Fanfiction || You're My First, My Last, My Everything || Jane/Maura || Part Five

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Title: You're My First, My Last, My Everything
Author: Sapphire Smoke cuzimastripper
Beta(s): tamswitter & alassante (chapter 5 only)
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Length Thus Far: 45,520 words
Summary: The first time is always the easiest to remember, but the hardest to get to.
A/N: First Rizzoli & Isles fic! I found there just isn't enough 'first time' fics for this fandom (that I've seen anyway - most tend to have an already established relationship between our two girls) and since that is my writing fetish I decided to give it a shot. I'm incredibly long winded though and like to draw shit out, so this will probably be a long one lol. And I know the title is sap!fest but my creativity in titling is lacking today, haha.
Other Parts: PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

A/N: This chapter ran away from me a bit. Everyone was all "Sex!" and I was all "Okay!" and then... I don't know where my plot went. lol.

CHAPTER NINE
First Getaway

The first time Maura and Jane really got away together was directly after the fiasco at the bar.

Jane and Maura both used their sick days they had acquired to take a long weekend, mostly because Jane just couldn’t face for the life of her to go back to work right now. What had gone down at the bar was not only embarrassing for both of them, but it also outed her to both Frost and Korsak because she was drunk and couldn’t keep her jealousy under control. Jane didn’t know how to handle that.

So Maura suggested that they just get away for a little while. Maura had a cabin up in Maine right off of Sebago Lake that she went to sometimes to get away from the world when things got too hectic. So they packed up the car and drove about four hours north, mostly in silence.

It broke Maura’s heart to see Jane this way. She’d always been so lively and fun, so to see her so introverted and unsure of everything was hard. Maura kept a tight grasp on her hand the whole way there, mostly just trying to let Jane know that she’s not going anywhere without actually breaking the silence that Jane seemed to become accustomed to.

The first day they were there, Jane mostly slept. It’s like she was trying to get away from the world that way. Maura let her though, knowing that this has been much more emotionally exhausting for her. Maura can’t even begin to imagine how Jane feels. To really believe her family would disown her because she was in love with a woman? Maura’s sure that Jane’s family wouldn’t do that; they were sensible people and they loved their daughter. But Jane feared it. A lot.

The next morning, Maura decided that sleeping fifteen hours was definitely enough for Jane; it was already bordering on depressive behavior and the last thing Jane needs is to slip into something like that. Maura opened the curtains wide, filling the bedroom with light. Jane groans, swears, then pulls the covers over her head.

“Come on Jane, get up,” Maura prods, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at the lump underneath the covers that is her girlfriend.

Girlfriend. Maura guesses that’s what they were now. They were definitely lovers. But Maura has yet to ask Jane if she even labels it like that. It probably wasn’t very important either way though.

Jane swears again and swats at her. She’s not a morning person. But Maura smiles, finding it endearing, and pokes the lump of covers. “It’s a beautiful day,” she coaxes.

“Fuck the day,” Jane mumbles. “I’m tired.” But Maura pokes her again, giggling as Jane growls. “C’mon, quit it, Maura!” she flips the covers off of her face and looks at her, grumpy. Her hair is everywhere and some of her makeup is smeared under her eyes, but she was the most beautiful thing Maura had ever seen.

“No, you need to get up. Nothing’s going to be accomplished with you lying in bed all day again,” Maura tells her, poking her again. Jane looks at her disgruntled.

“If you don’t quit pokin’ me you’re gonna be sorry,” she warns. Maura raises her eyebrow in amusement.

“Oh, really?”

“Really.”

“I doubt that,” Maura says, poking Jane again. The brunette swats at her. “Come on, we can go to the lake or something.” Another poke.

“Oh my god, quit!” Jane exclaims with a small laugh before grabbing Maura’s arms and pulling her over her and into bed. Maura squeals in surprise, giggling. Jane holds her hands against the mattress firmly, not about to let Maura poke her anymore. Maura gives her a lopsided grin and Jane rolls her eyes playfully. “Why can’t you just let me sit here and wallow in my own shit?”

“Because we’re on vacation,” Maura answers simply. “And sunshine will do you good.”

“I hate the sun.”

“Says the woman that’s so tan.”

“I’m Italian.”

“I’ve seen pale Italians,” Maura reasons, then wiggles out of Jane’s grasp to lean up on her elbows, looking down at her. Jane squints as she looks at her, then shields her face from the sun glaring through the window with her hand. Maura watches her sigh.

“Maura, I…” she starts softly. “I just… I don’t want to get up. Not… yet.” The way she says it means so much more than just out of bed. Maura looks at her sympathetically and wipes the hair from Jane’s brow before caressing her cheek.

“You can’t hide from the world forever, Jane.”

“I could. Technically.”

“Then you’d have to give up your job, and you love your job.”

Jane purses her lips, contemplating that. But both of them know it’s true, so instead of retorting, Jane sighs long and loud, grabbing the covers and pulling them over both their heads forcefully. “Not yet,” she tells her again. Her eyes search for Maura’s under the darkness of the blanket and she requests, “Just… y’know. Stay with me. For a bit. Or… whatever.” She sounds so unsure of herself and Maura hates that.

Maura gives her a small smile, raising her hand to slide her fingers gently down Jane’s face, tracing her jaw. “I’ll stay with you for as long as you want me,” she says softly, honestly.

Jane’s eyes meet hers, staring intently at her as if trying to figure out the hidden ‘but’ in that sentence that doesn’t actually exist. She takes a nervous breath while she brings her hand up to grasp Maura’s that’s resting on her cheek before leaning over and pressing her lips softly against hers. It’s a short kiss, but it’s more than perfect. When they break, Maura smiles at her.

“See, this isn’t so scary, is it?” she asks in a whisper, using her thumb to caress the back of Jane’s hand that she’s holding.

“It’s fucking terrifying,” Jane admits automatically, before dropping her eyes so she doesn’t have to look at her anymore after admitting such a personal thing. But she doesn’t move away or let go of Maura’s hand either. If anything, she grips it a little tighter. “I wish this didn’t feel so good,” she reveals quietly, more to herself than Maura.

Maura knows that probably shouldn’t hurt since she understands Jane’s fears, but it does. “Because you’re ashamed to be with me,” Maura tells her. Not a question, a statement.

Jane sighs heavily, pushing the covers off of their heads. “That’s not… that’s not it,” Jane says, sounding a little frustrated that Maura would jump to that conclusion. She rolls over, having her back face Maura. She stares at the wall.

