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Sitting on Jane's couch with her shoes off and glass of wine in her hand, Maura immediately felt much better. The two women had sat side by side like this so many times before—Maura felt as comfortable in these familiar surroundings as she did anywhere.

She put down her wine glass and turned toward Jane, drawing her legs up on the couch. Jane did the same, and Maura found herself staring into the deep dark eyes that she loved so much. She reached up and traced her finger down Jane's jaw line, and then leaned in and lightly brushed over Jane's lips with her own. Slowly, silently, she moved her mouth over Jane's cheekbones, nose, and chin, exploring every facial feature with her lips. She could hear Jane's breathing becoming increasingly erratic as she moved to her long, smooth throat. She felt Jane's hands on both sides of her head, tangling in her hair and holding her closer. Maura's movements became less gentle then, sucking instead of nuzzling, biting instead of kissing.

Jane pulled Maura away from her neck and captured her lips into a searing kiss. Hungrily, greedily, she took what she had been wanting for so long—total control over the warm, sweet mouth of Maura Isles. Maura gave in to her readily, making soft groaning noises at the back of her throat that sent shock waves to Jane's core.

But when Maura began a soft chant of her name interspersed with mewling sounds and short, sharp breaths, Jane remembered. She remembered Maura in this frenzied state and she loved it and feared it at the same time. She pulled away.

"Maura—" She took several shallow breaths, taking in much needed oxygen, as she extricated herself from Maura's arms and moved away from the center of the couch. Maura looked stunned, and she quickly turned away.

"I'm sorry, Jane, I'm sorry–"

"No, Maura, please listen, everything's okay—we just have to talk. I—I don't want to go through with this and then lose you again. I have to know why you left last time; I have to know what I did wrong so that I won't do it again."

Maura's emotions rose up to the surface so quickly she felt dizzy. Her voice took on a strangled tone that Jane didn't recognize. "I told you, Jane, you didn't do anything wrong! It was me! I hated myself for losing control like that. It was just fucking, Jane—I felt like I was using you just to get myself off. I didn't ask you what you wanted, or if it was okay, or . . . or anything. I just demanded what I wanted. I was as thoughtless and selfish as any of the guys I dated who just wanted me for sex. And I hate those guys, Jane. I hate them like I hated that guy in the bar today, with their leers and winks and brains no bigger than their penises!"

"Maura, it's okay—"

"No, Jane, it's not okay! You don't deserve to be treated that way. I don't want to just lust after you—lust is ugly, demeaning—"

"Like jealousy?"

"Yes, like jealousy. Another emotion I demonstrated so disastrously today." Maura sank into the couch with her head in her hands.

Finally, Jane felt like she was beginning to understand.

She got up and sat next to Maura on the other end of the couch, putting her arm gently around her shoulders.

"Maura, do you love me?"

Maura looked up, surprised. "Of course I do!"

"Tell me, then."

Maura looked slightly confused, but she replied without hesitation. "I love you, Jane." She reached out and softly touched Jane's cheek. "I love you more than anyone I've ever known. I never thought I could ever love someone so much, or want to be with someone so much. It's like you opened me up to a whole world that I knew existed out there somewhere, but that I never dreamed would be possible for someone like me. You're sweet and loving and kind and generous and beautiful and I love you."

Jane squeezed Maura tightly. "Thank you, baby, I love you too. And you know what? That night, that wonderful, horrible night, when you were quivering in my arms and begging me to fuck you, I loved you so much I thought I would explode. Yes, I was more turned on than I have ever been, and I wanted you, but the main thing I felt was love. I was inside you, Maura, inside your most intimate of places and it was like nothing else. Sure, the sex was quick and dirty but it was amazing—at least for me. And I'm so, so sorry that it wasn't just as amazing for you."

Jane paused for a moment, and stroked Maura's hair in silence. When she spoke again, her voice was deep and gentle, just above a whisper.

"From everything you've said, it seems like no one has ever shown you the loving side of sex before. And I'm kind of glad, in a really selfish way, because I get to be the one to show it to you." Jane kissed Maura's temple gently, and held her close.

Finally, Maura spoke in a small voice. "How are you going to show me, Jane? What if I'm already so broken that it doesn't work?"

"We'll work on it together. And to start, you are going to make love to me. Slowly," Jane growled, and Maura's heart jumped at the vibration she felt. "And only when you're ready, not just because we want it quick and dirty. You aren't going to just tell me how much you love me; you're going to show me. And I am going to scream and swear and totally lose all control and you'll see how wonderful it is to do that to someone that you love. And then maybe you'll let me do it to you."

"How will I know when I'm ready?"

"You'll just know."


At the door of her apartment, Jane kissed Maura goodnight and closed the door behind her. Then she went to the window to make sure she got into her car okay. She watched as Maura walked to the car and unlocked it. She watched as Maura looked up, seeing her standing in the window with the curtain pulled back.

Jane's heart pounded as Maura closed the car door and walked back up the sidewalk and up the steps. Jane opened the door for her before she had a chance to knock.

"I'm ready now, Jane," said Maura breathlessly.

"Thank goodness," exclaimed Jane, as she took the woman she loved by the hand, and led her to the bedroom.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Jane put her hands on Maura's hips and pulled her tightly against her. "We'll go slow, okay? And we can stop any time if you want—but you have to talk to me, okay?"

