Author's note: thank you very much to all of you for the reviews and messages (I know, I really have to go through the PMs and properly send replies; sorry for the delay); this chapter is a bit of an extra, for Lucie.

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Ying And The Yang

Movement on her right. Sigh. Movement on her left. Eyeroll. Glance at Maura. Pout. Jane counted until five in her head then broke the silence that was getting on her nerves.

"I don't like yoga."

Maura didn't react. Lying on the floor, she remained perfectly still; her eyes closed, palm of her hands against the floor.

"This isn't yoga but relaxation. Close your eyes and take a long breath. Then repeat, over and over." A peaceful smile played on the scientist's lips. "You are stressed. This will help you."

Jane reluctantly sighed but didn't insist.

She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the music. It was not as zen as Maura had told her that it would be. The river theme music only made her feel like going to the bathroom. Epic fail. She rolled on a side and leaned up on her elbows.

"Where are you going to?"

Dammit. Busted.

Maura really had a very developed perception of things and movements. Back to the floor and to the boring exercizes.

"Nowhere..."

She liked the yoga room but only to bounce like a mad woman on the Swiss ball. It was too calm for her, too uneventful. She did believe in the benefits of it but couldn't bring herself to enjoy it properly. And she had tried. She really had. But it simply wouldn't work. No, she wasn't made for it. She wasn't...

Maura's hand landed on her inner thigh without any warning. The contact startled her. End of her inner wonders. She opened her eyes – looked at her wife – and swallowed hard.

"What are you doing?"

Maura mischievously smirked and raised an eyebrow as she let her finger trace invisible circles on her leg.

"I am helping you to relax...?"

Bullshit. Jane laughed out loud and shook her head. She knew Maura way too well and by the way she was looking at her, it was clear that the scientist had other things in mind. Interesting things. Unplanned but pleasing.

"This won't help me to relax. This will drive me on the edge, Maura. What happened to yoga time?"

With a barely contained nonchalance, Maura bent over Jane – her breasts crashing against her wife's face – and grabbed a bamboo stick to hit a small suspended gong.

"Yoga time is over." Smile. "Satisfied?"

The sudden change of activity was slightly borderline. Jane tried to think about something she may have done wrong and would call for a devil plan from Maura but nothing came up. No. She hadn't done anything bad.

The only conclusion that she could come to was that it was really play time.

"Well... Namaste...?"

Maura's light laugh died in the crook of her neck as she began to trace a path of kisses down to her wife's shoulder blade; her hands wandering on her hips.

The house was quiet. It was a beautiful Sunday – warm and sunny – and for once, nobody had stopped by to ask them anything. Margot who had left the campus and was back to Beacon Hill with them had gone out for the day. Angela was babysitting TJ and Maddie. They were alone. Together.

It was the perfect day for some intimacy.

And that hasn't happened since forever, Rizzoli. So you better enjoy it. For once you can go bold out of the bedroom without fearing any interruption...

The more she thought about it, the more it became obvious that they had gone through a dense year. It wasn't that they had neglected their couple – not the slightest bit – but the house had often been a tad too full for them to enjoy moments like the one they were having now.

"If this is a new kind of yoga, I'm all for it."

The remark made Maura smile. She straddled Jane and took off her shirt before leaning back over her wife. She ran a suggestive tongue over her lips and locked her eyes with Jane's dark ones.

"Is this an invitation for me to check your suppleness?"

"I kind of like it when you tease me like this..." Jane ran a hand down Maura's back and passed it underneath the yoga pants to caress her buttocks.

They had been married for three years now but she still had a hard time realizing that they had one day reached this level in their relationship.

It wasn't that it didn't make sense – it did – but she did not understand how it had happened; how one day she had been able to kiss every single inch of Maura's skin with this complete freedom she was having now. How they hadn't been too afraid of the radical change in their relation. How they had got married. Married.

"But let's see who the real yogi is, here."

