For kik4464, who reminded me about this lovely, smutty venture. Thank you so much, my friend!

This is a joint prompt from Guest, and KSHAY89. KSHAY89, it isn't exactly what you asked for, but I think it's pretty damn close.

Hit me up with prompts for this, guys!

Read on!

Jane and Maura were holding hands over the kitchen island, not an unusual occurrence when alone, and Maura was saying something Jane couldn't quite comprehend, but she was nodding along with a vague smile on her lips. Maura leaned further over the countertop, hand dragging up her forearm to her elbow, and showcasing her cleavage beautifully. Jane shuddered as something scratched down her abdomen, but quickly forgot about it as Maura spoke again. The words, once more, were vague and indistinguishable amidst the pleasant lassitude that seemed to weigh on Jane, but it didn't matter as her smile grew and she shifted on her feet.

Heat was drifting down her hips, pausing briefly on a hidden birthmark at the crease where hip met thigh, and she shifted again as arousal vaguely registered in her mind. Her next thoughts floated away on a dopamine fueled haze as the warmth focused on her sex; Maura had stopped speaking but didn't seem to be aware of the constant shifting Jane was doing, content to stare at her with an adoring smile that showed off her dimple. Jane turned her hand over and clenched at Maura's wrist, abdomen contracting powerfully as a surge of arousal left her weak kneed and flushed. Another pulse found her legs slipping completely out from under her, and she stared up at the ceiling of the kitchen as she fell, and fell, and fe-

"-uck!" Jane's back bowed sharply as she slammed into wakefulness, chest heaving and toes curling hard beneath the covers pushed to the end of the bed. She gasped again when a wet tongue licked a broad stripe up her sex, spots flickering in front of her eyes when she finally took another breath. Her fingers buried themselves in tousled flaxen hair and pulled insistently, anchoring her to the ground as another teasing flick of a tongue left her bereft of oxygen once again. "Maur! – Oh god, fuck, wha-"

"I believe you asked for morning sex?" Maura murmured from between her legs. Her nails sunk into Jane's hips when she lifted them needily, nose nuzzling against the wet skin above her clit. "I always keep my promises, Jane."

"I, I don't – Maur." Jane moaned toward the ceiling as Maura set her mouth on her again, heart beating a frantic tattoo beneath her ribs as she clenched around nothing. Maura hummed against her cunt, lips sealed around her clit to dramatic effect. She suckled once, twice, and Jane cried out hoarsely into the dim light filtering into their bedroom. She dropped back onto the bed in an ungainly mess of limbs and hair, panting quietly as Maura dropped kisses up the length of her body before flopping down beside her. Jane tipped her head to the side as Maura pecked her jaw and smiled, sated and floating. "Well, good morning me."

"Good morning, love." Maura leaned in again to plant a kiss on her lips, messy and slow and deep and tasting of herself. Jane tangled her fingers in her hair to draw her closer and licked into her mouth until she had to breathe again.

"Feel free to wake me like that any time you want," Jane murmured.

"Yes?"

"Yeah, 's better than coffee."

Maura laughed lightly and swung herself up, planting her hands on the edge of the mattress before standing and stretching. Jane watched unabashed as subtle musculature played beneath her skin when she rolled her shoulders and Maura threw a knowing look over her shoulder. "It is seven, Jane. If we shower together, we'll be on time for work." She took a few hypnotizing steps toward the ensuite and paused with one hand on her dresser. "Hurry up, Detective, unless you don't want me wet and willing." Jane scrambled out of bed, hot on Maura's heels and suddenly very awake, and the bathroom door slammed shut with a burst of laughter.

"Maur? Hey, where are you?" Jane walked into the autopsy suite and glanced around the empty room. All the bodies were in the cooler, the lights were low, and no forensic scientists were in sight, so she called out again. "Maura?"

"In my office, Jane."

Jane grinned as she crossed the suite and leaned against the jamb. Maura sat behind her desk, staring at something on her laptop; her heels were discarded beneath her desk and her jacket draped over the couch against the wall, hair slightly disheveled from fingers carding through the strands. "You know it's after hours, right? Everyone's gone down here, I even passed the janitor on his way out," Jane lightly ribbed Maura and chuckled.

Maura's eyes flicked up to her, an inscrutable expression crossing her face too quickly for Jane to decipher it. "Shut the door, Detective."

