Hi everyone! So, here's the last chapter. I wanted to thank you all so much for being so supportive and generous with your reviews, especially since this was my very first Rizzles story and english is not my first language. So thank you! I hope you will like this conclusive chapter.

Jane's POV

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It was official.

Jane Rizzoli, Detective of Boston Homicide, the only female detective in all the precinct, had a romantic-love-sick-puppy-sappy side.

I could almost see the article on page 3 on The Boston Globe, with a small picture on the side portraying me with that ridiculous smile that I had on since I made my way dowstairs that morning with the idea to prepare coffee for me and the magnificent beautiful sexy woman with whom I spent the night, making love to her and cherishing every inch of her body as she cherished mine like no one else ever had, then falling asleep wrapped around each other like two small dormice.

The original idea was to just prepare some coffee, so after I had reconsidered for the second time, the idea of taking a hot shower with Maura, I made my way downstairs, mentally kicking myself for all the way when I thought about how damn sexy it would have been to share such an intimate moment with her. Maura was a more than a little disappointed too but before I left I promised to her that she would have had other occasions to share with me a hot steamy shower. Maybe even that same evening...

So here I was, in Maura's kitchen, preparing the most abundant and colorful breakfast I had ever made before.

I wasn't the kind of person that enjoyed cooking, I was lazy actually for this kind of things, but Maura... Well, she enjoyed to cook and to take care of others... especially me. So I thought that it would have been nice to surprise her in this way, she's been my muse that morning and I didn't have to put as much effort as I thought, because it came out naturally, like it was something I did every morning.

Another big smile formed on my face thinking that I would love nothing more than to wake up every morning spooning her from behind, maybe make love to her, then prepare breakfast and eat together before go to work.

God, if the guys could see me now. Sappy overload.

But I didn't care. I was too happy, too unbelievably lost in the warm melting feeling inside me.

When the last fruit omelette was on the plate, I turned to the kitchen island where I had placed the mocha pot with two cups and some toast. Nothing much, but it was a really big deal respect to the usual pancakes I used to have in the morning accompanied with a cup of instant.

The strong aroma coming from the mocha pot mixed with the tipical smell of Maura's house was such a comforting touch that reached the deepest place inside of me, a place I didn't even know existed.

I looked around the luminous living room, looking outside the window to see the snow falling, recollecting all the memories of the previous evening and night, replaying them in my head over and over, from the moment we arrived at home, until I fell asleep holding her into my arms like if she was the most precious thing I've ever had. And she was.

It's always been Maura. It's always been her smile, her touch her voice that started a burning fire inside of me everytime. I was just scared. Scared of my feelings, scared of rejection... But most of all I was so afraid to lose her that I've been paralized with fear for such a long time that I didn't even want to pay too much attention about all the small but immense gestures that she made with me... And that I also had made for her.

In the end, the love I had for her won above everything else, and I couldn't be happier and more grateful that it happened.

Damn if that stupid love sick smile wasn't going to stay on my face forever.

When I heard the soft sound of footsteps coming from the stairs I raised my head from the table just in time to see Maura entry the kitchen.

She was a vision.

I mean, Maura's always been a vision in every occasion, but looking at her in the morning's light, hair still a little damp from the shower, wearing her robe with a pair of pj pants and bare feet, was the kind of vision I've always dreamed about. That one day, I would be able to see her like this, in a domestic intimacy, and not just like friends.

She looked at the kitchen island where I had prepared breakfast and when she raised her gaze and our eyes met, I couldn't help but feel a little shy when she smiled brightly at me.

This was a side I didn't know I possessed. But it's also true that Maura was the one that always brought the best out of me. She made me a better person. I felt a better person around her.

I looked up with a faint blush on my cheeks that deepened further when she made her way towards me with the most beautiful smile I've ever seen on her face.

"I-I thought t-that maybe you would be hungry too so I prep-"
My rambling was silenced by Maura's soft lips pressed against mine in a tender kiss. I melted right away, my shoulders relaxed and when her arms came around my neck, I wrapped mine around her waist bringing her closer, loving that she had to raise on her tip toes to kiss me better.

The kiss remained tender and innocent, the perfect kind of kiss for the situation, I knew I was a little nervous and Maura wanted to reassure me. Like I said, she's always been able to read me perfectly.

When she leaned back enough to look into my eyes she smiled, before whispering "Thank you Jane. This is a very thoughtful gesture."

She kissed me again briefly and when we parted I felt so much comfortable and relaxed.

