A/N
Here we are again with the flashbacks. This is the last chapter in which you'll find them, and it's all a flashback. The first sentences that are at a present time in beginning of chapter 1, are here as a flashback, if you remember. It'll be in italic and underlined, so it'll be easier to notice. I hope you figure it out.
Is still smutty, with a little drama in it. Jane continues to be a jackass, but I promise, this is the last time. I know it may seem boring, the same thing all over again, but that's the only way I see them happening. It has to be too repeated to ignore, for them to notice they're made for each other.
The events happen 24 hours before the meeting at the Robber. I'll continue what happened after Maura left the Robber in the next chapter. Thanks to all who followed, favourited, and reviewed this. I'm trying to do my best, hope I satisfy.


24 Hours Ago

Maura's POV

I must be demented or delusional. There is no other reason except that I may suffer from some sort of mental illness, for me to be thinking what I'm thinking. I've been in a strange and intense string of emotions. I've been resentful, proud, neglecting. I've been also hopeful, aware of the smallest of gestures, so much it makes me feel pathetic. But this is Jane, she's not some random man -or woman for that matter- so I can't just walk away from her. I've tried not too think about it but it's as impossible as trying to force myself not to breathe. I'm not giving up on her, not without a last attempt to figure out what we have.

It hasn't been easy.

It's been almost 2 weeks since the last time I've had her hold me,almost 2 weeks since our last kiss,almost 2 weeks since the last time she looked at me, really looked at me. Her behavior towards me is professional to say the least; she doesn't even treat me like a friend anymore. Our playful but subtle flirting has disappeared, her eyes don't linger on mine anymore and she had avoided touching me, as best as she could.


So when I found myself in front of her house, my hand on the car door handle, ready to get out, I knew I would probably regret this soon enough. But not now, now I wanted her. The emptiness in the pit of my stomach wouldn't go away with nothing less than her strong arms around me. Pride had left me a few days ago and my self control would run short as soon as I saw her. I knew that, so when she opened the door, only in tank top and shorts, her eyes half-opened and sleepy, her hair bed made, I couldn't help myself. My arms went around her waist and my cheek found her shoulder as her hand was still on the opened door. She hesitated for a second.

"Maura, what are-" My lips were on her neck, her jaw then mouth as I tried to push us away from the door, like I was afraid she could throw me out. That didn't happen.

She pushed the door closed behind me, returning my embrace and kiss. I enjoyed the feeling of her hand on the back of my neck, the other caressing my cheek. Ok, now it's the time. Just keep looking her in the eyes the whole time.

"Jane" My hands and lips left her body but my feet didn't move. "Tell me you want me to stop."

I was sure she could feel my breath close to her lips, so I wasn't playing a fair game. But it was just that, a game, a push-and-pull, a dance not much different from the one we've been making for years, only more physical. Her eyes seemed to search for something, than her hands found the hem of my blouse making a small move upwards. I knew she was trying to deflect but still had to keep my breath from hitching.

I moved away a little, we weren't touching anymore but if I wanted to, I could reach her. She didn't answer; she just kept looking at me, and then pulled me in for a kiss that was so hungry that my world spins even at its memory. When she pulled back after a few seconds, the look in her eyes scared me, I thought this is it. Now she'll ask me to leave, she just took one last taste; I would've done the same. I have to try once more, keep close, keep looking at her.

"Jane … ask me to leave." I wanted to sound as a command and it did. But I'm sure she's seen the want in my eyes. "You have to tell me, if you don't want me t-" Now it was her lips on mine, causing me to stop.

"But I do want you… So, so bad." I was too lost in her to think of grammar or even to appreciate the choice of words and their timing. Now her hands on my blouse take it off completely and I do the same with her tank top. She was braless and her breast pressed against my chest as I was my sneakers. The feeling of this woman's warmth could leave me breathless, and her moaning my name as I moved my lips to her neck, didn't help me. But she tilted my head and looked at me, brown pools filled with lust, desire and if I dare to imagine: love. She smiled and I did the same. She approached again, starting her own kisses on the exposed skin of my chest, I couldn't let her.

I pushed her and then pulled her hips to mine, my mouth going to her shoulders, doing something I should be good at from the sounds she was making. We made our way to the bedroom, kissing and touching. I had done it before but her curves still amazed me, and I couldn't even realize how could she manage to be both soft and strong, or how her hair seemed so unruly but yet gorgeous.

Her skin felt hot against my fingers as I took them to unlace the knot of her shorts. I moved myself lower as I guided her to sit on the bed. Fortunately Jane was independent and proud enough to keep her old place, so no guilt or disgust on sleeping on the same bed she slept with him. I was now straddling her, as she laid on her back only her boy shorts on. I kissed her again and if she would be a substance, I would surely become addicted, I already was. She wanted to turn us over but tonight my hunger was insatiable. I pushed her almost forcefully, my tongue seeking dominance that she granted me. But it didn't last long; as I moved my attention to her neck, biting and sucking and I'm sure it must have been just a little bit painful from the moans coming out of her. But I couldn't help it, I needed her so much, I needed to possess her body as she had done to my heart, and if a few bruises were as close as I would get to mark her as mine, I would leave them.