Jane's spine stiffened at the title and she took a closer look at Maura. Hazel eyes met hers aloofly as Maura sat up straighter in her chair. Her grey blouse was open one more button than usual, which Jane had initially passed off as her simply getting ready to leave and getting more comfortable. Jane realized with a hard swallow that Maura had purposefully unbuttoned the blouse so she could have a titillating view of the edge of her lacy bra, framed beautifully by the simple, long necklace Jane had attached around her neck that same morning. The green gem hung teasingly between her breasts and drew Jane's eye inexorably to the pale, freckled curves.

"Eyes up, Detective. Are you going to shut the door or not?"

Jane's eyes snapped up to Maura's and read the question in them; was it okay, was she comfortable, did she understand what Maura was asking? "Here?"

One of Maura's eyebrows travelled up her forehead. "Waiting until we get home defeats the purpose of me asking you to shut this one, so yes, here."

Jane wet her dry lips and trembled when Maura mirrored the action. Her hand hovered over the knob before she shut it decisively and locked it for good measure, then let her shoulders drop as she pressed her palms flat against her thighs and waited.

"Come here."

Jane stepped up to the desk and Maura stood on the other side. She reached across to slip her index finger beneath Jane's collar, dragging her nail across her skin before pushing her jacket off her shoulders to the floor. "Jacket and shirt on the coat tree, Detective." Jane bent to pick up her jacket and walked to the coat rack by the door. She hung it up and began unbuttoning her shirt, pausing when she heard a sound behind her.

"Slowly, if you please."

Jane hid a smile as she let her shirt drape open and slowly shrugged it off; her eyes wandered across the suite visible through the windows lining Maura's office and she felt her stomach clench in a combination of arousal and anxiety at her body being on such display. She was pulled back into the moment when fingers suddenly pressed between her shoulder blades and scratched down her spine, arching into the contact and groaning as Maura slipped a hand around her torso to cover her stomach. Warm silk pressed against her back as teeth nipped at her shoulder and she automatically widened her stance just before Maura slid a thigh between her legs.

"Such a good, well behaved girl, aren't you, Detective? I think that deserves a reward."

Jane's abdominal muscles clenched when Maura rocked up into her slightly and pulled her down with a hand on her hip. She whined when Maura's warmth disappeared and yelped when her open palm struck her ass. "Now, don't go getting greedy, Detective. All in good time. Take your bra off." Jane unhooked her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders, holding the cups against her chest protectively. "Why are you hesitating?"

"I…the shades aren't drawn."

"You said yourself everyone has left." Maura dragged her hand down Jane's arm and pulled on the strap caught around her elbow. "The forensic scientists have all left for the day, you passed the janitor heading out on your way down." When Jane didn't release her bra, Maura's touch became reassuring instead of commanding. "Jay? Color?"

Jane turned her head just enough to meet Maura's eyes and she smiled faintly. "I…green."

"Are you sure? We can wait until we're home; I don't want your comfort-"

"I'm fine, I promise." Jane pointedly let her bra drop and draped it over the coat tree. She hid her trembling hands by pressing the palms as hard as she could against her thighs and smirked. "Besides, I thought the point of this was to get me out of my comfort zone."

"There are other ways to explore that without sacrificing-"

"Hey, c'mon. It's alright; if nothing else, I'll never be able to look at this room the same. It's like you said, everyone's gone." Jane gestured through the window at the barren suite and Maura searched her face for a long moment.

"As you say, Detective."

Jane's smirk widened as she turned her head back to the windows. Maura molded herself against her back and, in the next breath, had slid one hand beneath her pants and was cupping her cunt possessively. "Well, I suppose that's one way to find out how eager you are," Maura murmured against her shoulder. She teasingly dragged the tips of her fingers across the damp patch on Jane's underwear as her other hand played with her breasts. "It's just a shame that all of our toys are at home. What I wouldn't give to put the clamps on your pretty nipples. They're so extraordinarily sensitive; I think I could make you orgasm just by playing with them."

Maura focused her attention on Jane's pebbled nipples, tugging and pinching harder until Jane cried out and arched her back. She sunk back into her chest on weak legs as Maura's hand slid down her abdomen and unbuttoned her pants. They caught part way down her thighs, leaving her trapped as Maura simply pushed her hand beneath her boy shorts and sunk a finger into her sex. The awkward angle didn't lend itself to penetration, but simply knowing she was fully visible in the window with Maura's hand beneath her underwear and her tits hanging out for anyone to see left Jane breathless and flushing prettily from her chest to the tips of her ears.

Maura gave a few teasing thrusts before she removed her hand from Jane's underwear and dragged her wet fingers up her abdomen. Her breath washed hotly across Jane's ear when she dragged in a ragged breath and dug her fingers into her side. "How does this feel, Detective? You're so wet for me, and standing here in front of my window…what if it was the middle of the workday and someone walked in? They would see you, bare and needy…" Maura pulled away from Jane and splayed her hand across her back, coaxing her to bend over until she had to plant her hands on the back of the couch so she didn't fall over.

