Life is full of surprises: you turn out to be adopted, your biological father's in the Irish mob, your badass girlfriend secretly prefers to be the little spoon when you cuddle...
Yeah, Maura definitely didn't see any of those coming, especially the last one. But it was true and Maura loved it. She loved being able to see the sides of Jane she normally kept hidden deep beneath layers of rapier wit. Jane was a protector so it was absolutely amazing and revealing that she, Maura, was being entrusted with her safety.
The first time the situation cropped up, about two weeks into their officially romantic relationship, Maura was flabbergasted. She knew that they were very trusting and open with each other, but being able to acknowledge proof of that was exhilarating. They'd curled up in bed after some very satisfying, non-PG activities; Maura had been fully expecting to feel Jane's arms wrap around her waist for the afterglow cuddle experience.
So when the detective's slim fingers wrapped around her hands to pull them around her own middle while muttering a "Don't say a word" Maura could barely hear, the doctor's grin was wider than the day she aced her doctor's exam.
Jane's lying in bed by the time Maura emerges from the bathroom, still deep in thought. She slides under the covers and presses herself flush against Jane's back while wrapping her arms around the lanky woman. "Love you, Maur," Jane says and Maura can hear the smile on her lips.
Maura places a kiss on Jane's shoulder and squeezes the detective's beautiful hands. "Love you, too."