I'm struggling with how I want to finish Forgiveness and Love and many of you wanted me to toss in a steamy scene between our favorite duo, but I didn't feel that it fit the dynamic I wanted for that story. However, I decided to create this piece for you while I figured out what I'm doing for that story. That, and I sat down to write for my other fandoms since I've been neglecting them and ended up typing this up. You can see how well that worked.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. The chapters are short, but they'll be uploaded all at once.

Enjoy

Her hazel eyes haunted her sleep. God, Jane just wanted to be able to sleep through a night without waking up at three a.m. and needing to take a cold shower. She probably could have just taken care of the tension in bed. If she did, she might have found herself asleep faster and longer. But it felt wrong, so long as all she could see when she did it was those hazel eyes.

"Fuck…" she moaned as she slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom. It was hard to convince Maura she was fine to go home alone tonight, but she was glad she did. How the fuck would she explain waking up for a shower at three in the morning? It was unlikely that her friend would sleep through her getting out of bed; the woman was practically trained to wake up if Jane got up.

It was getting harder for Maura to believe everything was fine. It had been three weeks since their last sleepover.

It had been three weeks since Jane lost control of her body because of the dreams and nearly came just before waking up next to Maura in her bed.

Jane has always been attracted to Maura, ever since that first day they came across each other. Of course, then they started butting heads because there was no way this gorgeous woman in designer clothes was the M.E. And even once that was settled, they argued over the "reddish-brown stains" and the cause of death. A few weeks later at a new crime scene, Jane caught a couple of the uniforms calling Maura "Doctor Death" and "Queen of the Dead." Judging by Maura's face when she had overheard them, Jane knew that the woman was hurt by the names and therefore proceeded to rip the two guys a new asshole. And no one wanted to mess with Detective Rizzoli.

After that, they started talking on a friendlier note despite still arguing over details at crime scenes. Jane started bringing down lunch when she realized Maura didn't leave the morgue during the day. Maura would bring in coffee in the mornings for them when she knew Jane was having a tough case. They would talk about little things, like family and work.

But it wasn't until when Hoyt escaped and Jane ran to Maura's house that Jane realized that she wasn't just attracted to Maura. It had been easy to ignore the feelings she felt when she and the M.E. were interacting on a professional level. But lying next to her in the woman's guest room definitely crossed into personal. And knowing that Maura had been visited by Dean in the middle of the night only made Jane realize that, yes, she most definitely had feelings for the doctor.

Even with this realization, she didn't let it change the way she acted with her friend. At least, not that she was aware.

Not even when she was faced with a crying Maura announcing that someone else was the love of her life did she let her true feelings show. No, faced with the knowledge that Maura didn't feel anything more than friendship for her and probably never would, Jane held her close until she had cried all of her tears and fell asleep. Then she proceeded to reorganize the kitchen so that Maura wouldn't wake up and have to look at what her mother had done to the place, though she was sure that Maura would end up redoing it even after Jane rearranged everything.

It became even more apparent that she couldn't tell Maura her feelings when they'd faced Hoyt in the prison infirmary and killed the bastard. How could she tell Maura she loved her when she'd allowed her to face Death? No, Jane knew she couldn't tell Maura her feelings.

And even through all of that, she was able to control her feelings, even when they were cuddled up watching a movie until midnight on the couch and then moved to the bedroom to sleep when it ended.

At least, it was great until she woke up that first time just before she came and Maura's back up against her front and her arms wrapped protectively around the woman.

Jane hissed as she stepped into the cold spray, the water hitting her hot skin and caressing sensitive nipples. She stood there with the water running down her body, waiting until it was cooled off and desensitized enough for her to sleep again.

"I need to get laid," she stated aloud, and then sighed when she saw hazel eyes. No, she wouldn't be able to go out and find a random fuck. And dating someone just for sex wasn't going to work.

She needed to be fucked by Maura.