“What is it you want?” Maura breathed, her hands pulling Jane’s lower, teasing them both as their intertwined fingers dipped closer to her ever increasing need.

“I…” Jane’s whisper ended as her tongue flicked out, teasing the doctors earlobe before nipping gently at the warm flesh.

Maura spun in the embrace suddenly, catching Jane unawares and causing her to stumble. Hopping easily onto the countertop, she wrapped her legs around Jane, pulling her closely as she pressed herself into her. “Shhh.” She whispered, capturing Jane’s lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring every inch of the Promised Land she found herself in. The warm taste of Jane flooding her senses.

Jane pulled back first, passion dancing in her eyes. “You didn’t shush me.” She panted softly, her fingers dancing patterns across Maura’s exposed back.

“I did.” Maura told her plainly.

“Well don’t” Jane pouted, offering a protruding lip which Maura claimed eagerly.

“What I want to say is…” Jane fought to continue, pulling away again. “I….” ‘Why is this so hard?’ she wondered, ‘just say it!’ “That is, I mean, I’ve not exactly…”

Maura grinned, her hands wrapping in dark, unruly hair. “Shut up Jane.” She growled, pushing her away gently, allowing enough room to hop down from the counter. Jane watched as Maura slowly unzipped her dress, allowing it to fall to the ground with a hushed whisper, revealing a matching set of simple black underwear.

“I… wow.”

“Do you want me Jane?” Maura purred, stalking towards the shaking detective and backing her against the sink. “So you want to touch me?” she ran her fingers over her chest, brushing briefly over her nipples as she watched Jane watch the southerly trail her hand took over her own body.

Jane nodded mutely. Watching exquisite fingers dancing over a firm stomach before pausing at the top of black silk, teasing the material slowly before reaching out and taking Jane’s shaking hands in her own. “Then stop talking and take what you want.” She pressed Jane’s hand slowly beneath the lace, her eyes fluttering closed as Jane gasped, her long fingers shaking against the wetness she found there.

“Oh god Maura.” Jane stared at her as her fingers moved slowly, exploring hot folds beneath soft curls. “You’re…..”