Well, I guess you all liked it then! Thank you SO much for all the great reviews! I think I've found my vocation.

**This chapter has been re-written, I wasn't happy with it, I'd rushed it and it didn't work, so please re-read if you've already been here, I promise you it's now much better, but very angsty for Jane I'm afraid...but I on;y do happy endings so don't panic!**

So here's some more entertainment for you. Still M-rated, with a bit of angst thrown in as well for good measure, but basically, it's still a love story, and our girls always come out on top. Graphic sex and language, if you didn't like it in the first chapter, you certainly won't like it in this! Thanks again for the reviewing- it's important to me that you appreciate the meaning and sentiment of the words, not just the fact that it's a 'tad' graphic.

So, to the story...let's read shall we?..

Saturday, the morning after the night before...

"And we were worried we'd be no good at it."

Well, as it turned out, they were rather good at it, so good in fact that they did it again. This was all quite unexpected, considering the fact that they both felt rudderless in these uncharted waters. Up until recently they had only had past experience of men, doing manly type things to them, and they were seemingly content and fulfilled with their lot- men were their only frame of reference. Well, how things can change.

Like someone who always drinks tea, so happy and comfortable with tea, tea is the answer to everything so why would they want to try coffee? And then they taste those dark seductive little beans and it's a joy to behold and why oh why didn't someone tell them sooner?

So now, slowly coming round after a night that seemed to have started three years ago, they were feeling rather pleased with themselves- and rightly so. Lady Jane Grey had jumped into bed with Italian rich roast and produced an intoxicating blend of need, want and desire. It was a lethal combination- and proving to be highly addictive.

As Jane and Maura locked eyes, they smiled at each other smugly, both aware that last night was probably, no, definitely the most highly charged and sexually fulfilling night they'd ever had, and the memory of it all would mean they could die happy- as long as they got to do it again of course.

Both women had been nervous about where last night would lead them, and for once, they had been open with each other and actually talked about it. Not skirted around it, not deflected, not presumed that just because neither of them seemed anxious or uncomfortable, it didn't mean they weren't. For two serious non-talkers, the revelations from last night had opened up all lines of communication.

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" Hey you"

" Hey you too"

Though communication was apparently limited this morning.

"I'm hungry"

"I need to pee"

"That means moving doesn't it?"

"I don't think I can...I don't think my legs are attached."

""I'll check...yep, still there... but they might be on the wrong way round."

"Mmm...awkward..."

"Yes...but you're a doctor, you could perform an emergency...'legectomy'...that'd fix 'em"

" I didn't bring my emergency 'legectomy' tools..."

"Oh... well...I'm good with legs, I could try if you like...let's see now...yep... a ha! I see the problem..."

" What is it Detective?"

" I think a sixty-nine should do it..."

Friday night.

Maura knew all about the health benefits of sex, had preached to Jane on several occasions that a vigorous bout of sex was as good as a cardio-vascular workout at the gym.- and after licking Jane's fingers clean of her own juices, she had to agree with the detective that her cum probably was good for her immune system.

More likely though, it was Jane who was good for her, Jane who had gone down on her and eaten her out like a veteran. Jane who had almost made her come on the dance floor, just by touching her. Jane, who until tonight Maura was sure was relatively reserved in the bedroom. How wrong can a girl be? Well, maybe not as wrong as Jane would want Maura to believe.

As she lay in Jane's arms, still coming down from the most intense orgasm she'd ever had, she was realising that the detective really was a surprise package- like an endless game of pass the parcel, the music stops, you rip off a layer of wrapping only to find another, and another, feeling that you'll never get to the present inside. Well, Jane was the present, and if you played the game patiently enough and peeled away enough layers, out she'd jump, ready to claim you. 'Deceptively complex' really didn't seem to cover it, and lying here next to her she found herself pondering all things Jane.

Maura had learned over their years of friendship that while Jane may initially come across as bullish and stand-offish, if you peel back enough of those layers, you'll almost find the real Jane- someone who cared deeply about the well being of others- to the detriment of herself- the ultimate giver, a woman who would run over hot coals to protect those who meant the most to her.

A woman who, if you'd earned her trust enough, if she believed that you wouldn't take her heart and shatter it into a thousand pieces, well, she would without any shadow of doubt give her own life for you. And a love like that should be cherished and never taken for granted.

