Hey, guys. It's been a dog's age, hasn't it? I know I basically just dropped off the face of the earth for like, two fucking months, and I'm sorry for that. Work suddenly grabbed me by the tits and started yanking me around and, frankly, I've been too damn tired to be able to concentrate on anything remotely resembling writing until these past couple weeks. So. I've got this for you, hopefully to ride things over as I work on other stuff. Dont worry, I've also got two-wish chapters of Swingin' Life Away ready to go, I just need to find time to edit.

By the by, you should be thanking rayzerup for poking me with a stick to get this uploaded lol she's seriously the best ;)

Read on!

Jane looked up when she heard a disgruntled sound from the closet, interrupting her as she skimmed an article on her phone.

"Maur?"

There was no answer but, several seconds later, another aggravated sound reached her ears, and then something light and filmy was thrown out of the closet. Jane got out of bed and walked over to the closet, yelping as something hit her in the face and flailing wildly to get it off her face.

"What the!?"

She finally pulled the object off her face and realized it was a skirt that Maura hadn't worn in several years, and set her eyes on the chaos that comprised their normally pristine walk-in closet. Clothes were strewn across every available surface, shoes were scattered across the floor, and the drawers of Maura's lingerie chest were thrown open haphazardly.

"Babe," she asked slowly, edging toward Maura who stood motionless in the center of the mayhem like a human hurricane, the eye of a fashion storm. "Did Prada and Louie offend you somehow?" She picked her way past a pair of mismatched heels and the corpse of a blood red blouse until she was within reach of Maura, though she didn't touch her. "Maur? Hey, c'mon, talk to me, sweetheart."

"Jane." Watery eyes fixed on her and Maura clutched a shirt to her chest in an unforgiving grip. "I…"

She sniffled and Jane reached out to wrap her in a hug. She felt Maura burrow closer to her until she could almost swear she felt the thud of Maura's heartbeat through her skin. Tears dampened the collar of her ragged BPD shirt and fingers twisted in the elastic of her running shorts as Maura nosed against her neck. Jane's hand cradled the back of Maura's head, fingers digging soothingly at her scalp as her other hand slid up and down her back, all as her mind raced for a reason for the tears and the state of the closet.

"What's…going on?"

"It's – it's silly."

"Not if it's making you cry." Jane coaxed Maura back a half step and wiped at her tears with her thumbs. "Tell me?" Maura wordlessly offered the shirt to Jane, who took it and stared at it incomprehensibly.

"I don't understand."

"It doesn't fit."

"Oh…kay?"

"It do – doesn't fit, Jane. My blouses, my – my skirts, they're all-"

Maura started sniffling and stared despondently at the clothes scattered around. Jane's brow furrowed as she stared at the shirt again, digging through her memories for any explanation for Maura's outburst. Her eyes widened suddenly and she wrapped Maura into a hug again. "Hey, don't do that to yourself. Maura, Maura, look at me." She pulled Maura's chin up and tipped her head to the side. "Is this about those dicks down in Patrol? Maur, they're just kids who don't know when to shut the hell up, you know that."

"But they – Jane, they had valid points. My clothes have been tighter, I've just been trying to deny the fact that I-"

"No."

"Jane, you can't ju-"

"Nope."

Maura tried to speak again and Jane put her hand over her mouth, stepping around her to steer her back into the bedroom and deposit her on the edge of the bed. She threw a look at Maura which stated she had better be there when she returned, and then disappeared into the ensuite briefly. Maura stared at the carpet beneath her feet until she heard Jane return and had barely begun to tip her head up when she felt something soft and silky cover her eyes.

"Is this okay?"

Jane's rasping voice was unexpectedly close to Maura's ear and she jumped. Jane's hand soothed along her arm and behind her neck, kneading the tense muscles until Maura was leaning her forehead against Jane's shirt, smelling clean detergent and the remnants of sweat and lavender that clung to her. "Okay." She felt the scarf tighten around her head and smiled when she felt a faint stirring breeze in front of her face, ostensibly Jane's hand checking her visibility.

"Color?"

"Green," Maura murmured. She bit her lip anxiously and plucked at the blouse she still wore. "Yellow."

"Maur?"

"What…what is the purpose of this?" Maura's voice was uncharacteristically uncertain and her heart beat nervously as silence enveloped them.

"I want to show you how beautiful you are." Jane's fingertips brushed against her jaw, tipping her head back so Maura could fell Jane's breath wash across her lips. "May I kiss you?"

"Always."

The slant of lips made Maura's heart stutter in her chest and her fingers wound themselves in the hem of Jane's shirt, holding them together as Jane took control with a dip of her tongue into Maura's mouth. Maura barely noticed Jane lowering her slowly to the mattress until her back was pressed into the soft duvet and her front was covered with Jane's comforting weight. She whimpered when Jane pulled away, pulling on her shirt only to gasp as Jane nipped her lip.

"Let me love you?"

She sighed and released the fabric in her grip, feeling unusually shy as Jane's fingers slipped beneath her blouse and traced swirls and lines on her stomach. "Jane…"

"I love you so much, sweetheart. All of you." Jane pushed the blouse up a couple inches and Maura felt goosebumps race across her skin when thick hair fell over her lower stomach, then lips that dragged across the sensitive skin just above the waist of her skirt. "You're beautiful."

