A/N: We're venturing into 'M' territory now, folks. Of a sexual nature. Don't say I didn't warn you.
"No, you're trying to do what you think is best for me. But in this case you're wrong. What's best for me is you."
Jane chewed her lip. "Are you sure?"
Maura smiled and nodded. "Absolutely."
Jane smiled back and leaned in for a kiss before she realized what Maura had said. "Wait, did you just say you... fell in love with me?"
Maura nodded. "Isn't it obvious?"
"Well I think that you love me, but in love..." Jane was caught between skepticism and elation, "that's something completely different."
Maura took a deep breath. "What I feel with you is something completely different. It's different than anything I've ever felt. I can't even describe how you make me feel. I am definitely in love with you, Jane Rizzoli. And you better not try running off for my sake, because losing you would be the worst thing that could happen to me."
Jane pulled Maura to her lap and squeezed her tightly, peppering her face with kisses until they both started giggling. When their laughter subsided, still smiling, she looked into Maura's hazel eyes. "I want to protect you, in every way possible. Because I am in love with you too, Maura Isles, and I will do whatever it takes to make you happy."
"All you have to do is stay. That will make me happy."
Jane pulled her in for a long, sensuous kiss. When their lips parted, they leaned cozily into each other, utterly exhausted, the weight of the day settling around them. They spent several minutes simply basking in the comfort of each others' bodies, feeling and appreciating each other's warmth.
"Maura?" Jane finally whispered.
"Hmm?"
"Let's go to bed."
"Let's sleep here," she suggested, weariness evident in her voice. "I'm so tired."
"Okay."
"Okay," Maura echoed, climbing under the covers.
Jane removed her clothes, except for a t-shirt and underwear to sleep in, and curled up closely behind her. She wrapped an arm around the smaller woman, pulling her even tighter, and whispered in her ear. "Sweet dreams, beautiful."
"Sweet dreams," Maura murmured back, and fell into the sweetest slumber.
As exhausted as she was, Jane didn't fall asleep as quickly. She lay there listening to Maura to breathe and thinking about the love growing between them. It was so unexpected. So unlikely. And not just because Maura was a woman, or a movie star, or even because she was the most amazing person Jane had ever met. What made it so unbelievable was the fact that Jane had long given up on the idea of truly being in love, dismissed it as a childhood fantasy fueled by Disney fairy tales and poorly-written movies. Like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, it made for a great story, a fun illusion, but nothing more. Yet here she was, in a fancy hotel on the other side of the world, holding tightly to the most precious thing she'd ever known – and absolutely, positively, terrifyingly in love.
The next morning, Maura woke early, feeling refreshed and cheerful. She gently eased out of bed, careful not to wake Jane, and sneaked back into her own room to order room service. While she waited for the attendant to arrive, she put on a pot of water to boil and opened the curtains to admire her spectacular view of Paris. Smiling down at the city, she realized how lucky she felt. She had always been thankful for her successful career and financial prosperity, but Jane's love was something so great, she wondered if she even deserved it. More than anything, she wondered if it could last. Maura still feared losing Jane – more than anything in the world – but she had decided to let herself fall, because she really couldn't stop herself anyway.
The room service attendant brought up a steaming breakfast platter, a bowl of fresh fruit, and a bag of French gourmet coffee beans, leaving them in the suite's kitchen and and silently retreating with his generous tip. Maura hummed to herself while she ground the beans and added them to the French press, then carefully poured the boiling water over the fresh grounds. She was stirring the slurry when Jane walked in.
"What's with all the– is that bacon I smell?"
Maura looked up and smiled. "Good morning! And yes, it's a breakfast platter with bacon, sausage, eggs, Belgian waffles, crepes-"
Jane raised an eyebrow. "Are you feeding the entire floor?"
"I didn't know what you'd want," she answered with a shrug, finishing her task and setting the timer.
Jane grinned and walked behind Maura, wrapping her arms around her waist and kissing her cheek. "Mmm... just you. But the food does smell really good."