Maura frowns, scooting over a little to position herself against Jane’s back. Propping her head up with her hand as she leans on elbow, she looks down at her, tracing the dip in Jane’s hip with her fingers and asks, “Then what?”

Jane takes a breath as she continues to stare at the wall. “I’m not ashamed to be with you, Maura. I just… I dunno. I guess I wanna maybe not exactly… tell people yet?” she says it so unsurely, like she’s afraid of how Maura’s going to react. “Y’know? I mean, maybe I just want something that for once is just… mine.” She turns her head to look at Maura, looking a little worried to see her reaction.

“You mean your family,” Maura says flatly, filling in the blanks. “Because you have to know that Korsak and Frost have already put two and two together.”

Jane groans at that thought and pulls the covers over her head again. Maura doesn’t go under there with her though; she just sits there thinking. She’s hurt still, but is attempting to rationalize it for Jane’s sake. The last thing they need is another fight. She swallows. “So… you really don’t… want your family to know about me? Us?” she asks finally.

Jane takes the covers off of her head, looking at Maura sympathetically because of how sad she sounded. “C’mon, Maura, don’t sound like that… I mean, they already know about you. They know we’re friends. It’s not like I’m gonna shun you from my family or anything. I just… I can’t tell them yet. I don’t even know what the fuck we’re doing yet.”

“We’re together,” Maura answers. Then she knits her eyebrows together in confusion. “Aren’t we?”

“I don’t know,” Jane says, letting out a breath. She looks at the ceiling. “We probably shouldn’t be.”

“Why?” Maura asks, not even bothering to hide her surprise and upset over that sentence.

“Because I’m gonna break your heart,” Jane tells her honestly, looking over at her sadly. She shrugs, like it’s a known fact of the universe and everyone just has to live with it. She nods her head at her and then her face changes to one of self loathing. “Look at what I already put you through, Maura.”

“Nothing worth having is ever easy,” Maura tells her firmly. Then she curls up her lip in aggravation before hitting Jane on the arm. Hard.

“Ow! What the hell, Maura?!” Jane exclaims, looking at her like she lost her mind as she rubs the offended area.

“You’re an idiot,” Maura tells her flatly. Jane looks offended. “Look at what you already put me though? This is what you keep putting me through, Jane; your ‘will I, won’t I’ contradictory behavior. If you just stop being so stupid and accept some sort of semblance of happiness for once, maybe you won’t break my heart after all.”

“Maybe I don’t know how to be happy,” Jane retorts, still rubbing her arm. She scowls at her a little for the violence.

Maura rolls her eyes as she pushes the covers all the way off of both of them before sitting up and throwing a leg over Jane to sit astride her stomach. She looks down at her while Jane raises her eyebrows. “What are you doing?”

“Making you pay attention,” Maura tells her as she grabs Jane’s wrists, pinning her arms to the bed. Jane’s eyebrow arches further. “Are you paying attention now?”

“Well, I was before you decided to go all dominatrix on me. Now this is a little distracting.”

Maura ignores the comment and looks at her seriously. “Do you know what’ll make you happy?” she asks.

Jane takes in their position, eyes sweeping over Maura’s body before they return to her face. “Orgasms?” she asks hopefully. Maura giggles.

“Probably, but that wasn’t what I was referring to.”

“Can it be?” Jane asks with a smirk.

Maura laughs. “Why Jane Rizzoli, are you telling me you’re turned on right now?” She stokes the insides of Jane’s wrists softly with her fingers, smirking at her as she leans down, pressing her breasts to hers as their faces come within an inch of each other.

Jane’s breathing gets a little shallower as she noticeably stares at Maura’s lips. “Yeah,” she tells her in a low voice. It was a welcome distraction from talking about feelings for Jane, and Maura knew it. But she allows it for a moment, biting her lower lip softly, teasingly. She leans in slowly, but when her lips come into contact with hers it’s only brief. Suddenly she’s sitting up again, still pinning down Jane’s arms.

“Well, that’s good. I was planning on going down on you in a minute. But first I want to finish our conversation,” she informs her. Jane blinks.

“Maura!” she exclaims, frustrated. “You just totally ruined the moment. You-ugh. How the hell do you ever manage to get laid?”

“Well, usually I get spontaneously fucked up against a bathroom counter by jealous drunk women,” Maura answers sarcastically.

“Funny,” Jane deadpans.

“I thought so.”

Jane lets out a long, frustrated sigh. “Fine. Finish the damn conversation.”

“No, now you’re grumpy,” Maura tells her. “And I don’t really want to go down on someone who’s grumpy, either.”

“You-arg! Maura! Fine, nevermind,” Jane snaps, annoyed and clearly very sexually frustrated as she tries to sit up. She gets about an inch off the bed before Maura gathers more of her strength and pins her to the mattress again quickly, holding her there. Jane raises her eyebrows. “Okay, you’re deceptively strong.”

Maura smirks.

Jane narrows her eyes at her, then they widen a little as she realizes something. “Oh my god. You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

Maura giggles, “Call it payback for being so indecisive all the time.” She wasn’t going to force Jane to talk if she didn’t want to, it’d probably just lead to a fight. Besides, sex was an allowable substitution. One that Maura doesn’t know that she could say no to either.

“That’s not fair,” Jane complains.

“Mmm…” Maura purrs as she once again slowly slides the top half of her body against Jane’s to bring her face closer to hers. Jane’s oversized tee rides up a little, exposing her cute little boyshorts that Maura can’t wait to slide off of her. She shifts her hips down a little, positioning her own underwear-clad center against hers. She bites her lip, suppressing a groan as she feels the heat radiating from Jane’s core. “You know what’s not fair?” she breathes against her lips before rolling her hips into Jane. The woman beneath her whimpers; such an unJane-like sound. It makes Maura grin wickedly.

“What?” Jane asks, breathing becoming a shallow again from the feel of Maura on top of her. She tries to move her hands to touch her, but Maura tightens her grip, not allowing her to move.

Maura ghosts her lips across Jane’s, but when the brunette goes to kiss her she pulls back a little with a devious smirk on her face. She slides her lips along her jaw line all the way to her ear before whispering, “I never got an orgasm the last time you fucked me.” Her tongue traces the shell of Jane’s ear, making the detective squirm beneath her. “So do you know what I had to do?” she breathes, voice husky with desire.

Yes, she does plan to drive Jane crazy. Why do you ask?

“Hm?” she presses, rolling her hips into her. The friction sends sparks right to Jane’s core and Maura watches her stifle a moan. She’s breathing heavily now; chest rising and falling at such a rapid rate. She already knows what Maura did.