As I moved to her chest, my hands had already taken care of her boy shorts so I took a moment to just see her. Raven hair spread over white sheets, her perfect tan skin gleaming with sweat, chest heaving, her back arched, eyes closed, her long legs bent at the knees, slightly opened.

"Perfect." She opened her eyes for a brief second at the sound and closed them again, as my lips were on one of her dark nipples, sucking, licking and biting. One of her hands reached my head to draw me closer, the other took a fistful of sheet.

"Don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop."Her voice sometimes is enough to make me want her, but this time was even deeper and lower than usual, and the effect she's having on my now, should be illegal. She was now answering my earlier question, without even noticing.

I had Jane Rizzoli begging me, and the night was still young. I moved my attention to the other breast, while she moaned and arched her back. I took this opportunity to put an arm under her waist encircling from behind, gaining some control. I moved my lips and tongue to her phenomenal abdomen, enjoying how her breath hitched and body squirmed from my movements.

"God, Maura, you are so- ooohhh" My lips where brushing below her naval now, my breath causing her to moan and I felt goose bumps on my palm, resting just under her rib cage I couldn't help but smirk as I raised my head to see her, and she pushed her hips up, desperate to regain the lost contact.

If it wasn't for my own arousal, which has started to become painful, I would prolong her torture a little longer. I pulled one of her legs above my shoulder, and started kissing her inner thigh, so close to my mouth.

I felt overwhelmed, there she was. This gorgeous human being: open, and vulnerable, waiting for me to please her, and I wanted nothing more than that. The sounds she was making were almost animalistic, the heat emitting from her body mixing with my own, the smoothness of her skin better than any silk money could ever buy. But my favorite was something else. It was her smell, her smell stronger than I had ever felt it, so strong I could almost taste her, or was I already? I opened my eyes and I have reached her center, so I continued kissing and licking her there, letting myself be guided by instinct. She hadn't been the vocal type in our previous encounters but I wasn't this giving those times either.

"Yes, aahh, yes, oohh ...Maura… Ff—" Her sounds interrupted as she was biting her lower lip. I dared to look at her and she noticed my absence, her eyes fluttering open.

"Jane, look at me" She did and that's the look that made me fall for her in the first place. Her confidence long gone, soft and sincere -as I liked to believe- a look only reserved for me.

It was then when I used one of my fingers to enter her slowly and her gaze adverted before I called for her again. When I had her attention I pulled out, then back in. Out, in, slowly, just on finger, while her eyes never left mine and she was gasping and moaning repeatedly. I had created a steady pace when I lowered my head to her again, but now paying attention to the small bundle of nerves.

"Maur, aahh, Maur, more, more" I wasn't sure if she was saying my given nickname, or asking for more but for both cases I increased the speed on my moving fingers and added another digit, making her jerk her hips involuntarily.

A few seconds later, and I could tell she wouldn't last much long. So I combined my tongue, teeth and fingers in the most pleasurable way I could imagine. She tightened around me, her whole body contracted, no sounds came from her for a few seconds, than a delicious moan. I didn't move a single muscles and I let her ride her wave of pleasure against me. And when she was over, she tugged at my hair, and then pulled me up for a kiss. I felt her moan in pleasure as she could taste herself, and only when her thigh was forced against my center I understood I sensitive I was.

My whimper was all she needed so she tightened her thigh and let me ride it. Her fingers went through my hair, pushing it back, exposing my neck. She kissed, sucked, bit, licked ever part of my neck and chest she could reach, her aggression growing as my rhythm increased with my pleasure and the volume of my moans. Her breath on my neck as she whispered my name, was the last thing I remembered.


When I fully came to my senses, my head was on her shoulder, our legs intertwined, and her hand slowly caressing my back.

"Hey" Her smile was genuine but it became sad soon.

"Hey" I would frown if I could but I just smiled back.

"That was … extraordinary" Her grin made her eyes sparkle but it didn't last long. The same sadness taking over soon.

"Yeah, it was" I pushed my head further on her chest, placing two chaste kisses on the warm skin. I could almost hear her thinking, but I didn't like it. I was begging to her in my head not to leave, I wasn't sure how much more pain I could endure. And it seemed unnecessary to me, we were happy, right here, right now, we were more than alright outside of the bed too, we were best friends, used to be at least. She was the most wonderful, frustrating, complicated person I've ever met, and she was mine, or at least could be, if she let go. And I was hers, would've given everything for her, done whatever she wanted as long as I had her like this, on my side.

"Maura …" My thoughts were interrupted, her voice was hesitant.

" Don't" I shook my head, eyes closed.

