Jane returned to see that Maura hadn't moved from where she had been when Jane left. She felt her cheeks flush as she thought about what had just happened and offered a shy smile.

"So, what made you drive out here in your pajamas at three in the morning?" she asked, sitting down on her side of the bed and leaving a little space between them. Of course, the space didn't last long as Maura scooted closer and snuggled into her side.

"I couldn't sleep," Maura answered. "You were bothering me because you've been avoiding me and I couldn't figure out why. Though, given the trail of evidence I assume it has something to do with a wet dream you had several weeks ago when the behavior began."

Jane cleared her throat. "You, uh, you know you don't have to talk about it like that."

"Oh, sorry," Maura mumbled. "I was just happy to come up with a conclusion of some kind that might help me understand your behavior. It's bothered me so much."

"I'm sorry, Maura," Jane said. "I was embarrassed, and… well, given who… I just…"

"Who was your dream of?" Maura asked her tone curious and mischievous. She only grinned wider as Jane's face became redder. "Ah, it was of me?"

"Yeah…"

"I wish you had said something." Maura moved to sit on Jane's lap. "We could have been having so much fun over the last few weeks."

"Maura!"

"What? It's true, we could have been enjoying a variety of different fantasies and positions, as well as the myriad of toys available to us as women." Maura hadn't planned on saying quite so much, but she was enjoying watching Jane's face turn purple from embarrassment. "You really shouldn't be so embarrassed, Jane. It's not like I would tell everyone about what we do during our sexual endeavors."

"That's… beside the point…" Jane mumbled. "Maura, I'm still catching up with the fact that my best friend is okay with the fact that I want to have sex with her."

"Hmm, I could see why that may cause problems. But, Jane, I don't just want to have sex with you," Maura told her. "I also want to be able to go out with you and be able to openly tell those who flirt with you while you're oblivious to go to hell because you're mine. I want to be able to take you out for dinner and hold your hand while we talk about anything and everything. I want to be able to cuddle up next to you while watching TV with your family."

"You want to be able to be with me," Jane concluded. "Trust me Maura, I have no problem with any of that because I want it to. I've just been preoccupied with the whole sex part lately, that's all."

Maura shifted on her lap to lean down and speak in her ear, and she was happy to notice briefly that Jane was trying, and failing, to not look down her top at her cleavage. "I have no problem helping you with this preoccupation so that we can focus on the other parts," she whispered in Jane's ear, earning a very bothered groan. "What do you say, Jane?"

She didn't have time to react beyond a surprise yelp when Jane flipped her onto her back, barely missing the headboard, and leaned over her.

"Dammit, Maura," she groaned, her face buried in Maura's neck. "I was trying not to be turned on by you so that we could sleep. We have to be at work in four hours." But temptation was too great for Jane to prevent herself from kissing the neck in front of her, and she was pleased to hear a gasp at the first kiss.

"I think it's a little too late," Maura breathed. Jane grunted and latched onto Maura's pulse point, sucking and pulling a moan from the other woman's throat. "Jane, I need you to fuck me."

"With pleasure."