It's been forever and a day since I've updated this story, for which I apologize profusely. I debated on whether or not I wanted to post this chapter as it is very short, but decided this was the best route to go. Something right now is better than nothing, I do believe. I'm sorry if this chapter disappoints you! Good things come to those who wait.

Disclaimer: do I really need one at this point?

When we got to Maura's couch, I sat down on the middle cushion and she decided to stand slightly between my open legs. She looked down at me and, smirking, reached both arms around her back to untie her apron. Lifting it up, she pulled the apron over her head and, believe it or not, simply tossed it on the arm of the couch. No folding or anything.

Maura then hitched her dress up a bit on both sides and as she took a very small step backwards for me to do so, instructed me to close my legs a little more. She placed a knee on each side of my thighs, sitting herself down on my lap.

"You know, your dress pulled up that high doesn't seem very lady-like," I quipped, smirking as I placed my hands upon her hips.

Maura grabbed my left hand and placed it on the inside of her thigh, very close to her center. "I suppose then, following your comment, placing your hand where I just did isn't very lady-like either, is it?"

My nervousness increased. "Nope," I shook my head. "But who am I to judge, really?" I began to stroke my thumb in circles over her soft skin. Maintaining eye contact, I slipped my hand closer toward her center – despite how nervous I'd become – my fingertips expecting to feel the line of fabric along the edge of her underwear. However, I encountered nothing but smooth skin. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, stifling a moan. "Seriously, Maura? No underwear?"

She bit her lip, trying not to grin. "The fewer barriers, the better, right?"

"Bra?" I croaked out.

Maura countered, "Why don't you find out for yourself, Jane?"

So Maura had expected us to have sex tonight. The realization that she had made me extremely nervous – infinitely more than before. Was I ready for this?

I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat and tried to keep my face neutral.

Too late. She'd already caught my hesitation and facial expressions.

"Jane," she whispered my name so caringly. "You aren't ready for this yet," she stated simply.

"No, I mean, yes! Maura, I am," I quickly refuted.

Maura lightly ran her fingers along my jaw line and then cupped the side of my face with her hand. "My dear Jane, you aren't. I can see it on your face," she replied. "But it's okay. It's perfectly okay that you aren't. This is all very new to you."

Suddenly I felt the urge to cry and I felt tears in the corner of my eyes, but I blinked them back. "I've just…I've never done this before, Maur, and I'm just terrified of fucking it all up!"

"No. We're in this together. You won't ruin this because I won't let you. Are you listening to me, Jane Clementine Rizzoli? I won't let you!" Maura looked at me sternly.

"You have your work cut out for you then. Because I'm going to fuck up. A lot."

"Nobody's perfect, Jane," Maura replied softly, kissing me briefly on the lips.

"No, but you're perfect for me," I replied.

Maura smiled and kissed me again. In between kisses, she murmured, "That's one of the sweetest things you've ever said to me."

Please don't mutiny on me. I promise sexytimes are coming.