Our first time, they lasted till about 3 in the morning. Our bodies covered in sweat and the smell of sex. It wasn't their best sex of the last two weeks, but certainly the most memorable. How could I forget my first time with Maura? I will always remember the first time she tasted me. The first time I felt and held her amazing breasts. The first time I heard her moan my name after I made her cum. Then she left, even more abruptly than she had arrived.

Then there was the quarantine with the morgue tech. How could he ignore Maura doing that strip tease? I didn't think I could handle taking my clothes off in front of her – while sober and at work, but it was an emergency. I only slipped once when I said "This is awkward." I thought I did a good job of quickly shifting my attention off of Maura by pretending to care that Alex, the morgue tech, didn't pay attention to me while I was naked. I didn't give a rat's ass about Alex or the fact that he is dating senior criminalist, Chang. All I could think about was seeing Maura doing that strip tease and taking her decontamination shower. I would love to take a shower with Maura, but she slipped out our first night together in her yoga clothes that she showed up in. At least she left that really tasty bourbon at my apartment. I'll have to save it for the next time she comes over if that what gets her going.

I don't know why I often suggest we change in the car. It's always torture for me and that hasn't changed today. Before I even start driving, Maura slips on a pair of designer black pants and her Manolo Blahnik's or whatever. With her coat already on, she looks almost ready for work. I start to unbutton my top, and as usual she tells me to wait to get to her office; she has a change of clothes for me already there. Her office is closer to the parking garage than the gym, and we no longer park out in front since "the warehouse fight". So we quickly walk to her office. She changes and puts on her makeup in her private bathroom. I close the blinds and change in her office. I run upstairs to the bullpen before she is finished. I remind myself again, we have a baby to deal with now. There's no time for me to bring up that we've had sex or that I loved it. After-all, we have a baby to care for now, and par for the course, we have a murder. After a cup of coffee and a doughnut, I wander back down to the morgue. I stare at Maura while she is working on the evidence of newest victim. Maura concludes that he died of rat poisoning. At this point I don't give a shit how he died. I'm much more interested in knowing if we will be raising a baby together and why Maura moved her bookshelf.

Another body arrives right before our quarantine. Maura is flirting with Alex, the morgue tech, where else, but over a corpse. Then we're suddenly quarantined. Maura didn't take her eyes off me the entire time. She wouldn't look away when I tried to cover my naked body with the tiniest yellow towel in the world and a red plastic garbage can on top of something that looked like a set of dog dishes. She didn't look once at Alex. We talked about him, but we both couldn't take our eyes off each other.

Later that night at Jane's apartment, after the paternity tests revealing that Tommy is the father of the mysterious baby, Maura stays after everyone else has left. She claims that she is tired and asks if she can sleep in my bed. "Of course Maura. I wouldn't want you driving home in your condition. Let me get you something comfortable to change in. She still has her running clothes at my apartment, but I am a very slender woman albeit taller than her. I give her one of my old t-shirts and a pair of capris yoga pants; they almost cover her calves. We get ready for bed and immediately snuggle together under the down blanket. Our snuggling does last long though as Maura rolls towards me, puts her hand down my boxers and starts fingering my clit. I respond in like and we come very quickly from rubbing each other's moist clits. I fall asleep thinking of our portmanteau. When I wake; she is gone like the last time. I awoke with "rizzles" on my mine. Our portmanteau, a word or morpheme whose form and meaning are derived from a blending of two or more distinct form." We are definitely distinct.