A/N: Thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, followed, and favourited. You are all very kind. This is the final chapter, folks. It's a little longer than normal, but that's a good thing, right?

RATING CHANGE: Smut warning. If smut is not your thing then the story ended at the last chapter, to the rest of you, enjoy!

Strictly speaking, it's not my very first attempt at smut since I helped Spearlike Mage with some of her hottest chapters (give them a read if you're brave enough!) but I'm still very new to writing compared to the talent in this fandom and it's always easier to expand on someone else's ideas than come up with your own. It took a while to decide where to take this in the end but still keep it new and different, so I guess what I'm saying is go easy on me and sorry for the delay!

R&R if you're so inclined.

Maybe see you around here again sometime, or find me on Tumblr at the same username.

Nic

Chapter Eight – Staying for Breakfast

It had started off slowly enough, with tentative and exploratory foreplay, all gentle touches and whispered questions, curious caresses and sweet kisses.

Having no previously conceived expectations, Maura had thought, would serve them well in removing any timidity or nervousness from the equation tonight. Ultimately, she was correct about the former and very wrong about the latter, though, surprisingly, it was she who had fallen prey to uncertainty and performance anxiety and not the detective. Logically, she knew this was normal, despite her age and experience – after all she had driven a car for years and still been nervous the first time she rode a motorcycle – but still she had been frustrated.

But then, Jane had paused to reassure the blonde that nothing between them was fragile enough to be shattered by this development if it didn't go well; that theirs was a friendship already formed and moulded into something else, something more. This was just a final step; something they could do, as in all things, together. And they would be stronger for it.

There was a hand in her underwear and she kept forgetting to breathe. Tremors ran through her limbs and her eyes were clenched so tightly shut she felt dizzy.

She could feel it build and then leave; it was there and then it wasn't, over and over. The more she concentrated the faster it fled. No, no, no. Please.

Jane's fingers stilled and she brought her face close to Maura's once more. "Look at me," she whispered. "Hey, hey, come on…" Maura obeyed when she asked gently, "Open your eyes, honey."

The detective's dark eyes burned her skin and she couldn't prevent the desperate, tremulous gasp that left her constricted chest.

"It's me… alright? It's just me. I can stop if you -"

It was out of the question and Maura gripped Jane's wrist preventing any retreat, "No!"

Jane smiled, rubbing the tip of her nose against the blonde's, glad they both still wanted to go through with this, "Okay, then… just relax. Stop over-thinking it."

Lips connected and quiet moans followed but the brunette's fingers remained still, providing only light pressure at Maura's clit.

They breathed through parted lips, inhaling and exhaling each other between wet kisses. Their eyes locked and never wavered until Maura's hips began to move against the anchor of Jane's hand.

It hadn't taken the doctor more than a minute or two from that point on to settle the nerves that had held her climax frustratingly at bay for more than ten long minutes. Bolstered by yet more heartfelt words, she surrendered to the brunette's patient ardour. The tumbling butterflies were quickly smothered; her abdomen overtaken instead by contractions that shocked in their intensity and left her shaking long after.

Uncensored moans and whispered prayers of praise were released, far louder than she'd ever been with anyone else, while words of desire further encouraged and praised her once more. Jane couldn't get enough of the noises she made and by her second, life-changing, freefalling rapture, with Jane's fingers buried deep within her, she couldn't have held them in if her life depended on it.

Heated dampness filled every crease of her skin and covered every plane of her body by the time Jane's mouth and fingers caused an orgasm to explode within her for the third time. The bed sheets were in complete disarray. Under normal circumstances, she would have been eager to get them laundered but the feel of her own ejaculate clinging to her thighs and buttocks along with the damp patch she could feel beneath her legs was oddly satisfying. Her limbs were leaden and her muscles shivered, reinforcing her unwillingness to rise. She felt wanton and sexy beyond any previous sexual encounter and she revelled in it.

Rushing blood still thundered in her ears as her heart raced inside her chest. There had been a moment, perhaps more than one, where she thought she might be dreaming. It was startling and wondrous to realise, though her eyes may have been squeezed tightly shut, that she was in fact wide awake.

Simply put, along with her favourite pair of lace panties, Jane Rizzoli had just ripped everything Maura thought she knew about good sex to shreds.

Maura lay panting heavily, audibly fatigued, her once immaculate hair a mess of tangles upon her downy pillow. With her generous breasts exposed, she felt the sharp dig of her bra clasp where it bit into her ribs, the article twisted askew and covering absolutely nothing, but still securely fastened around her midriff. She hadn't the energy or the inclination to remove it.