Without waiting for a reaction from Maura, Jane grabbed her wife by the waist and pinned her down under her own body. She plunged a hand between her legs and captured her lips in a deep kiss. It didn't take Maura long to start sighing.

In the mood to lead the game, she slowly made her way down Maura's body. The kisses she was leaving on the medical examiner's shivering skin resounded loud in the room; loud and overwhelming.

Tantalizing.

The throat – the breasts – the lower stomach. As she reached the line of Maura's pants, Jane leaned up on her elbows then pulled on the piece of clothing. In vain. She tried again. Second fail. Frown.

The hell, Rizzoli?

"These Lulu Lemon things have to go, Maura. They're impossible to take off."

Maura burst out laughing and looked down at Jane who was studying the yoga pants in obvious despair, pulling on them like a mad woman.

"Do you need some help...?"

Nod.

Maura stood up and locked her eyes with Jane's. She took off her bra then got rid of her pants in a fluid motion. She was completely naked, not hiding a single inch of skin. A full - inviting - eye-contact with her wife.

"Satisfied?"

Jane didn't talk. She sat up on her knees and grabbed Maura's legs with a semblance of authority as her lips began to travel up the knees – the hips – and the thighs. She didn't try to tease her wife. She wasn't in the mood for that. She wanted her now. Right now.

The second the tip of Jane's tongue brushed the flesh, Maura gasped and arched her back. She leaned her head backwards and tried to look for support, any kind of support. In vain. Time for a plan B.

She went to sit on the floor but Jane prevented her from doing so and let an ironic laugh pass her lips.

"What do you think you're doing? Yoga isn't about lying down and wait for it to happen."

"But I am not even leaning against a wall. I..." Her short breath betrayed her obvious arousal. It had not taken Jane long to get her on the edge. This game was too easy. Delightful but too easy. "Help me!"

"I've known you more creative." And without waiting for a reply, Jane went back to her caresses; a smile playing on her lips as she felt Maura's distress and pleasure increase.

"Fine. Don't complain if your back hurts afterwards. And I mean it."

Maura passed a leg over Jane's shoulder and found a semblance of balance. She closed her eyes and fully focused back on the sensations brought up by her wife's tongue on her sensitive flesh.

Jane's hands had made their way to her breasts for a teasing massage; back to her stomach. Slow caresses contrasting with the pace of her tongue.

Maura swallowed hard.

She opened her mouth to speak but the angle of the touch made her gasp again. She bit her lower lip yet let a low moan escape. Her heart was beating fast, now. Her skin was shivering. Her chest didn't stop rising and falling while she had let her hand run through Jane's hair to pull her head closer to her body.

"Gonna... Fall down."

Jane smiled but immediately grabbed Maura's buttocks to make sure that she would remain on her feet until the end. To an unusual place, a challenging position.

Jane had actually assumed that she would make a move afterward in the shower. Maura hadn't wanted to wait until then. She thus had to pay for it one way or another. Wasn't yoga about finding balance in the oddest position ever?

As a powerful wave rushed through her body, Maura widely opened her eyes and held her breath. She stared in front of her, shaking between Jane's hands; at the mercy of the circular movements of her tongue on her over-sensitive flesh.

She remained quiet. Not even a gasp could pass her lips.

The only thing she could feel besides the paroxysm of her own feelings was her wife's hair brushing her inner thighs in a teasing way, sending butterflies to her stomach in an echo to the orgasm she had just had.

"We..." A kiss on a shivering thigh. "Need to put..." A kiss on Maura's lower stomach. "A locker on the door of..." A kiss between her legs. "On the door of the yoga room." Jane grabbed her wife by the waist and forced her to sit down to be at eye-level. "Way too many people can come in at any moment."

Starting with a child if their adoption plans went alright.

Jane didn't see herself trying to explain a two-year-old why Maura would stand naked and panting in the middle of a room surrounded by a couple of large Swiss balls – a Tibetan bowl, a gong – and zen music in the background.

No matter she was the yogi in this story.