Jane followed Maura up the stairs, enjoying the view of Maura's bare ass in front of her. The doctor stepped into the bathroom and sorted her clothes in the appropriate hampers, one going to the dry cleaner. Jane dropped all of hers in a heap next to the bed, and jumped on the mattress, landing on her side, her head propped up on her hand. She patted the spot next to her when Maura came out of the bathroom, all the while admiring Maura's perfect body.

Maura smiled. She loved feeling Jane's gaze on her, the lust she could see in her eyes. She took her time reaching the bed and only set a knee up on it. She looked at Jane's lean, long frame stretched out on the bed, with her olive skin and dark hair. She sighed and crawled on all four on top of Jane. She dipped her head for a kiss, and when their lips connected, Jane wrapped her arms around her and rolled them over, so she was on top.

They both smiled into the kiss. Jane pushed herself up above Maura and paused.

"You're so beautiful," she murmured, breathless.

Maura offered a teary smile.

Men had always worshipped her body and appearance, but they usually became turned off by her quirky personality. Professionally, colleagues admired her intelligence and knowledge, but were intimidated by it as well.

Jane knew her inside and out. And Jane loved her for all that she was.

"Thank you," came the late reply, and she pulled Jane down to kiss her again.

They kissed for a long time, catching up on the frustrations of the last few weeks. Jane was a good kisser, Maura even better. They got acquainted with each other's mouth, tongue and lips. They tasted each other and breathed in their scent, realizing how much they had been craving it.

"I love how you smell," Maura whispered against Jane's mouth.

"You're the one who smells so good. I always want to snarf you when you walk into a room..."

Maura giggled. "Snarf?"

Jane looked at Maura and nodded. "Snarf! Like this."

The detective dove down into Maura's neck right below the ear and inhaled deeply, sniffing and kissing the sensitive skin, getting a noseful of Maura's scent. She hummed in appreciation. Caught in her own game, intoxicated by the fragrance, Jane opened her mouth and sucked along the jaw line and neck, which turned Maura's giggles into a long moan.

Maura tangled her fists into Jane's hair, and pulled her back onto her mouth. She was getting impatient.

Slowly, Jane started pressing her hips into Maura, wedging herself between her parted legs. Maura spread them apart on her own, and pushed back against Jane. They both groaned and broke the kiss to focus on the action instead.

The detective sat up on her knees and her hands went to Maura's breasts, teasing then pinching the nipples. Maura yelped and arched her back, pushing her breasts into Jane's hands. Jane contemplated the vision in front of her, in awe of Maura's body, arched impossibly high, her face turned up into the pillows. The sight was intensely erotic, and knowing she was the cause of it made her feel powerful and humble at the same time.

She swept her hands over Maura's stomach, and grabbed a handful of hips. She lifted and pulled Maura up against her, not knowing what she'd do like that, but suddenly understanding how men felt when fucking a beautiful woman. She wanted to fuck Maura, to possess her, make her scream her name and claim her. She wanted to be her whole world for just an instant, when she'd come undone in her arms.

Eyes hooded, Maura rolled her hips against Jane, hinting at her needs. Pushing her knee up, Jane slipped her hand between their bodies, and pushed 2 fingers inside of Maura. The doctor cried out in pleasure. Jane rocked her hips tentatively, pumping her fingers in and out with every move. Her other hand hooked under Maura's leg and up around her hip, maintaining a close connection. Jane got incredibly turned on by the wet slapping sounds their bodies were making. She started thrusting harder, urged on by Maura's whimpers.

Jane was panting hard, her abs and thighs hard at work. Maura grasped at her arm.

"Jane, hold me... Please..., I want to feel you."

Jane lowered herself on top of Maura, never breaking the rhythm. The sheen of sweat covering their bodies mingled, their skin cool on the surface but burning underneath. The doctor held on to Jane's neck for dear life, burying her face in the tangle of dark hair. She called out Jane's name over and over again, as Jane finally hooked her fingers up inside of her. The brunette felt Maura's nails dig into her shoulders and she moaned at the pleasurable pain.

Maura stilled abruptly, her hips shot up up, and Jane felt her walls clamp around her fingers. After a moment of silence, Maura cried out, and Jane lifted her head up to look at her, feeling Maura's orgasm rippling against her hand.

"Maura..., Maura, look at me... Please look at me."

Maura struggled to open her eyes, and she found the detective staring at her. She shared her climax with Jane, locked in an intense gaze, like nothing else existed in the entire world.

"I love you... I love you so much..." Jane murmured, choking on the words.

Maura didn't reply, her body still seizing intermittently, but she closed her eyes and a tear rolled down her temple. Jane leaned down to gently kiss her lips, easing her back down as the tremors subsided.

After a long minute of gentle cuddling, Jane rolled off to the side and wrapped her arms and legs around Maura.

"What about you?," Maura asked, unable to move, basking in a drowsy afterglow.

"I'm good." Jane hesitated. "Is it... okay if I stay?"

Maura smiled and turned in her arms to face her.

"Yes. Very okay. And you'd better be there in the morning so I can thank you properly."

She snuggled up closer and kissed Jane's lips to seal the deal.

"I love you," she whispered before drifting off to sleep.

"I love you too..."