The following morning Jane woke to find Maura's limbs entangled around hers. Somehow they were intertwined and yet their sleep had been comfortable. Jane twisted, removing herself from Maura's grip. The covers had been flung off and when she turned to face Maura she was presented with a sight that she least expected.

Maura was topless and her magnificent breasts had been pressed up against her back. Jane's mouth went dry. Holy crap, they were perfect. Definitely a couple of handfuls; sorry but the French are wrong; the perfect breasts should not fit into a Champagne glass. They were in fact here, in Jane's bed, attached to Jane's girlfriend and more than a handful was definitely not a waste!

She wanted nothing but to bury her head in between those beautiful mounds, but she slowly stepped away. She threw on her running clothes and after a short trip to the bathroom she was soon jogging, each step jolting the image of Maura's perfect naked inviting breasts back into her mind rather than out of it.

This was going to be a long run.

Jane ran to the hospital; she might as well kill two birds with one stone and get her stitches out. She would be back before Maura realised.

Maura woke alone, half-naked in her bed. She immediately panicked, fearing the worst but when she saw that Jane's running shoes were missing she relaxed. It had felt wonderful cuddling up to the taller woman. Her body was so lithe and toned. Holding her waist it had been as if Maura was literally holding on to the strength of her core. Wonderful!

Maura stepped into her rainfall shower. The water was luxurious. Maura felt some of her tension drifting away as the massage jets did their job. Maura still felt some tension, but no amount of water could cause that to subside; only Jane could satiate that need. She took her time drying herself and massaging expensive lotion into her body. She smelled and felt wonderful.

She stood naked in her bedroom looking through her drawers to find the perfect underwear. She hoped that if she took enough time Jane would catch her in an undressed state. She was uninspired by the choice and then it hit her; she knew exactly what to put on. While not having known Jane for that long, she didn't see the point in waiting any longer. She wanted Jane and she wanted Jane now.

She opened her wardrobe eyeing the Velda Lauder drill cotton olive green military corset with matching skirt, collar, cuffs and hat. Maura wouldn't normally be as forward, but yesterday's scare had spurred her into action. Maura knew that Jane's hands would be sore, but she needed her inside her.

Maura moved to the box under her bed and brought out the brand new strap on and dildo. She always bought a new one after a lover had left; just in case her new lover was willing to use it on her. She left the package wrapped up on the bed so that Jane could choose to use it or not. She hoped that she would.

Maura checked her appearance, slid her feet into khaki heels and walked into the kitchen. She heard Jane arriving and opened the fridge, effectively blocking her appearance to Jane.

"Phew. I'm exhausted. Sorry I'm so late Maur, I got my stitches out. The Doctor is really pleased with how they are healing. Oh good, are you fixing breakfast? I'm so hungry. I'm just going to get in the shower."

Jane's stream of consciousness hadn't given Maura chance to reply. Maura was also glad of being stood in the cold refrigerator as the sight of a very hot and sweaty Jane had really turned her on. Her muscles were magnificent and with the beads of sweat slowly dripping down her strong arms, Maura wanted to feel Jane on top of her. She wanted to feel the heat radiating from the other woman and to feel her hard yet soft body pushing down on her; an oxymoron of feminine softness interlaced with masculine strength.

If the temperature of the fridge hadn't risen by a few degrees, Maura would be surprised.

Maura walked to the shower.

"Jane, I've put you something to wear on the bed. I hope it fits."

"Ok, Maur. Thank you. I'll be out in a minute."

"Ok, Jane. No rush."

No rush. Who was she kidding? The ache in her core had turned to a burn. Sleeping half-naked next to Jane and then thinking about it all morning had resulted in Maura's constant arousal. She heard the shower turn off and Jane walk to the bedroom and then a shriek.

"Ah, Maur, what's this? You said you'd left me something to wear."

"Yes Jane. I have."

"Well, this isn't exactly what I was expecting. I was expecting more sweat pants and a Red Sox jersey. Not this."

"Does this mean you are not comfortable putting it on?"

"Ah, jeez, Maur. I don't know. I mean I've never. Why have you got this anyway? Do you not think I'll be enough for you? I mean not that I was expecting it, but eventually, you know."