"It's three in the morning." She said it like it was a cue. Did she want me to leave?

"So?" I decided to play dumb.

"We got work in a few hours. I .. we need to get some sleep." Her tone was confusing me.

"I know." And I lowered my head on her chest again.

"Maura, come on." She moved from under me, I could see she was getting a little angry. "Just, I … you really don't understand?" She was on her feet and I sat up still on bed.

"Underestand what?" Now my voice was rising too.

"This…um, sleepover thing" Like someone was dragging the words out of her mouth.

"You mean, sleeping after we've had sex?" I was on my knees on her bed, facing her, just two feets away. "I'm not sure sleepover it's the right term for it. As sleepover refers to an-"

"Ok. Ok. No googlemouth right now."Even frustrated the term made us both smile but only for a second. "I'm not strong enough Maura." Her tone was serious again, as was her face.

"Strong enough to do what?" My voice became gentle again.

"Ugh, this is .. just… this." Her hand was waving between us, indicating our naked bodies."This should happen again."

"What?" My mouth opened, my frown visible. "You say it like it was my fault. I asked you Jane, I asked you to tell me-"

"I know, don't you think I know that? And what it meant?" We were both screaming all of the sudden. "But I'm engaged Maura, that means I'm going to marry soon. Marry someone else."
She had her left hand up, facing at me, showing her ring, she sounded mad.

"I know that, I try to keep it in my mind the whole time, so I don't just do what I did tonight. But Jane, you didn't even try to stop me."

"Of course I didn't. I couldn't." We've reached to a point of our fight when our voices go from a whisper to a scream without warning, or the other way around.

"What?" I wanted to hear it again.

"I couldn't Maura. Of course I couldn't." She's screaming and tears are threatening to fall from her eyes. "I can't push you away Maura, not when you kiss me like that, I don't have the strength to. That's why we should keep our distance." Her voice became more leveled but she was still crying.

"You think we're able to?" I was on the verge of tears myself, this conversation was so emotional, filled with words left unspoken. "You think-" I reached and grabbed her hand, squeezed and forced her to look at me. "You think I can? When I have you like this, all I wanna do is touch you, feel your warmth, even if it's all innocent, I wanna be near you. All the time, this close."

Now our upper bodies were almost touching, I was looking up at her, could kiss her easily. I tugged at her hand to pull her in bed with me.

"Can't do it, Maura." Now her face was steel.

"Can't sleep with me? So you can fuck me, but you can't spend the night with me?" I knew I had hit the right spot. The curse word flowing out of me without thinking.

"No, I can't." And she said it like it was my fault, like I was supposed to understand.

"How do you do it huh?" My head held high, I could see a slight fear in her

features, but confusion above all. "How is it that you give me so little, but still have me coming back?" I was so frustrated, at myself more than at her, I was sure she noticed.

"Don't say that, please." She tried to reach for my head. My reaction was similar to someone who's being threatened with a knife.

"You wanna know how I feel Jane, cause you seem to have difficulties expressing your sentiments. Wanna know mine?"

She wanted to shake her head, now I seemed to be the one who carried the knife. She nodded instead, so small I would've missed it if I wasn't that concentrated.

"I feel used Jane." The moment I said the words, I regretted them. The (metaphorical) knife I was holding went straight through her, her pain so real I could see her flinch, ever so slightly.

"Please, please Maura. Don't... don't ... don't." She was shaking her head opening her arms, like she didn't know what to do this them, and at the same time wanting me close. I tilted my head in acknowledgment but didn't lean in. I wouldn't be that weak.

"Why?" She was confused for a second, but came quickly to her senses. My voice was firm, she had to answer and it better be a reasonable one.

"I'm not strong enough Maura. What do you want me to say? I mean, I can't ... even ... I can't spend the night with you." Her voice breaking, her head low.

"I wanna hear it. The whole reason." You have to give me something. I was trying to look into her eyes, my own eyes determined to get her to speak. Talk to me.

"Because …" She raised her eyes. "Because if I fall asleep with you in my arms once, I'm gonna be suffering from insomnia for the rest of my days." There were tears in her eyes again.

"Because, if I wake up next to you in the morning, every other morning will seem empty to me. And I can't …" She was sobbing now, her breathing irregular. "I can't leave … in the morning."

"Do you really wanna leave now?" I was on my feet, invading her personal space.

She opened her mouth, nothing came from it.

"Don't leave, sleep with me, wake up by my side. We could do it Jane. Don't you think we could make it?"

"No." She was lying to me, I knew it. But it didn't help, because she preferred to lie than to be brave and fight for us.

"Get out." My voice strong and firm. "Get out Jane. I don't want you here." She opened her mouth but nothing came from it, again. I couldn't look at her anymore. Then she walked out of the room, then out of her own apartment, and if it would be physically possible I would feel my heart shatter to pieces, the only person capable of mending it, yards away now.