Maura took a seat on the stool across from me as I filled our cups.

"As you can see I made real coffee this time and not the instant one." I handed her the cup with a smirk.

Maura smiled at me and when she spoke I couldn't not notice the playful tone she used. "Well, since you have made breakfast and real coffee, I suppouse that I could forgive you for the fact that you decided to not take a shower with me before."

She took a sip of her coffee before she continued. "Unless you want to be punished for not following an order, Detective."

I choked on the bite of omelette I had taken.

"Jane!"

Maura was at my side in a second as I kept coughing. "Raise your head and look at the ceiling, it will go down more easily." I could hear the unmistakable panic in her voice even if she tried her best to help me in the best way she knew.
I felt her hand tap my back as my cheeks were turning a bright shade of red... and mostly because of what she had said.

After a few more seconds I managed to swallow the food but I kept coughing. Maura made me sit as she took a glass of water for me.

"Oh God, Jane I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- I was just-" She looked so guilty, even if this wasn't her fault at all, it was kind of adorable actually. And even if I would have loved to see her like this a little longer just to enjoy her reaction, I didn't want her to presume that my silence was to be taken as something bad.

I drank a few sips of water feeling much better before speaking. "It's all right, Maura. I just swallowed the wrong way and... maybe I took the bite in the wrong moment." I chuckled softly when I saw the look of guilt replaced by a shy expression as she diverted her gaze from mine looking at the floor.

"I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable..." She played with the hem of my shirt as she spoke. And I found the sight so adorable that I felt that familiar fluttering inside of my chest.

"Never." I placed my hand on her chin so she could meet my gaze and see the sincerity into my eyes. "You never made me feel uncomfortable Maura. I just wasn't expecting that, but... It was really sexy actually." I smirked at her as she bit her lip, her eyes shining with a light that I started to get familiar with just the night before.

"Maybe I should work on my timing then." She said tilting her head on the side in thought.

"Or..." I reached across the table taking her plate and cup and putting them next to mine. "You could stay closer to me.. You know, just in case." She smiled brightly at me, taking a sit on the stool at my left side.

The smell coming from her plate seemed enough to distract her.

"This smell so delicious Jane." She took her fork cutting a generous angle.

Without looking I reached for the sugar, pouring it into my coffee as I watched her take the first bite, closing her eyes and moaning at the taste.

That low deep sound coming from her brought back all the memories from last night. Our bodies danced together, consumed by an infinite passion where the only thing that mattered was to bring pleasure in every possible way. I remembered how it felt when I first touched Maura, feeling her smooth skin under my fingertips as my hand went lower and lower reaching her center, coating my fingers in her juices and then pushing inside of her as she clutched at me, scratching her fingers on my back and moaning a very loud...

"Jane?"

I heard her voice calling me outside of my memories from last night and I had to blink several times to clean my head before I was able to focus on her face.

Her very amused face.

"Sorry Maura. Were you saying something?"

She was trying really hard to not burst out laughing and I suddenly wondered if I had said or done something stupid while I was lost into my own head. Before I could say anything, she started speaking again trying her best to stay serious.

"I was just noticing that even if I have said that your culinary skills are quite impressive, you don't seem to have changed your bad habits after all."
She concluded her sentence with a gesture of her hand.

Confused but curious, I diverted from her gaze to look at what she had indicated.

My eyes widened in shock as I was met with a small mountain of white crystals that was continuing to grow on top of my coffee cup. I was still confused so I raised my gaze to see my hand in middle air occupied in the act of pouring sugar.

At that point I probably had made the most horrified-embarassed expression of all history because I heard Maura's laughter echoing around the room as I interrupted drastically the movement of my hand placing back on the table the sugar dispenser, so fast like it was on fire.

Maura's laughter was getting louder as I looked at the mess I had made, trying to save the sugar that landed on the table. I looked at Maura and when I saw how much amused she was I couldn't even resist at the urge to chuckle.

"You are enjoying yourself, aren't you?" She was pratically bent in two over the stool from laughing so hard.

"I take that as a yes." I chuckled to myself shaking my head, seeing Maura laughing and enjoing the results of my distraction, warmed my heart.

She managed to look at me after a while, a little breathless and all flushed. "I wasn't going to let you drink it Jane. All that quantity of sodium chloride-"

"What?!" I interrupted her immediately. "You mean that this is salt?" Oh. My. God. I really need to be more present while I'm around Maura if I don't want to kill myself in some stupid dumb way without even knowing it.

