Chapter Fourteen;

It didn't take long for her to moan out again, louder this time, 'Oh, Jane...' as she felt her muscles clenching and throbbing with the friction. Maura moaned out, feeling herself spilling over the edge as she arched up and into him. He thrusted into her and grunted above her as he began on his own journey to reaching a release, "Garrett!" she cried out as he leaned down to kiss her. She cried out his name, but her mind was crying out another; Jane. The same name she had been crying out for three years, in her dreams, when she pleasured herself or when her fiance made love to her.

Maura had got into the college of her choice and was approaching the end of her Sophomore year. She'd met Garrett Fairfield in her Psychology class in her Freshman year and they'd hit it off right away. Maura had written home to her parents and told them about Garrett, and they'd known instantly who he was, and encouraged her to pursue him. Within a few months of dating and meeting families, Garrett had proposed to Maura on her 20th birthday, and of course she had accepted. Maura really was in love with Garrett, they were well suited and both very intelligent. Maura found intelligence a key factor in choosing a suitable mate.

Garrett softly collapsed onto Maura after he'd reached his desired release and he sighed contently as she welcomed his weight upon her, twining her limbs around him to keep him there as she stroked over his hair. He smiled and leaned up a little but stayed above her before he spoke, keeping his face close to hers, "I love you, Maura. I really do." he told her, "You're amazing, the most intelligent and elegant person I know."

She smiled up at him and nodded a little, "My parents want to know if we've discussed any of our wedding plans further..."

He sighed a little and rolled away from her, next to her on his back, "Why is there such a big rush on this, Maura? Can't they let us finish our classes first?"

She swallowed a little, "I think they just want us to be happy together, Garrett."

"But we are! Aren't we?" he asked, looking to her.

"Of course we are. I'm sure they just don't want anybody else to snap us up." she giggled a little and looked into his eyes before leaning across to kiss him.

"Snap us up?" he raised a brow, "Is there someone who's been asking you Maura?"

"No, I'm not saying that."

"Has there been someone before me?" he asked.

Maura floundered a little and she nodded, "It happened a few years ago though. A few months before I found out from my cousin that I'm adopted."

"Who was it?"

Maura looked down and she sighed a little, frowning before she swallowed and picked at the covers, "Her name was Jane..."

x-x-x-x

"Jane!" Angela Rizzoli called out to her daughter, "Janey, you're going to be late for Academy!"

"Ah, Ma! Give it a rest!" Jane called back out to her mother and grabbed at her Academy badge so she could head out of the house without her mother shouting at her again, "Jeez!" once she got outside, Jane noticed her little brother, Frankie was waiting for her, "Hey loser."

"Can I walk with you to Academy?" he asked her.

"Come on..." she semi-growled to Frankie. Ever since Tommy had been put into prison for more than petty crimes he'd begun committing, it was Jane's job to look out for Frankie. With her older brother in prison, she had promised to get him out one day and had applied to go to BCU to study Law. She aced everything and got in, she just didn't want her father to worry about paying her tuition with the business suffering and her parents getting into arguments, so Jane turned to a second best and applied for the Police Academy.

"What's wrong Jane?" Frankie had noticed his sister's attitude.

"Ma, she's been naggin' me again."

"About what?"

"About that summer at camp, with that Maura..." she told her brother.

"Oh, when you two were knockin' knees...?" he smirked, "Ow!" she punched his arm, "Jane come on, it's true!"

"Yes, I know!" she hissed back, "She just...she knows I've been waiting on Maura to get in contact with me. It was three years ago Frankie, she isn't gonna write, is she?"

Frankie sighed, looking to his sister and he shook his head, feeling bad for Jane, "No Janey..."