"Coffee too," Maura added, nodding toward the steeping press. "It's Carte Noire. Very well-known here, but equally hard to find in the United States. It has a rich, full flavor, without the bitterness. It's delicious, I can't wait for you to try it!"
Jane looked at the bag and frowned at the French writing. "Uhn cafe nome deesir?" she profoundly mispronounced.
"Un café nommé désir," Maura corrected, the words rolling off her tongue in the sexiest way. "A coffee named desire."
"Desire?" Jane smirked. "I think I know a thing or two about that." She leaned down to place open-mouthed kisses on Maura's neck.
Maura let her head fall to the side, allowing Jane better access, and closed her eyes to revel in the sensation. Her skin ignited under Jane's lips and she tried to ignore the warmth growing between her legs. She didn't mind waiting until Jane was ready to have sex, but moments like this were making it increasingly difficult. She bit her lip to stifle a moan.
Jane barely noticed her hips pushing forward into Maura, who was meeting her with equal force. Maura's throat was so soft under her lips, and the scent of her skin made Jane dizzy. She could no longer deny the need that was burning deep inside her.
The timer went off and they both jumped, breaking apart just enough to come to their senses. Maura cleared her throat.
"That's the um- the coffee. It's- ready." She picked up the carafe and pressed down on the top, separating the dark liquid from the fresh grounds. Then she poured them each a cup and added a little cream and sugar for herself. Jane fixed hers as well and took a tentative sip.
"Wow!" She looked at Maura, who was watching her reaction intently. "You're right, this is quite possibly the best coffee I've ever had!"
Maura beamed. "Have some breakfast too."
Jane walked over to the covered dish and removed the lid, steam rising, the aroma filling her nostrils. Her mouth watered. She picked up a plate and filled it with a little bit of everything, knowing she couldn't eat it all, but determined to try anyway. Maura put some fruit on a small plate and joined Jane at the table.
"That's all you're having?" Jane scrunched her face at Maura's breakfast.
"I have a premiere this evening so I have to eat light."
"Is that why you're making googly-eyes at my bacon?"
Maura's face twisted, then she shrugged. "Just a small piece won't hurt," she said, picking up a slice from Jane's plate.
"Hey, get your own!" Jane said with a smile.
They talked about their schedule for the upcoming day and tried to work out some ground rules for discretion in public. No touching at all, unless it was a life-threatening emergency. All conversations should include at least one other person. No inside jokes. And smiling at each other should be avoided. It seemed simple enough.
They were wrong. Every inch of intentional distance between them felt like miles. The lack of their usual conversation made awkward minutes stretch into agonizing hours. And each woman found great difficulty in looking at the other without smiling, so they eventually started avoiding eye contact too. Jane glued herself to a chair in the corner while Maura was being made up, trying her best to ignore the way the actress's tailored scarlet dress hugged her incredible curves. Meanwhile, Maura couldn't stop stealing glances, trying to read Jane's face in the mirror. It was torture for them both.
They rode to the premiere in the back of a rented limousine with one of Maura's costars and both entourages. It was a bit crowded, and Jane and Maura ended up seated next to each other, pressed thigh to thigh. Jane could feel Maura's body heat through the fabric of her slacks, and subconsciously leaned in closer. She smelled incredible.
Maura noticed Jane's slight movement and the change in her breathing. She dared look her in the eye and their gazes locked. Jane swallowed. Maura licked her lips. They both looked away simultaneously. So much for simple.
When the door opened to the crowd, they both went into work mode. Maura turned her attention to the cameras, smiling and posing with the other stars, while Jane took to seeking out potential dangers. With all the cameras and the event's own security, Jane would sometimes end up far enough that Maura could no longer sense her presence. Whenever this would happen, Jane would watch as Maura sought out her face among the hundreds, and felt her stomach jump every time eye contact was achieved. Maura's mouth would turn up into a satisfied smirk, and Jane would match it. Even across any distance, with any number of people between them, electricity flew from just that look.
