Prove It

Chapter 3/3

Disclaimer: Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles do not belong to me. No infringement intended and no profit will be made from their use.

A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews. This story was a lot of fun to write and I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed it. As requested, I'm getting this final chapter up as soon as I possibly could. Please enjoy all of the sexiness and silliness.

Jane leaned closer to Maura and said, "I'm gonna kiss you now."

A voice in the back of Maura's mind said "Finally." Maura, however, was incapable of forming any words, so she simply nodded and put both hands around the back of Jane's neck as Jane leaned farther forward.

Jane hadn't forgotten about Maura's dare but this was about so much more now. In the short amount of time they had been dancing a lot of things had become crystal clear for Jane, chief among them that Maura was everything Jane wanted and they needed to be kissing immediately. In addition, Jane knew in her ever-trustworthy gut that at that moment Maura felt the same.

Jane pressed her lips against Maura's and wrapped her arms tightly around Maura's waist, pulling Maura close to her. And it was fucking perfect. Maura's lips were impossibly soft and everywhere their bodies were touching Jane felt like she was on fire.

Maura's only coherent thought was that she needed more of Jane touching her. Maura broke the kiss and said into Jane's ear, "Take me someplace quieter."

Jane didn't need to be told twice. She grabbed Maura's hand and pulled her out the door and around the side of the building to the alley between the club and the next door office building. Jane pushed Maura against the wall of the club, from which they could still hear the thump of music. Jane pressed fully against Maura's body and returned her lips to Maura's.

There was nothing tentative about Jane now. She parted her lips and Maura followed her lead, allowing Jane's tongue entrance. Jane's hands roamed under Maura's shirt and along the soft skin of Maura's back. Jane's thumbs explored Maura's firm stomach. Maura's hands simply gripped the back of Jane's t-shirt and held on as if her life depended on it.

Jane's mouth moved to Maura's neck. She sucked on Maura's earlobe before slowly leaving a trail of kisses down Maura's neck to her shoulder. In between kisses Jane said, "Say it, Maura. You know what I want to hear."

"I was wrong," Maura whispered.

"Say it louder. I want to remember it."

Maura put her hands on Jane's face and pulled it back up so they were looking into each other's eyes before she said, loud and clear, "I was wrong."

Jane smirked before returning her mouth to Maura's neck. Jane's hands roamed higher until she was cupping Maura's breasts.

Maura grabbed Jane's hands and pulled them back down. "Jane, we can't."

"Yes we can. We should."

"No, I mean, not here. We can't have our first time be in an alley."

"Okay. Let's go to my place." Jane once again grabbed Maura's hand and started walking in the direction of her car.

"Why your place and not my house?" Maura asked.

"Because my apartment is closer and my mother doesn't live there."

"Very good point," Maura conceded. Maura let Jane lead her to the car and open the passenger side door for her. As Jane drove she laid her hand on Maura's thigh. Once at Jane's building they hurried upstairs and went immediately to Jane's bedroom. Jane practically threw Maura on the bed and began working on getting Maura's jeans off.

"Jane, I need to tell you something else. You were right."

"Yeah, you already told me."

"No, you were right about Ian."

Jane groaned and stopped wrestling with Maura's jeans. She sat down on the bed next to Maura. How could Maura bring up Ian at a time like this?"

Maura sat up and took Jane's hand. "Listen to me. I thought about it all week. He isn't the love of my life. Maybe in my twenties, when we first met, he was, or it seemed as though he was. But he isn't. You were right about everything. If I did love him, I would do anything to be with him. But I don't want to be with him. He's just a convenient excuse. When other relationships didn't succeed I could just tell myself that it's okay because Ian is out there somewhere and someday he'll come for me and we'll be together. But that isn't how I really feel. I don't want him."

"Okay, so I was right."

"It's not just that. I realized that I would follow you anywhere. You are the one I love, who I would do anything to be with."

"Yeah?" Jane smiled and looked at Maura for the first since Maura started talking about Ian.

"Yes. It's been you for a long time."

"Good, because I love you too," Jane responded and pushed Maura back down onto the bed and crawled on top of her.

In the morning, Jane found herself pressed against Maura's back, her arm wrapped possessively around Maura's waist. Jane pressed a kiss to Maura's neck once Maura began stirring. Maura turned over so she was facing Jane.

"Hey," Jane said. "Last night was real right? It wasn't part of some game?"

Maura silenced Jane with a kiss. "Of course it was real."

"That's really, really fantastic. And you don't have to worry about my reward for winning the dare. I already got it."

Maura started giggling almost uncontrollably. Once she got it somewhat under control she said, "I'm sorry, that was just so unexpectedly sappy. What happened to your butch persona?"

"I don't think we have to adhere to a strict butch-femme dynamic," Jane said. "You can be butch sometimes if you want."

"Challenge accepted," Maura replied, smiling at the fact that Jane had obviously paid attention to her discussion of the history of lesbian relationships and identities.