But Maura knew how hard Jane had worked to get back to some semblance of her true self, and wished she could have known the young, innocent Jane, just starting to make her mark on the world, before Hoyt got hold of her and stripped her of almost every decent thought she'd ever had. If Maura had known Jane pre- Hoyt, how differently would their lives have turned out?

Laying here now, listening to Jane's slow steady breathing, Charles Hoyt was the last person she expected to be thinking about- how dare he invade her happiness on such a blissful night? She shuddered at the thought and she glanced across, hoping Jane hadn't noticed.

But then, isn't that exactly what it's like for Jane? The nightmares are still there, after all these years Hoyt can still get to her, still bring all the fear and humiliation back to her in her dream state. But, he would never have the one thing he truly fantasised about, and the one thing that could have destroyed her - the control of Jane in her awakened state.

For all she endured at his hands, all the humiliation he dealt her, she still didn't give him the satisfaction of controlling her mind... and how strong must she have been to be able to do that? To be so close to broken and still be able to fight back? The human spirit and it's will to try and repair itself was a constant wonder to Maura, but she knew that Jane wasn't fully repaired, not really.

The physician in Maura wanted to heal Jane...the human being in her just wanted to love her.

Jane had classic control issues of her own, and while Hoyt might have failed to completely break her, he left her a legacy of scar tissue. She could never let anyone see her as weak or vulnerable, as anything less than in total control- Maura let herself, just for a second, wonder if this meant perhaps Hoyt did win that sick little game after all.

Jane had gradually built a wall around herself, and if no one could penetrate it then she was safe from more hurt and having to repair herself again. Anyone who did manage to breach those walls had earned her trust enough to stay within its confines. But it brought with it a self-imposed loneliness, and sometimes it was just too damn hard to try and let people in.

Maura understood this- although her loneliness wasn't self-imposed, the end result was not knowing how to let people in. Yet, somehow, against all the odds, those two lonely souls had found each other, and had let each other in, and they fell into place like square pegs in square holes. It was more than Maura had thought possible

.

Coming down from an intense orgasm and aftershocks that probably registered on the Richter scale, Maura wanted nothing more than for Jane to experience not being in control, of being so completely consumed by pleasure and need that coherent thought was impossible- and being totally at the mercy of the other woman. Jane would do anything to make Maura's first time with her as amazing as possible, but it was likely to be at Jane's own expense. From past conversations about sex, and reading between the lines recently, she knew Jane was a giver, but that she found it hard to gain pleasure from taking- to be vulnerable and exposed. Maura wanted Jane to trust her enough to finally let it all go.

For someone who claimed not to be a hugger Jane was doing a fair impression of one right now, wrapped around Maura like she couldn't let go of her. And actually, she didn't think she could. Tonight had been everything she'd hoped for and more- from the moment she saw Maura heading towards her in the restaurant to right now, sweaty, hot, and happier than she could ever remember. She wasn't entirely sure that if someone counted down from ten and clicked their fingers, she wouldn't just wake up and realise that like Bobby in the shower, it had all been a dream.

" Maura...you awake?"

" I am...are you?"

"Uh huh..."

"That's good..."

"It's real then?...I mean...we just did all that didn't we? I'm not imagining the taste of you..."

"No, it's definitely me...like 'soapy honey' you said."

"Good for your immune system...we should bottle it...make a fortune."

" I 'm not sure I could keep up with the demand Jane...and you certainly couldn't...you'd be permanently exhausted..."

"Yeah...but what a way to go!"

They snuggled up together, the need for skin on skin contact still strong, and gently stroked each other, feeling the subtle curves and dips, feeling their way across ribs and hips and backs, and that familiar ache was still there. Like a pulse, it showed just how alive they were to each others need. Jane pulled away gently and propped herself up on her elbow, and absently stroked Maura's breast.

"You know, before we met I hardly ever thought about sex...I mean, if it came along I'd take it, just to get off...but, really, I wasn't all that bothered by it to be honest..." Maura turned onto her side to face Jane, running her hands along the length of her back.

"I'd be tired from work" Jane continued, "and just need sleep...or food then sleep, and sex never really crossed my mind...until I started to think of you as more than just a friend," She leaned down and took a nipple in her mouth, licking and sucking gently. "And I'd be so frustrated, and I didn't understand it, all I knew was I'd go home and think of you..."

