A/N: I felt like I needed to write Jane's POV...

It's been a rough week. Three murders and two unattended deaths have left us all on edge, wound so tight the tension in the squad room is palpable. At seven o'clock, when it's just me left, I manage to peel myself away from my desk and mountain of paperwork in search of Maura.

It still kind of freaks me out how much I need her. How, whenever I'm having the day from hell, she somehow seems to know and gives me that encouraging little smile of hers from across the room and everything seems to brighten just a little bit. I'm not entirely sure when I started to have feelings for Maura that went beyond our platonic friendship, but I do know that the daydreams and musings are getting all too frequent (and scarily realistic). I feel a surge of happiness that starts in my stomach and spreads to my fingertips when I see Maura through the glass of the autopsy bay, carefully packing up her last case of the day.

"Hey Maura, I was wondering if..."

She cuts me off before I can extend an invitation to my place to unwind after this hellish stretch, talking about her plans for wine and a bubble bath. I feel my cheeks grow hot at the mental image of Maura in a bathtub and I mumble my excuses as I flee the morgue.

I can hear her heels clicking down the hall behind me and I wonder how the woman can move so quickly and gracefully in those stilts she calls shoes. I duck into the bathroom to avoid a confrontation, not ready to face her as I try to erase the bubble bath image from my brain.

When I hear the front doors click shut behind her, I steal guiltily from my hiding place and slink out to my unmarked, still parked faithfully at the front door.

On the drive home I have to swerve to miss a fat racoon that trundles onto the road ahead of me because I am so wrapped up in fantasy. Shaking my head, I try to get a grip and focus on driving, somehow making it home in one piece.

I strip the moment I walk into my bedroom, losing my trademark work attire in favour of a well-worn plaid shirt and a pair of sweats before grabbing a beer from the fridge. I'm on my third when I see Maura's car pull up in front of my house. I rise to meet her at the door, beer bottle in hand and beyond curious as to what sparked her change of heart.

When she greets me Maura's voice is simultaneously sandpaper and silk; it sends chills up my spine that I have to work hard to suppress. On autopilot, I invite her inside, inhaling sharply when she brushes past me closer than is strictly necessary. I snap to attention when I realize she's asked me a question and I take a moment as my brain catches up. I'm hurt when she asks if I trust her but I try to hide it by turning to lock the door as I answer her.

I'm shocked when I turn around to find Maura so deeply in my personal space that it's hard to tell where she ends and I begin. Her next question catches me really off guard and, not trusting myself to vocalize an answer; I just nod and promise to be good. My brain is moving at the speed of light, trying to figure out just exactly how far Maura is willing to push tonight. My question is all but answered when she presses her body flush to mine and I inhale sharply at the unexpected contact. I can focus on nothing but how good she feels.

"Don't you find it exhausting Jane? Your need for absolute control of everything, all the time?"

My heart nearly stops when she asks me this and against my will I'm rocketed back to that day Patrick Doyle took her from me. I open my mouth to tell her that losing control terrifies me, that feeling helpless is my definition of hell. When I'd answered that blocked number I wasn't lying, I'd have given anything to get Maura back to me unharmed. She presses a finger to my lips; a rhetorical question I guess.

Her name slips unbidden between my lips and I can't suppress the shiver that rolls down my spine this time, anticipating whatever punishment Maura has in mind for me.

It's a brief flicker of fear I feel at first, when Maura clicks my own handcuff around my wrist, but it segues quickly to anticipation and desire as she nudges me down the hall, lust clearly painted in her eyes. I am obedient when she asks me to raise my hands, lifting them above my head and letting Maura snap the second cuff into place. Nervously I glance up, tugging on the cuffs to see if she's really secured me; I'm not surprised to find that she has.

Maura tells me a safe word and I almost giggle that she uses her tortoises' name but I refrain as she covers my eyes with black silk. I'm pretty sure I whimper as she begins to unbutton my top, it seems like Maura is planning on breaking all the rules tonight. I want so badly for her to touch me but Maura seems intent on making me beg, her fingers never even ghosting across my flesh as she makes short work of my outfit. I'm embarrassed at how much I want her, how close I already am to begging her to take me but I bite my lip, snapped back to reality by her sharp slap on my calf.

"I'm afraid you've been a bad girl Jane. You spoke out of turn. And bad girls need to be punished, don't they Jane?" I nod because there's nothing else I can do.

I can tell Maura is behind me now and the anticipation is starting to drive me mad. I want her to touch me so badly. I cry out in surprise at her first strike, feeling myself grow wetter with need. She continues for five or six slaps, I am lost in her touch and lose count, my body jerking with each contact, the cuffs rattling above my head. I know I'm going to have marks from them in the morning. The air cools significantly around my body when Maura steps away and I bite back a whimper. I hear her click down the hall in her red heels and I wonder where she is going. I strain against the cuffs, tilting my head to try and get a sense of where she's disappeared off to.

It feels like forever when I hear her come back down the hallway, the sex in her walk evident even without the use of my eyes. I want to ask her what the hell she thinks she's doing, what made her decide that this would be okay but I'm afraid if I open my mouth, I'll break whatever spell is holding us here and she'll flee, so I bite my tongue.

The extreme warmth of her lips is a pleasant shock on my neck and I can't suppress the groan that escapes, nor can I stop the sound of disappointment when she pulls away yet again. When her lips return they are icy cold and my body bucks into Maura's at the surprise and I moan her name, earning myself another slap on my already tender ass. She continues down my body, paying special attention anywhere I give even the slightest indication of liking. I never know if her lips and tongue will be hot or cold when the hit my skin and the sensation is making me feel pleasantly off balance and a little bit dizzy.

Maura sinks her teeth hard into my hip, and the sound that escapes me this time is all but animal. I have to smirk as I hear her blouse and jeans hit the floor, I am consumed with thoughts of her lithe body, nearly naked before me. I think she's asking me a question and I have to pull myself out of my lust induced haze to think of an answer. What I come up with is less than articulate and contains Maura's least favourite word,

"Touch me, fuck me, just stop teasing," I can hear the desperation in my voice. I'm not surprised by the slap this time but I am shocked by Maura's follow through and I push shamelessly into her hand. A strangled sob escapes me when Maura pulls out to untie my blindfold. I beg. I don't think I've ever needed release this badly. Maura obliges, dropping to her knees before me. It doesn't take me long to get to the brink of orgasm, Maura has worked me up more thoroughly than anyone else ever has but I fight the climax, hating to be so vulnerable in front of another person.

Sensing my reluctance, Maura pulls away and soothes me before pushing me completely over the edge. I think I scream as I orgasm, the cuffs biting into my wrists as they and Maura take my full weight. When Maura sets me upright my legs are unstable and I slump bonelessly into her arms, allowing her to lead me to the bed. I don't think I've ever been more relaxed.

It takes me a few minutes to regain my faculties, and while I come around, I lay in Maura's embrace, enjoying the trail of her fingers ghosting over my hyper-sensitive flesh. When I can focus again, I take her face in my hands and kiss her deeply, something I've been dying to do all night. I take a moment to enjoy the view before me of the honey blonde hair splayed haphazardly across my pillow, the contrast of black lace and pale Irish skin and the fishnets disappearing into what I can only describe as "fuck-me-pumps." I comment on her outfit as I strip it away, smirking as Maura winces when one of the heels hits the floor less than gracefully. I enter her quickly and it doesn't take long before she's screaming my name, begging for release. I don't think she's even aware she's speaking, she's so lost in my touch and with a few more thrusts and a well-timed curl o my fingers, I feel Maura splinter around me.