“Jesus. You’re going to tell me, aren’t you?” Jane gasps as Maura’s tongue flicks out at her earlobe again teasingly. “I take it back; you obviously know how to get laid.”

Maura giggles a little before she groans into her ear, knowing the vibrations will drive Jane absolutely insane. Jane whimpers again, trying to get loose. But Maura’s holding her there firmly with no plans of letting her go just yet. “After you dropped me off,” she starts in a heated whisper. “I got in the shower. I couldn’t stop thinking about you; about how you felt inside me…” Jane groans softly, closing her eyes as she let’s Maura speak her dirty little obscenities in her ear. “So what do you think I did, Jane? Hm?” She starts kissing her neck.

“You fucked yourself,” Jane answers breathlessly. Maura bites down on the junction where her neck and shoulder meet and she groans, “Jesus, Maura…”

Maura’s lips are pressed to her ear again suddenly, rolling her hips into her hard as she tells her with every ounce control that she has in her, “Can you picture it, Jane? In the shower, fingers buried inside of myself, screaming out your name? God, I wanted to taste you so bad; touch you, devour you completely. It drove me insane…”

Maura’s never been shy when it comes to sex. She’s studied the human body, but more importantly she’s studied human reactions. She may be labeled as socially awkward in society because of her unwavering habit to constantly be truthful, but for some reason that works wonders in the bedroom. The things people don’t normally talk about get released in there, and yeah, she knows exactly what to talk about to get people going. And Jane? Well, Jane, who feels so completely helpless in her life right now, just needs someone to take control, and Maura can do that. Very well, in fact.

It can’t be about love, about connecting to each other. Maura knows Jane well enough to know that would scare the crap out of her right now.

“You’re driving me insane,” Jane tells her breathlessly, each word laced with need and desire; almost pleading. “Fuck, Maura, just-”

“What?” Maura asks, interrupting. She giggles softly in her ear, enjoying this control. “Fuck you?”

“Yes!” Jane exclaims, frustration boiling over to the point of no return. “I don’t care how you fuck me at this point; just fuck me!”

Maura smirks as she sits up, hovering over Jane. She still isn’t letting her move an inch. “Hm. Now you’ve made me sorry I didn’t bring my toys.”

Jane looks at her in disbelief for a moment before she lets out a short laugh. “Shit, you’re kinky, aren’t you?”

Maura looks at her innocently. “Are you complaining?”

“Not at all,” Jane breathes as she looks over her lover like she’d like to lick every inch of her body. “Just… unexpected…” she struggles to say as Maura rolls her hips into her again, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip as she enjoys the friction against her clit. She lets out a little sound that makes Jane instantly press her thighs together hard, trying to dull the throbbing between her own legs. “Oh my god, you’re planning to kill me, aren’t you? I’m really sorry I dicked you around for so long, Maura. Come on…” Yes, Jane Rizzoli was actually begging now.

Maura chuckles as she opens her eyes and looks down at her. “Maybe this isn’t about payback anymore,” she tells her with a wicked grin. “Maybe I just like to hear you beg.”

“Maybe I’ve just started sleeping with the devil,” Jane retorts, voice heavy with need. “Because this is just evil.”

“Do you want your control back, Jane?” Maura asks innocently before leaning back down and looking her dead in the eyes. Her own breathing is labored; she’s far past the point of turned on right now herself. She can feel Jane’s heavy breathing against her lips and she goes on softly, teasingly, “Do you want me to let you go? Because I don’t think you do.” She nips at her bottom lip gently as she whispers, “I think you like struggling beneath me. I think you like the tease. I think you want me to tell you what to do; when to get off. I think the thought of that alone makes you burn with need and makes you feel sexier; succumbing to someone else when all your life it’s been other’s falling to their knees around you.” She watches Jane swallow and she arches an eyebrow at her. “So tell me Jane; do you want me to let you go?”

“No,” Jane tells her instantly, though it’s barely audible because her throat is so dry. Maura silently congratulates herself of turning Jane into an incompetent pile of sexually frustrated goo beneath her.

“I didn’t think so,” she whispers before she leans in, kissing her hard. Jane groans into her mouth, arching her back off the bed to try to get as much contact with Maura as she can. The detective’s mouth becomes more insistent; more wanting, as her tongue duels with hers for dominance that they both already know that Maura has.

Maura’s tongue sneaks out and teases her bottom lip before taking the succulent flesh between her teeth and biting down, emitting a low, guttural moan from the brunette beneath her. She breaks the kiss takes Jane’s hands in hers; guiding them to grasp the headboard rails as she whispers against her lips, “Hold onto this. Don’t let go and don’t touch me until I say so.” Jane nods mutely.

Maura sits up, looking her straight in the eyes as she grasps the hem of her nightshirt and pulls it over her head, exposing her breasts to Jane’s hungry eyes. She bites her tongue in amusement as she watches Jane noticeably try to gain some relief from the tension between her legs. She loops her thumb around her lacy underwear and watches Jane’s eyes focus there almost instantly; breathless and waiting. So Maura pauses, building the tension.

“Maura,” Jane gasps, impatient.

“What? I was just thinking,” Maura says innocently, because she was: about how long it would take Jane to give into her impatience. It was about fifteen seconds.

“Think later. Naked now,” Jane demands. Maura smirks.

She doesn’t tease her any longer though. She slowly slides down her underwear, getting off of her for a second to be able to completely pull it from her body. Then suddenly she’s on her again, straddling Jane’s stomach, her scorching heat connecting with Jane’s flesh. “Shit,” Jane breathes, feeling how wet she is. She grasps the handles of the headboard firmly, trying to remind herself that she’s not supposed to move to touch her.

Maura slides Jane’s night shirt up further as she leans down, kissing every bit of exposed flesh she can reach as she makes her way up her body. Her nails drag up her ribs, leaving goose bumps in their wake that Maura diminishes with the heat of her mouth. She didn’t want to rush; she wanted to savor every bit of Jane’s skin, relish in every moment that she gets to touch her. She pushes the shirt up further, exposing Jane’s breasts to the cool air. She feels her own breathing shallow for a moment before she wastes no time at all wrapping her lips around one of those perfect, dusky pink nipples.

The sound of Jane groaning in pleasure was fast becoming one of Maura’s favorite sounds. Her voice is so low; so husky already, but when she was turned on it was scratchier; more guttural. It’s like she was speaking from her abdomen rather than from her chest. Maybe even lower than that. Maura purrs against her skin before letting her tongue flick teasingly over the nipple she had captured. Jane groans, arching her back into her as Maura kisses the underside of her breast softly.

