Maura made love to Jane for hours, determined to show her that she didn’t ever want to be away from her like that again or with anyone else. Jane enjoyed it, because so often she was the take charge tough gal at work and Maura was all sciencey and over the top girly. This was the detective’s chance to feel vulnerable, be fragile and taken care of. No one else had ever seen this side of her, even as they talked before things heated up, Jane was a bawling infant into Maura’s skin and she couldn’t make herself stop. It was as if years worth of crying had all caught up once and overtaken her. Maura made Jane feel safe, loved, and focused.
Maura had declined rushing out to the courthouse, but she felt like she needed something in her core to reconnect herself with Jane. They could never be apart like that again. Period.
Skin sizzling, Jane’s breath hitched again as the good doctor took her back over the edge. Maura had set up camp on the brunette’s stomach and had no intention of leaving anytime soon. They were both sweaty and panting with their legs intertwined and Jane’s voice was nearly gone from the night of whimpering during love bites, moaning as Maura became part of her skin and did not back down.
Maura rested her head in the crook of Jane’s arm and leaned back into it, with their sides still meshed together.
”So, my Lady Tiger, are you finally satisfied?” Jane held Maura with one arm and started playing in the blonde strands with the other.
”For now,” Maura smirked,happy to have tamed the Rizzoli storm once again.
”You know I have to get out of bed for work in fifteen minutes.”
”Sadly,” Jane quipped. ”I am off and I can stay in bed all day.”
”What fun would that be,” her lover teased.
”None without you, I am afraid. Besides, I don’t think I can get up.You impaled me to the mattress.”
”Jane, you are so ridiculous. I could get used to this though. Couldn’t you?”

”Couldn’t I what, Janie? Why aren’t you ready to leave yet? Normally you are at Maura’s by now. Did something happen between you two? Jane, what did you do to her?”
”Whoa, Ma. Stop! Nothing happened,”Jane lied because there was no way she could even explain what was going on between them, especially mere minutes after the erotic dream.
”Maura was still at work when I left yesterday, so I came home, okay? I do pay rent here. Why are you here?”
”Because the last time I cooked for you, I didn’t get the Bundt pan or the Pyrex back and I do cook on a daily basis unlike other working women.”
”They’re clean,Ma. I stuck them in the dishwasher. Thank you for feeding me.” Jane started her rote appreciation speech to her mother, thanking God her sheet was still over her when Angela walked in. Her entire body was limp, exhausted and drenched.That dream. My God, is that what Maura was asking of her? Is that what she wanted with Maura?
They already had a life together at work and at home. They were work partners with the highest arrest rate in city history, and at home, they cooked and read and ran and periodically slept through movies on Maura’s couch. They had a life, but perhaps Maura wanted more.