The final part.

"It's more comfortable than I thought it would be," Jane muttered, tugging at the side of her pants. "But I think I need to sit down before it moves."

"I have a booking for Doctor Isles," Maura said to the maître d.

"Your table is ready, or if you'd rather wait in the bar until your official time slot."

Maura looked to Jane who only shrugged. Smirking, Maura pressed the button in her purse and watched as Jane's eyes grew wide. "We'll sit now, thank you."

The woman led them through the restaurant. Maura followed close behind, only slowing as Jane wrapped a hand around her upper arm. "This thing is ah-mazing, but please don't do it when I'm walking."

Maura smirked again and pressed the button.

"Fuck," Jane shouted, then lowered her voice quickly. "I think I forgot my wallet."

"Dinner's on me," Maura said, knowing full well they'd already agreed to that arrangement. She looped her arm around Jane's as they approached the table the maître d was stood beside. She pulled out a chair and Jane lowered herself into it, covering her mouth as Maura pressed the button once more. She pulled a twenty out of her purse and handed it to the woman. "Thank you, we would like minimal disruption this evening. If we have a problem, we'll approach you, otherwise, please take our order and bring the food and nothing more."

The woman folded the note up in her hand and smiled. "Very well, Doctor Isles."

"Check you out," Jane said, raising her eyebrows. "I knew you were a rich kid."

"I am neither rich, nor a child," Maura said. "My wealthy is sustainable, it's not reliant on a product or people in poverty earning below a living wage."

The crease between Jane's eyebrows was enough to prompt Maura to continue, even if her wealth wasn't a conversation she really wanted right now. She took the small remote control out of her purse and placed it on the table.

"I will tell you more, but for every question you ask, you get a buzz. The longer my answer, the longer you will feel pleasure. Do we have a deal?"

Jane let out a soft moan, and nodded. "What do I get in return?"

Maura pressed the button briefly, and Jane chewed on her lip. "You get to choose exactly what happens once we leave here. You get the final say on dessert."

"Food dessert or…the other dessert?"

Jane squirmed as she pressed the button again. "Both, if you so please."

"Maybe we can get some to-go, for after, or maybe in the middle."

"We don't need to decide just yet."

"You're not saying much on purpose, aren't you?"

She closed her eyes and lowered her hands behind the table. Maura grinned. "From the look on your face, I'm going to say you're enjoying this as much as I am. So I don't suppose you mind."

"Fuck no."

"Good." Maura rested her elbow on the table, catching the device.

"Fuck. I didn't even ask you a question."

"My mistake," Maura said, sliding a hand across the table. "Please try to act as ordinary as possible."

"How can I when you send my body into overdrive every few seconds?"

Maura let out a soft laugh as Jane closed her eyes again. "Don't ask so many questions."

"But how…" Jane's voice trailed off. "Fine. It was great working together today."

"It was." Glancing down at the menu on the table, Maura scanned the appetisers. After a moment's silence, she looked up to find Jane staring down at her own menu. She smirked and pressed the button.

"Maura!" Jane squealed. "That's not fair! I didn't ask a question."

"Not verbally."

"What?"

"What do I want to eat?" she said, raising her eyebrows.

Jane cursed under her breath. "If you're not careful I'm gonna have to go to the bathroom before we've ordered."

She nodded. "I'll give you some reprieve, if you feel that you are too stimulated to make it until dessert."

"Just give me like ten minutes."

She followed Jane's request and they sat in silence for a few minutes, before a waiter came and took their order. The same man returned with a tray of drinks; a bottle of white, and two glasses of beer. Jane drank half of one beer within moments as Maura waited for her wine to be poured. She picked up the barely filled glass, swirled it around and took a sip. Nodding her head, the waiter filled it further.

"That's a proper wine thing," Jane said. "You like your wine?"

"I am a connoisseur."

"Bet you like those wine tasting days."

"I enjoy them, yes. What about you, are you mostly a beer drinker?"

"Yeah."

"Did you always want to be a police detective?"

Jane shrugged. "When I was five I wanted to be a plumber like my Pop. But when I got older I wanted to be a cop, maybe not a detective at that point, but when I got to help on a case I realised I didn't want to be a beat cop forever. What about you – did you always want to cut people open for a liv…?"

Jane paused. Maura held onto the button for a moment longer than she anticipated, lost for a moment in the sound of Jane's voice. "I've wanted to be a doctor for as long as I could remember. At five I was already dissecting frogs."

"Of course you were."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You seem like the type."