Her lower half was bare and she gently gripped the top edge of the duvet where it rose to meet her navel, providing some semblance of modesty though she couldn't ascertain why she needed it now.

A quick wriggle of her foot confirmed the location of her panties, or what was left of them, beneath the covers at the end of the bed.

Jane panted just as loudly where she lay on her back at Maura's side, but it was quite clear she would recover, yet again, much faster than the blonde. She looked a little smug as it occurred to her to tease Maura later about the aerobic benefits of sparring sessions or trips to the gym over sunrise yoga.

With the help of an elbow and a twist of her hips, the Italian dragged her body further up towards the headboard. She scooped a discarded pillow off the floor with her left hand and stuffed it unceremoniously behind her, a great whoosh of air being released as her head fell back heavily. She covered up to her chest with the duvet, overheated legs kicking out to the side and over, before clearing unruly, damp locks from her face.

Jane looked out into the dimly lit room and sighed, the last remnants of her exertion released in a puff of satisfaction. "So, Dr. Isles, what would Freud say about that?"

Maura inhaled deliberately slowly. "I don't know but I think Dr. Horney would be very proud of us."

Jane slapped her arms down by her sides on top of the duvet and lifted her head as her eyebrows reached her hairline. "Dr. Horny?! Now I know you just made that up."

Maura chuckled lightly. "Karen Horney of the Berlin Institute; she challenged Freud's beliefs on the development of female sexuality. He thought that clitoral orgasms were an adolescent phenomenon and that after puberty women should only experience vaginal orgasms."

Jane scoffed quietly. "Hardly seems fair."

"Well, of course not. At the very least it would encourage feelings of inadequacy in women unable to orgasm from vaginal intercourse and studies show that could equate to as much as forty-five percent of the adult female population."

Jane nodded solemnly. "Wow." Those poor women.

"Indeed."

Contentment was rolling off Jane in waves as she let out another loud sigh, "I feel great."

Parched and with no desire to leave the softness of her bed, Maura propped herself up on an elbow and reached over to the bedside table. She greedily gulped the last of her wine and set the empty glass back down. Turning back to Jane, she paused, "I feel…"

Jane's eyebrows drew together, apprehensive and worried. Is she gonna kick me out? Did I just ruin everything? "What?"

But then Maura smiled, sweetly and with a shyness Jane had never seen before, and their eyes were pinned forcefully on nothing but each other.

"I don't know… different somehow." Released, set free.

It didn't matter that the blonde couldn't verbalise it; the brunette could see it written all over her beautiful face anyway and she returned the sentiment with a beaming grin of her own.

Deliberately lowering her voice, Jane tucked her arms below the duvet and proceeded to encroach onto Maura's side of the bed, drawing their bodies close together again. "Well, give Dr. Horny my sincerest thanks next time you see her and let her know –"

Maura leaned back against the headboard as the detective crawled over her on hands and knees.

"I intend to continue disproving Freud's crazy ideas at every… possible… opportunity." It was the little wink she added that caused Maura to smirk.

Jane's mouth was only a hair's breadth away when Maura deadpanned, "She died, Jane… in 1952."

Sitting back on her heels, thighs spread where they straddled the blonde's pale legs, Jane let the duvet fall behind her revealing the full measure of her own nakedness as well as Maura's. "Whatever. I think my data is conclusive; I'm three for three." She leaned in to punctuate her challenge with kisses. "You are definitely not one of the forty-five percent… but I believe your research… needs more attention."

Maura sat up and reached her hands around to grip Jane by the ass. Their hips slid together and the blonde relished the feel of their breasts pressing together. She held the brunette's body to her tightly, squeezing possessively, her palms splayed over Jane's upper and lower back. Tilting her chin upward she met the detective's heavily-lidded gaze and her breath caught. Her voice barely a whisper, her heart fractured in her chest at the onslaught of emotion she could barely keep contained, "When I climaxed, you came, too, every time. How did you do that?"

Their lips were practically touching as Jane's quirked into a tiny smile. Her arms were slung over Maura's shoulders and she was enjoying how tightly she was clutched to the blonde's soft body. "How could I not? The feel of you… outside… inside, the sound of you, how I feel about you… I touched myself too, only the last time, the first two times was all you, but even then it was better because of you."

Maura swallowed and nodded slowly, relaxing her hold and reaching a hand up to brush the backs of her fingers down Jane's face. God, how I love that freckle.

Their foreheads met gently and Jane began to stroke a hand up Maura's back, continuing under her hair, to caress the nape of her neck. Resisting a shiver, Maura sighed lightly and breathed softly again into Jane's neighboring mouth. "This was so… unexpected. How did I not see this, see you, before?" Her fingers stroked Jane's sternum, the space between her breasts spattered with another handful of dark freckles.