Maura smiled, "That explains all those late night texts...and I just thought you were having trouble sleeping..."

Jane laughed, " I was...it was you keeping me awake me all night."

She bit gently on the nipple and swirled round it , feeling it harden on her tongue.

"Mmm, Jane, that's so nice...so, when you were lying in bed, all alone, did you get yourself off thinking about me?" Maura felt herself shift a little, pushing her legs together, the ache at her core becoming stronger.

"Well I had to do something to pass the time didn't I?... I'd imagine doing this..." and she bit down again, this time sucking harder... " and this," and her left hand slowly made it's way to Maura's soft little curls and she stroked the mound teasingly, " and I'd picture you, with my fingers inside you...and I'd come so hard I'd scream into my pillow!" She laughed again at the memory, blushing just a little, which Maura thought was so very cute- so 'Jane'.

She was enjoying the easy way that Jane was telling her all this- confident, open- little by little Jane was chipping away at the wall around her- and Maura couldn't love her more.

" In my head, you were amazing" Jane continued..."but the reality is just...wow...you take my breath away...and I can do all the things I imagined... I'm still pinching myself that this is really happening." She brought her hands up to cup Maura's face, and kissed her tenderly.

"I love you" she whispered against Maura's cheek, " I'll always love you..."

Maura could tell that Jane was ready to make love to her again, and as much as she really wanted to feel Jane's fingers inside her, she knew that Jane hadn't had any release- she must be desperate to climax by now. As much as Jane selflessly insisted on the perfect date for Maura, Jane's release was now much more important, was what would make it perfect. She kissed Jane back and sat up on the bed, pushing her hair back with both hands, and Jane reluctantly had to tear herself away.

"I'm thirsty, is there any water in the fridge do you know?" Maura asked, and Jane suddenly remembered something. "Oh, shoot!" and she shot off the bed and padded to the fridge,

"I forget all about this!" and she held up a bottle of champagne," We were supposed to have it when we got to the suite...but you distracted me again! You see?... that's what you do...you distract me!" Maura laughed- as Jane became more animated her hair was becoming more...'expressive'. It was positively bouncy and stray curls were springing from side to side- her dishevelled look was so cute that Maura wanted to hold the image in her head as long as possible, as a snapshot keepsake.

It was also revealing to Maura that Jane seemed so comfortable padding about in the nude- was this another sign that Jane was perhaps letting go of some of her hang-ups? Maybe. Although, once you're naked with your best friend and you're eating her out like it's pizza night at the apartment, it might be a little late for coyness. But Maura needed to be sure that when it was her turn to go down on Jane- and she very much hoped she would - that Jane was truly able to let go and lose herself in the feelings and heightened sensations of an incredibly intense orgasm as much as she had.

" Do you have any idea just how gorgeous you are Jane?" she said in a more serious tone now. Jane just laughed the question off, still not able to accept a compliment, always embarrassed. Jane didn't really think of herself as anything other than too tall and leggy, with mad hair that never quite did what it was told. She deflected the comment by opening the bottle of champagne and they both watched as the cork shot out like a rocket, hit the ceiling, shot back down again and landed in Jane's outstretched hand- a move that if she'd tried to pull off would have failed spectacularly. Jane just stood grinning at Maura, who was suitably impressed.

"Softball's really working for you Detective!...come on, pour me a glass, I'm thirsty...any moisture I had seems to have disappeared completely...it's all your fault." she said mischievously, with a wink for good measure.

She'd decided that whilst she'd never actively encourage drunkenness, Jane could relax so much more with some alcohol down her- and that's such a 'Jane' thing to say...she's a bad influence on me! Jane came back to the bed looking overly innocent, and poked Maura's chest.

" Hey!...how's that my fault? You started it, with your dragging me off the dance floor and back to your cave... you only have yourself to blame." She handed a glass to Maura and took a swig of her own. "Wow, that's good stuff!" and she swigged some more. " I could get used to this!"

Yes, thought Maura, she's loosening up quite nicely.

They sat up on the bed, laughing, playing and just enjoying each other. Maura called room service to get another bottle of champagne, this one wasn't going to last long. They talked about past relationships, about their chequered histories with unsuitable men, and soon enough the subject turned to sex- Jane in particular was fascinated by Maura's volume during it.