Jane’s skin was like silk and Maura enjoyed every inch of it as her hand slides over her ribs, down to dip into the curve of her hips, and lower to grasp the hem of her boyshorts. She pulls them down, not all the way, but just a little as she slips her thigh between her legs, pressing against her center. Jane gasps and tightens her grip on the headboard as she rocks her hips into her. “Fuck, Maura…”

“Getting there,” Maura mumbles against her skin as she slides her body down hers, kissing every inch as she goes. As she makes her decent she pulls Jane’s underwear from her body until it’s pooled around her feet. Jane kicks it off impatiently before spreading her legs, allowing Maura to situate herself between them. Maura looks up at her; seeing her flushed, wet, wanting, needing. She knows she stopped breathing a little as she takes her in, but when she starts to feel a bit lightheaded, she takes a much needed breath.

Oh god, Jane was so beautiful.

Their last encounter was rushed; desperate. Barely any clothing was removed and it was all about the heat of the moment. But this… this was different. They could see all of each other and pause to take a moment to appreciate it; soak it up and feel how much more intimate this encounter was, and how much more exposed and vulnerable each of them feel. It’s a scary feeling, but Maura wouldn’t trade it for the world. If she’s going to be vulnerable around someone, than she’s glad it’s Jane.

Maura bites her lower lip as she settles between legs on her stomach, leaning in to kiss the inside of her thigh. Jane lets out a breath and strains her hips towards her, but Maura pauses, needing a moment to gather up her courage. For all of her talk, this kind of terrified her. She can figure out the logistics involved in fucking Jane with her fingers because she’s done it to herself so many times before. But this? She’s never done this. She knows the basic concept; she’s had men do it to her before, of course. But most of them were sloppy and didn’t know up from down and her clit from her lips, and she didn’t want to screw this up with Jane.

She’s nervous.

“Maura, please,” Jane begs, looking down at her lover who’s not doing much at all anymore. She’s completely stopped. Maura looks up at her.

“I’m a little scared,” she admits softly. She bites her bottom lip self-consciously as she slides one of her hands up Jane’s thigh, watching it trail up her skin. Her heart is pounding about a million miles an hour.

Jane takes a breath, trying to calm herself down enough to help Maura when she’s feeling vulnerable. She licks her lips as she thinks. Then she tells her honestly, “I guess I would be too, if I were down there.”

Well, that didn’t help much.

Maura looks up at her again, making a little face of disgruntlement as she says, “What if I’m… bad?” That makes Jane laugh. “Hey!” Maura exclaims, resenting being laughed at right now.

“Fuck, Maura,” Jane says, through her laughter. “You seriously don’t know how turned on I am right now, do you? I’m pretty sure the second your tongue is on me I’m gonna cum all over your face anyway.” Maura raises an eyebrow, smirking a bit from that very blunt and beautifully pained visual.

“I think I’d like that,” she tells her. Her grip on Jane’s thigh tightens a little as she guides her to spread her legs a little further. She looks down at her, licking her bottom lip. She so desperately want to taste her. Jane’s completely soaked and pink from all the blood rushing downwards, engorging her clit and making her look absolutely mouth watering. She takes a breath, finding it’s shallow. “You’ll… tell me if I’m bad, right?” she looks up at her. “Because I can’t get better unless you tell me I’m bad, nobody’s perfect the first time they do anything, and while I am a very fast learner, I-”

“Oh my god, Maura! Just fuck me, please!” Jane exclaims, no more patience left in her.

“Alright, alright,” Maura says, feeling incredibly rushed. She knows Jane’s about to metaphorically implode from sexual frustration though, so she takes a breath, gathering her courage. The smell of Jane when she inhales totally overwhelms her senses though and she knows she can’t put it off any longer. Pushing away her fears, she finally slips her tongue through Jane’s folds, using her fingers to spread her lips so she can easily access more of the area which - Jesus - tasted like honey and something so distinctly Jane.

And oh my God the sound she makes. It’s halfway between an animalistic growl and a moan and it gives Maura the courage she needs to stop being tentative with her exploration. She moans against her, vibrating Jane in all the best ways. The brunette gasps, grabbing into the headboard rail so hard it cracks beneath her grip as she pushes her hips further into her face. “Shit, Maura,” she pants. “Oh my god.”

Jane cries out again; her name, Maura’s name, falling from her lips in ecstasy and abandonment as she surrenders herself to her. Maura knows she told her not to move her hands from the rails, but when she feels one of Jane’s tangle itself in her hair in encouragement, she’s not about to stop it.

Maura’s tongue maps every dip and curve that Jane's sex has to offer her, suddenly feeling the need to memorize it. Her tongue flicks against her hard, protruding clit and Jane gasps before it turns into another long moan of pleasure. God, Maura could go down on her for hours. She can’t even remember why she was nervous in the first place. Clearly Jane’s enjoying it by the way she pants Maura’s name and tugs on her hair, gripping her like letting go would crash her right back down to earth far too soon. It was intoxicating and yeah, it made her feel powerful to have Jane’s pleasure depend on her.

When she slips a solitary finger inside Jane, she feels her clench around her instantly. Jane takes a heavy breath between moans before gasping, “Maura… come up here.” Maura stops what she’s doing to look at her, confused. After all, wasn’t she doing it right? Sounded like it. Jane opens her eyes, chest heaving as she explains, “I want to touch you.”

Maura smiles as she climbs up Jane’s body, quickly capturing her lips in another deep kiss. She slips another finger inside of Jane as the brunette moans at the taste of herself on the ME’s lips. Instantly her hands are on her, touching her everywhere. Fire races under Maura’s skin and her eyes blacken with lust as she pushes into her, loving the way Jane’s inner muscles rippled around her fingers.

“Fuck,” Jane gasps. “Harder, Maura… oh Jesus fuckin’ mppffhh-” Jane’s string of curses are cut off by Maura plunging her tongue into her mouth again, needing to drink up everything that Jane is. Maura pulls out and then slides three fingers into Jane again; deeper, harder. Jane cries out loudly against her lips before her own hand slides between their bodies to cup Maura’s own dripping sex.

