A/N: All I can say about this chapter is please don't hate me. haha.

Maura left her apartment building just shy of three in the morning. Her date had gone better than expected, but Maura wasn't feeling any afterglow. They had made the obligatory first date small talk over dinner and drinks—the type of conversation Maura was no longer used to engaging in on a date. She was used to her dates with Jane; they were seamless and no small talk had ever been required. Jane and Maura's personalities were far from similar, but they were still compatible. There was rarely a lull in their conversations and, in the rare occasion that there was, silence was acceptable and even comfortable.

But it was different with Lisa.

Lisa was an attractive woman and Maura had thought so since the moment she laid eyes on her at a local coffee shop that they both frequented. After seeing each other a couple of times, they decided to say hello. Lisa was a feminine woman and the growing attraction caught Maura by surprise. Maura was rarely attracted to feminine women, save for the few flings she had in her younger years, but she was never attracted to these women enough to date them. However, Lisa was different. When Maura spewed the facts and tidbits that annoyed Jane, she actually listened to her, so when Lisa asked Maura on a date, Maura was more than happy to accept.

While sipping champagne by candlelight on the patio of Lisa's favorite lounge, she grabbed Maura's hand. The sparks weren't the same as whenever Jane touched her hand, but Maura wondered if it was because this was new and they were still getting to know each other. When Lisa kissed her, Maura became lost in the moment, not because of the kiss itself but because of how long it had been since a woman had lavished so much attention upon her.

"Maybe we should continue this at my apartment," Maura suggested. Jane was a passing thought, but Maura's libido and the champagne had gotten the best of her. What they did wasn't making love; it was simply fucking if there was such a thing as simply fucking each other. There was no emotion involved and no tender embraces afterward like there was with Jane. It was for the sheer purpose of getting off, which for the most part, they both succeeded at.

Although Maura enjoyed sex with Lisa, she just wasn't Jane. She didn't take control like Jane did. Her fingers weren't as skillful as Jane's and she didn't know the one spot that could bring Maura to orgasm with a simple touch. Jane had learned Maura's body and, although they had been together for years, Jane was still willing to learn new ways to touch her wife. Getting off was never a priority for Jane. Her main focus was Maura's pleasure, but even when Maura's energy was spent, she'd still make it her priority to make Jane come as intensely as she possibly could. Maura used the same techniques on Lisa that worked on Jane, but it was further proof that Lisa wasn't Jane when she told Maura to change things up a bit. Her body was beautiful, but when Maura entered her she realized Lisa wasn't as tight as Jane. Jane was by no means a virgin when they started dating, but she never had the desire for another woman to enter her before her first time with Maura. It was so intimate and Maura reveled in the fact that she was the first and only woman who had ever been inside Jane. Over the duration of their relationship, Maura had also become accustomed to the way Jane tasted. Her flavor was distinct and Maura was grateful that it stayed on her tongue and her lips long enough for her to savor it even after they were finished making love to each other…but Lisa didn't taste like Jane. She tasted sweet, but it was Jane that she craved.

When they were finished, they gave each other a quick peck on the lips before Lisa got dressed and simply said to Maura, "I'll call you tomorrow."

Without saying another word she was gone and Maura was left to wonder why she had just given herself physically to another woman when it was Jane that she wanted and Jane that she needed.

It was nearly three in the morning when Maura came to the conclusion that she had to see Jane. She still had a key to their house, so she took it upon herself to enter without knocking or calling Jane to give her a heads up.

When Maura entered Jane's bedroom, she noticed she had fallen asleep with the light on. The sight of Jane peacefully sleeping was irresistible to Maura, so she decided to rid herself of her dress and climb into bed next to her. It was the spot she had always slept in when they were married and lying there again made her feel as if nothing had changed.

"Maura?" Jane asked, still half-asleep. "What are you doing here?"

"I had to see you," Maura stammered.

With her eyes still closed, Jane attempted to smile. As she usually did whenever they fell asleep together, Jane wrapped her arms around Maura for reassurance that Maura was with her because, if Maura was with her, Maura was safe and cared for. "You smell different. Is that a new perfume?"

"No," Maura responded. Jane was observant. It was her job to be observant, which made Maura wonder why she hadn't taken a shower before seeing Jane. She still had the scent of another woman on her body and she should have known Jane would pick up on that.

While still in her half-asleep state, it had dawned on Jane that Maura had been intimate with another woman. "Why are you here?" Jane asked as she let go of Maura. "Sex with one woman tonight wasn't enough?"

"She isn't you," Maura admitted. "No other woman will look at me the way you look at me. You don't have to say anything or do anything for me to know that you love me."

"The way I looked at you," Jane corrected her. "Just a month ago, it seemed like you wanted to work things out. Maura, you know what happened or what didn't happen between Sam and me. I'm sorry I lied to you, but that doesn't give you the right to return to the bed we shared as wife and wife after you fucked some other woman. Maura, I was passed out with Sam. You willingly fucked some other woman. You probably even initiated it. What happened, Maura? Did she not touch you the way I do so now you're wanting me to finish you off?"

"That's not why I'm here," Maura insisted.

"Your papers are on the coffee table," Jane informed her. "I signed every last one of them tonight. I signed them out of anger and I wasn't going to give them to you, but after this stunt you pulled I'm finished."

"I'm not going to see her again," Maura told her. She had latched on to Jane in hopes that even the slightest physical contact would help change her mind. "Jane, I love you. I can't be with another woman. I thought I could, but no other woman I meet will ever be you."

Jane loosened Maura's grip and moved as far away from her as she could. "What part of 'I'm finished' don't you understand? Your papers are on the coffee table. I suggest you get them now. I don't want you leaving the house by yourself at this time, so just stay in the guest room, but I want you gone by the time I wake up."

"We need to talk about this in the morning. I'm not giving up on you, Jane."

"Then don't give up on me," Jane responded. "But I'm giving up on you."