Maura molded herself against her hips, palms skimming down her back until she grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed possessively. "And you would be just like this, wouldn't you? Wanton and wanting and mine." Her nails left red marks down Jane's backside, making her arch into the fiery sensation.

One of Maura's hands slid between her thighs to play through her arousal while her other continued to knead her ass. She kicked Jane's feet wider apart, humming in approval as her pants stretched around her ankles and the adjustment put her ass on display. "I like you like this," she said conversationally, watching the muscles flex in Jane's shoulders and upper back as she arched when two fingers slid home. "Compliant and loose for me, so unlike your usual demeanor."

She experimentally twisted her fingers and was rewarded with a whimper and clenching muscles around her digits. She leaned in to pepper kisses across Jane's back, leaving darkening bruises down the hollow of her spine. As she slowly thrust into Jane's clenching sex, she leaned back up and nipped at her shoulder. "One of these days, I'm going to put you on our bed and fuck you until you pass out. I want to make you scream for me," she said throatily. Jane moaned and pressed back into her fingers, arousal spilling around Maura's fingers.

"I want to tie you down, put a blindfold over those gorgeous eyes, and draw everything from you, until you beg me to stop. I want your nipples red and bruised, your muscles aching, your throat raw and for you to walk like…who is it? Oh, yes, John Wayne." Maura made a wanting noise, overlaid with the wet sound of Jane's arousal as a third finger joined her other two. "I wish we were home; I would get out your phallus, the one with the ridges you so enjoy, and let you ride me."

Jane whimpered as Maura's free hand ghosted down over her hip and pressed against her clit insistently. She pressed her forehead against the back of the couch and pushed into every thrust of Maura's fingers. "And after you orgasmed," Maura said breathily, "I would put you on your hands and knees. Would you like that?"

"I – I, oh fuck, oh god-"

Jane's words disappeared into disjointed babbling as Maura's thumb nestled in the crack of her ass, igniting nerves she never knew existed. Maura's steady gait stuttered for a moment, and then Jane shuddered as she felt a smirk paint itself against her back. "Answer me, Detective." Her voice was steel, her fingers a command as they curled and stretched deliciously. "Would you like for me to completely take you? Make you mine in every way?" Her thumb pressed down again, deliberately, and a confusing mixture of arousal and embarrassment made Jane's face heat up. She nodded, whining when Maura removed her hand from her clit. Her finger pinched her nipple hard. "Use your words, Detective. You know how this goes."

"Jesus, Mau – ah, fuck – yes, yes, please, yes, I want – oh shit – there, right there – yours, I'm yours!" Jane moaned loudly when Maura replaced her finger on her clit, rubbing tight, hard circles until she was jerking arrhythmically and the smell of sex was heavy on the air.

Maura knelt, cleaning the remnants of her orgasm from her thighs and kneading her hips soothingly as her breath came back to her. She kissed the dimples just above the curve of her ass and pulled her underwear and pants up her legs, lingering at the hard line of her abdomen when she had buttoned her pants. "Jane?"

"Mhmm…"

"Did I temporarily disable your ability to speak coherently?"

Amusement laced every word and Jane laughed hoarsely. She stood slowly and leaned back into Maura until her legs felt more stable, then walked the couple steps to the coat tree for her discarded bra and top. "The phrase is 'did you break me?' and yes, you did. Thoroughly, I might add." Jane threw a smirk over her shoulder as she pulled the straps of her bra over her shoulders, and then yelped when Maura snapped the strap at the back. She pulled her shirt across her shoulders and let Maura button it up, fingertips meandering aimlessly across skin with each one.

Jane held her hand against her chest after the last button was pushed through the eyehole and tipped her head up with her other hand, curling finger behind her ear as she leaned in to buss a languid kiss on her lips. "Home?"

"Of course. I believe I promised you a few things, after all."

I don't honestly think I'm capable of writing, hard, angry, through the entire scene sex. I swear to god, it's like these two bring out my buried optimistic romantic and just make me puke up fluff everywhere, even if I just want them to rail each other. Sigh.

Now, just think about every time Maura calls Jane 'Detective' and think about this chapter….yep. That is a thought I enjoy.

Guest – But I'd love to see an assertive Maura and a submissive, babbling Jane. It would be cool if maybe they did it at the station where Jane works, and with Jane vulnerable. Just my kinky suggestion.

KSHAY89 – I'd love to see some more dominant Maura.