A/N: It's about time for another chapter, I suppose. Thanks to all who have been reading, favorite-ing, following, and reviewing! Your feedback means a lot to me!

Shout out to mrj726 for the song suggestion for this chapter.

"Drunk in Love" by Beyoncé

Words can't fully convey how wonderful I feel on this Saturday morning; lounging in front of a sixty-inch flat screen, dressed in a pair of old jammies, chowing down on a bowl of Captain Crunch Berries (that my girlfriend doesn't know I have hidden in her pantry), all while watching sports highlights.

Bliss. Bliss comes pretty close.

I'm not on call this weekend and I'm in between cases. Even my mother, who is visiting some relatives in the suburbs for a few days, can't barge in and pop my happy-feel-good-bubble.

I slurp as much as I can of what is left of the sugary milk from the bottom of my cereal bowl then discard the empty dish on the coffee table in front of me. With my task complete I allow myself to completely sink into the pillow-soft cushions of the couch.

After twenty minutes of barely exerting the energy to blink my eyes, I hear Maura's front door open and close as the sportscaster finishes going over the stats from the most recent Red Sox game.

"Jane?" A happy voice calls into the house.

"In here, Maur!" I answer, continuing to watch TV as I listen to her approach.

A few seconds later, my view is blocked by the sight of my girlfriend, clad in a black pair of skin tight yoga pants, and a loose fitting blue tank top. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun and there is no make-up concealing her natural beauty.

As it stands, seeing her always tends to leave me a little awed and breathless…I doubt that that will ever change.

And don't get me wrong, when Maura dresses herself to the nines, make-up and hair to match, she is a level of gorgeous that everyone appreciates with either desire, envy, or both.

But, seeing her in all her unobstructed God given loveliness is a sight that I will remember and cherish for the rest of my life.

Suddenly, even bliss seems to fall well short of my current state of being.

"How was class?" I ask with a happy sigh, executing a very satisfying full-body stretch.

An excited smile lights up her face as she begins to gush. "It was wonderful! We had a surprise guest instructor fly in to lead the group today. He has had extensive training in yoga and meditation techniques, even going as far as to spend six years living in Thailand to study with monks! It was a very enlightening session. I wish you would have come."

Although I can tell her intention is not to make me feel guilty, I can't help but feel a little that way. The slight glimmer of disappointed behind her eyes is the only thing marring her happy mood.

I love how she craves my company whenever we're apart, to know that we share such a sentiment.

"Next time." I say with sincerity. "I promise."

Seemingly satisfied with my response, she nods her head and sits down on the couch beside me.

She brings her legs up to fold them under her and I am fully prepared to accept her strong but soft body into my loving embrace. However, her movements shift toward my breakfast bowl instead, which still sits on the table in front of us.

The doctor picks it up and inspects it curiously.

I hold my breath.

"What did you eat?"

Damn. There goes my secret stash. She's gonna know, of course she will. But, I suppose I can try…

"Fruit…?" I say…or ask? I'm not sure and by the look on her face, neither is she.

She quirks a single brow, skepticism evident in her tone.

"What kind of fruit?"

Shit. Think, think, think…what kind of fruit did I see in the kitchen this morning? Hell, who am I kidding, I wasn't looking at the damn fruit.

I go with a safe bet, a fruit that Maura loves to put in smoothies and, subsequently, generally keeps in the house.

Nonchalantly turning my attention back to the T.V., I answer with confidence. "Bananas. I cut up some bananas."

She hums in acknowledgement and a few seconds of silence pass between us. I start to relax, feeling that my answer was appropriate.

"…I ran out of bananas yesterday morning."

DAMN!

Frantically wracking my memory from my recent forage through the kitchen, the color orange flashes through my mind like a life raft in the open waters of an ocean.

"Oranges!" I suddenly exclaim while turning toward her, making her jump slightly.

I clear my throat before speaking more calmly. "I mean…oranges. I had oranges for breakfast."

"You had a bowl of oranges?" She asks, eyes still wide in surprise.

"Yes." I state with a single nod of my head.

Her critical eyes return to the bowl, before shooting back up to meet my nervous gaze…a playful smirk pulling at the corner of her lips.

What happens next makes me feel a shred of sympathy for the criminals I so often interrogate.

"There's a little milk still in the bottom of this bowl…its slightly discolored…"

I can explain that.

"I put milk in there, too."

