly she'd spent the past two days decompressing, a much needed activity on the heels of all the personal, professional, and national developments of the past week.

Maura was home by lunchtime, her autopsy completed and her paperwork loaded onto her laptop to be completed at home. They'd eaten lunch with Angela the day before, already settling into what would probably be an easy routine. Routines were good, Maura had told Jane that night as they'd gotten into bed together and snuggled close under the duvet. They'd help keep things feeling normal even as things out there in the world were getting further and further from it. But today Angela had texted to say that she wasn't hungry and that she'd stop over later in the day instead. So Maura and Jane had thrown together a salad and heated up chicken soup on the stove and settled onto the chairs around the island like they had so many times before. They eased into casual conversation about their mornings and the news and what they could do over the weekend when they were home, like they probably would be for the foreseeable future. Jane lamented the lack of sports and groaned when Maura referenced all the time they'd have for the movies and documentaries she'd always tried to talk Jane into but never succeeded. It all felt perfectly, reasonably normal, and Jane realized that it was exactly what they had needed after their stressful conversation that morning.

They'd long finished eating but had the afternoon ahead of them, Jane calculating that she had about an hour before she'd have to get online and set up for her final lecture of the day. So she hooked her foot on Maura's chair companionably and leaned forward. "So, Doctor Isles," she said in mock seriousness. "When did you first realize you were into girls?" She watched the color slowly flush Maura's cheeks as the question sunk in.

Maura cupped her hands around her water glass, her head bowing for a moment as she thought. She raised her head again to meet Jane's eyes. "I don't know exactly," Maura said slowly. "I think that at some point as an adult I realized that I'd always noticed girls. That they were pretty or striking or that I liked their shape or their eyes or their smile. But, you have to remember, I was often alone as a child. I wasn't particularly good at making friends so I don't have a lot of evidence to go on."

Jane resisted the urge to reach for Maura. She recognized on some level that she couldn't hold Maura through every difficult conversation; Jane still sometimes had to remind herself that Maura was her partner, her equal, and not someone that she constantly had to smother with protection. So she settled for words, taking the chance to practice what they were still trying to perfect. "I know that your childhood wasn't easy," she said gently. "Have you ever considered that maybe some of this was why?"

"As an adult, I have. I mean, clearly it's such a different world now for kids who don't identify as straight. In every way. I've thought about how I not only didn't want to confront it as a kid, for fear of people's reactions, but also that I don't think I had the words to fully describe it."

"Are you attracted to guys? Like, really, in the full sense?"

"Yes." In another world, Maura's swift response might have knocked right into Jane's insecurities, but at this moment, Jane was just glad that she was talking. "That also complicated matters. Looking back, I clearly was attracted to men and women, but it was easier at the time to focus on men and chalk up the women part to...other stuff. Like being at an all girls boarding school and never really having close female friendships when I was growing up."

"So how did you wind up…" Jane trailed off, unable to keep the little smile off of her face. There was something about the idea of a young Maura Isles, cute and smartly styled and clearly already a beauty (Jane had seen pictures), but also sweetly nerdy and a little shy, hooking up with her female cohorts, that Jane found inexplicably arousing.

Maura giggled a little herself. "Making out with my peers?" She took a sip of water, aware that Jane was hanging onto her every word. "It wasn't much of a much, I'm afraid," she continued. "I went on a ski trip in high school and one of my lab partners and I roomed together. It was really cold that night so we ended up sharing a bed and one thing sort of led to another. We didn't do much besides making out though. She was actually very sweet about it. Charlotte, her name was. She was out to her family and kind of relaxed about the whole thing. And she knew that I wasn't and it never went anywhere. No one else ever knew."

"How did it feel?"

"Amazing." Maura's eyes took on a faraway look. "I don't think I fully let myself admit that until much later. I had kissed boys by that point, and that was amazing, too, so feeling the same way with a girl was...illuminating. It helped me to slowly be able to face that I was attracted to both, and that looking at girls or having fantasies wasn't about curiosity or novelty. It just felt right."

"Wow. Maura, I...don't know what to say." Jane did reach for Maura's hand then, grateful that Maura easily accepted and squeezed reassuringly.