"What type?" Maura felt her eyebrows tug together, unsure whether to be offended or not.

"The geeky type, the kid who loves science."

"Oh. Yes." Maura sighed. "My father, we've never been very close, he brought me a science kit home one summer. He had to go to Tanzania for the rest of the year, in hindsight he was buying my forgiveness for his not being there. But it was the start of a journey I didn't realise I wanted to take."

"Into doctoring?"

The thought of the stimulation against her clit made Maura tingle. In some ways, she wished she'd brought a second, so that Jane could return the favour. Maybe next time. "I wanted to be a neurosurgeon for a while, but I'm not a people person. I never have been."

"You seem pretty people friendly to me."

"Thank you," Maura said, feeling her mood dip slightly. "But I am more analytical than social, I am merely good at masking my inabilities."

Jane leant forward, her elbows rested on the table. "If it helps, you're very good at sex."

Maura pressed down on the button again.

"Fuck, Maura."

"You said I was good…I know I am." She held the remote in between them and pressed it again, watching Jane trying to compose herself as she didn't take her finger off. She lifted her hand and Jane gripped her wrist, pushing her hand back down against it. Maura smirked again, and pushed the button to one side. "Now, now, too much stimulation and you'll be no good to me by the time our main course arrives."

"Please, Maura," she whispered, a strain in her voice that only spurred Maura on with her game of teasing. "Just make me come, just once. Then we can start again."

"No."

The waiter returned to the table then, two plates in his arms. During the food, Maura refrained from touching the button, but could see Jane staring at it, watching her hand as she didn't go anywhere near the remote. No matter how many questions Jane asked.

"How many siblings?"

"None. You?"

"Two younger brothers. What's your favourite flavour of ice cream?"

"Butterscotch. And yourself?"

"Mint chocolate."

"I'm a fan of that myself. I think I have some in the freezer at home if you'd rather have both desserts there."

"Did you ever want to be something other than a doctor?"

"No. I don't think so. Did you ever want to be something other than a plumber or cop?"

"Firefighter." Jane shrugged. "I was eight. The alarms went off at school. The big red trucks arrived and the people in full uniform."

"Was it the hot men?" Maura asked.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Jane narrowed her eyes. "Do all women find firemen hot?"

"I'm not sure of the scientific data, but I know a lot do. I'm more into women cops myself," Maura said. "Uniform not necessary."

Jane smirked. "Come on, Maura, how many questions have I asked now?"

"Sixteen."

"So where's my buzz?"

"I have some more questions for you."

"Okay."

"Why don't you find firemen hot?"

"I dunno."

"I think you do."

"I've never thought about it before, but I think it's because I've never really been that attracted to men."

Placing her knife and fork together on the plate, Maura reached her hand across the table, entangling her fingers with Jane's. "You're gay."

"Yeah. I think it's for definite."

"That doesn't surprise me." Maura laid her other hand on the table, pressing down on the button for a good few seconds. She stared at Jane as her whole face reacted. She could feel Jane's fingers wrap tightly around her hand. "The next course is coming."

The waiter swapped their plates and Maura focused once again on her dinner. She had just taken a mouthful of steak when Jane leant forward, her voice barely audible.

"How often do you masturbate?" Maura grabbed the remote and pressed the button until Jane reached out to stop her, her voice still no louder. "No more. Or I'll come right here."

"Once a day. At least. I try to do it more but it's not always possible. I find daily to be optimum for maintaining a healthy stimulation."

"Wow."

"Let me guess," Maura said. "Once a week, if that."

Jane shrugged. "Depends. Sometimes I do it a couple times a day."

"But then you don't do it again for a week."

"Kinda."

"Not been able to get an orgasm by yourself, I take it," Maura said.

Jane signed. "How do you know?"

She smiled and pressed the button so quickly that Jane let out a squeal. "When we first…shall we say you seemed a bit repressed. I've had sex with enough women, of varying experience, to recognise those who are not used to such a high."

"I did it twice this morning," Jane said, leaning close again, her button lip tucked between her teeth. "In your bed, and then in your shower. I had to resist the urge to do it in the parking lot before I came into the building."

Maura leaned forward, pulling Jane towards her with the front of her shirt. She pressed her lips to Jane's and stared into her eyes. "That makes me feel so hot. You'll have to show me, later."

"Hey! I get to decide what happens then."

"If you'd like to…"

"Thank you."

They went silent again as they finished off their meal, leaving both plates empty. Maura stood up, picking up her purse and the remote. "I need to lip to the little girls room."

