Author's Note:: This fic will be a Tommy Rizzoli/Maura fic. Originally, I had intended for it to be an OC, but I don't really like OC. That, and Maura makes much more sense for this one than any random character. Set waaaaay before Maura begins working with Boston P.D, so she doesn't know the Rizzoli's already.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Rights belong to Tess Gerritsen, Janet Tamaro and TNT.

Waking, Maura smiled as she looked to Tommy's sleeping form beside her. It had been a while since she had woken up to him still asleep, and she savoured that moment, just watching his muscular chest rising and falling with each of his breaths. It was heavenly. She smiled to herself, and suddenly blushed as she realised what she was doing.

"Yes, I'm still here..." he spoke gently, smiling into the pillow, only now turning his face towards her.

Maura smiled to Tommy, and reached over, smoothing her palm over his chest before her head followed, resting there over his heart. She heard the slightly increase in beats as she rested there and she looked up at him, brightly before kissing his lips tenderly. After pulling back, she nodded and finally responded, "And, I'm glad."

Tommy smiled awkwardly and looked to Maura as she once again, rested her head against his chest, "Look, I'm sorry about what happened at your parents' house."

"Tommy." Maura smiled, looking up, "You don't need to apologise to me, or to them." she assured him, "I mean it."

Tommy nodded and smiled, leaning down to kiss Maura again as she lay against his bare chest. It was almost skin-on-skin contact. Maura happened to be wearing a thin scrap of satin, a negligee. Black, with lace around the scooping, V-neck neckline. She was a vision indeed.

It hadn't even passed eight and already Tommy could feel himself getting hotter. As he felt Maura's lips on his, Tommy couldn't help himself, he held her against him, holding her hips to his as their kiss intensified. He could feel himself getting more aroused as Maura moved her hand over his chest, over his stomach, his muscles snapping taught in her wake.

Maura swallowed as she felt Tommy leaning over her, pushing her back into the mattress beneath them, watching as her hair fanned out underneath her head, surrounding her head in a honey blonde halo. She looked up at Tommy, and sighed shakily, her throat felt suddenly dry as she watched him, smiling down at her tenderly.

It seemed like forever since the last time she and Tommy had made love, but she could feel the anticipation buzzing between them in the Spring morning air. Already the room was clammy, and with their coupling, the atmosphere in her bedroom would become electric, for sure.

As Tommy snaked his hand gently down Maura's side, tracing the outline of her abdomen as he crossed her stomach, feeling the dip of her navel, she shuddered. She swallowed, looking up at him as she felt nimble fingers scooping at the hem of her negligee, coaxing the satin material up her thighs, exposing creamy skin beneath. Maura felt Tommy's fingertips trace over her thigh as the negligee moved higher - to her hips now, exposing yet more of her form.

In what seemed an instant, Tommy had managed to remove the satin slip from Maura's body, as well as discard his own boxer shorts onto the floor beside the bed. He smiled down to Maura, leaning down to kiss her tenderly again before he moved his hand, once again, down her side, using his fingers to probe her gently. When Maura gave a soft whimper as Tommy retracted his fingers, he knew she was ready to welcome him into her.

Gentle. Emotional. Compassionate.

Their lovemaking was rapturous. A bond they had both been yearning for, for some weeks.

They lay together, beginning to doze, basking in the glow they had created as their two bodies had become one. Their aftermath was soon interrupted though, with a phone call. Both groaning, Maura reached for the phone from the beside table and answered somewhat hoarsely.

"Hello...?"

"Maura, darling. Sorry to call you so early, but your mother and I have talked things over." came her father's voice from the other end of the line.

"Oh? About what?" she asked, trying to swallow a giggle as Tommy leaned to nip at her neck and she gently shoved him back to the pillow.

"We were wrong about Tommy, Maura. We'd like to talk with him. I would." he father then added, "I called to arrange a meeting with him. I'd like to get to know him, Maura. You're not busy today, are you?"

"No, I...we didn't have plans. No." she responded.

"Good, I called so early so I could catch you both before you may have left for the day." he cleared his throat, "Can he be here for 10:30?"

"This morning?" Maura exclaimed a little, "I'll ask him." quickly, Maura covered the mouthpiece on the phone and turned to Tommy who was now standing beside the bed, ready to lean over and scoop up his boxers. She bit her lip and swallowed, "Tommy, my father would like to meet you this morning, just you. Can you be there 10:30?"

Tommy looked back at Maura, his mouth slightly agape before he glanced to the clock on the table, "That's in fifty minutes, Maur."

"I know, there's no way you could get there in time."

"How about lunchtime?" Tommy suggested.

Maura nodded and lifted the phone back to her ear, "Daddy, lunchtime would be more realistic for Tommy to get there in time for you both to meet."

"How about that restaurant? The one I took you to last year when you came back from Guatemala?"

"Oh, that would be nice!"

"So, 10:30. I'll be there at 10:30."

"As will Tommy, daddy."

"I'll talk to you soon, princess."

Her father hung up and Maura clicked the 'END' button, flinging the phone on the foot of the bed an flopping back down into the pillows, closing her eyes. When she opened them again, Tommy was hovering above her again, "I'm going to take a shower, would you like to join me?" he smirked a little.