"I'm n-"

"Did I ever tell you that I damn near came the first time I saw you on a scene?" Jane brushed her lips over silvery marks on Maura's hips, pausing to knead her tense calves. Maura made a disbelieving sound and squirmed when Jane's teeth found a ticklish spot just to the side of her navel.

"Here I am, ready to chew someone's ass out for not getting evidence collection started when you just show up and start giving orders, and no one even bats an eyelash. You looked so…enticing," she said with another nip to Maura's stomach. Maura made a weak sound at the back of her throat that trailed into a sigh as Jane pushed her blouse up a little further and her fingers trailed over her ribs. "Wearing some dark grey shirt and a skirt that damn near gave me a heart attack, and some fancy ass trenchcoat. You looked like a super secret agent from a snuff film; all you needed was a fedora and a pistol in your pocket."

Maura felt fingers ease beneath the wire of her bra, teasing at the underside of her breasts as lips sucked a bruise beneath her navel. "That was – years ago. I've lost some definition; I've put on weight-"

"And you're more stunning than when I first met you. Hush." Maura sucked in a breath to berate Jane and promptly lost it all on a moan as fingers ghosted over her nipples. "Too many clothes," she heard Jane mutter, and then she was being lifted long enough to yank her blouse and bra off, and she heard them land somewhere off the edge of the bed.

Jane didn't so much lay her down as push her back with her mouth attached to a nipple, suckling and teasing with the hint of teeth as her hand curled around the tuck of Maura's waist. "I love your curves. I love how soft you are, and I love how strong you are."

Maura arched when Jane nipped at her breast and threaded her fingers through curly hair, pulling her mouth back against her skin. "Jane Jane Jane."

"You're beautiful, sweetheart."

"I…I found some silver in my hair." Maura chased her scattering thoughts as Jane lazily suckled her other nipple and heaved for air as her free hand rucked her skirt up around her hips and scratched over the elastic of her stay ups. "My – oh God – wrinkles."

"Hm?" Maura could feel the smile against her skin as Jane blew air across her breast and took her time kissing her way up to her throat, latching on with a hungry growl and making Maura's stomach clench. Mirrored clenching lower still reminded her of the position of Jane's hand, slowly inching up the inside of her thigh and dipping beneath the lace of her stay ups. "What wrinkles?"

"I believe the coll-colloquial term is – is…" Maura's train of thought violently derailed as Jane's handslid up to cover her sex. "There. Oh God, fuck."

Jane growled again, the vibrations echoing through Maura from every point they were connected. "Tell me."

"Wh…"

"Tell. Me." Jane roughly palmed her sopping underwear and her nails scored down her thigh, tugging her stay ups down to her knee.

"My – my…crow's feet!" Maura half yelped, half moaned as Jane latched onto her shoulder, biting hard enough to bruise as her hand shoved beneath her underwear and found her clit. Rubbing loose, light circles around it, Jane worried the hot skin in her mouth.

Maura gasped for air as her hips futilely chased Jane's hand, whining in despair as Jane pinned her in place and continued to tease her. She scrabbled for purchase with her hands, nails digging into the duvet and then up to Jane's back, drawing her shirt up her back as she writhed, then winding her hands around the rails of her headboard as she arched up. "Jane Jane Jay please."

"Please what, pretty girl?"

Jane's gravelly voice in Maura's ear was possibly the most erotic thing she had ever heard, making her hair stand on end and her sex clench around nothing. She whimpered plaintively, tipping her hips up as much as she could in a wordless plea and feeling her desperation rise as Jane removed her hand completely from her underwear. Her fingers tapped a lazy pattern over her hip, slick fingers gliding smoothly over her skin, and Maura's brain frantically scrambled for words as her body hummed electrically. "Please…please – fuck me?"

"Good, but not quite." Maura felt Jane shift, felt the bed dip on either side of her hips as Jane repositioned herself, felt her knees bracket her waist and the rough material of her jeans scratch over her skin as she gently squeezed. "Try again."

"Please make me orgasm."

"Wrong answer." Hands planted themselves beside her head, fingertips just brushed her wrists where they laid on the bed. Breath washed over her lips, toothpaste fresh and warm. "Again."

"Please. Please, Jay, please…love me?"

"Pretty girl, yes." Maura moaned when Jane covered her lips with hers, noses sliding past each other as they kissed. Jane's hands feathered over her arms, making loose bracelets around her wrists and pinning her in place. "My beautiful girl, my Maura. Tell me."

Maura blinked as the blindfold was pulled over her head, her hair a tangled halo around her head. She stared up at Jane with confusion etched on her face. "Tell me how beautiful you are. How perfect you are." Jane kissed her nose, then her cheek, the dimple that appeared at the corner of her mouth, her fluttering eyelids. "Tell me."

"I…I am beautiful."

Maura sounded uncertain even to her own ears, and Jane cocked her eyebrow. "Again."

"I am beautiful." She said it with a little more conviction and Jane smiled.