"I didn't see this coming either, not until tonight. Until I heard that jerk in the bathroom and it kinda hit me in the chest."

"You weren't what I was planning for when I climbed into that taxi tonight."

"I know. And you freaked out on me."

"I freaked out, but… I don't feel that way now. I'm calm and everything makes sense. It's like you flipped a switch or something."

Jane arched an eyebrow and within a second Maura was pinching the skin of her hip sharply. "Ow!"

"I'm serious, despite the fact I know it took all your willpower not to make a joke about 'pressing my button' just now -"

"Pushing your –" Jane cleared her throat quietly. "Never mind. I know what you mean. I never thought to gatecrash any of your dates before, maybe if I had we'd have been doing this much sooner."

Maura kissed her lips lovingly, reached her right hand between Jane's spread thighs and ran her fingers through wet folds, "This?"

Gripping Maura's shoulders, Jane gasped, "Yes." She ground her hips into Maura, the other woman pressing fingers further into her sex and Jane shuddered. Grasping the doctor either side of her face, they kissed passionately with dancing tongues and shared moans.

Breaking apart, Maura moved her free hand down to Jane's ass once more and encouraged the brunette's rocking motions with a push-pull of her arm.

"It never… felt like this… before," Jane stuttered, feeling her clitoris and labia swell with her arousal. As Maura's fingers finally disappeared all the way into the slick depths of her opening a rush of breath escaped her lungs and she groaned.

"You feel it?" Jane nodded. The detective had closed her eyes and let her head fall back so Maura pressed her mouth to the older woman's throat, her lips rubbing over damp skin with every sultry word. "This is what you did to me. What no one has done to me before. This is how it felt to have you moving deep inside of me."

"Ohhh… God."

Jane was trying to lean back slightly, to push harder onto Maura's fingers as they stroked and pressed inside her tight vagina, and so Maura removed the hand that had been gripping the firm globe of the brunette's ass and lifted her knees. Giving her lover something to lean against, she moved her free hand to caress and squeeze a soft, luscious breast.

Jane gasped again at the feel of Maura's fingers, her dark nipple tight and hard and begging to be pinched. "Ugh, God." It shot electric jolts down her body, between her legs, sharply painful and delightfully exquisite. God, I need more of her.

Jane moaned with every push and curl of the doctor's fingers, her hips gyrating and her abdominal muscles screaming in pleasure. For long minutes she felt it build up, her moans getting closer together, volume and pitch increasing, her hips moving faster and harder, wanting to take all of Maura inside her and never let go.

Her right hand reached backward towards the bed, extended fingers supporting some of her weight as the left palmed the breast Maura had yet to lavish attention on.

Maura leaned forward and surrounded Jane's right nipple with her warm, wet mouth, circling her tongue over and over, sucking, and nibbling with her teeth before repeating all over again.

This, coupled with the repeated, firm pressure to her upper, inner wall quickly drove Jane higher than she'd ever been before. The strength of building pressure between her legs and the burning coil in her abdomen was new and unusual.

When release finally came and Jane's vaginal muscles spasmed, Maura removed her fingers and frantically rubbed the hard, bundle of nerves at the top of Jane's cleft. She whispered reverently as her own clit twitched in empathy, in awe of Jane, her beauty and her pleasure, "That's my girl. Let it go. That's it. Come for me."

Jane's upper body shot forward and she cried to the Lord repeatedly as contractions she couldn't stop forced liquid to squirt out onto and run down Maura's abdomen. They'd never been this strong before, "Ugh… ugh… ugh… oh…. god." She held onto Maura for dear life, clutching the blonde's head to her breast as the doctor's fingers spread wetness all over her folds and clit and steadily began to slow. "Oh my god, Maura," she panted. "You… oh my god."

Maura's arms were wrapped around Jane once again, stroking her back when their foreheads met once again. "You're amazing, Jane," she breathed.

Jane chuckled as Maura kissed her cheeks, her forehead and the tip of her nose before claiming her lips. After returning the affection with a deep, slow, toe-curling kiss of her own, she husked, "I was just about to say the same thing about you."

She pressed her body forward, forcing Maura to lie back down. Lifting one leg she pressed her knee between Maura's thighs, parting the younger woman before settling fully in between.

Leaning on an elbow, Jane ran her hand over Maura's belly, appreciating the heat and slickness she had left there. The doctor murmured as she watched the detective slip a finger into her mouth and suck. That was enough for Jane to know she couldn't ignore the urge.