"You had a bowl of oranges and milk?"

Yea, that sounds dumb.

"…Yyyyyyes."

"And what about the fine granule-like residue in a ring around the top of the bowl? And on the spoon for that matter? I find it peculiar how much it resembles processed sugar."

I know I'm toast, but I've just got too much pride invested in this endeavor to wave the white flag in defeat.

"Those were really sugary oranges." I dead pan.

She throws her head back and laughs, casting an 'oh Jane' over her shoulder as she gets up and walks the bowl into the kitchen, where she places it in the dishwasher.

She knows I didn't have a bowl of fruit for breakfast, but I can tell the subject is being dropped for now. Maybe my stash is safe after all?

My eyes return to the T.V., reals from the latest hockey matches flashing across the screen.

The doctor walks back into the living room and stands beside the couch.

"So…" She says, drawing my attention back to her.

"So…?" I fire back.

She nibbles on her lower lip a second before a playful spark ignites in her dazzling hazel orbs.

"You're not on call this weekend." She states.

"…Yeah?" I reply, brows pulling together in thought.

"Your mother is out of town."
"…Right?" I lift a curious brow.

"No case work to catch up on?"

"Nope." I confirm. "I'm all yours, babe. Was there something you wanted to do?"

A broad smile spreads across her face and she starts to saunter toward me.

When she reaches my position on the couch, she makes herself comfortable by sitting sideways on my lap and throwing her arms around my neck.

"Actually, there was something I had in mind." She admits, a special kind of twinkle in her eye.

I'm not an idiot. I know what that twinkle means. It means that my beautiful girlfriend is feeling frisky this morning. Truth be told, I'm feeling a little hot and bothered myself. I'll gladly play along with her ploy, even though I know where this game leads.

"Hmm. What's that?" I ask, starting to run my hand up and down the length of her beautifully sculpted thigh.

She sighs and pretends to think, really hard, for a moment or two. "Well, I'm rather sweaty after my yoga session. Perhaps you could join me for a shower and we'll see where the day takes us from there?" She asks, twirling a lock of my unruly mane between her fingers.

I feel my face flush and heart rate increase as arousal floods my body. "I'd like that." I say, my voice dropping to a raspy level that only further portrays my excitement.

She leans in and captures my lips in a deep and promising kiss. I feel her smile against my mouth before she pulls back. She gives me a cocky smirk as she makes a show of licking her lips.

I am only able to tilt my head in question, since all the blood in my body has abandoned my brain.

"Crunch Berries taste good on you." She says saucily, then swiftly stands and starts making her way toward the stairs.

My mouth falls open in disbelief as I watch her leave. I finally find my capacity for speech as she reaches the first landing. "How the hell…?"

She turns back toward me, a look of pure innocence covering her features. "I may have indulged in a small serving this morning before I left." After finishing the confession, she starts to giggle again. "Did you really think you could hide things from me in my own pantry?" She asks, fighting to keep her composure. I'm sure the 'you have to be kidding me' look on my face is contributing to her mirth.

Finally, I am able to overcome my shock and I spring to my feet.

Her laughter becomes more prominent as she dashes up the stairs, while I chase after her in playful pursuit.

Despite the promise of hot steamy shower sex, we're in no hurry to get right to the gettin'. We take our time, undressing each other and using our favorite products to lovingly wash one another; enjoying the build-up.

After we've run out of body parts to clean, I suppose Maura feels it's time to get dirty again. She backs me into the shower wall and reaches up to capture my lips in a passionate kiss.

I allow her to set the pace for a few minutes, taking the opportunity to lazily run my hands over every inch of her skin I can reach. Hot water continues to shower down on us, steam swirling in the air around our writhing bodies.

When the eager blonde nudges my knees apart with one of her own and presses her thigh firmly between my legs, I decide she's had enough control and I switch our positions.

Once she's pressed back against the stone tiles, I pull my lips away and smile down at her. "What would you like?"

"Your mouth." She purrs, peering up at me through thick lashes.

In response, I place a chaste kiss on her full lips and pull back.

"There?" I playfully ask.

She narrows her eyes at me. "A little lower, Jane."

I chuckle and give her a wink.

Her head falls back to the wall behind her and her eyes close as I begin to descend her body.

I take my time, enjoying every piece of flesh I encounter and reveling in the sounds of pleasure that my ministrations invoke.