"I know that you will always be enough for me Jane. I bought it because I always do when I am single. I like to have it if the need and a new lover arises. I thought perhaps you might want to wear it because I need you to fuck me Jane. And I would much rather have your fingers deep inside me, but I don't think that until you are fully healed that we should contemplate digital stimulation."

"Jesus, Maur! So this means you want to, you know!"

"Yes Jane. Very much so."

Maura could hear the paper tearing and Jane changing the buckles. She knew Jane was a woman of action rather than words.

"Ok, I'm ready. Should I get dressed more, a t-shirt or anything?"

"No Jane. I want you to lie on the middle of the bed and close your eyes. Don't open them until I tell you to."

Jane obeyed. She didn't know what it was, but she would do anything for this woman. Anything she asked. Jane heard the rhythmic click clack of Maura's high heels on the floor. She wanted to open her eyes.

"Ok Jane, you can open them."

She nearly had a heart attack on the spot.

"Sweet fucking lord."

"Jane! Language!"

"Sorry Maur, you just, wow. Are you going somewhere? You look like you're about to go out and sing for the troops!"

"This is for you. I love the craftsmanship that has gone into the production of this beautiful corset. And no, I can't sing. Do you think it would help your troops if I wore things like this for them?"

"Uh-uh. No, no sexy outfit for them. Only me. You look beautiful. Do you have something on your mind Doctor Isles?"

"Yes Jane, I do. Last night before you fell asleep I was planning on flashing you, as you keep putting it. But you fell asleep on me. I curled up next to you and my arousal has been in a constant heightened state since then. I decided to show you how I felt. And what I wanted."

She had never been this bold before. Jane seemed to strip her down to her very being. Almost as if she accepted Maura for everything that she had experienced in her past, everything she was today and would help shape the couple they would be together. She felt safe, she felt loved.

Jane never questioned anything in her life. She was brought up well, with honour and respect, and when that Captain came in all those years ago, she knew that was what she wanted for herself. She worked hard in her career. She fought, she struggled, she proved herself day after day; she continues to prove herself to her subordinates, peers and those few above her.

She could still remember the day she received the letter from Doyle Industries confirming their acceptance of her into the space programme of StarCommand. She knew that she had worked hard to achieve everything that she had and that was why she never questioned whether she was worthy of the things she had in her life. Jane knew that she had worked to achieve those things so yes, she was worth it.

Now though she didn't feel worthy of this woman. Maura was a woman of impeccable taste and luxury. The outfit that she wore Jane could tell would cost at least a month's pay. Jayne herself didn't spend hours shopping for clothes. She dressed for comfort. What on earth was a woman who spent that much on lingerie doing making such an overtly obvious play for a Captain at StarCommand?

Jane's feelings must have flushed across her face.

"Baby, what is it? Don't you want this? Is it me? Would you rather I took this off?"

"No, it's not you, Maura. I am not very rich you know. Yes I'm a Captain, but I don't like the schmoozing and ass-kissing that comes with the role. I'm not refined, cultured, educated. I am from the school of hard knocks. I earned everything that I have and I am most happy when at home watching a baseball match with a beer and some pizza. I don't want caviar and Dom Perignon. I don't know if I am enough for you, Maura. And yes, I would like you to take that off, but only so I can see you naked."

Anger seemed to rise within Maura's usually calm demeanour.

"Are you saying that you think I am shallow? That I can only enjoy the fine things? Yes, I enjoy those things, but I am not shallow at all. I enjoy the beauty and luxury of wonderful clothes; I appreciate the hard-work of each stitch. My parents had money and I never wanted for a thing, but I did. I wanted to enjoy the simple things like throwing a ball with friends, hell even having friends. I may be socially awkward and weird and better at speaking to the dead than to the living, but I am not shallow. And I don't like Dom Perignon either. Krug is a much nicer Champagne."

She was completely lost to her. Within seconds Jane was off the bed. She scooped Maura into her arms and kissed her deeply, their tongues duelling for control. Jane ran her hands over Maura's rear and helped her out of her clothing.

"You look beautiful, Maura, but I want to see you."

The hot need that Maura had felt earlier had been replaced by an air of expressing their growing feelings for each other. As Maura stripped in front of Jane she no longer wanted to be satisfied quickly. She needed Jane to make love to her slowly, gently; lovers making an unsaid promise to never hurt the other, to love and protect them, no matter what.