"The handful of other times were nothing special. There was a stupid dare at a party near the end of high school and a few times at parties or at bars in college. Not enough that I got any sort of reputation or people talked, but enough for me to know that I could, and that I felt that way.

"So what stopped you from going all in? From really being with Charlotte or any other girl?"

"Fear, mostly. I liked guys enough that I couldn't see having to face up to everything with my parents and classmates and just...everything about who I was and how I saw myself. I was with Garrett in college and that was serious and Ian afterward in Africa, with others in between, and there wasn't ever a girl that came along to make me want to shake it all up." Maura took Jane's hand in both of hers then, smiling at her so brightly that it lit up her entire face. "Until you."

Jane held her gaze. "And that's where everything you said on Tuesday comes into it?"

Maura nodded. "Basically. It was more confusing, though, because I wasn't just attracted to you. I started off by respecting you and liking you, and I had this little crush on you that mostly just lived in the background. But then before long we were best friends and spending all of our time together, and then it was so much more than a crush. I couldn't tell back then where you were in all of this, so keeping it under wraps and just focusing on our friendship seemed safest."

Jane knew that was her cue and she glanced regretfully at the clock. "I know it's my turn now," she said. "Somehow you always end up being the one to have to go first and bare your soul, and now I have to go and teach when I should be baring mine."

Maura stood up from the island then and came around behind Jane in her seat, hugging her gently from behind and kissing her cheek sweetly. "I know where you live," she teased, her breath tickling Jane's ear. She tucked her chin into the crook of Jane's neck and tightened her arms around her affectionately. "We'll get there."

-R-I-

Much later, after their respective work days ended and they'd eaten a casual dinner with Angela, Jane and Maura sat cross-legged on their bed, both clad in pajamas, a tupperware container of Angela's homemade fudge between them and glasses of wine in their hands. "So," Maura began. "I believe you're up, Detective."

"I haven't heard that in a long time," Jane joked, then sobered. "I don't think I have as much to say as you did. I had my head so far up my ass for so long."

"About me? Or about girls in general?"

"No...well, yes, definitely about you. But not about girls, I don't think. It's not that I've been attracted to girls. If there wasn't a you...I don't know where I'd be. Or who or what I'd be."

"Are you bisexual?" Maura asked bluntly. "Not that it matters, really. I suppose that's what I would identify as if I was asked. But what about you?"

"It's funny," Jane replied slowly. "I thought about that a lot when I was driving home. I guess that's the best way to describe it. But I wasn't really heavily into guys or girls when I was a kid. Or as a teenager. I guess people wouldn't be surprised if I had turned out to be a lesbian; I was such a tomboy and then I was a cop and clearly not a girly-girl. But I wasn't into girls growing up, I don't think. I was into boys just a little bit more, but not by much."

"Were you...not interested in sex?"

"Definitely not that. I, um, learned the tricks of self-pleasure pretty early. I was definitely into sex. I just never was good at figuring out who - generally, specifically - I wanted to have sex with. And of course eventually I slept with a guy, and then others followed, and that was...kind of it."

Maura looked at her thoughtfully. "You never had a crush on a girl?"

"I didn't think so until I started really thinking about it. I mean, I don't think I had a thing for anyone I actually knew, but I remembered during the drive that I had a definite thing for Princess Leia when I was younger. Hell, maybe I still do."

Maura burst out laughing. "So you mean to tell me that your earliest girl crush involved Star Wars?"

Jane shoved her playfully. "You're one to talk. I seem to remember one of us being quite enthralled with a certain princess herself when we watched them together."

"Carrie Fisher was quite pretty in those movies," Maura admitted. "Plus her spirit reminded me a little bit of a...certain someone." She smiled sweetly as Jane stuck her tongue out at her teasingly. "So, that's it then?"

Jane shrugged. "Maybe more will come out as time goes on," she offered. "But for now, all I know is that I was into guys in what I thought was a normal sort of a way, but now seems like it's probably less than the average woman, and I never really considered myself into girls, or any girl ever, until you came along."