Maura whimpers as Jane slides her fingers over her clit, shooting sparks all through her body that felt like firecrackers dancing over every inch of her skin. She’s slick with sweat, but so is Jane as she rolls her hips behind her hand, using the extra leverage to penetrate her deeper. Maura’s free hand roams everywhere; needing to relish in every perfection, every flaw of her lover’s body. She cries out loudly though once Jane’s own fingers slide deep inside of her, not realizing how close she herself was from falling over the edge until she felt Jane fill her.

“Jane,” she breathes against her lips, just needing to say her name; needing to voice out loud that this is her making her feel this way, that this is her beneath her, wet and breathless from passion. Her mouth once again bruises Jane’s with the sheer intensity behind her need as they both pant, moan, gasp against each other’s lips as they bring each other closer to oblivion.

Maura rests her forehead against Jane’s as she shuts her eyes, pleasure overwhelming her. Jane’s palm has started applying pressure to her clit and she gasps hard, knowing she’s about to lose it any second now. “Jane, Jane,” she breathes over and over. “Oh god, Jane…” She loves saying her name, loves feeling this way because of her. She curls her fingers inside of her and in something resembling a small explosion, she feels Jane’s muscles start contracting uncontrollably around her fingers as the brunette screams, instinctively curling her fingers inside of Maura as she cums; pressing hard against her g spot and allowing Maura to come tumbling over the edge after her.

It’s like a high Maura’s never experienced before, much better than any drug could ever give anyone. She doesn’t know how long they laid there; Maura on top of Jane, fingers still inside each other. They’re breathless and spent, basking in the feeling of each other.

“Shit,” Jane swears finally, out of breath, breaking the silence. Maura giggles a little. “I should have started fucking you a long time ago.”

Maura smirks, moving a little so they can both untangle themselves from each other enough to get their hands back. Then she settles in next to Jane, lying her head on her breast as she throws an arm over her. She takes a deep breath, soaking up the scent of their encounter together. “Mmm…” she purrs, tracing her fingers over each of Jane’s ribs. “Yeah, you really should have.”

Jane just laughs.

A/N: I really shouldn't be posting this now since I haven't even touched chapter 11 yet but maybe it'll give me the energy to do so. See, I renewed my World of Warcraft subscription so um, yeah. Kinda all downhill from there. BUT! Because I need to brag about my lameness... my friend wanted me to play on his server so I made a character named Rizzoli but doubted I'd ever play it until he made a character to play with me called Isles and now we prance around Malfurion being sexy together. lmao.

CHAPTER TEN
First Lesbian Relationship

The first time Jane actually called Maura her girlfriend was at the end of their vacation in Maine.

As per usual, with the start of most relationships, a lot of the time they spent together was in each other’s bed. Sex seemed to be about the only thing that didn’t freak Jane out, oddly enough. Jane never said much, but Maura knew that being in a relationship with her, on some level still freaked her out. There would be times when things would be perfect and then without warning Jane would pull away from her; withdraw. Even miles away from home and everyone they knew, Jane couldn’t fully relax and give into just feeling connected. She was always on guard, like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But being in a relationship with Jane was surprisingly easy. Not that Maura thought it would be difficult, per say, but when you get into a relationship sometimes a lot of things change. It didn’t seem to be that way with Jane. They were back to being the best friends they were before, only with a lot more touching. The touching was definitely one of Maura’s favorite parts.

“Hey,” Maura says, wrapping her arms around Jane’s torso and leaning her head on her shoulder, looking out at the forest. Jane’s leaning on the railing of her balcony, staring off into space, but when she feels Maura behind her she cover’s Maura’s hands with her own and leans back into her. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking about shooting that deer over there,” Jane tells her flatly.

“Jane!” Maura exclaims; horrified as her eyes land on the deer that’s innocently minding its own business, unaware of the violence Jane’s planning on it.

Jane laughs. “What? I’m in Maine. Kinda figure I should shoot a deer or something. Maybe a moose.”

Maura swats her arm. “Don’t you dare.”

Jane smirks, turning around to lean her back against the balcony railing as she faces Maura. “Relax, it’s not like I have a gun.” She pauses as she reevaluates that sentence. “Well, not a hunting rifle.”

“You better not.”

“Not like I’d have any place to stash it even if I did. I didn’t bring a whole lot to this little outing,” Jane replies. She takes a breath, her eyes surveying their quaint little getaway cabin. She makes a face. “Y’know, just kinda… threw some shit together and ran.”

Maura frowns a little as she watches Jane quickly spiral into one of her self-loathing moods. She cups Jane’s face in her hands, making her pay attention to her. She gives her a small smile before leaning up and kissing her softly on the lips. When she pulls back she looks her in the eyes, still cupping her face, and whispers, “Is it selfish if I say that I’m glad you ran away with me?”

Jane’s lips twitch into the smallest of smiles, but her eyes twinkle as she tells her, “Yeah.” Maura tries to suppress her amused grin. She shakes her head a little as she takes Jane’s hand in hers and starts walking her, pulling her along.

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?” Jane asks, confused. She tries to grab her beer that’s resting on the railing but with one hard pull from Maura she swipes for it and misses it completely. “Hey!”

“You don’t need that,” Maura tells her as she pulls her down the balcony steps. “You’ve been drinking too much lately.”

“Hey, I think I’m entitled. Going through a lot here,” Jane retorts, motioning to herself in an overdramatic manner with the hand she still has free. Maura ignores her and keeps pulling her down the path. Jane almost trips on a rock. “Oh my god, Maura, you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me with all this pulling! Where the hell are we going?”

Maura stops, making Jane stop short. She turns, a disapproving look on her face. “Jane, you’re very intelligent.” Jane looks at her confused.

“So why are you looking at me like I’m doing something wrong then?”

“Because,” Maura says, sighing a little. “When you swear like that it makes it sound like you aren’t very intelligent at all.” Jane raises her eyebrows in disbelief. “And you never use to swear this much. Lately you’ve been using them too much in your everyday speech and I believe it’s because you’re generally not very happy with the world and I kind of hate that.” Maura purses her lips together as she looks at her. “It… it upsets me.”

“My swearing upsets you?” Jane asks, like she can’t figure out for the life of her why.

“No, the reasons you’re doing it upsets me,” Maura corrects. She sighs, knowing this conversation probably won’t lead to any change, but she needed to get it out that it bothered her. Unfortunately, she thinks the only thing that’ll help is Jane feeling happier in life. But she’s been so upset over admitting that she’s gay and now she’s scared of how other people will take it, so that doesn’t exactly equal happiness. No matter how much happiness Maura gives her, that’s still looming over her head. Maura gives her a small smile and requests, “Just please try to make an effort to tone it down… okay?”

