A/N: So, yes, I should have been working on "Don't Say No" but I saw squirrels today and that's all I got to say about that!

Teaser

She watched the brunette from across the room, more intently then she should have but Maura couldn't stop. In a plain white t-shirt and boxers, with her long tresses gathered up and away from her nape, Jane dealt with the heat by pacing. The box fan pushed around warm air, its disinterest apparent. Maura eased further into the corner of the sofa. Each smooth line, every jutting bone demanded her attention but what really bothered Maura's equilibrium were the details. Droplets of sweat faltering over the flushed landscape of exposed skin was an inviting oasis for Maura's suddenly parched mouth. The elastic stretch of thigh muscles as Jane strode in front of the fan beseeched Maura to lightly bite down on them.

"I wish you'd sit down already." She didn't mean to sound so waspish, had really intended to inject a certain amount of sympathy into her tone.

"What's with you?" Evidently, Jane wasn't being agreeable either. Briefly she stopped pacing around long enough to stand directly in front of Maura.

The damp strands clinging to her neck…the dark outline of her nipples against the thin material…even the irritated scowl across her angular face…made Maura's insides twitch. Agitation fizzled along her skin, not unpleasant but rather exposed. Slowly it traveled downward. The sensation of its progress from one nerve to the other, how it leapt like miniscule sparks, fueled her eagerness.

Maura suddenly rose, the flash of irritation in verdant eyes not unnoticed by the other woman. Careful to keep her hands away from Jane, Maura nonetheless couldn't keep from gravitating toward her. The space between them almost crackled with temptation. It was insistent, damn near feral, how the muscles in her stomach contracted, how she was powerless to thwart the serpentine desire coiling within. Ridiculous, really, that it took so long for Maura to acknowledge her platonic feelings had been accompanied by more baser, sexual ones. Quickly she glanced at Jane and the slow roll descending from her lower abdomen brought with it a veritable wave of moisture between her clenched thighs.

"I'm…sorry. It's the heat, Jane." The answer wasn't entirely honest, of course, but it had enough truth to combat an onslaught of hives.

When she finally put some space between them, Maura's heartbeat stumbled. Jane's long fingers curled around her wrist, gently tugging her back within the brunette's proximity. Maura couldn't quite stifle a moan, unable to counteract the celerity of Jane's unexpected touch.

It was her husky voice that undid Maura. Feelings began to unfurl, disregarding any attempts Maura made to safely tuck them back in. Fatigue and the somnolent heat encouraged them to rise, to escape…to prompt action. Mentally she surrendered, no longer caring whether she made an ass out of herself by risking rejection. All the energy she had been burning to control her desire completely left her limbs. Like a receding tide, the rigidity left her and in its place a rush of bone-deep want overwhelmed her.

"Maura…" Her name on Jane's lips was raspy, confident.

Maura's eyes locked with Jane's.

Jane's grip tightened on her wrist. Slowly, her other hand ascended, fingertips brushing against the side of her throat, thumb skimming across her damp jawline. "You seem a little…tense." The observation held no amusement nor dramatic undertones.

Shifting toward Jane, the movement caused Maura a moment of aching sensitivity. The heat and dampness between her legs built upon itself. Private muscles spasmed and she was hard pressed not to capitulate to her body's urging.

Maura swallowed before responding, quickly licking her lower lip. Jane's eyes followed the motion then darted back to green ones. There was an infinitesimal change within the dark brown depths. Their seductive power was far greater than anything else Maura had come across before. They demanded and pleaded, waited and sought. She felt their intensity, was actually experiencing the first twinge of surrender under their tutelage. Everything was magnified. Each droplet of sweat was like a fingertip trailing down her skin and every breath a languid pull through her lungs. Caught in Jane's gaze, Maura moved a little closer, until their thighs grazed.

Whatever words she had thought to utter vanished, ensnared by the constriction in her throat. Deliberately Jane tugged Maura closer, their mouths no longer separated by more than an inch of space. Incapable of thought, Maura merely waited, breathless and anticipatory, hands at her sides. The shocking arc of arousal as their bodies melded when Jane pulled her close made Maura's eyelids droop.