" I have to say, you're uh...quite vocal in bed aren't you Doc? Took me by surprise I must say... all that dirty talk...didn't know you had it in you."

Maura laughed and nearly spluttered her champagne- she hadn't realised the effect Jane going down on her would have, and certainly hadn't realised how much noise she had made.

"I think it had more to do with what I had in me..." and she took Jane's fingers in hers and interlocked them, "and it's only with you," and Jane gave her an 'oh really?' look as she sipped her drink.

"Yes...really..." Maura could honestly say that while she was certainly no prude, she'd actually surprised herself as well. She looked into Jane's eyes and saw love, and friendship and passion and all the elements that make a true relationship- and she felt tears beginning to well.

" It's all you Jane... I've never felt like that about anyone else, with anyone else...it's...it's hard to explain..." and she trailed off, slightly frustrated that she couldn't find the words. But Jane knew the words- she'd felt the same earlier, when they were dancing together.

"Like you've become one body...one soul?.. like I can see inside your soul, because it's mine too...one mind, one body...does that make sense Maura?...is it like that for you?" And Jane's eyes were brimming with tears as well.

Her words had been barely a whisper, from an already husky timbre, but it sounded like the loveliest voice she'd ever heard, and she took Jane's glass, and put them both down. She scooted closer to Jane and gently pulled her in. They just held each other for what seemed an eternity.

"Exactly like that Jane"

They were dragged from their reverie by a knock at the door...room service had arrived with their champagne. " Just a second!" Jane hurriedly looked for something to cover herself, but it would take too long to put her suit back on, so she grabbed the top sheet from the bed and quickly wrapped it around her torso . She opened the door, keeping most of herself hidden behind it, and took the ice bucket from the young man who'd been sent to deliver it- she realised she didn't have any cash on her for a tip, so Maura rummaged for her wallet and threw it to Jane, who caught it in her free hand. "Nice throw Maura." She took out a ten dollar bill, then wasn't sure if that was enough, so she gave him a twenty with a wink and a smile, and closed the door quickly.

On the other side of the door, young Wesley made a mental note to make sure he got to take anything else to room 121- the one with the two hot lesbians. Fuck yeah!

Maura had decided she needed to freshen up, she wanted to be clean for the next bout of lovemaking- she wasn't tired at all, and they had the whole weekend to catch up on sleep, but right now she just wanted Jane- it was almost too much to see her wrapped in that bed sheet, she looked sexy as hell, and Maura couldn't wait much longer.

"I'm going to take a shower...do you want to join me Detective?"

Jane saw the way her girlfriend was eying her up and down, it was still amazing to her that she had this effect on Maura. She felt herself getting wet again, and her core was aching to be filled- preferably with Maura's fingers. She quickly placed the champagne and ice bucket in the fridge- she'd be needing the ice later.

"Well, we're always being told to conserve water Doctor, and it's our civic duty to comply...and I don't think I'm nearly wet enough..." She let the sheet drop to the floor, and Maura's nipples suddenly stood to attention.

"Shower...now!" And Maura grabbed Jane's arm and pulled her into the bathroom.

It really was a fantastic shower, it curved round rather than being square, and there was plenty of room for the two of them, with a high ledge at the bottom and a continuous tiled wall all around to the door.

Maura turned it on and waited for it to get to the optimum temperature- '104 degrees or thereabouts', but without a thermometer she would have to make an 'educated estimation'. "You mean a guess, Maura," - and while they waited they each used the toilet.

Jane declared the shower was probably bigger than her apartment, and definitely cleaner.

"Room in here for a threesome" she muttered..."if that was your thing, which it's not...obviously." Maura missed that comment, thankfully, as she was busying herself with gels and washes. The room was steaming up nicely and Maura stuck her head out to call to Jane "Come on in, the water's lovely."

This was a fantasy that Jane had often thought about. It reminded her of that day just a month ago when Maura had walked from the shower into the living room wearing just a towel, and how visibly uncomfortable Jane had been... she didn't feel her heart start to race initially, or notice how her breathing was becoming slightly laboured. All she could register was the memory of feeling uncomfortable...as if, somehow she shouldn't be here, wasn't good enough to be here- but that was stupid wasn't it?... because she wanted to be here, wanted to be with Maura in the shower... Maura was all she'd ever want.