Maura nodded at me. "Yes Jane. You should know by know that I don't buy white sugar."

I scoffed, mentally kicking myself. Of course she doesn't.

"You have a point Maura..." I raised from the stool, starting cleaning the mess I had made. "I should know that in your kitchen rules the brown supremacy." Maura chuckled at that as I alluded to her food preference. I turned around and before I could take a seat, she grabbed my hand pulling me towards her as she spread her legs on the stool so I could fit between them.

I was still a little embarassed but when I placed my hands on her thights and Maura looked at me with that sweet smile that she reserved only for me, the little incident was suddenly the furthest thing from my mind.

I swallowed hard looking at her, wondering why the most beautiful amazing and smart woman I'd ever met was attracted to me. I needed to know.

"I'm such a mess Maura. I'm so cranky sometimes that I don't even know how people can stay around me. I'm sarcastic, bad tempered and most of all I'm the most stubborn person on all Earth." I looked at her, serching an answer in her shining hazel eyes but all I saw was pure adoration.

Maura stood up, holding my hands in hers, running her thumbs over the scars.

"This is you Jane. All the things you just said are not difects, they are a small part of you. The same parts that make you the person that you are; a strong indipendent fearless and devoted woman that wouldn't think twice to put herself in danger to save someone else. And even if this last part scares me more than I could ever express with words, I love this side too. And it couldn't be any other way. Because I love you Jane. All of you."

I froze on the spot.

Those last few words hit me in full chest with so much force to leave me breathless. I knew that Maura had demonstrated her love to me the night before and again that same morning in more than a way, but hearing her actually say it was beyond... everything.

And when I looked at the tender smile forming on her face, her eyes looking into my very soul like only she was able to. I could think of only one thing to say.

"I love you too Maura. I have for a really long time."

She cupped my face in her hands as I brought her closer wrapping my arms around her waist. "Then let's not waste anymore time."

We kissed. Slowly and with so much love that my heart skipped a beat as I felt her knees go weak. I tightened my hold around her and when after a few minutes we broke the kiss both breathless, she placed one last tender kiss on my lips before resting her head into my chest, letting out a content sigh as I started stroking her hair, enjoing her intoxicating scent.

Maura placed one more kiss on my neck and before she spoke I could feel the smile playing on her lips. "You smell of us."

I was grateful that she couldn't see my face from her position because a crimson blush appeared on my face at her statement. Feeling suddenly so warm I istinctively looked outside of the large living room's window where I could see big snowflakes fall.

I chuckled to myself. Thinking that the same storm that managed to separate all the city and cause incovenience, brought to me and Maura the possibility to express our feelings. The storm I had inside wasn't going to resist any longer, but was glad that it happened in such a beautiful and almost poetic way. It's how it was supposed to be. It just took me a little to realize that.

I looked down where Maura was still resting her head on my chest. "So... What are the plans for the day?" I asked with a playful tone.

Maura looked up at me smiling sweetly. "As long as you are here with me Jane, I have all I ever wanted."

I felt so light. The heavy sensation over my chest had been finally taken off, leaving my heart free to beat and to feel.

I stroked her cheek with my thumb but before I could say anything she continued. "But I would love to finish this amazing breakfast before we start some more intense activities."

I grinned at her knowing were this was going.

"And would you like to tell me, Doctor Isles, what this kind of activities consists in?"

I saw her eyes shining and I couldn't help biting my lower lip at the desire and love I saw on her face.

Maura started kissing my neck slowly, kissing every inch of skin until she reached my ear. I was already shivering with anticipation and when she started speaking, feeling her hot breath against my ear, I was sure I was going to ruin my underwear.

"You know... I might need your help with something..."

I moaned a "Yes Maura... Everything." Already willing to give her everything she needed.

I held my breath desperate to hear with what she needed my help. But never, in a thousand years, I would never expected her to whisper the next words with such a flirtatious tone.

"I will need your help to bring Bass downstairs."

My eyes snapped open.

I opened my mouth several times but no sounds wanted to leave my throat. I didn't even know what I wanted to say. I looked down seeing the amusement written all over Maura's face as she was trying very hard to stay serious.

There was only a way out of this and with the last bit of self control I had left I asked "And what do I get if I help you, Doctor Isles?"

She chuckled, hearing how much I tried to keep my voice steady. She looked up at me as her hands started roaming over my sides and back. "Well, If I remember correctly, you still own me a shower, Detective."

We grinned at each other before we kissed.

Now, that's a deal.

The End


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