A/N There is a joke in here that probably won't make sense if you don't follow the Jane and Maura twitter feeds, but it was too good to pass up.

Maura

I glanced over at the clock and let out a small sigh. The last two days, with the momentary exception of Frank Rizzoli's visit, had been nothing short of wonderful, but in less than an hour, the alarm would go off, and our little break from the world would be over, and we would have to leave the peaceful shelter of our bed, and go back to work.

It should have seemed strange. I'd never been particularly fond of my various lovers staying the night. With most, I hadn't allowed it. With some, I'd felt obligated to tolerate it. With a couple, I hadn't minded, but even then, I'd never been comfortable with what I thought of as the invasion of my personal space. But that Monday morning as I lay in Jane's arms, her body spooned against my back, I knew I never wanted to spend another night without her next to me, or wake up without her arms around me.

Despite all the times I've chastised Jane, patience had never really been one of my virtues. I was good about faking it, because very often, I enjoyed getting as much, or more, than having. Take my espresso machine for example. It took time to make each cup, but it was time I enjoyed spending.

Where Jane was concerned, however, any pretense at patience was threadbare, at best. We'd been together two days, and it was all I could do to restrain myself from asking her to move in with me. I kept having to repeat 'too much, too soon, too fast' to myself. I wanted forever, not to scare her off.

Part of me said I wasn't giving her enough credit, that I shouldn't make the mistake of underestimating her bravery again. I wanted to listen to that part of me. It was seductive, promising everything and promising it now. But I couldn't be sure it wasn't the greedy, impatient part of me.

I moaned softly as I felt Jane's teeth nip at my neck. Her arms tightened around me, and her right hand slipped up to cup my breast.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"How do you know I'm thinking anything?"

She chuckled as she nipped at my earlobe. "I can hear the hamster wheels rattling," she said.

I should have been offended, but the feel of her tongue sliding along the skin above my left carotid artery was sufficiently distracting to prevent any retort aside from another moan. Her left hand slid down, finding the hem of the silk slip I'd worn to bed and sliding under it. I shifted slightly, then lifted my left leg, hooking it over hers to give her better access as she ran her fingers over the edges of my labia.

"God," she whispered, "you're already wet."

All I could do was nod in reply as my right hand twisted the sheets, and my left gripped the silk fabric of the negligee I'd bought her. I bit down on my lower lip as she slipped her fingers inside. Whimpered as she pinched my nipple and twisted it, the shock of sensation making me nearly crawl out of my skin.

"There," I moaned as her thumb found a spot I knew I should know the name of, but the feel of her teeth tugging on my earlobe was so distracting, and I was drowning in the smell of lavender and sex.

I closed my eyes as the world melted away, until all that was left was Jane. Jane inside me, Jane stroking me, Jane's warm, soft body pressed against my back, Jane's teeth on my ear and throat, Jane's sent everywhere. She was like a tide rolling in, wave after wave washing over me, caressing every inch of me, until finally, I broke, panting and screaming her name.

When I came back to myself, her arms were both wrapped around me again, holding me so tightly, it was as if she was afraid I might vanish if she let go. I squirmed a little, and she loosed her hold enough that I could turn around in her arms and face her.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too." I studied her face for a moment, because she was beautiful, because I loved her, and because I could tell something was wrong. She wanted to ask me something, but she was afraid too.

"What is it, love?" The endearment slid off my tongue so easily, I didn't even realize I'd said it until I saw the way her face lit up. She leaned forward and kissed be, and morning breath be damned, I loved it.

After the kiss was over, she looked at me, and I could see the hesitation, the fear in her face, but my Jane, my brave, beautiful Jane, just took a deep breath, and asked anyway.

"You know I'm out at work now, right?"

I nodded. She'd spent nearly half an hour Saturday regaling me with the story of her indignation at Korsak and Frost's lack of reaction to her announcement.

She looked at me for a moment, and I knew she was gauging my reaction to her question. "Maura, I'm not just talking about Korsak and Frost. I'm not gonna take out an announcement in the news letter or anything, but..." She lowered her gaze, and her face flushed. "Okay, not the best place to look when I need to concentrate."

For a moment, I was confused, then I followed her gaze down, and realized just how low cut my slip was. I laughed, and when I looked up, Jane was grinning and chuckling too. I leaned forward, kissing her again.

"I'm not ashamed of you, Jane. In fact, I think I might take out an add in the newsletter, just so the rest of the force knows you're off the market."

Jane raised an eyebrow. "Getting a little possessive there?"

"I blame my upbringing. All that solitude. I never really learned to share."

Jane kissed me on the forehead. "Believe me. You've got nothing to worry about."

"Not even Kris from traffic? I know people in your family have a bit of a weakness for her."

Jane snorted. "Please. Have you seen the woman's shoes?"

"She wears the same brand as you."

"No she doesn't. I switched to Jimmy Choos, remember? I would have done it sooner if you'd told me he made such comfortable boots."

I laughed and glanced over at the clock. Half an hour until we had to get up. I reached up and none too gently pushed Jane over on her back, then climbed on top of her, straddling her.

"I think we should take turns," I told her, firmly.

"Turns at what?"

I pulled the negligee up with my left hand as I slipped my right hand down between us, running my finger through soft black curls, still damp from earlier. Jane gasped at my touch, and I smiled down at her.

"Being the guy."

We ended up being late to work that morning, but try as I might, I couldn't bring myself to care. I had Jane, and for the first time since I could remember, maybe the first time in my life, I had the promise of a future in which I wasn't simply content, but truly happy.

The End

A/N I just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who reviewed, followed and favorited this story. I was horribly nervous about posting it, but you guys have been fantastic, and I'm really glad you all enjoyed it.