She stepped in to find a goddess under the shower, raking her hands through her wet hair, and Jane was taking in the image but her brain seemed to be on some kind of delay, and was switching the images around so she couldn't get her thoughts in any coherent order. She was struggling to breathe now, and her natural instinct was to run when she heard Hoyt's voice in her head- his voice saying her words. Maura looked round to see an apparently terrified Jane shaking her head. Jane closed her eyes to try and blink Hoyt away, and now it was her voice..."I... shouldn't be here... this is all some kind of sick joke, why would this... goddess want someone like me?" Maura hoped she recognised what was happening, and calmly made her way over to Jane-though she felt anything but calm.

As she stood looking at a worried Maura- looking through Maura- Jane suddenly felt very small, and this thing with Maura was so very big, and Hoyt had told her that no one would ever want her again, she was damaged and broken and why would Maura want someone so weak and scarred, and I'm not weak but I feel so weak, and there's nowhere to hide in here and I...can't breathe...I just can't breathe...I just...and she collapsed into the doctors waiting arms.

"Jane" Maura said in the most soothing voice she could find, as she guided her back towards the shower head, "Jane...come on sweetie, it's okay...you're ok...your having a panic attack...and I know it's hard but I need you to try and breathe...come on...breathe Jane...let's get under the water shall we?...that's it...doesn't that feel better?.."

She held Jane in her arms and soothed and rubbed her back, all the while trying to regulate her breathing, trying to coax her back to life. They stayed under the water for several minutes, Maura's gentle encouragement soothing her, and Maura could feel her starting to relax. Jane's arms still hung by her sides, but she could feel the water, and hear Maura's words washing over her, and she slowly brought her arms up and loosely around Maura's neck.

"That's it sweetie...breathe in and out...it's okay baby...everything's going to be okay, I've got you..I'm not going anywhere...no one can hurt you now sweetie... you're safe with me..."

And there it was, the trigger...'safe with me'...three little words that seemed to resonate around the walls with the force of a grenade and bring Jane back to herself, and to Maura, and reality. She shifted slightly and pulled Maura in closer and her arms wrapped themselves tightly round the doctors neck.

"Jane..?"

Maura held her closer still, never wanting to let her go. Jane blinked her eyes open, she could breathe, and feel, and Maura was holding her...Maura...and she held on as if for dear life, needing Maura as close as possible, not wanting to acknowledge the stifling fear she'd been gripped by in case it came back. Maura understood Jane's need, and just held her, tracing her hands over her back..."It's okay baby...I've got you..."

"Hold me close, please...I just want to feel you close...I can't explain it...but I can never be close enough to you...I'm sorry...don't let go." Maura wanted to weep at Jane's words, and had to fight the urge to crumble- Jane needed her to be strong for both of them- Hoyt would never win this battle.

"I'm right here... I'm not going anywhere."

They stayed like that for a long time, holding each other up, the shower still running. Throughout all of this Jane hadn't really cried, as if that would be finally admitting defeat-to show another weakness. Maura was sure the tears would come, she just had to be ready for when they did.

Their bodies as close as humanly possible, Jane hadn't really noticed the hands gently caressing her back and sides- she had just gotten used to it. She hadn't noticed their hips softly moving against each other either- but she was now very aware of the ache between her legs, and how wet she was and how much she needed to feel Maura inside her. Shifting a little she brought one leg over Maura's, giving her something to grind against, Maura matching the steady rhythm.

She nuzzled Maura's neck, softly at first, then as her need grew stronger she nipped and grazed her shoulders, leaving a mark, letting Maura know she was hers. She needed to be in control. and Maura was ready to let her- Jane had come back to her.

She leaned down and kissed Maura, her hungry mouth finding willing lips, a deep moan escaping, and still it didn't feel close enough. She moved her leg back round and pushed her hips into Maura's sex, grinding against her own wet pussy. She led them away from the shower, still locked together, and lifted one leg onto the ledge below, giving her a better position to grind into Maura, but she needed more, this could never be enough.

