Maura woke when the light peered through the curtains of her bedroom, filling the room with its early morning warmth. She felt Jane at her side, her head tucked into the crook of her neck; and her arm draped across her torso, the detective's hand resting peacefully at her side against the side of her breast.

Although she had slept soundly since Jane had given her the gift of amazing sex hours ago, she still felt as if she could sleep for a week. She closed her eyes again, smiling slightly at the little humming noises Jane made as she dreamt. Her muscles still felt tired and so she saw no harm in sleeping in just a little before getting up to start her day.

When she re-awoke later due to something tickling her neck, she could feel Jane's weight in the bed, but noticed she wasn't tucked under her arm anymore. Again she felt the tickling, and so she turned her head to the left, her eyes still closed, realising that it was most likely Jane.

"Shhh, keep your head there," Jane whispered before holding Maura's chin in her fingertips to turn her head back to the right. She held the doctor's head there, as Maura felt the tickling sensation again.

"Jane... what are you doing?"

"You'll see," Jane answered, her voice sounding rather cheeky. Maura stayed still as the odd sensation resumed on her neck. She tried her best not to squirm when it really did tickle, and instead tried to figure out what Jane was doing. She had decided that it wasn't Jane's fingers, nor her fingernails that were tracing on her skin, and thought perhaps that it was a pen. But why is she using a pen? Her idea was confirmed when Jane questioned Maura. "What colour?"

Jane was holding up two ballpoint pens, one purple and one orange. "Purple," Maura answered, still slightly confused. She turned her head back to the right for Jane to continue drawing on her neck. She waited for a few moments, fidgeting at the edge of the sheet with her nails before Jane got her attention.

"Okay, ready."

"Jane, what were you doing?"

"Look!" Jane instructed excitedly as she held up the hand mirror from Maura's bathroom. Maura grabbed hold of it and held it so that she could see the drawing Jane had done on her neck. She smiled when she saw a brightly coloured butterfly.

"Aw, Jane. It's beautiful!"

Jane reached out and traced her fingers along the centre of the butterfly, feeling the slight scar beneath it from where Hoyt had cut Maura, all those years ago. "I felt it last night when I was kissing you, and I wanted to do something so that..."

"Jane..."

Jane took a steading breath before continuing. "Instead of it being an ugly thing that reminds you of something horrible, now it can be a good thing, because of the...um... beautiful butterfly." Maura smiled as Jane bowed her head, embarrassed at saying yet another poetic sentiment. "Beautiful, just like the rest of you." She looked up this time, meaning what she had said.

"I love it." Jane smiled at Maura's appreciation, collecting the pens to put back into the little pencil case that Maura kept in her living room.

"I'm sorry that I got you into that, Maura. You could have died."

"Jane, look at me." She tipped her head so that she could catch Jane's gaze, waiting until she peered up. "It wasn't your fault that we got into that situation. Remember, he had you pinned down too. I should have been there to save you."

"Maura..."

"The point is, it's no one's fault, it was no one's job to protect the other, and Hoyt is dead. He's dead now and he can't get to you or me. And if you have forgotten, you did end up saving me."

"It was almost like I could let him cut and stab me, but the second he did anything to you... that was too far."

"It was all too far, Jane."

"I know; but that's what really set me off. He signed his own death wish when he cut you." Maura reached over and placed her hand over Jane's and rubbed it gently, feeling the scars underneath.

"But now, I have a beautiful butterfly." Jane looked up into Maura's loving eyes and smiled. "Did you want to take a photo?"

"Ok," Jane answered before bouncing off the bed to grab her phone.

"I have a camera downstairs." Jane looked up from her phone. "That way, we can... take some other photos," Maura finished with a cheeky smirk and a suggestive raise of her eyebrow. Jane smiled as she placed her phone down and exited the room, a slight skip in her step. She had put her panties back on and also one of her baggy t-shirts that she kept in Maura's drawer as she didn't feel comfortable waltzing naked through someone else's house, even if it was Maura's. Besides, her mother might walk in on her.