Maura reached over to put her wine on her nightstand, then the fudge, as she laid back on her pillow and stretched out, pulling Jane with her so that they were laying on their sides facing each other. "Oh?"

Jane flicked her hip. "Someone fishing for compliments?"

"I'm just wondering what it was that made the great, presumably straight, guys-only Jane Rizzoli, take notice enough to start questioning everything."

"Hmm," Jane raised her eyebrows at Maura, half-joking and half-serious. "Could it be that a certain Chief Medical Examiner practically oozed sex appeal? Or showed up at crime scenes looking like a runway model? Or managed to still smell like flowers in the morgue when everything else was dead and gross?"

"Oh, come on," Maura rolled her eyes. "I'm far from the prettiest or most striking or most beautiful woman you've come across. By those standards, you would have been questioning your sexuality years before."

"First of all, you are selling yourself way short," Jane scooted closer until she was literally face-to-face with Maura. "And, okay, it was way more than that. You were so smart and confident it made me take notice, and I was interested in what I saw and I wanted to see more. And then once I did, you were gentle and sweet underneath all that death and science and murder. You were cute and just adorable without even trying to be, and before long, all I wanted to do was just share space with you. In whatever way you'd have me. And then I'd see you in a certain dress or with your hair around your face or flirting with some random guy and you were just so effortlessly sexy that I realized that if even a fraction of that was directed at me, I'd be done. And that's when I knew, somehow, deep down, even when I couldn't let myself confront it, that all I wanted to be was with you."

Maura reached for Jane's face then, running her thumb across her lips and tracing Jane's resulting smile. "I could feel it, you know. Every time, every way you touched me. It felt different with you than it did with anyone else, even the men I had slept with. I used to think that if it felt so good just to have you hug me or rub my back or put your arm around me, what would it be like if you actually touched me? Or if I could touch you. It used to make me crazy just thinking about it."

Jane kissed Maura's finger gently before leaning in toward her lips. "Then I guess it's good that we don't just have to think about it anymore."

"No," Maura whispered, her breath tickling Jane's lips intoxicatingly. "We don't." She closed the distance then, easing her lips across Jane's slowly, teasingly, sighing as Jane's arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. They laid side-by-side, wrapped in each other's arms, kissing so gently that the heat between them built slowly but steadily.

Jane rolled on her back, pulling Maura on top of her, as Maura deepened their kiss and let her tongue roll teasingly against Jane's. Jane moaned appreciatively into her mouth in return, and the quiet vibrations seemed to travel straight through Maura's body to her core. She sat up a little in their embrace, eager to rid herself of her pajama top, grateful when Jane broke their kiss long enough to help. They eased each other out of both of their tops, Jane's no-frills camisole and Maura's silky button-up, and gazed at the reveal of creamy bare skin.

"God, you're beautiful," Jane murmured, her eyes trailing from Maura's flushed cheeks and full lips to her bare shoulders and graceful collarbone, her ample breasts and flat belly. She crashed her lips to Maura's again, reveling in how Maura's bare skin felt against her own. "You are so, so beautiful." Jane remembered Paris then, a similar scene with Maura suspended above her, her chest bare and flushed and her eyes alive with arousal. She gave in to desire then, and let her hands trace Maura's breasts, smiling as Maura gasped at her touch. "Does that feel good," she whispered, cupping Maura's breasts gently and feeling their weight fill her hands. "You feel so amazing." She was surprised at her own arousal, and given Maura's soft moans and mewls and little whines, Maura was more than enjoying it herself.

"Don't stop," Maura begged. She gasped as Jane's fingertips found her nipples. "Oh God, Jane, please don't stop." She felt the heat pooling between her legs as Jane continued to circle and stroke. "That's so good." Jane let her lips drift back to Maura's, enjoying the feeling of Maura's increasingly desperate moans against her las she gently let her fingers tease Maura's soft nipples.

Maura smiled into Jane's kiss, and felt a well of happy tears well behind her eyes. "Oh, Jane," she whispered, as Jane moved from her lips to her neck, her teeth lightly nipping at her pulse point. "Jane, Jane, Jane." God, Jane could kiss. Had she ever imagined that Jane could kiss quite like this? She moaned as Jane continued her ministrations on her neck and across her collarbone, and bucked a little when Jane's hands moved lower, stopping to rub soothingly across her lower belly before finding the waistband of her pajama pants.

