“I’m right here Jane”, Maura said a little louder this time.  Fingers dug into her shoulder as Jane roughly pulled her closer.  “It’s ok, you were just having a…”  The hand on her shoulder snaked to her neck and possessively pulled her closer.  Maura gasped as Jane’s mouth met hers and her tongue found its way into her parted lips.

Maura became aware of the way Jane’s fingers were tracing along her jaw line.  Her breathing became ragged and a slow fire started to form in the pit of her stomach.  She found herself kissing back.  Running her hand through Jane’s curls.  “Jane…” she tried to say but it came out as a low guttural moan.  At the sound Jane’s hand tilted her head back and her mouth made its way down her throat.  While her other hand grabbed at her jaw her thumb rubbing hard against Maura’s lips.  Maura couldn’t help herself.  Her lips parted and she ran her tongue over Jane’s thumb before biting down lightly on the digit.  A moan escaped Jane’s lips and her breathing caught slightly at the light pressure.

Their mouths found each other again and Maura felt like she was on fire.  Arousal clouded her mind and she leaned against Jane.  Jane’s hands dropped away and she flinched as another moan escaped her lips, not in pleasure but in pain.    Her head hit the pillows and she flailed from side to side.  It took Maura a minute to realize that Jane was still asleep.   That she had never really woken up in the first place.  Placing a steadying hand on her chest Maura willed herself to calm down.  She was breathing deeply to get as much oxygen as possible into her lungs and body.  As her breathing steadied she reached over to the night stand.  Grabbing the pain pills prescribed to Jane.

Gently shaking Jane’s shoulder she woke Jane.  “Jane?  Honey?  You need to wake up.  It’s time for your medicine.”

It is not often that Maura Isles loses her composure.  As she leans against the wall in the hallway she holds up her hands and watches them tremble uncontrollably.  She wills them to stop, but to no avail.  Finally she drags herself up straight and gives herself a mental shake.  It was the medicine combined with pain and sleep, that’s all.  She tries to convince herself again.  Jane is straight.  She has never looked at any woman, including herself, in a way that could be seen as inappropriate.  Jane is straight.

Slowly walking towards the kitchen Maura sighed.  She knew herself.  She would be unable to sleep tonight.  Might as well put the kettle on and brew herself a pot of tea.  The familiarity of the task settles her nerves.  Rationality slowly returns.  As she leans over the counter and takes the first sip of the soothing liquid, Maura turns the events of the last two weeks over in her mind.