"Okay." Maura began sliding the straps of Jane's dress off of her shoulders, unconsciously licking her lips in anticipation.

Then she suddenly stopped. "Jane, what if I talk too much—you know, how I do sometimes?"

Jane laughed. "Then I'll just kiss you until you can't remember what you were going to say."

Maura giggled then, and her hands went back to their task. "I've been wanting to take this dress off of you all night." She tugged at the fabric until Jane's breasts were revealed. Jane's torso was covered in gooseflesh, and she struggled to control her breathing as Maura just looked at her.

"Touch me, Maura, please." Maura took a step forward, at first tentatively nuzzling her mouth between Jane's breasts, and then moaning as she pinched one nipple with her fingers and sucked on the other, stroking it with her tongue.

"Tell me what you're feeling . . . oh god, Maura, talk to me . . ." Jane arched her back and gripped Maura's hips, unable to stop herself from seeking more contact.

"I want to know what they feel like against mine," said Maura softly.

With that, Jane shimmed out of her dress completely, causing Maura to gasp and run her fingers over the fabric of the black boy shorts that had been hidden beneath the dress. The sight of those tiny, feminine shorts sitting just below Jane's jutting hip bones and an impossibly flat stomach was one that she hoped she would see again many times, and remember forever.

Jane slowly began undressing Maura, letting her dress fall to the floor. She unhooked Maura's bra and tossed it aside. Now it was Jane's turn to stare at Maura's breasts. Jane softly touched her hardened nipples as though she were afraid she would break them, but then Maura distracted her by ripping off her underwear and gently playing with the dark curls she found beneath. Jane sat on the bed and pulled Maura between her legs, removing the last bit of clothing that Maura wore and then kissing her navel and letting her hands roam over creamy thighs. Soon they were stretched out on the bed, bodies intertwined, intent on exploring every inch of each other's skin.

Soon Jane rolled over and positioned Maura on top of her, spreading her legs. Maura took the hint and put her hand between Jane's legs, cupping her there and feeling the heat emanating from her core. Slowly, she slid her fingers up and down the length of Jane's dripping center, while Jane writhed and moaned beneath her.

"It's so soft—so soft and warm and—oh!" Maura moaned as she dipped in first one finger, and then two, exploring the muscles, pushing her fingers further and further. She felt Jane clench around her so she suddenly thrust upward, hard, causing Jane to scream out "Fuck, Maura!" Maura felt a surge of arousal, and she withdrew her fingers briefly before plunging them in again, matching the rhythm that Jane was creating with her hips.

"More, Maura, fuck, please!"

Jane felt Maura's thumb on her clit then, swirling in slow circles, then fast, and then slow again, while her fingers pumped in and out. It didn't take long before Jane fell over the edge into orgasm, screaming Maura's name and making a keening sound as her inner muscles contracted violently and then finally slowed, leaving her spent and breathless.

Maura slowly extracted her fingers and curled up at Jane's side, stroking her breasts and stomach. She waited for Jane's breathing to regulate, and for her heart rate to slow down before she spoke.

"Jane, that was—"

"Amazing?" Jane managed to croak out this one word, as she put her arm around Maura's shoulders.

"I had no idea what it would feel like to be inside you. And when you came—I could feel it. The heat, and the energy—and you looked so beautiful, a new kind of beautiful that I haven't seen before. I have to see that again, Jane. Feel that again." Maura propped herself up on her elbow and moved her hand down Jane's torso, ready to plunge her fingers in again.

But Jane stopped her. "Oh, there'll be time for more of that later. Now it's your turn."

Jane flipped Maura over, pinning her to the mattress and kissing her until she moaned and gasped for breath.

"Is this okay, Maura? Tell me what you want me to do."

Maura responded with an upward thrust of her hips, trying to relieve some of the tension in her throbbing clit. Jane ground into her several times, but then stopped. "I don't want you to come too fast, baby. At least not before I've had a chance to really taste you." Jane began paving a wet trail down Maura's torso, sliding further down between her legs. Maura froze as she felt Jane's tongue lapping at her folds.

Jane asked for reassurance again. "Are you with me, Maura?"

Maura nodded vigorously, and cried out, "Don't stop Jane, that feels so good, please don't stop."

Jane continued her ministrations, increasing the pressure with her tongue. She watched as Maura began giving up all control, becoming a panting, sweaty mess.

"I love you so much, Maura, and you look so fucking amazing right now." She pushed two fingers abruptly into Maura's wetness, curling them, pushing as far as she could. Maura was still panting, with her head thrown back and her hips bucking.

All it took was for Jane to lower her mouth onto Maura's clit, flicking it with her tongue and then sucking hard, and Maura screamed in pleasure. Jane immediately covered Maura's body with her own, rolling her onto her side and holding her tightly and whispering soft "I love yous" as Maura came down from her orgasm.

After several long minutes, Maura's breathing had slowed but she still hadn't moved. With some trepidation, Jane broke the silence.

"Are you still with me, Maura? Was that okay?"

Maura muttered into the crook of Jane's neck, "Are you kidding? That was fan-fucking-tastic."

Jane giggled with relief, and felt Maura giggle along with her.

The End.

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