Maura lay on the bed, her hair now splayed on the pillow. Jane followed on her hands and knees on the bed above Maura.

"You are so beautiful."

Jane gently ran her fingertips across Maura's collar bone, peppering it with soft gentle kisses. Her hand flew to Maura's breasts.

"Magnificent."

A flash of those bad boys would make her do anything. Jane grinned, taking the nipple into her mouth, rolling the flesh around her tongue and teeth, gently nipping the flesh admiring the bud standing to attention. Jane moved to the other one, repeating her actions.

"Can't have this one feeling left out."

Jane could feel Maura writhing underneath her in pleasure. She didn't think she could tease Maura any longer. She moved down the length of Maura's body, stopping at Maura's sex. Jane could smell the honey blonde's arousal. The scent alone caused an eruption of goosebumps all over Jane's flesh in anticipation.

Jane gently placed a tender kiss on Maura's mound. She slowly began her exploration of Maura, allowing her tongue to savour the taste of her lover and to lick every inch of her. She could hear Maura groan in pleasure, affirming that Jane's actions were achieving the desired results.

Jane tickled Maura's hips and stomach, causing the woman to buck into her allowing the deeper exploration of Maura's exquisite crevice with Jane's tongue. She felt Maura start to quiver, holding her in place, continuing to lick her with the tenderest of touches. As Maura started to thrash and vocalise her orgasm, Jane moaned at the effect she had on Maura.

She would never get enough of that as long as she lived. She looked up at Maura, seeing her eventually descend from the heights she had been taken to.

"Oh, God Jane, wow! That was amazing."

Jane moved to kiss Maura. Maura gently flicked her tongue over Jane's lips and chin, capturing the obvious evidence of her arousal. The act caused Jane to growl.

"Fuck, Maur. You are so sexy. Was that ok?"

"Yes Jane. More than ok."

The ego boost seemed to spur Jane on as she took the shaft in her hand and gently guided it inside of Maura. Maura's eyes widened at the sudden filling of her and she took a deep breath to allow her muscles to relax.

Jane looked into those now black eyes; "are you ok?"

Maura answered by pulling Jane further inside her.

I guess that's a yes! Jane grinned, eager to express the mounting desire and love(?) that she was feeling. She slowly moved her hips, driving the phallus deep inside Maura, holding it in place for seconds before gently drawing back, avoiding pulling out completely.

Jane had never felt anything like it before, ever. It was impossible, but she was inside Maura. She could feel the muscles of Maura's walls pulse around her. She could feel the tight, warm, wet heat from her lover.

Jane looked into Maura's eyes and repeated her actions. Maura moaned audibly, the aural validation enough to escalate Jane's own orgasm. Jane continued her motions, trying desperately to hold on, but finding the internal battle futile.

"Oh God, Maura. I'm going to, oh shit, oh yes."

Seeing Jane come undone was enough to send Maura soaring up to meet Jane. The women locked eyes and watched their mutual pleasure reflected in the other's eyes and faces. Jane stayed inside Maura, panting, desperately trying to breathe.

Jane leant forward and kissed Maura.

"Thank you. That was wonderful."

Jane went to move.

"No, don't move Jane. Aftershocks. Still. Coming."

Goddam Maura. You're going to be the death of me. She waited until Maura nodded that it was ok to move. She removed herself and stepped out of the harness and took the woman in her arms.

"Ok, so whatever you want me to wear baby I will. No arguments."

"Thank you Jane, I'll remember that. I hope you don't have plans for the day because I want to reciprocate. I don't see us getting out of bed today."

Jane moaned. Suddenly her desire for Maura was back as strong as before.

"You're going to have to feed me woman. I have a feeling I am going to need every scrap of energy to satisfy you."

Maura bounded off the bed wrapping a kimono around her. She smiled sweetly at Jane; after the run and their exertion it was definitely in her interests to feed Jane.

"How does pancakes and bacon sound?"

"Like Maura-loving-fuel."

Maura laughed, she definitely needed to feed Jane. She had every intention of making them lose the next few days. Jane needed a distraction from the nastiness that she had experienced over the last few days, and Maura fully intended to be that distraction. Maura just hoped that neither of them had to go anywhere that required them dressing up; Maura had the feeling that if she had anything to do with it, neither of them would be able to wear heels for days.