Jane returned not a minute later, obviously very excited about having a mini photo shoot with naked Maura. She sat back on the bed beside Maura and took a simple photograph of the butterfly on her neck then placed the camera down to remove her shirt. Maura rolled on to her side to face Jane, holding the sheet close to her chest. Jane picked up the camera again and took a quick snap of Maura, the morning sun cascading across her back, making her glow like an angel.

She teasingly pulled the sheet away from Maura's grasp, taking another photo at the same time. Maura giggled and threw an arm across her face, her breasts jiggling a little as Jane took a few more pictures. Jane straddled Maura's naked hips and took a selfie as she bent to kiss the soft spot between her breasts. Maura's arms came down around her and pulled her up to kiss her.

Jane continued to take selfies as she and Maura rolled around the bed, giggling like a pair of schoolgirls, until she was lying on her tummy and Maura had snagged the camera off her. Jane pulled the pillow down under her face and snuggled in. Maura brushed Jane's hair across her back and took a few shots, enjoying the little grin on Jane's face. Maura sat across Jane's lower legs as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of the brunette's panties and pulled down, clicking the camera as she did so.

The way the sunlight bounced off the supple skin of Jane's bottom made the blonde want to kiss her, and so she did. She took a selfie as she placed as kiss in the dip of Jane's back, and took a few more as she smattered her soft tush with kisses as well. She took one final shot as she gave the detective's ass a squeeze then crawled up to lie beside Jane so that they could look at the photos together. Maura giggled and Jane groaned as they skimmed through the photos of Jane, and vice versa when they looked at the ones of Maura.

Neither giggled nor groaned when they looked at the ones of them together, however, as they were some of the sweetest and most beautiful photos of each other that they had ever seen. Jane looked loving and Maura looked loved, and they both revelled in the little buzz of happiness that danced around their bodies when they gazed upon them. With each new picture that they looked at, they snuggled closer together, finally ending up with Maura tucked under Jane's arm as she held the camera in her hands, staring peacefully of a shot of Maura kissing Jane's cheek as Jane's face scrunched up in laughter.

Maura placed the camera down at her side and reached up to hold Jane's arm which was wrapped securely across her chest. She tilted her head and placed a kiss on the brunette's forearm. Jane breathed in the intoxicating scent of Maura's hair as she closed her eyes, easily ready to fall back into sleep.

Both women would have if it weren't for the sound of Maura's back door opening and Angela's voice echoing through the empty house. Jane's eyes shot open as she released her hold on Maura to gather up her clothes and run into the bathroom. Maura looked at the clock as she pulled out her clean pyjamas from her draw and jumped into them. 7:46... She knew that Angela would usually have gone to work already, but since she and Jane didn't have to as early as usual, Mother Rizzoli had offered to come over and make them breakfast. She'd told Maura as they had returned home much earlier that morning, but she had forgotten to tell Jane.

Jane opened the bathroom door and stepped out in the baggy shirt she was wearing earlier and a pair of sweatpants, and her hair was pulled up into a ponytail, hoping to convince Angela that she had been up for a while doing something other than taking part in the cute couple-y stuff she recently found herself enjoying with Maura. She smiled at Maura, opening her hands in a way of asking Maura if she looked alright, to which she nodded, so she skipped out of the room.

Maura did up the last button of her top before slipping out of the room and closing the door behind her, lest Angela come up for some reason and find her bed unmade with Jane's clothes from the previous day tossed about her room.

"Morning, Angela," Maura chirped as she entered the room, but her face drained of its perky expression when Jane came over to her, and Angela narrowed her eyes at her.

"Did you go to the bathroom?" Jane whispered.

"No, why?" Maura asked confused.

"Maura, honey?" Angela butted in. Maura looked up at the other Rizzoli as Jane turned her back to her mother and slapped her forehead into her hand. "Is that a butterfly on your neck?"

"Um..." Maura stuttered, trying to think of an excuse.