"Maura...please..." she was breathing heavily, but at least she was breathing, and she needed to feel truly alive again, and she wanted to Maura to be the one to do it. They locked eyes, she took Maura's hand and brought it down to her mound, "Please Maura..." and Maura cupped Jane's pussy in her hand, bringing it back and forth, her middle finger feeling Jane's wetness, parting her folds now as she slid up and down, her fingers getting wetter, Jane's legs parting further to allow her to slide the finger in. In and out, in and out, Maura felt Jane for the first time, one finger easily sliding in, twisting and curling, and Jane was getting wetter, her soft walls inside felt warm and slick, and she slid her index finger in as well this time, still twisting and turning gently.

"Oh, fuck... Maura..."

Maura cupped Jane's breast in her free hand and massaged it, using her thumb and forefinger to roll the rock hard nipple, twisting, tweaking, squeezing, and then took it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, all the while still working her fingers in Jane's wet pussy, wanting Jane to feel everything she had felt earlier. She took the nipple in between her teeth and Jane shuddered, "oh that's so good baby.. keep doin' that...oh yes...harder baby...that's it," and she bit and sucked harder, and now she pushed another finger up into Jane, three fingers now ramming into her, twisting and scraping against her walls, and Jane was writhing and growling, she was breathless, and needed to steady herself against the shower wall. "Faster baby...please go faster...fuck me Maura...really fuck me...you feel so good inside me...I love how you feel inside me..." Maura crashed her mouth against Jane's and kissed her hard, her tongue darting everywhere, wanting to feel everything. She was close to coming herself, but would wait a lifetime if it meant Jane got her release.

Maura's arm was beginning to ache, and she needed to change position so she knelt down to part Jane's legs further.

She watched her fingers slam into Jane, she was so wet and she could feel it splashing onto her face. Jane's pussy began to feel different inside, as if the walls were tightening, and Maura knew she was close to orgasm. She caught the scent of Jane's pussy juices and knew she had to taste them- using her left hand she found Jane's red and swollen clit and licked around it and Jane nearly launched herself off the floor, " Oh sweet Jesus Maura...yes!...oh...suck it, suck my clit...please..."

Maura sucked and nipped hard on her clit, while still working her fingers in and out. After a while she could feel Jane's wall tightening, she would be coming soon, and she knew she'd come hard. She stood up, still pushing into her, twisting her fingers and finding her G-spot, and she went to work on her nipples again- they were so hard, and as Maura licked and sucked on them, she knew she herself was about to come. She rubbed Jane's clit with her thumb, while whispering in her ear.

"Come with me Jane...I know you're close and so am I...let me make you come like you made me..."

"So close Maur...fuck me hard...fuck my pussy...I wanna come so hard...fuck me Maura...

"Yes Jane...so hard...you like me fucking you? Feels so good in your wet pussy...come for me Jane..."

Maura took her hand down to her own clit and rubbed hard and fast, but as Jane felt herself coming she quickly pulled Maura's hand away and replaced it with her own, and pushed two fingers into Maura while rubbing her clit, making her come straight away..."Oh fuck Jane... come with me..."

"Oh God Maur...I'm gonna come...gonna come...oh yes...yes...yes!"

"Come with me Jane...that's it baby...let it all out ...let it all go...I'm right here with you...you're safe with me baby...let it all out..."

Maura held her while she shuddered to orgasm, it seemed to rip through her, wave upon wave, and she needed Maura to keep her upright. She was shaking and breathing hard, and Maura's fingers were still inside her as she came back down. When Maura released her fingers Jane fell slowly to the floor, tears silently falling at first, but soon they were loud, violent sobs, shaking her to her core. Maura joined her on the shower floor, holding her as she rocked backwards and forwards- she couldn't control the tears and she really didn't want to- as much as it hurt, she knew she had to do this now, with Maura.

Jane was finally letting go- letting go of years of hurt, and pain and humiliation, letting go of Hoyt and all the physical and mental torture that he put her through. All of it was released while being held in Maura's arms. Maura- the one person she could trust enough to see her break down- the one person strong enough to help Jane break down that wall.

The physician in her had helped to heal her...the human in her just loved her more.

Maura watched Jane as she slept, she looked so peaceful, it was hard to reconcile this image with the one of Jane panicked and scared in the shower. She loved this woman with every fibre of her being- this proud, strong, brave beautiful woman who had chosen her, of all people, to love.

They were no longer lost, no longer alone, they'd found their square matching peg- and tomorrow morning they would start the day tired, spent and exhausted-but together.

And they wouldn't have it any other way.

So glad Jane could finally do that...I love these two so much.

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