"I'll be waiting," Jane said, leaning back in her seat.

Maura smirked as she walked away, picturing the look on Jane's face as she pressed the button from a few feet away.

X

Unlocking the toilet cubicle, Maura was pushed backwards. She stared at Jane as she locked the door behind her and grabbed Maura round the middle, pulling her towards her. She captured her mouth, and within seconds, Maura responded, her tongue dancing with Jane's as they made out.

"What was that for?" Maura asked.

"I can't take it any longer," Jane said, unbuttoning her pants, she grabbed Maura's hand and stuffed it into the opening.

Maura sighed, spurred on by the soft moan emanating from Jane's lips as she pushed her back against the toilet door. She slid her fingers under the stimulating device and pulled it out, resting it in her mouth. Jane took it from her as she trailed her hand back into her underwear, rubbing back and forth across Jane's hot skin. Maura leant forward, licking the device, feasting on the juices she knew had come from inside of Jane.

The increase in Jane's breath, and the continued groan escaping her mouth, only made Maura more certain that she wasn't about to stop anytime soon. She kissed her once more on the tips, before crouching down, slipping Jane's pants down far enough that she could get to her with her tongue. It didn't take long for Jane's body to shudder beneath her and she lapped up the last of her juices.

Jane pulled her back up to her mouth, and she shared the last of her feast with her. Her arousal was high, but the second Jane reached down to her thighs, she pushed her away.

"Not here. Do you want it back in while we finish up dinner?"

"Okay."

X

The remainder of the dinner was brief. Jane asked question after question once more and Maura didn't refrain from pressing the button until their glasses were empty and the piece of chocolate cake they'd agreed to share was gone. On the walk back to the car, Maura kept the remote in hand but didn't touch the button. Until they arrived back at the vehicle.

"Fuck, Maura," Jane gasped, one hand on the handle of the car. She leant forward, her eyes closed. "You drive."

"Why?"

"So you can press that button the whole way home."

"Are you sure?" Jane nodded her head. Maura took the keys and climbed into the driver's seat. She waited until Jane had sat down in the passenger seat and positioned the button between her hand and the steering wheel so that she had no option but to activate it.

Jane closed her eyes, her fingers gripping the edge of the seat, as Maura drove them through the streets of Boston and back to their apartments.

On the way into the apartment buildings small parking garage, Jane let out a long shuddered scream, and Maura felt herself growing damp.

"If we weren't a few feet from the apartment, I'd fuck you right here," Maura said, picking up her purse and dropping the remote into it.

"God, Maura," Jane said, gasping for breath. "You sure you don't just wanna sit here and let me drive you around for a while?"

Sliding an arm around Jane's back, she pulled her into her arms and kissed her, deepening the kiss with every passing second. "It's your choice, but I'd rather whatever we do, we do it naked."

"Okay."

X

Once inside the apartment, Maura dropped her keys and purse by the door and pulled Jane into her arms, sending kisses along her collarbone and down her neck. They stumbled through the apartment, not stopping until they reached the bedroom.

Jane pulled away, pushing Maura over to the bed, as she undressed. "I want you to get undressed."

She slipped out of her dress, tossing it into the clothes hamper beside her drawers. "Is this good for you?"

Jane chewed on her bottom lip, and stared at her from across the room. She ran her hands across her own skin, down between her bare legs, slipping her finger into her moistness. Maura couldn't breathe as she watched her pleasuring herself. She trailed her own hands across her breasts, but Jane walked over and pushed her hands down to her sides.

"My turn," Jane said, capturing her mouth once more. She kissed along her chin, down her neck and over her collarbone, her fingers following her mouth.

Maura could feel her body react to every kiss, every touch. When she finally reached her groin, she didn't think she could cope much longer. Jane's hot breath teased her sensitive spot, as she trailed her hands and lips down her thighs and back up again.

Jane pushed her onto the bed, and forced her thighs apart, as she knelt down on the floor, her tongue working its way along her thighs and into her body. Maura rested her hands on her head, gripped by a wave of pleasure, as Jane alternated between her clit and the moisture pooling out.

Wrapping her legs around Jane's shoulders, Maura thrust her body closer. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," Jane mumbled against her body, continue to work in tandem as Maura pushed Jane into her body faster and harder, until she felt a wave of emotion flood her and she screamed out in pleasure.

Jane crawled over her, her clit poised over Maura's face as she reached up and followed Jane's lead, digging her fingers into Jane's buttocks pulling her closer as she sucked and nibbled on her skin. She could feel Jane's pleasure pulsing through her mouth, and stopped only as she felt her body begin to shudder.