"I can help with that."

Maura was vaguely aware of her head nodding. "If you think you can."

The brazen smile was gradual, not shy but thorough. It softened the fierceness of Jane's expression. Fingers released Maura's wrist and glided down her side to rest low on her hip. "I'm pretty skilled at this sort of thing."

Impatience crept into the hazy lassitude of Maura's arousal. Body humming and taut, she was in no mood to elongate the moment anymore. The fear of rejection had evaporated given Jane's overt interest. Maura, no longer content to be impassive, decided to vent the aggressive promptings which had gathered deep inside of her. Purposeful, she slid her open palms up the brunette's torso, pulling the shirt up and bunching it just beneath Jane's breasts. The slickness of her skin no longer soaked up by the material, Maura's hands moved with smooth strokes.

Jane's breathing became stilted. Inwardly Maura groaned when Jane's stomach muscles flexed. The need for control between them was rapidly disintegrating. Maura no longer cared. Before their lips ever touched, Maura's finger tips slid past the slack waistband of Jane's boxers. Jane's fingers instinctively clutched in blonde strands as her hips strained closer to those tempting fingers. Maura's entire body trembled, her fingers skimming over tight curls. The line of Jane's body was drawn tight. The point of no return was upon them and Maura found herself hesitating. She burrowed her face in the damp, flushed skin of Jane's neck but that too was a strong temptation. To garner some sort of control, Maura pressed her hand against Jane without travelling lower.

"Oh, god…" The moan barely departed her open mouth before she turned and touched her tongue to her friend's skin for the first time. The excitement cleaved through her like lightening, leaving a path of sensitivity so wide within Maura she bucked into Jane. Clamping her teeth down, trying so valiantly not to cause undue pain but knowing she was way past any sort of finesse, Maura grunted, her body surging. Jane, undone, did the only thing she could, the only thing her body wanted. She opened her thighs and grabbed the wrist that was in her boxers and unceremoniously yanked it down.

"Fuuuuuck…"

"Yesss…"

The silky wetness between her fingers wrought its own devastation. Maura, unable to withstand relentless swells of yearning, was dragged under. They sank to the couch, Jane half splayed over the cushions as Maura laid on top of her. Jane's ragged gasps fed the voracity of Maura's need. It was feverish and a little wanton, how their bodies accommodated each other. No longer cognizant of what she was doing, only knowing it had to be done, deeply and urgently, Maura plunged two fingers inside of Jane. Every fiber of her being was held in suspended awe. The tightness, the heat, the profundity of being encased within Jane's body stole every thought, every fortifying breath Maura possessed. Sweat lubricated their bodies as they slid along each other's surface in a disjointed rhythm.

Mouth open, teeth and tongue grazing every surface within distance, Maura sucked and bit, muffling her groans in damp places. Jane's hands were digging into her scalp and back, nails audaciously scoring flesh and Maura loved it, reveled in it. Jane's legs opened further, one heel dug into a cushion as the other foot anchored on the floor. The sensitivity was too much, a double edged sword wielding pain and stimulation. Maura arched her back, burying her fingers to the last knuckle then slowed things down.

Overly bright, Jane's eyes took on an obsidian gleam as they searched Maura's.

"Jane…" Maura slowly withdrew her fingers, teasing the hard clit and watching how Jane's pupils seemed to double in size.

Reacting, Jane arched her back, spread her legs. One hand released Maura around the waist and grasped the cushion. Maura's fingers circled, engorging the clit further as the lips swelled in greed.

"Maura…please…"

Something savage braided its along Maura's spine. She nipped Jane's chin then sucked on it, her tongue soothing and possessive as it wound its way toward Jane's mouth. Their harsh breathing filled the air. Blood pounded in their ears only to evacuate lower to infuse other, more needy parts. Jane straightened her spine, ducking her chin and suddenly, at long last, their lips were touching. Maura thrust her fingers inside Jane the second their tongues intertwined.