After the showing, the cast decided on food and drinks at the hotel bar. Maura couldn't wait to be alone with Jane in the suite upstairs, but she knew she had to keep up appearances, so she slowly sipped a glass of red wine while the others got trashed on shot after shot of expensive liquor. Jane was seated with the other bodyguards, halfway between the stars and the door. While some of them were talking amongst themselves, Jane's attention was fixed on Maura, who also couldn't keep her eyes off Jane. It didn't matter how hard they tried to avoid it, their eyes always found each other, and everything else seemed to fall away. Jane was having a really hard time focusing on her job, and Maura could tell. It was as if they could speak their own secret language without words. When she decided her costars were intoxicated enough forgive her early departure, Maura excused herself back to her room with Jane in tow.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Jane had Maura pinned up against it. Maura let out a small yelp of surprise and excitement as Jane's lips enveloped hers, red hot passion spilling out and spiraling through them both. They pressed their bodies together hungrily, hands wildly roaming, searching, grasping. Maura pushed Jane's blazer down her arms and set to work unbuttoning her shirt until she could no longer restrain herself and she ripped the shirt open, sending the remaining buttons flying across the hardwood floor. Jane gasped as cool air hit her bare skin and allowed Maura to push the shirt off her back before grabbing Maura's wrists to pin them against the back of the door. With Maura's hands bound above her, Jane proceeded to nip and suck at her exposed neck, eliciting unrestrained moans from the smaller blonde. Part of Jane was yelling at her to stop and think about what she was doing, to consider if she was ready to take this step and face the possible consequences. But that part of her was being silenced by the burning desire that had been steadily growing within her, now uncontrollable as wildfire. Passion had completely taken over and there was no room left for fear or insecurity. As her mouth moved down Maura's hot flesh, her hands slid down her arms and around to her back, pulling down the zipper of her dress and running her hands along her bare back. As she pulled the dress down, she kissed every inch of skin as it became exposed: her freckled chest, ghosting over silk-covered nipples, down to the sensitive skin below her belly-button. Maura closed her eyes, gasping for breath, her legs trembling as the sensations took her over. When the dress finally fell to Maura's feet, Jane stood back up to her full height, grabbed Maura's ass and picked her up off the ground, wrapping her legs around her waist. Maura moaned loudly as Jane pressed her against the door, pushing her core into her as she kissed her deeply.
"Bed, Jane. Bed." Maura's voice was deep and breathy, full of lust. Jane obeyed, supporting both their weight as she made her way quickly to the king-sized bed. They fell back on the soft mattress, Jane's lips never stopping for a moment as she found Maura's breast and took it into her mouth, sucking through the fabric of her bra and running her teeth over the hardened bud.
"Oh Jane..."
The sound of her name on Maura's swollen lips was enough to make her moan. She moved to her other breast to worship it equally, Maura's hands threading into her hair, tugging at her wild curls. Maura's hands guided Jane's mouth back to her own, forceful tongues battling for dominance as she sat up, still straddling Jane's torso. Clothing had become too much a hindrance for Maura, and she quickly reached down, grasping the hem of Jane's tank top and pulling it off roughly. Jane returned her lips to Maura's, and reached her arms around her to unclasp her bra. Maura exhaled as she felt the release, then quickly did the same for Jane. They pressed their bodies desperately together, skin on hot sweaty skin, and for the first time Jane felt Maura's wetness through her silk panties, pressing hard against her. It was enough to drive her irrevocably mad. She didn't know it was possible to be this aroused.
Without ever removing her mouth from Maura, Jane pushed her back onto the bed, holding herself above her with her with one hand and fondling her breast with the other. Maura reached down to unbutton and unzip Jane's pants, tugging them at the hips in silent request. Jane obliged and quickly removed them, tossing them blindly across the room while keeping her attention firmly affixed on the woman in front of her. She hooked her fingers around the sides of Maura's lace thong and pulled it down smooth legs, exposing her fully. Jane had never seen anyone or anything so beautiful in all her life. A fresh wave of desire washed over her and she thrust her hips desperately downward. Maura let out a raw moan.