“You know you’re startin’ to sound like my Ma,” Jane says, trying to make the situation lighter with a joke. Maura just looks at her pointedly. “Okay, okay, fine. I’ll try to quit doing it so much if it bothers you,” Jane relents, though not without a little huff.

“Thank you,” Maura replies, smiling. She grips Jane’s hand tighter. “Come on.”

Jane starts following her and calls out, “And hey! I know you like it when I swear during sex.” Maura smirks, but doesn’t turn around to let Jane see it.

“That’s different.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Jane says, amused. Maura tries to suppress a giggle as she leads her down the path to the lake. “You wanna go swimming?” Jane asks as she takes in the surroundings with a tone of distaste.

“What’s wrong with swimming?”Maura asks, turning to look at her. “I thought you loved swimming.”

“Yeah, in a pool. Not in a lake where fish shit,” Jane tells her. Maura gives her a disapproving look and Jane rolls her eyes. “I’m sorry, not where there are fish feces.”

“So you like swimming pools?”

“Yes.”

“Where seventeen percent of adults report they urinate? And that’s not taking in account the children, or the toddlers whose swimming diapers are filled with feces that will leak out and spread throughout the water.”

Jane’s face contorts into disgust. “Oh my god, I am never swimming again.”

“Yes, you are,” Maura tells her. “And just so you know, both fresh and salt bodies of water are much cleaner than pools.” She nudges Jane with her arms and smirks before grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it off over her head. “Come on, get naked.”

Jane quirks an eyebrow, “You don’t want to swim, you just want easy access.” Maura chuckles.

She snaps off her bra with an easy flick of her fingers and slides it off of her as she leans up to whisper in Jane’s ear, “You make it sound like I usually have a problem getting access.” She smirks and captures Jane’s earlobe between her teeth playfully, feeling a shiver go through Jane’s body before finishing huskily, “And you know that’s not true.” She watches Jane exhale the breath she was holding before she giggles, pulling away from her and shimmying out of her skirt and underwear. “Now come on, I want to see you wet and naked.” She says it so innocently, but winks at her before taking off down the bank.

“Well we don’t need to go swimming for that!” Jane calls out after her, frustrated as Maura laughs and jumps into the water. Sometimes she enjoys teasing Jane just to watch how flustered she gets. For how self confident she is usually, she still can’t for the life of her actually initiate sex with Maura. She’ll suggest it, or hint at it, but she never makes the first move. It’s a little endearing, actually.

Of course there was that one time when she was drunk, but then again, when Jane’s drunk, she’s more ‘do first and ask questions later’. Sober she has a few more hesitations, and even though she knows that she can have sex with Maura any time she likes, she seems a little shy about it. Maura’s never seen Jane shy about anything in her life, so she’s enjoying this phase while it lasts and having a little bit of fun with it.

When Maura comes up from the water she’s immediately splashed in the face by Jane jumping in. She squeals in surprise, though it turns into a yelp once she feels arms wrap around her torso and she’s pulled under. When she comes back up she splashes Jane, who sputters as she gets some in her mouth. Maura giggles and tries to swim away from her, knowing she’s in trouble when Jane yells, “UGH! I probably just got fish shit in my mouth!” She points at her warningly, yet playfully. “You’re in trouble.”

“No, Jane, c’mon,” Maura pleads as she swims backwards from her, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. Jane comes after her and Maura exclaims, giggling, “It was an accident!”

“Bullshit!” Jane calls with a smirk. Maura tries to splash her again but it doesn’t reach far enough.

“Language! Jane, if you don’t watch what you say it can become habit forming and hard to stop.”

Jane just twitches her eyebrow at her playfully before diving under the water. Maura tries to swim away frantically, but she knows it’s no use. With Jane’s long arms and muscular body, it would only be a matter of time until she catches up. Suddenly Jane comes up from the water directly in front of her, startling Maura so bad she screams. Jane laughs.

“Bull-” she starts, wrapping her arms around Maura’s torso to keep her from going anywhere.

“Jane! No!” Maura begs, but she knows it’s useless from the conquering look in Jane’s eyes as she finishes:

“-shit,” just as she dunks her.

When Maura resurfaces she pushes Jane playfully, “I hate you.”

“Lies,” Jane says with a chuckle. She pushes her wet hair out of her face and then freezes as he hand hits something. “Maura,” she says, wide eyed and very serious. “Tell me there is not a huge water cockroach or something on my head.” Maura can’t help but laugh by how afraid she sounds. “MAURA!”

“Jane, relax,” Maura says, swimming closer to her. She reaches up and picks the offending object out of her hair, holding it up. “It’s a leaf. I don’t know how you could mistake that for an insect.”

Jane makes a face and snatches the leaf out of her hand, throwing it in the water. “Look, I’m all for sports, but I ain’t the ‘great outdoorsman’, okay? Bugs and shi-stuff,” she corrects off of Maura’s look, “ain’t my thing.”

Maura wraps her arms around Jane’s neck, looking up at her with sympathetic amusement. “Jane,” she starts, as if talking to a child. “You do realize that the bugs are probably much more scared of you than you are of them, right?”

“HEY! They… they crawl! It’s wicked gross!” Her hand flails around dramatically as she rants, then she shudders as if trying to shake them off of her. “Ugh. God, I don’t want to talk about bugs. Ew.” Another shudder runs through her body and Maura chuckles in amusement.

“So you definitely don’t want to know about the giant water bugs that reside in this part of North America then?” she teases.

“MAURA!” Jane exclaims, horrified. “No! Why would you-?! Oh my god. I’m getting out.” She tries to swim away but Maura grabs her, pulling her back towards her.

“No, come on, I was just teasing. More than likely we will not see any, I promise.” She leans up to kiss Jane on the nose, trying to be cute. Jane scowls at her. “Sorry, okay, new topic,” Maura starts, wrapping her arms around her again. “So if being outdoorsy isn’t your thing, then what is?” She runs her fingers through Jane’s wet locks, enjoying the feel of her hair. In all honesty, she already knows what Jane’s about to say, but she kind of just wants to touch her and listen to her voice. It doesn’t matter what she’s talking about, it’s just peaceful.

“Softball, baseball, soccer, football, wrestling. Just, hell, something physical. You know that.”

“There’s a golf course not too far from here,” Maura suggests. Jane looks at her like she lost her mind.

“Yeah,” she starts, sarcastically. “Because that’s physically demanding.”

“Hey, it’s a sport!” Maura defends.

