A/N: It is with great and profound sadness that I post this chapter. I know it's not much, but I would like to dedicate this story to Lee Thompson Young, a man gone too soon. Rest in peace, Lee.

Under The Covers

Jane had been calling Maura's cell since she left the prison. Now, she was knocking on Maura's door. "Hey, Maur, I know you're in there," she argued, "Are you gonna let me in or let me freeze to death?" The sun had set fully now, and a winter chill had settled over the city of Boston. Jane pressed her ear up to the door, hoping to hear Maura's heels on the tiled entrance way. "I brought food," Jane called through thick oak, "From that gross-" she caught herself, "-From that Vegan place you like," she said looking down her nose with displeasure at the plastic bags in hand. "Maura, come on!"

After several minutes of silence, Jane decided to take matters into her own hands. Setting the bags down, she slipped around the side of the house, using her cell phone for light. Jane reached the electrical fuse box attached to the concrete exterior. Popping open the slightly rusted door, she reached in, carefully shifting through wires and cables until she felt her fingers touch duct-tape that was concealing a small object. Prying the tape from the metal box, she pulled it out and looked at it. Maura had only ever entrusted Jane with the location of her spare key in case of an emergency.
Sliding the key into the lock, hearing the clicks and the unmistakable sound of something heavy unlocking, Jane entered, setting down the bags at the door, and locking it behind her.

The house was dark, lacking its usual warmth. Jane made her way up the stairs. She wasn't anxious, her gut wasn't folding in on itself the way it did when one of the team was in danger. Instead, she was taken aback by a profound sadness that had settled heavily on her shoulders. The house lacked life, the stairs made no sound beneath her weight; taking a deep breath she walked slowly down the hall towards Maura's bedroom.

The door was already slightly ajar, Jane knocked softly, gently pushing her way in. The bedroom was just as cold as the rest of the house. The only sign of life was a small figure laying on the right side of the bed, covered in layers of expensive silk and feathers. Jane was certain she heard the figure release a quiet sob.
"Maura?" Jane asked quietly, standing at the foot of the bed.
"Go away, Jane," Maura said, her voice thick with tears and emotion.
"No." Jane stated.
"Please," Maura said, a fresh wave if tears overcoming her, "I just want to be alone."
It only took Jane a moment to decide what she was going to do. She walked around to the left side of the bed, pulled down the covers, kicked off her shoes, and slid into bed.
She shifted herself, moving closer to Maura. Jane reached out and took her hand in hers, tracing small circles with her thumb on Maura's beautiful porcelain skin.
Jane wondered what it would be like to envelop this woman completely, taking her into her arms and shutting out the rest of the world. She could see herself placing soft kisses down her neck, slipping her fingers under Maura's silk negligée...

"I'm sorry," Maura said, snapping Jane back to reality.
"For what?" Jane spoke to Maura's back, she loved seeing her in over-sized sweaters.
"For not waiting for you," Maura's voice was thick with guilt and pain. Jane was surprised. She knew that she was talking about not waiting for her at the prison, but there was something else in her voice, a desperation that Jane had never heard before. She tightened her grasp on Maura's hand.
"It's okay," she said.
"No, it's not," several minutes passed before Maura spoke again. "You're my constant." Jane's stomach dropped. "You're the only one..." Maura didn't seem to know how to finish her thought.
Maybe Jane was reading into things, seeing things that weren't there, misunderstanding hidden meanings between words... but what did she have to lose?

Jane shifted her weight to her elbow and pressed herself flush against Maura, wrapping her arm around her tightly, burying her face into her neck, placing a soft kiss just behind Maura's ear. Their legs immediately intertwined, and Maura held hands hand as it reassured her.
"I love you, Maura," she said, not caring how she would interpret it. Jane meant it though, she meant every single syllable. She loved her as her best friend, she loved her romantically, she loved her in every way possible.
She felt Maura squirm, she held Jane's hand around her even more tightly, twisting her head to look up at Jane.
"You mean that?" Maura asked.
Jane could not tear her eyes away from Maura's beautiful features, her eyes, her lips, the barely visible wrinkles from her brilliant smile. Yes. She loved this woman. Jane nodded, allowing a small smile to tug at the corner of her lips.
"Me too," Maura whispered.
Jane leaned down, hesitating briefly, and kissed Maura's cheek, softly and longingly. When she pulled back she could see the tears in Maura's eyes, a soft smile across her face. Jane leaned down to kiss her other cheek, but Maura caught her with her lips, causing Jane to pull back suddenly.

Flickering between Maura's lips and eyes, Jane leaned down slowly, Maura matching her, and their lips met for the first time. Softly, sensuously, Jane's emotions went into overdrive at the sensation of Maura's lips on her own. She kissed her, pulling away only slightly every so often. She could feel Maura's tongue against her lips, and that was all the invitation she needed.
In one swift movement Jane flipped Maura onto her back, and straddled her, kissing her fiercely. Their tongues met, sliding against each other, Maura already had one hand underneath Jane's shirt, the other was cupping her cheek as they feverishly fought for control.
They broke apart to remove Maura's sweatshirt and Jane's tank top, and crashed against each other, melting into each other. Jane ran her hand down Maura's side, brushing her covered breast as she went. It felt like her skin was on fire, every pore was burning for more. But something was wrong.
"Maur-" Jane tried as the doctor was focused on Jane's lips and how much she could devour of them.
"Maura," Jane said, taking the opportunity when they broke apart for air.
Jane put her hands on Maura's bare shoulders, "Maura, stop," she said.
Maura's chest was heaving with breathlessness, red marks adorning her untainted skin.
"I thought you wanted to-" Maura said.
"I did, I do," Jane said, still trying to catch her own breath. "It's just, not like this." Maura looked like a lost puppy. She'd never been denied sex before, this was truly baffling to her.
"Then like what, Jane?" She asked almost coldly.
"Hey," Jane, still straddling her, cupped her face and said, "Not right now. Soon. I just don't want our first time together to be the highlight of your prison release." Maura smiled.
"Okay," she said, "But we can still do this," she reached up and gripped Jane's neck, pulling her down until their lips met once again.

The End.

A/N: I'm sorry to those who may have expected more from this fic - I also apologise for the abrupt ending. Let me be clear - this is the end! I was halfway through writing this chapter when I found out about Lee Thompson Young. So it went in a very different direction than I thought it would. I would have drawn it out more with more build up, but to be honest I want to start fresh and having this unfinished fic lingering about just added to the grief, like some kind of offensive propaganda. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me over the last couple of weeks, it truly has meant a lot to me.