Maura pressed into her, her hips moving with their own agenda as she leant in, nipping and sucking at Jane’s exposed neck and unintentionally leaving her mark. “I know.” She gasped as Jane moved gentle circles over her *****, her own hand falling between them and guiding Jane gently.

“Let’s go to bed.”

Reluctantly, Maura pulled Jane’s hand from where she’d dreamt so often to find it and smiled as Jane stared at the wetness that glistened on her fingers, her mouth moving but unable to form words. Grabbing her wrist, she pulled her fingers to her own lips, sucking each one slowly, her tongue playing across each sensitive fingertip. She pushed Jane from the room, pausing to throw the unprepared salad on Bass’ tray and filling a glass with ice cubes before following.

Maura was more than a little surprised to find Jane already in her underwear when she reached the bedroom, her dress neatly laid across the back of the chair in the corner of the room.

“You’re so beautiful.” Maura whispered as she set the glass down and crossed the expanse between them, pulling the shaking detective to her for yet another kiss. Maura knew that no matter what else happened in her life, however long she lived, this moment would be emblazed across her memory forever. The feel of Jane’s fingers as her short nails dragged across her back would mark her as permanently as any tattoo; a soul deep declaration of possession that could never be erased.

Jane moaned softly as Maura pushed her gently towards the bed, her knees buckling as they hit the soft surface. Smiling softly, Maura crawled up atop Jane, watching the passion dance in her eyes as their bodies melted together perfectly. Maura reached under Jane, unhooking her bra and pulling it slowly from her body, revealing pert, perfect *****. Kissing down her neck, Maura paused as she felt Jane’s heartbeat through her own lips, the soft hollow of her throat and slowly over warm olive skin.

She couldn’t suppress the growl the rose in her throat as Jane wound her fingers in her hair, gripping tightly as her lips brushed over a painfully erect nipple. “Maura…” she whispered, a cry lost in the heavy pants that followed as Maura continued her descent, the musky smell of Jane’s arousal pulling her down. She grinned as Jane’s hands fell from her hair, grasping fistfuls of expensive Egyptian cotton, her own hands wrapping around Jane’s thigh as she kissed along her panty line before nipping along the top of her thigh.