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Chapter 21

Maura opened her eyes, to find Jane's body paralyzed in tension and terror, her eyes squeezed shut as if Jane was in intense pain, and her breathing turning quickly into hyperventilation.

Maura sighed, and slowly let her full body rest on top of Jane's, her own warm weight working as a weighted blanket, and moving her arms to hold Jane in a hug while she was still on top of Jane, burying her face on Jane's neck as she repeated softly, like a mantra: "I love you, Jane… You are safe… Everything is fine… I love you."

Because Maura had immediately realized that Jane was not in her bedroom, together with Maura, about to make love to her for the first time. Instead, Jane had been momentarily transported back to a basement with dirty floor, facing the immense pain of having been crucified with scalpels, and with a monster hovering over her, a monster who had just killed a man and raped and killed a woman, and was now coming for her.

It took what felt an eternity for Jane's body to relax beneath Maura's, but must have been just a few minutes.

Maura knew the flashback was over when she felt Jane sigh deeply against her.

"I am so sorry, Maura…" Jane whispered on Maura's ear.

"There is no reason for you to be sorry, my love…" Maura replied, without moving from her place on top of Jane.

"I should go…" Jane added, and Maura could hear the defeat in Jane's voice.

"You are not going anywhere." Maura tightened her hold on Jane's body.

"Maura… You just saw… I am… I am damaged goods…" Jane sighed.

Maura turned sideways, bringing Jane with her, keeping a leg over Jane's leg, holding Jane in place, knowing Jane was ready to bolt.

"Please… don't you ever refer to yourself with that expression again… You are not damaged goods, Jane. You have been through a massive physical and psychological trauma. It took you more than a year to recover from the physical trauma, and it was a difficult path to get here. There is also a path to overcome the psychological trauma…" Maura spoke softly, her eyes never deviating from Jane's.

"It is not fair with you, Maura…" Jane offered, her eyes sad and her expression weary.

"Let me be the judge of that, please?" Maura plead, resting her forehead against Jane's chin while her lips brushed gently against Jane's statuesque neck.

Maura kept her kisses light, but intendedly, and after long moments she finally heard Jane sigh and felt her relax to her touch. Maura continued kissing Jane's neck slowly and purposefully. She felt Jane moving her hands to Maura's back, and pulling Maura closer to her.

Jane felt Maura's lips curling in a silent smile against her neck's skin as Jane's fingers found the clasps of Maura's bra and undid them, and Jane moved her hand to gently and intendedly caress Maura's back, her Venus dimples, and her supple ass.

Maura grazed her teeth lightly over Jane's collarbone, and Jane could not bite back a surprised and turned on moan, so Maura continued with kissing Jane's neck and chest, as her fingers also undid Jane's bra. Maura moved her shoulders to get rid of her bra, and pulled Jane's out as well. Maura removed her panties and Jane's. With the little distance that she had created between them in removing their final pieces of clothes, Maura reverently moved her hand to touch Jane's breast, and Jane mirrored the gesture. Both closed their eyes and gasped at the sweet sensation. Maura recovered first, and moved to take Jane's dark pert nipple into her warm mouth. Jane moaned out loud, and fondled Maura's breast more intensely.

Maura moved her other leg from the bed to slid it between Jane's legs. Maura's other leg had been over Jane's hip keeping Jane in place since they had turned sideways.

When Maura let go of Jane's breast, Jane dipped her head to take Maura's dusky nipple into hers. Maura moaned Jane's name as if it was a prayer, burying her hands in Jane's hair and pulling Jane towards her.

Jane moved her hips forward, searching for contact, friction, pressure, and Maura did the same. They pulled each other closer, their mouths hungrily finding each other's, as they ground slowly at first, and then increased their tempo as pleasure coursed through their veins until it exploded into an intense orgasm, that both rid until their bodies went slack, sated and exhausted, their heaving chests fighting for air as they kept flush, finding comfort in each other's bodies.

Maura realized Jane's hands were drawing lazy patterns on her naked back, and she sighed contentedly. They were finally back together, as they were supposed to be.

"Hi…" Maura whispered softly when she felt her breathing and Jane's had calmed back to normal levels.

Jane smiled gently back at her, replying in her husky voice that felt like a caress in itself. "Hi…", before she leaned forward to kiss Maura softly and lovingly.

Their bodies still felt boneless and weightless and strangely sated.

"I want to stay like this forever…" Maura offered quietly, her eyes shining with true love.

"God, this feels like heaven right here…" Jane husked back at her with a smile. She didn't add that after a bit over a year of hell, the contrast was even bigger. But Maura didn't need Jane to voice that part to grasp that.

"So you are okay with how the night turned out so far?" Maura quipped, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"So far, it has been just perfect, Maura… Thank you for not giving up on me…" Jane admitted, sobering up.

"You are too precious and unique and special for me to give up on you that easily, my love… I am here, with you and for you… You can count on me. You can lean on me…"

Jane kissed her lightly again, and then smirked widely. "Lean on you, you said? I really like that idea…" she raised a brow and observed Maura intendedly as she moved a hand slowly between their conjoined bodies.

Maura was about to correct her about which type of leaning in she had meant, but all of a sudden she knew Jane knew, and was just playing with the innuendo. And Maura was very, very happy to follow along with this other type of leaning in too.