"Jane please..."
She palmed Maura's left breast while taking the other in her mouth and sucking hard, eliciting a sharp cry from the blonde. Maura was quaking beneath her, aching for release. She took Jane's hand from her breast and guided it through a light trail of curls to where she needed it most, pressing against hot flesh. They both gasped as Jane let a finger slide through wet folds, barely grazing the side of Maura's swollen clit.
"Jane please," Maura begged again, "I want you inside me."
A fresh wave of heat radiated through Jane's body and she pressed two long fingers to Maura's opening, teasing briefly, then thrust deep into her.
"Oh yes!" Maura's breath came out in short gasps as Jane developed a rhythm, pumping with her fingers and stroking her clit with her thumb. Maura was completely unhinged. She was so close already, all Jane had to do was curl her fingers and Maura's walls clenched around them. When Maura came, it was fully and loudly, without a single inhibition. Her body shook and she made the most delicious sounds, shouting affirmations and calling Jane's name like a prayer. Jane's heart raced and she became intoxicated at the sight and sound of it, helping Maura ride out her orgasm on her fingers.
When the last tremors left her body, Maura collapsed back into the bed, still breathing heavily. Jane withdrew her fingers, sucking Maura's juices from them, and fell down next to her. She figured Maura would need some time to recover, but Maura didn't miss a beat. With a strength and energy neither knew she had, she rolled on top of Jane and kissed her passionately, tasting herself on Jane's lips. She brought her thigh to rest between Jane's legs, adding pressure to her burning core as she nipped at her neck and shoulder, causing Jane's hips to thrust hungrily against her. Her skin was salty with sweat as Maura kissed her way to Jane's breasts, biting and sucking the hardened nipples. As hard as she tried, Jane could not control the throaty moans escaping her, desperate for the release that had been building for far too long. Maura sensed her need and removed her thigh to continue kissing downward, running her hands graciously over toned abs before slipping her fingers under the hem of Jane's panties and pulling them down and off her long legs. She ran her hands along the insides of Jane's thighs, spreading them open and placing hungry kisses along an upward path. The scent of Jane's arousal was heavy and tantalizing, and Maura closed her eyes as she ran her tongue through Jane's folds.
"Oh God, Maura..."
She circled her clit with her tongue and Jane's moans grew louder, hypnotizing her. As her tongue continued to tease and touch Jane's bundle of nerves, she slid a finger easily inside her opening, then two, and synced a rhythm with her fingers and tongue until Jane's hips bucked off the bed, intense pleasure washing over her in carefully orchestrated waves as she came silently, twice in quick succession.
Maura crawled back up Jane's body, a satisfied smirk on her face, and laid her head down on her shoulder, wrapping an arm around her waist and intertwining their legs. She had a sudden sharp need to be as physically as close to her as possible. Jane took her hand and laced their fingers together, silently taking a moment to catch her breath.
"So," Maura started, "all that worrying you did about our potential sexual incompatibility-"
"Waste of time," Jane finished with a chuckle. "Huge waste of time. Time that could have been spent doing this instead."
Maura laughed and nodded. "True."
"So now I guess we have to make up for that lost time." She raised her eyebrows. "That was... well, let's just say I thought multiple orgasms were an urban legend until tonight."
A faint blush crept up Maura's cheeks at what she took as a personal compliment. "I told you you had nothing to worry about."
"Maura Isles, where have you been all my life?" she asked playfully.
Maura gave a genuine smile. "I've been waiting for you, of course."
Jane's heart swelled and she kissed her deeply. Kisses and light touches quickly turned into more as their arousal began to build again. They never stopped to count the hours that passed as they made love without haste, tenderly exploring each other's bodies, learning every inch, every curve, every scar. They cataloged every sound and the touch that elicited it. They touched and tasted and felt, and they forgot everything in the world that ever existed outside of the two of them. And when the sun came up, they watched it rise through the window, wrapped naked in each other in a state of unmatched bliss, before drifting off to sleep.