Jane snorts, “Hardly.” She wraps her arms around Maura’s torso, pulling her flush against her. “Besides, we only got one more night here. Rather not waste it by hitting golf balls at rich people’s resort homes. On my salary I couldn’t afford the lawyer to even fight that crap in court.” She raises an eyebrow, a little smirk plastered on her face.

“Yeah?” Maura asks with a teasing smile as she continues to play with Jane’s hair. “So what do you want to do?” She already knows exactly what Jane wants to do, but it’s more fun this way.

Jane’s fingers trail down her back, then back up to brush over her hips, her sides, her ribs, and right under her breasts. Maura bites her lower lip, looking up at her under her lashes. Jane dips her head down and captures her lips in a soft kiss before whispering, “I kind of want to fuck you.”

“Only kind of?” Maura teases, playing with the ends of Jane’s hair. She playfully teases Jane’s bottom lip with her tongue before taking it between her teeth and nibbling on it.

“More than kind of,” Jane tells her, voice barely audible before she claims Maura’s mouth in a heated kiss, her grip on her tightening and drawing her in impossibly close. Maura groans into her mouth, tangling her fingers in her hair as she wraps a leg around her. Her breath shallows a bit as she can feel Jane’s thigh against her center, and the heat from her seems to ignite something in the brunette as her teeth latch onto her neck. Maura moans as she bites down.

But Jane’s hands still stay in very respectable places, which makes Maura grab them impatiently and place them on her breasts. “You can touch me first, you know,” she breathes, closing her eyes as Jane kisses her neck. Jane pinches her nipples in retaliation, making Maura squeal.

“I know! I was just…” she pauses, looking up and then around them, spacing out for a minute to try to avoid answering.

“Just…?” Maura prods expectantly, then rolls her eyes a bit at Jane’s avoidance tactics. She puts her hand on her chin and turns it towards her, raising an eyebrow.

“I was just being polite, okay!” Jane defends, looking a little embarrassed. Maura snorts when she laughs. “Hey!” Jane exclaims, not appreciating being laughed at.

“Jane,” Maura says seriously, trying to stop laughing. She leans up and kisses her softly before whispering against her lips. “Trust me; the last thing I want is for you to be polite to me right now.”

“Maura, we’re…” she motions around before murmuring out the side of her mouth, “outside.”

“So? There’s no one around for miles. Besides, you didn’t seem to have a problem with going swimming naked if you thought there were people around. Why is this different?”

Jane looks at her in disbelief. “You can’t see the difference between being naked in front of strangers and fucking in front of them?”

“Not really, no.”

Jane just stares at her.

“Well I guess I just thought if you were comfortable enough being naked in front of hypothetical strangers than you might be a bit of an exhibitionist,” Maura explains, finding her conclusion rational. “It all kind of falls into the same category.”

“Wait, a what?”

“An exhibitionist. It’s-”

“I know what it is, Maura. And no, I’m not.” She pauses, taking in the conversation and how it turned to this topic. “Why, are you?”

Maura instantly frowns, not liking the way that Jane said that. Like there’s something wrong with it. But just because it’s not one of the more commonly practiced sexual behaviors, doesn’t mean it’s wrong. “Well… yeah,” she tells her. “A little.”

Jane looks at her in disbelief. “You mean to tell me that you get off on the thought of people watching you get fucked? Seriously?”

Maura blinks, not understanding Jane’s adverse reaction to it. “Yes, sometimes it arouses me. It’s a fantasy, Jane.”

“No! Maura - what - no. There ain’t no way I’m letting some perv watch my girlfriend have sex!” she exclaims, angry with the very idea of it. But Jane’s anger-filled exclamation actually makes Maura smile, suddenly feeling very happy. Jane looks at her reaction, “What?”

“You called me your girlfriend,” Maura says, grinning from ear to ear.

“So?”

“So you’ve never done that,” Maura says, biting her lower lip in glee. “I like it.” Jane looks at her in disbelief before she chuckles.

“God, you’re insane. C’mere,” she says, grabbing Maura and pulling her towards her. She wraps her arms around Jane’s waist and hugs her tight, laying her head on her shoulder. Jane kisses the top of her head, running her fingers down her back. “For the record though, no one is gonna watch us have sex,” she says sternly.

“Fine.” Maura doesn’t really care either way on that matter. Fantasies can stay fantasies. She just enjoys being with Jane.

Jane’s silent for a moment as she holds Maura in her arms. Suddenly she asks, “You haven’t done webcam shows or anything, right?”

“Jane!” Maura exclaims, laughing as she pulls back to look at her. “Of course not, I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Just checking,” Jane says with a smirk. Then she bites her lower lip, clearly hesitant to ask whatever else is on her mind.

“What?” Maura asks. “You can ask me anything, Jane. I know you’re curious. You get this cute little look on your face when you are.” She smirks and pokes at one of Jane’s dimples, trying to prove her point. Jane makes a face and pulls away from her, always hating it when she’s called cute, adorable, or any other kind of adjective that’s similar.

“Hey! Hands off!”

Maura giggles but stops teasing her. She wraps her arms around her neck and looks up at her. “So? Ask.”

Jane rolls her eyes, nudging her with her arm gently. “You always gotta make such a big deal outta things. I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“I dunno…” she shrugs, not looking her in the eyes. “I guess I was just wondering what you like to do that falls under that category, since you didn’t seem too upset that your ‘being watched’ fantasy was crushed,” Jane tells her as she wraps her arms around her waist. Her eyes finally catch hers, waiting for her answer.

Maura giggles. “My ‘being watched’ fantasy wasn’t crushed.” Jane looks at her confused and Maura explains, “While the thought of being watched while having sex with you arouses me, it’s not at the top of my list in regards to my exhibitionist side.”

Jane furrows her eyebrows. “So what is?”

Maura smirks, leaning in and placing her lips next to Jane’s ear. She builds the suspense for a moment by just breathing heavily in her ear; something she already knows drives Jane crazy. Then she whispers in a sultry voice, “I would really like it if you watched me masturbate.” An involuntary whimper falls from Jane’s lips almost instantly from the thought and Maura smiles, knowing that at least something she wants to do is well received. “Would you like that?” she breathes in her ear teasingly.