When I reach the tidy patch of hair at the apex of her slick folds, I drop to my knees in front of her; ready to worship my goddess.

Wanting more control over my lover's body, I massage her outer thighs and call up to her. "Maura."

She looks down at me, pupils dilated so far that her eyes appear black.

"Put your legs on my shoulders." I say, reassuring her when her expression turns a tad doubtful. "I've got you."

With my help, the doctor carefully places both of her legs over my shoulders, pressing her back harder into the shower enclosure as she does so. My arms slide underneath her bottom and my hands support her lower back. This position brings my lover's center so amazingly close to me. I inhale heartily through my nose and nearly faint at the delicious musk that overtakes my senses.

By this point, her entire body is shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. Despite the fact that we are already wet, I can see a different kind of moisture, gathering in abundance in front of my face.

I lean in to my lover's wanting core and begin to slowly lick up and down its length. Planning on prolonging this session as long as I can, I use the tip of my tongue to gently circle the sensitive numb at her apex.

My plans, however, are foiled as Maura's hands fly to my head, pressing me harder into her sex as she begins to scream her release. I feel the incredible intensity of her orgasm as she allows her hips to carefully roll to meet my ravaging mouth.

I have to suppress my complete surprise at the suddenness of her climax, but I manage. I continue to run my tongue along her desire, using more pressure to draw out as much of her pleasure as I can.

After a minute, she relaxes and places her feet back on the shower floor.

I stand up and place my hands on her hips, pulling them forward to press closer to my own as I wait for her eyes to open.

Her breathing calms and she opens her eyes to meet my own.

"I'm…so sorry about that." She looks embarrassed and her gaze drops.

For the life of me, I can't decide what she feels she has to be sorry for. That was one of the sexiest damn things I have ever experience. Besides, it's actually quite an ego boost to know that I can make her come in less than two minutes.

"It was the build-up…the foreplay. I just couldn't hold back." She says as she chuckles without humor.

Using the finger of my right hand, I slowly lift her chin and draw her gaze to meet my own. I give her a quick kiss before pulling her a little closer into me. "I don't know what you're apologizing for. That was amazing." I slip my lips to her ear and rasp. "So fucking sexy…"

She shivers in response.

When I pull back a little to look at her, her smile is genuine, the tension from before having dissipated.

Reluctantly, I have to break the moment. "The water is getting cold."

She nods. "I suppose we should move to the bedroom then."

I turn off the water as she steps out and grabs towels. As we dry off, she catches my admiring gaze watching her in the mirror and smiles. "I hope you know, I plan on doing this all day." She says, holding my gaze in challenge.

Challenge accepted.

Opening my eyes after an unknown amount of time, I'm surprised to find that Maura is sleeping peacefully beside me.

I turn my head to look at the clock on the bedside table and do a double take as I read that it's nearly seven o'clock in the evening. How did that shit happen?

Dear Lord.

When I accepted Maura's challenge, I didn't think we would be making love at least three times every hour. Just when I would think it was a dandy time for a break, my lover would roll over and initiate another round.

I manage to roll out of bed and stumble toward the bedroom door. I'm in dire need of something to drink. And, this time, that's not an innuendo. I'm fucking thirsty people.

Not even bothering to change out of my birthday suit, I stumble down the stairs and into the kitchen. Pulling the refrigerator door open, I select a carton of orange juice. I forgo the glass and start chugging straight from the container.

After drinking my fill of the sugary beverage, I'm about to return the carton to its shelf, when a pair of hands slide around my middle from behind. I hadn't heard the doctor approach and I jump a little at the contact.

I half expect her to admonish me for not using a glass, but the honey-blonde simply turns me around, takes the container out of my hand and begins to drink straight from it as well.

She finished off what's left of the drink and tosses the empty carton onto the counter top.

She turns a predatory gaze toward me and, even though my body is in a delirious state of ache, it response to her advances.

"There are still five hours left in the day." She states suggestively. "Or would you prefer to call it a night?"

There's that damn challenging look again! Hell no, I'm not going to be the one to give up first.

"Really? Because I consider 'all day' to be twenty-four hours." I respond with a challenging expression of my own.

Her eyes widen in surprise, for just a moment, before her cool façade slips back into place.

Shifting her arms to wrap around my lower back, she stands on her tip-toes and whispers in my ear.

"Challenge accepted."

A/N: There you go! Hope you all enjoyed the read. Again, thank you for your support!

Until next time…

SJR