Jane smiled slyly.  “Yeah, the taste goes so perfectly with the taste of you.”  She leaned over and thoroughly tasted the doctor’s mouth.  “Oh yeah,” she sighed before opening her eyes.  “Perfect.”

Maura turned a gently chastising eye to her partner.  “Jane, you know full well I’m far from perfect.”

“Perfect enough for me,” Jane insisted, teasingly stroking her hand over the doctor’s.

Maura tisked.  “Dinner first.  I saw what you had for lunch today.  Macaroni and Cheese?  Really, Jane, you’re a grown woman.  You should be ashamed.”  But she was smiling as she gracefully portioned out a mix of salad greens and other rabbity foods onto both of their plates, then drizzled a purplish vinaigrette over the top.  Jane was always impressed by Dr. Isles’ ability to make such ordinarily unappealing foods magically taste like heaven.  She ate heartily from every course that Maura dished out, and showered her lover with compliments and praise throughout the meal.

When they were finished, there was a slow, romantic jazzy sort of tune playing from the iPod system in the other room, and Maura looked pleadingly up at Jane, “Will you dance with me?”

Jane playfully rolled her eyes but took the doctor by the hand and slid away from the table.  They leaned in close to one another, nuzzling their heads together here and there, hands roaming slowly, longingly, soothingly.  They danced through two more songs before giving in to their passions, letting their lips meet, heavy with desire.  Jane’s hands roamed the doctor’s back, pulling her closer.  She kissed the smaller woman gently but fully, letting their lips and tongues do the dancing now.

Maura sighed with pleasure.  “I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” she whispered, threading her fingers through Jane’s hair.  “To you.  To making love with you.”

The tall brunette let out an involuntary whimper as she felt the doctor’s sculpted nails scratching along her scalp.  The thrill that zipped down her spine acted as a power surge.  She picked up the doctor with a growl, and practiced feet carried them both into the master bedroom.  Jane roughly dropped Maura onto the bed and crawled on top of her, softly stroking the silky smooth skin on the inside of her thigh just above the shiny black stockings Maura wore.  Kissing was not optional tonight.  Their lips were magnetized together and remained locked as the detective lowered herself against the doctor, grinding against her until Maura whimpered.