Lowering her body down the bed, she immediately pushed her face into Maura's stomach. She kissed and licked the wetness from her skin, mouth trailing from navel to bikini line, her deep voice muffled but no less arousing, "So fucking sexy."

Maura's hips writhed and she grabbed handfuls of dark hair, but she didn't have to direct Jane's mouth to where it was needed; it was already there. Arching her back she welcomed Jane's tongue and the pumping surge of her hips began. She could feel it coming fast, it burned so deliciously she never wanted it to end and yet she didn't want to wait a second more. "Aaaaaah… God, Jane. So good. Don't stop, baby."

The sweet little pet name did nothing but spur on the detective. She gripped Maura around the thighs and pulled her even harder into her mouth.

Several more short, firm strokes just below her clit were enough to spin Maura's world in the opposite direction. Her pants of "Oh, Jane. I'm gonna… I'm… you're gonna make me…" were replaced with screams of "Oh, ohh, ohhh," as her sex convulsed and throbbed and her blood pounded through her pussy.

Jane was grinning like a cat that just licked clean a bowl of double fucking cream as Maura pressed her hands over eyes and continued to pant like she'd run the Boston marathon. A sense of satisfaction she couldn't beat and rightness she couldn't explain spread through her again. She witnessed an errant twitch here and there run through Maura's body, making her muscles jerk and her breasts jiggle as she groaned quietly in pleasure. Take that, Freud.

As the impulses lessened and the older woman began to move, Maura reached her arms out and was rewarded with a body settling completely atop her. "Come here," she whispered, pulling them firmly together. She inhaled sharply as their sexes touched, her sensitive clit stimulated once more. She couldn't help push up her hips but it was too much all the same. "Stay… just stay," she breathed in Jane's ear, strong hands holding her hips in place.

The brunette nodded her understanding; as amazing as it felt to have their most intimate parts touching, all wet and warm and arousing beyond belief, it was enough for now just to be held. For now.

Wagging a long, tan index finger at Maura's coffee cup and then motioning towards the front door, Jane was getting impatient, "You promised we could go work on this case today and I was a good little detective and didn't harass your staff last night or this morning, so come… on."

Maura didn't budge from her spot behind the island, "Just because you fill your stomach at an unhealthy rate doesn't mean I have to. It's no wonder you have a glove box full of medication for gastroesophageal discomfort."

"It's not all mine," Jane smiled tightly, knowing Maura wouldn't buy it. "Some of it belongs to Frost."

Maura just arched an eyebrow and sipped some more from her cup.

Jane shucked on her suit jacket and appraised Maura's cleavage in what was a very flattering dress. "I'm glad I don't have that adermo-foo-foo disease."

"Adermatoglyphia; genetic abnormality, not a disease," Maura corrected as she gathered the brunette's empty coffee cup and turned to place it in the sink.

Lowering her voice to a whisper and leaning her elbows on the island counter the detective confessed, "I'm happy knowing I left my prints all over you. No one can see 'em, but I know they're there."

Maura cocked her head to the side; she was amused and aroused but couldn't help the honesty or logic that followed as she turned back around. "Unlikely, since I already showered. Latent prints on skin are notoriously hard to recover since any kind of movement or touch can remove them."

Standing up tall with car keys in hand, Jane pushed out her lower lip and whined, "You had to ruin it with science."

"Yes," she laughed, genuinely sorry. "But you'll thank me. The next time a body is reported less than an hour after death you'll remember this and it just might be crucial evidence that breaks your case." She breathed slowly, Jane seemed very impressed at that and even preened a little at the thought, of course the doctor didn't mention that she was always likely to arrive at the body first anyway and if anyone was going to suggest the possibility of prints on the body it would be her, not to mention Jane couldn't and shouldn't be the one to determine time of death…

She never could switch her scientist brain off. Gesturing with her now lukewarm coffee cup, "Of course any success depends on environmental conditions such as atmospheric humidity -"

"Let's go, Catherine Willows!" Jane shouted with a fake smile, before grumbling under her breath. "You're killing me." The older woman turned and strode energetically towards the front door, "Speaking of humidity…" She flung the door open, releasing the handle with a dramatic flourish and letting the door bounce and reverberate on its hinges before swinging back almost to a close behind her.

The doctor was swiftly on the detective's heels, grabbing her purse from the kitchen island, heels clicking against the parquet floor of the entryway. The door was only just ajar as she reached it but she could clearly hear Jane's exclamation and it made her snort like a schoolgirl and explode with happiness.

"Fuck me, it stopped raining!"