"You are. Tell me."

Maura wet her lips. "I am beautiful."

"Perfect."

"Perfection is impossi-"

"Tell me."

"…I am perfect."

"Again."

"I am perfect."

Maura swallowed a gasp as Jane kissed her fiercely, then leaned back again. "You are beautiful, you are perfect. You are, and anyone who says otherwise is a dickless fucktard who can take a long walk off a short dock."

They shared a quiet laugh, a moment of levity in the heavy atmosphere, and then Jane was nudging her nose against Maura's. "I love you, ya know? I love your curves, and your muscles," she ran a hand down Maura's waist, past the slight rise of her belly and squeezed her firm thighs. "I'm speechless every time I catch you doing yoga, and this," she palmed the curve of her belly, "this is not a flaw. It's perfect to sleep on, and wrap my arms around and bite and kiss, okay?" Maura nodded silently, feeling tears threaten in her eyes. Jane kissed her again, soft this time, and lingering until they were both gasping for air.

"Your hair is – God, it's stunning. Silky and thick and the colors. Gold and honey and who the fuck cares if there's a little silver. Do you realize how fucking breathless I get every time I look at you? How absolutely far gone I am for you?" Jane's hand stroked through Maura's hair, fanning it further out on the bed, and Maura pressed into her hand as her fingers scratched at her scalp. "As for the wrinkles," Jane crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out, making Maura laugh. "They show how much you smile. How often you laugh, and how much you live. They're beautiful."

Jane's eyes traced over her face, leaving Maura feeling like she was something precious and rare. "You're beautiful," she returned quietly.

Jane's face softened further as she leaned down to kiss Maura, sighing into her mouth as Maura rocked up into her. Maura trailed her hands through Jane's hair, carding through the thick, riotous curls and scratched the back of her neck. "Jay?"

"Hmm?"

"Love me?"

"Always."

Jane placed a final kiss at the corner of Maura's mouth and slid down to mouth at the bruise she could feel forming on her shoulder. Her fingers found the zipper for Maura's skirt and pulled it down her legs as she descended her body, scattering nips and kisses over her flushed skin, leaning back on her knees to stare at Maura when she was bare but for her rumpled stay ups. "Perfect."

Maura blushed and turned her eyes down, staring down her body as Jane stretched her fingers over her legs, smoothing up the satin of her stay ups until she met skin. "Wait." Jane froze and looked up at her. "You're wearing too much."

Jane smirked wryly and unceremoniously divested herself of her shirt, miles of trim stomach and high, firm breasts bared to Maura's eyes. "Better?"

"Pants."

"Bossy," Jane quipped as she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down.

She stretched languorously, showing off subtle definition as she flexed and the vibrant red of her underwear in the part of her jeans but left them on as she leaned over Maura's legs again. "Think of it as a reward, pretty girl. The quicker you get off…" She pulled Maura's legs apart and stared raptly at her glistening sex. "The quicker you get to pull these off me." With a wink, Jane was off, face first between her legs, tongue hot on her sex and nose bumping her clit regularly.

Maura gasped and tangled her fingers in her hair, rolling her hips and feeling her legs start to quiver. "Fuck." Jane moaned and Maura yelped as the vibrations rolled through her, heels digging into Jane's shoulders as she licked more enthusiastically. "God, there – yes!" Maura panted and moaned as Jane moved up to suck her clit into her mouth, hips jumping as two fingers eased into her.

She lost her words as Jane curled her fingers and found that spongy, sensitive spot inside her, reduced to wanting, desperate sounds and sensations. Flexing calves against shifting shoulders, fingertips dragging through tangled hair, sweat pooling in the hollow of her throat as her head tipped back into the mattress and her stomach tightened almost painfully. "Jane Jane – Ja – Jane."

As the first waves of her orgasm washed over her, Maura cried out exultantly at the ceiling and shuddered as Jane continued moving, feeling a second building rapidly on the heels of the first. She felt herself gush and the sheets beneath her soak with fluid before Jane could pull her fingers away from her sex and replace them with her mouth, drinking in everything she could.

By the time Maura slumped bonelessly into the duvet, Jane had wrung two more orgasms out of her and she couldn't feel her legs, let along think about moving away from the wet sheets beneath her. Jane climbed up her body, pausing here and there to lick at her salty skin and suckle a bruise into trembling musculature until she was laying lightly over her and nosing at her chin.

"Maur?"

"Hm?"

"You okay?"

"Mm."

Maura felt a smile press against the underside of her jaw, then lips kissed her slowing pulse as arms ran down her side. "I broke you." Proud and cocksure.

"Mmhmm."

"Yay." Said quietly, it made Maura giggle and wiggle her toes experimentally.

With a devilish grin, she wrapped her legs around Jane's waist and rolled them over, her hair settling around their faces like a golden curtain. "Only a little." She pressed her lips to Jane's, delighting in the taste of herself on her lips before she licked into her mouth to find more of the taste. "Love you."

"Love you, pretty girl."

Maura smiled shyly and tweaked Jane's hair gently. "Thank you." Jane smiled and rubbed her thumbs across Maura's hips. "Let me love you?"

"Always."