"We need to lose these," Jane mumbled against her skin, and they moved together to shed their pajama bottoms and panties and toss them aside. Maura felt her breath catch as the full length of Jane's naked body pressed against her own. She rose up on her elbows above Jane, their hips still pressed together achingly, her hair falling down across Jane's face and shoulders, tickling Jane's breasts. "You feel so good," she whispered before turning her attention back to Jane's lips. "Sit up a little," she urged after a moment or two, easing up to give Jane room.

Softly, Maura pushed back on Jane's shoulders, maneuvering her into a sitting position against the headboard. Maura straddled her then, putting them eye to eye as their bodies entwined. "I want you to hold me," Maura whispered in explanation as they sat suspended together, their bodies and hearts bared to each other. "And touch me, please, please touch me."

So Jane let her hands drift from Maura's shoulders down the valley of her cleavage, gently stroking down her tummy and teasing around her belly button before easing lower into the barely-there space between them. And Maura, with her arms wrapped tightly around Jane's shoulders with her eyes locked fully on Jane's, never would have known that Jane had never done this before. She felt her body jerk, sensitive as Jane's fingers began to explore her center, and her eyes slammed shut as the sensations overtook her body.

"Look at me," Jane urged, using her free hand to stroke Maura's waist soothingly as her other paused its ministrations. "Maura, baby, look at me." Maura forced her eyes back open, focusing on Jane's soft brown eyes, the heat between her legs easing up somewhat as she took in the love and lust she saw burning there. "Just feel," Jane whispered. "It's okay. Just feel." And she continued her stroking, her fingers dancing against Maura's most sensitive parts, watching the arousal build into Maura's eyes as her breathing became heavy and her gasps spilled out into the air between them.

"Let go," Jane whispered as she sensed Maura's impending release. "Let go, Maura, I'll catch you." She matched each of Maura's strangled "Ohs" and "Pleases" with gentle words of her own. Let go. That's it, baby. Come for me. I'll catch you. Just feel. I love you. I'm going to make you feel so good. You're almost there. And Maura leaned forward to capture Jane's lips in hers as her moans intensified and her orgasm rocked her body.

"Oh my god," she murmured, overcome, before burying her face into Jane's shoulder and clinging to her as if she would disappear if she didn't. Maura was no stranger to orgasms, both with partners and from her own activities, but there was something about this one that literally took her breath away. Jane, true to her word, held her close, letting her hands soothe and stroke over Maura's soft skin as she caught her breath and recentered herself. She eased up her own grip as she felt Maura starting to pull back.

"Oh, Jane," Maura breathed, stroking Jane's face. "I've never felt anything like that. That was unbelievable. You were unbelievable."

Jane let her eyes rove Maura up and down, much like she had this morning as she'd wished for this moment but still having no idea of the mind blowing pleasure that had been on the horizon. She took in the little freckles sprinkled across Maura's delicate shoulders and the flush on her cheeks, her still-heaving chest with her generous breasts and perfect, sensitive nipples, and the intoxicating heat between her legs. Jane had been in that heat. It scarcely seemed real. "God, Maura," she sighed, tightening her hold on the woman in her arms. "All I can say is...I don't want to do that with anyone else ever, ever again."

Maura laughed, a clear, sweet, carefree laugh that was unlike anything Jane had ever heard. She let Jane tug her down to the bed and pull her into a tender embrace. "You didn't get your turn yet," Maura whispered, the gentle satisfying waves still curling through her body. "I swear, I give as good as I get."

Jane kissed her forehead tenderly. Somehow she didn't feel frustrated or keyed up or unfulfilled. There was something about Maura's climax, about not only watching her become undone but knowing that she had been the one at the heart of it, that filled her with more satisfaction and love than probably any orgasm of her own she'd ever had with anyone else. "I'm not worried," she assured her. "We have all the time in the world." She grinned, remembering Maura's words from earlier in the day. "We'll get there."