Sorry for the delay, I hope this makes up for it

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"Jane"

Jane cocked her head at the sound of her name.

"Let's go to your place".

Jane's breath caught. She turned, her eyes catching Maura's. Heat rose in Jane's stomach as she saw the look in the blonde's eyes. She nodded, her mouth suddenly too dry to speak.

The pair spent the rest of the car ride silent, Jane driving a little more erratically than normal, but Maura was too lost in her own thoughts to comment. She kept anticipating a wave of of nervousness to overtake her. Her fears of Jane rejecting her, of realizing she didn't want Maura, she kept waiting for her fears to wash over her, like they had every other time Jane's hands had slipped beneath her shirt, or her hips had pressed hard into hers. Instead all she felt were butterflies. That's the way Jane would describe the feeling anyway.

Before long, Jane had reached her driveway. She had never been so clearly propositioned, and she didn't know the protocol. She turned off the car, getting out slowly, trying to think of a game plan. She walked automatically to the other side, opening Maura's door. Maura stepped out, smiling at Jane. Maura reached down, wrapping their fingers together. It was the first time they had ever held hands, and Jane couldn't help but blush. She led them through the door.

Maura closed the door behind them. She set her bag on the side table and then turned to Jane, who was clearly very unsure of what to do. Maura grinned, staring at the tall, beautiful woman in front of her. She reached up, pulling a long dark curl between her fingers. The movement seemed to calm her, and Jane looked at Maura, her eyes warm and dark. The mood shifted, and without hesitation Maura's hand moved from Jane's hair to her chin, and she pulled them together, kissing Jane. Maura felt herself unconsciously melt into the detective as Jane's lips moved against hers. Jane's hands roamed through the spaces they had claimed before, Maura's hips, the dip in her back, up her arms and finally tangling in her hair. She felt Jane's mouth open against hers, and she brought her tongue forward, causing Jane's body to press flush against hers. Maura grabbed Jane's hips, pulling Jane's dress shirt up slightly. Jane hummed, and Maura hooked her fingers beneath the hem of her shirt, circling Jane's waist, the fabric giving way to Maura's hands, and for the first time Maura was able to feel Jane's skin, feel the way her breath hitched behind her abs. Jane dislodged her mouth from Maura's, and Maura gasped at the Jane's lips against her neck, her head swimming with the fact that Jane knew which spot beneath her ear made her weak at the knees. She smiled as another gasp escaped her. She felt Jane's lips dip lower, sprinkling kisses over her clavicle and onto the very tip of her cleavage. Jane pulled away, her chest heaving. Maura came out of her daze, and as she watched Jane look at her, realized that Jane had never had sex with a woman before.

"Jane" she whispered, "if you aren't ready we don't have to do this."

Jane looked at Maura for a long moment, her face unreadable. Finally, she shook her head. "Shut up Maura".

And Jane grabbed her, connecting their lips and pushing Maura against the door. Maura gasped, the air gone from her lungs. Jane grazed her teeth along Maura's lower lip and grabbed Maura's leg, hitching it over her hip. Maura's dress rode up, and Jane ran her hand up her leg, reaching behind her, gripping her butt and pulling them closer together. Maura' thoughts scattered, and she grabbed Jane' s shirt, yanking at it. Jane grunted, lifting Maura's other leg, and lifting her up. Without any sign of struggle she carried the other woman down the hall, pushing her bedroom door open and throwing Maura on the bed. Jane immediately followed, pushing her leg between Maura's as her mouth travelled up her neck again. At this point Maura's dress was gathered around her hips, and Jane ran her hands along the newly exposed skin, heat burning between her hips as her fingers caught the silk of Maura's underwear. She slipped her hands beneath the dress, exploring the plane's of Maura's stomach and hips. Maura arched her back, and once again yanked at Jane's shirt. This time she obliged, pulling her hands away from Maura's skin long enough to peel off shirt, not bothering to unbutton it. Maura stared at Jane, the contours of her stomach almost mathematical in their definition. Jane was in a simple black bra, and Maura pulled her down, placing a kiss on the skin beneath her breasts. She felt Jane's breath halt as Maura's lips moved over her, placing a long kiss where her breast met the bra, and as Maura's hands trailed down Jane's back she felt her shiver, and taking it as a sign of consent, she swiftly unhooked Jane's bra, pulling it around her shoulders. Jane lifted her arm, tossing it aside. Maura was quick to cover Jane's newly exposed skin with her mouth, feeling Jane's nipple grow hard between her lips. Maura felt her core pulsing against Jane's knee, and she ran her tongue from one of Jane's nipples to the other. Jane threw her head back, curls flying, and Maura realized where she was all over again, and she had to stop just to watch Jane. Jane shifted at the loss of Maura's mouth against her, and looked down, catching Maura's stare.

She grinned down at her, and Jane began pulling at the fabric of Maura's dress. Maura obliged instantly, removing the dress and settling back against the bed. Jane's head dropped, and so all Maura could see was the mass of Jane's curls as her lips grazed across the Maura's stomach. Maura shifted her hips, almost uncomfortable in her longing. Jane's kissed dipped lower on her abdomen, her teeth catching on the hem of Maura's underwear. Maura groaned, and Jane brought her mouth up to catch Maura's quickly before she moved to Maura's chest. Jane let out a deep growl as she roughly pulled Maura's bra cup aside, pausing briefly before kissing her bare breast. Maura's hips bucked at the feeling of Jane's tongue pressed against her nipple, and reached her hands between them, managing to unbutton Jane's slacks and shimmy them down. She immediately reached her hand between the brunette's legs, feeling Jane gasped as she pressed her hand against Jane's warm center. Even through her underwear Maura could tell how ready Jane was. Her fingers curled around the waistband of Jane's boyshorts. Jane grunted, opening her legs automatically. Maura slowly slid her hand under the fabric, and both of their breath caught as Maura felt Jane, wet and hot. She drew her fingers up the entirety of Jane's core, applying pressure as she passed her clit, before drawing her hand back up. Jane sighed at the loss of her, and with a quick kiss Maura shimmied out from under Jane, flipping her on her back. She pressed herself into Jane and kissed her neck as she trailed her fingers down from Jane's chin, between her breasts, past her belly button and finally, mercifully, back to Jane's center. She moved her fingers, and Jane twitched. Maura smiled, caught up in being able to see Jane. Jane's eyes closed as Maura curled first one, then two fingers inside of her. Jane's hips bucked and Maura quickened her pace. She felt Jane tighten around her and she switched back to her clit, deftly moving her hands until Jane's whole body tensed. Jane let out a strangled cry, before sinking deep into the bed, her chest heaving.

The pair lay silent for a few moments, Maura running her fingers down Jane's stomach, Jane with her fingers tracing patterns on Maura's leg. She turned her head, smiling lazily at Maura. "You know I was planning on doing you first."

Maura laughed, kissing Jane's nose.

"Don't worry detective, we have all night."