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No no no no no. No no. This could not be happening. When did this start happening? When did the thought of a woman kissing her best friend – HER BEST FRIEND, become her worst nightmare? She felt physically ill as images of Maura's hands on another woman haunted her. But what struck her most, more than anything else, was what she imagined before the honey blond told her it wasn't her in the painted imagine. She had been imagining her own mouth, her own hands on Maura. It took her all of 10 seconds to wake herself up from the daze Maura put her in and head to her bedroom. When she got there the door was closed.

Jane began pacing outside the closed door, what was she doing? She couldn't just step inside and kiss Maura senseless. What if they got together and broke up? Could she stand losing the one person in the world she actually truly needed? Wow… Needed? Since when did she need anyone? Her pacing was growing quicker by the second. Oh, but the feel of Maura's breath on her ear. Or the sight of that soft pulse point on her neck when she bent down and whispered in her ear. Jane let out a low grunt, God she wanted to kiss her. Has she been in denial all this time? She knew she cared about the M.E. but this was never an actual possibility, not one to seriously consider anyway. Finally, she stopped pacing and made the decision. This was a risk she needed to take. These were feelings she needed to follow through. What if she didn't, and Maura actually did start dating someone? All she had to do, was open the door and talk to her friend. Just talk to her god damn it! standing in one place and taking in a well needed breath. She put her hand on the handle, trying to find the courage to open it, only to find she didn't have it. She drew her hand back and started pacing again.

Maura swung the door open. She stood there wearing her pearl silk pajamas and a reprimanding look, looking as gorgeous as ever "Will you please stop pacing outside my door, if you must kee…"

The honey blond couldn't finish her sentence, eager lips were covering her mouth, while two strong hands were holding her head. Jane's momentum, made her step back, but they didn't let go of each other, turning towards the nearest wall, the taller woman had Maura pinned up against it. The memory of how exhausted they both were two minutes ago forgotten.

"I take it… you… didn't like that image". Maura said between kisses.

"Oh I liked it. I loved it, up until that other woman showed up…" Jane smirked and started kissing the shorter woman's neck "That was a low blow by the way". Maura just moaned as her hazel eyes shut. The brunette kept murmuring between kissed "If I…had known kissing…you would feel this…umm…good…"

"Enough." Maura grunted, and Jane stopped immediately and withdrew her hands, a hurt and confused look beginning to appear in her chocolate eyes. The honey blond missed those hands and lips as soon as they were gone, she pushed Jane from her waist, back until her knees buckled after reaching the bed, and explained between kisses "Enough talking. Your lips should be too busy to speak".

Jane swallowed down the chuckle that was an the edge of her throat, as Maura climbed on her lap saying "Studies show that relationships that begin with sex have a rather small chance of success, so if you feel we have to wait I'd appreciate it if you could tell me now…"

"Really? No, you're serious right now? No! No! I would not like to wait."

"O.K, O.K relax. I just know how you feel about sexual intercourse that's all"

"O.K. Maura. No more talking." The brunette kissed the woman sitting on top of her. "And no calling it sexual intercourse either!"

"Now who's…" Jane filled her onto the bed, pressing her lips to the honey-blonds' lips and effectively ending the conversation.

When Jane woke up, she found her hands enveloping a very naked Maura and her body spooning her. Pulling her further in, she smiled and almost hummed while sniffing the hair spread in front of her.

"This is a great way to wake up…" she murmured.

A satisfied "hhmmmm…." Was the only replay she got.

"You know, you never did answer my question" Jane mumbled and kissed Maura's neck.

"Which one?"

"What happened to me not being your type and you not wanting to sleep with me?" The brunette turned Maura to her and started kissing her chest just below the neckline.

"You're not. My type I mean… And much like you, I didn't realize back then that I really did want to sleep with you." The detective's head disappeared beneath the cover to keep kissing the exposed skin. "Who knew you'd be this insatiable…" The honey blond added.

Jane popped her head back up "Are you complaining?"

"Not at all, babe. Not at all."

The End.