"Don't stop," Jane whispered. But Maura ignored her, and climbed up onto the bed.

"I can give you an orgasm like that, or we can try something you've probably never done before."

Jane swallowed and sighed, a soft purr exiting her mouth. "I trust you when you bring new things to the table."

Pushing Jane down on the bed, Maura lifted one leg up and over her shoulder, pushing body against Jane's until their clits rubbed together and their juices merged. Jane groaned and laid back, her eyes closed as she thrust herself quickly against Maura, picking up on what they were doing. Maura moved quickly, thrusting her body against Jane's until she could feel her reaching those highs once more. She pulled back again. Leading to a long frustrated groan leaving Jane's mouth.

"Now, we alternate…"

For the next twenty minutes, they switched between the two positions, until Maura wasn't sure she could go much longer.

"It's time," Maura whispered, sensing Jane's frustrations as she switched them once more.

She lifted Jane's leg up over her shoulder again and they rubbed their bodies against each other, thrusting so fast and hard against each other that Maura could feel wave after wave flooding her until one after the other they reached their crescendo and collapsed against the bed.

X

Early the next morning, Jane had to go to work early, leaving Maura snoozing in the bed beside her. She longed for the morning sex that they hadn't had once again, and she pushed past the desire to masturbate in the parking lot before going into the office.

By the time she arrived back at the flat later that night, she was tired. She hadn't spoken to Maura all day, but her mind had never left her. Her body responded to the memories frequently, and it took every ounce of her being not to touch herself or run to the restrooms.

When she reached the third floor, her stomach dropped as a man was locking Maura's apartment door.

"Excuse me, who are you?" she asked, staring at him, her heart thumping against her chest.

"Removal company."

"What are you doing here?"

"Removing someone's stuff…" he rolled his eyes.

"Why?"

"Lady moved out."

"Oh."

He disappeared down the stairs, leaving Jane's stomach twisted up in knots. She unlocked her apartment door, her boring apartment, with mismatched furniture, and barely any food in the fridge.

She cracked open a beer and sat down on the couch as she opened her phone to call Maura.

"What the fuck, Maura?" she asked, the second she answered her phone. "You moved without telling me?"

"I'm sorry I was going to message you later."

"How much later?"

"An hour or two."

Jane could feel anger rising inside of her. "Why did you move? How did you move so quickly?"

"My house is ready."

"You have a house?" she asked.

"I've always had a house. It needed some work."

"Oh."

"You're disappointed."

"Yes, I am."

She could hear the softness in Maura's voice as she spoke. "You're welcome to come over."

"Now?"

"Of course."

"Is it big?" She pictured a mansion with sixteen rooms, and Maura lay on a chaise longue, being fed grapes, as removal men in tight pants walked around her.

"Yes."

"I knew you were rich."

"Are you coming over or not?"

"Why do you need to know?" Jane asked.

"So I can send the removal company away."

"What if they stayed?"

Maura let out a soft chuckle. "You want to have sex with the removal company?"

Jane moaned. "No. I want to have sex with you while they're in the other room…"

"I didn't realise you were so adventurous."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Doctor Isles."

"I'll send you an Uber."

Jane sipped her beer, not moving from the couch. "I'll be waiting."

"I'll be masturbating."

"Fuck." Jane coughed, almost dropping her beer. "Don't. I can't."

"Uber will be fifteen minutes, depends how quick you are."

"Stay on the phone with me?" She unzipped her pants with one hand, placing her beer on the small table beside the couch as her hand dipped into her underwear.

"Sure, why not."

As she imagined Maura's hand on her, she sighed. "I miss you not being next door."

"I'll miss it too."

"Except your music."

Maura laughed again. "Jane, do you want to have phone sex or talk, because we don't have time for both."

"Sex. Definitely sex."

"Okay. Are you naked?"

"Not yet."

"Then get naked, because my words are just as powerful as my tongue."

"Fuck," Jane groaned, tugging off her pants until the cool air hit the heat of her body. "Are you naked?"

"I've been naked since I answered the phone."

"I'm gonna need longer than fifteen minutes," Jane growled. "Cancel the Uber and book it again once we're done?"

"I didn't book it yet."

"Good, because all I can think about is fucking you over the phone."

THE END - IT'S FINISHED - IT'S COMPLETE - THIS IS DONE - THE FUTURE IS IN YOUR HEAD ;)