Jane’s brain doesn’t seem to be up to par in the functioning department at the moment, because she doesn’t answer. Her breathing picks up though and Maura chuckles in her ear. “Hm? Would you like it if I got up on that rock over there…” she motions over to the flat rock that’s nearby, partially consumed by the lake water, “and let you watch while I bring myself to orgasm?” Another whimper escapes Jane’s lips and Maura traces her ear with her tongue before finishing in a low, sexy voice, “I always scream your name when I cum, you know. Even if you’re not there…”

“Oh God,” Jane breathes, her grip on Maura’s hip tightening. Maura silently congratulates herself for rendering Jane into a pile of incompetent mush in mere seconds… again. She’s getting good at this. “Uh… y-yeah,” Jane stutters a little. She coughs, trying to clear her throat. “Yeah, that’s… that’s… good. That’d be good, yeah.” Maura giggles from her reaction. It’s almost… virginal.

“Has no one ever done that for you before?” she asks.

“No…”

“Mmm…” Maura purrs, kissing her neck softly before whispering. “If you enjoy it, I’ll do it whenever you want.” She nips at the base of Jane’s neck before accenting, “When. Ever… you ask.” She smirks and moves her head so she can look her in the eyes, her own twinkling with a tease. “But you have to ask.”

“Pretty sure I’d enjoy it,” Jane says, voice a little strained. She’s staring at the rock like it’s possibly a gift from heaven and Maura tries to suppress her giggles.

“So ask,” she prods. Jane looks at her and Maura blinks at her innocently. She’s going to get Jane to initiate something, even if it kills her. “C’mon Jane, I know you want me to…” she runs her hands up her torso and cups her breasts roughly, looking her in the eyes with determination. Jane groans, taking a shallow breath.

Maura never thought she’d be the aggressor in their sex life, but someone’s gotta be or they’d never get laid unless Jane was drunk. But this is what this was about; encouraging Jane to initiate things. She brushes her thumbs over her nipples, feeling them harden almost instantly beneath her touch. “Ask,” she prods in a seductive whisper.

“Maura…” Jane starts, suppressing another groan as Maura continues to play with her nipples. “Fuck yourself for me. Please…” she’s breathless and far past the point of turned on that Maura isn’t sure how long she’ll actually be able to last before she stops watching and pounces, but Maura isn’t complaining.

“Yes, Ma’am,” she responds in a flirty tone before she takes Jane’s hand in hers and leads her over to the rock. She stops her at the edge. “Stay here,” she tells her. “Just watch.” Jane nods mutely as Maura climbs out of the water and onto the rock. When she turns to face her she immediately spreads her legs, making sure Jane has a good view. She can tell by Jane’s knuckles turning white as she grips the edge of the rock that it’s perfect.

Then Jane’s phone rings.

“FUCK!” Jane yells; frustrated as she looks over on the beach to her pile of clothes that are ringing. Maura frowns, not happy either with the interruption.

“Just ignore it.”

“It could be work,” Jane says, annoyed with it being the worst timing in the world. She points at Maura and waves her finger around erratically. “This? After. Definitely. Just… hold on.” She looks at Maura regretfully before she swims over to shore.

Maura sighs, disappointed. She slides off the rock and swims over to Jane.

Jane fumbles with her clothes, trying to get to her phone. When she does, she picks it up and answers, out of breath, “Rizzoli.” Then her face turns to one of annoyance as she retorts, “Yeah, Ma. Of course I’m alive. I’m on vacation.” Maura climbs out of the water and Jane holds her finger up to her before sighing, “No, I’m not with a man. I’m with Maura.” A pause. “Because we just wanted to get away, why does it matter?” Another pause. “No, nothing happened-no, Ma, seriously, I’m fine.” She rolls her eyes, walking over to the grass and flopping down in it.

Maura sighs. This is such a mood killer. No one ever wants to have sex after talking to their mother.

Maura runs her fingers through her hair, getting it out of her face as she sits down next to Jane, watching her girlfriend make exasperated faces at her mother’s nagging. “I wasn’t-no, I’m not trying to avoid you. If I was I wouldn’t have picked up the phone. I just forgot.” She rubs her forehead in frustration. “Frankie’s watching him-well I don’t know why he didn’t tell you, ask him!” She starts picking at the grass, pulling it up by the roots. “Yeah, okay, Wednesday-yeah I’ll be sure to ask her, alright?” Jane twirls her finger, hoping to wrap this up. “Uh huh. Okay, yeah. I’ll talk to you soon, Ma. Bye.” She hangs up the phone, lets out the most exasperated sigh ever, and then tosses it across the grass.

Maura looks at her sympathetically. “Everything okay?”

Jane covers her face with her hands and groans. “Yeah. I just…” she sighs and takes her hands away from her face to look at Maura. “I love my Ma, y’know? But sometimes she can be a little bit…” she starts shaking her hands, indicating strangling. Maura giggles.

“She’s just trying to look out for you,” she tells her.

“Yeah, well, she could do it a little less and it’d still be enough,” Jane says. She holds up her hand, shielding her face from the sun. “Sorry,” she apologizes to Maura, sounding regretful.

“For what?”

“For screwin’ up our sex. I shoulda just left it alone like you said.”

Maura lies down next to Jane on the grass, taking her hand. “It’s okay. It’s not like we won’t have plenty of time later.” She smiles at her, then remembers something from Jane and her mother’s conversation. “Oh! Were you supposed to ask me something?”

“What?” Jane asks, confused. She then remembers and shakes it off, “Oh, no. Not you. Another friend of mine.” Maura looks at her confused. Last time she checked, she was Jane’s only female friend, and the pronoun ‘she’ was definitely used in that conversation. But Jane doesn’t give her a chance to question her because she sits up, nodding to her before she stands. “C’mon. I wanna cook you something for lunch.”

Maura looks at her disbelievingly as Jane helps her to her feet. “You want to do what?” she asks, wondering if she heard her right.

“Cook,” Jane answers as she grabs both of their clothes off the beach. “For you.”

Maura cringes, but when Jane turns around she gives her a smile. “Are… are you sure? I could do it, if you’d like.” Jane was in no way the world’s best cook.

“Nah, you always cook. It’s my turn. I can barely make shit, but I can make one hell of a mean Mac & Cheese. Ya ever had it with tuna in it?” Jane asks. Maura quirks an eyebrow.

“No. That sounds… interesting.”

She’s somehow got to find a way to let Jane let her cook. Dear lord.

But Jane’s smiling at her, apparently really stoked to have the opportunity to dote on Maura for once, so she doesn’t have the heart to tell her no. Jane grins and grabs her hand, walking with her up the path to the house. “You’re gonna love it,” she tells her.

Well, if Maura eats that then one thing is for sure: she definitely loves Jane enough to.

PART SIX IS HERE.