"Maura."

"Oh." Maura exhaled. If you can even call it that. It was more of a huff of barely there air. Her breathing was shallow as she held the front door of her home open, allowing the brisk Boston wind to fill every space inside of the brownstone. Her entire body felt numb and for some reason that her big brain hadn't come up with yet, her eyes instantly filled with tears; her nose tingling like the beginning of a sneeze. Maura's hand was stuck, clutching the slippery metal of the door knob. She could feel her heart slow as the tears rose higher, blurring the beige and dark green shades of the unmistakable military fatigue in front of her.

"Maura. Baby."

"I…" The blonde's tongue felt so thick that she had to open her mouth wider to accommodate it. What a scene it must have been. Instead of rushing forward, laughing and crying she was stock still, mouth gaped open and eyes looking strictly at the dog tags around a long neck. Finally, she let her eyes drift higher. Jane. Jane. Rizzoli. Jane Rizzoli. Standing on her porch. Standing on their porch with flowers in one hand and an apprehensive smile on her face that seemed more tanned than the last time she'd seen it.

"Jane?"

The sort-of-smile stretched across the brunette's face into a brilliant grin complementing bright eyes and that's when something inside of Maura broke. Her knees buckled and her hand slacked from the door, but that didn't stop her brain which was now rapidly picking up on what was happening. No. It was Jane. Right in front of her. Holding flowers for her. Not a machine gun for an insurgent. Her body suddenly lurched forward propelled by urgency as her knees neared the floor and she landed awkwardly in the soldier's arms. Her fingers greedily touched every part of the woman's jagged uniform. She nearly moaned at the combination of Jane effortlessly lifting her to her feet and the sound of her deep chuckle that she dreamed of every night without fault.

"Jane. You're home. You're home? Are you-…how did-…"

"Maura." Even Jane had a hard time uttering any word other than that name.

"But, it's almost October…Christmas. You're not supposed to be back until Christmas."

Every single word was caught in the nape of Jane's neck as Maura pressed herself deeper into the other woman, half afraid she would fall to the ground if she didn't and half afraid that this would be another torturous dream. One where she would wake up hugging that ridiculously large teddy bear Jane had won her at the state fair the last time they were together. Over a year ago. But no, this was no stuffed animal. It was full of bone and muscle and smelled like Jane and wood and sand and god did it feel good as it held every part of her together.

"I'm home, Maur."

" yesyesyes." Tears streamed down her face as she nodded furiously repeating that one syllable over and over.

"Look at me," Jane said exhaling heavily as she let her long fingers bath in golden locks that were even softer than she remembered. "Maura. I'm home. I'm. Home." Hazel eyes frantically searched for meaning in brown eyes and when Jane raised her eyebrows she couldn't help but shake her head in confusion. "Come on." Jane simply laughed. "Use that big brain of yours." When Maura merely stared, tightening her hands around Jane's sides, the taller woman slightly pulled away with much protest. She took a deep breath before reaching up to her chest across from her heart to her name tag. Looking the love of her life in the eyes, she slowly pealed the patch away. Jane smiled as recognition graced Maura's face as she watched RIZZOLI-ISLES slide into the brunette's pocket followed seamlessly by matching dog tags.

"You're..."

"...home." A resounding gasp sprang from Maura's throat as Jane simultaneously lifted her off of her feet and crashed her desperate lips into hers. The blonde hummed loudly wrapping her bare legs around the rough material adorning her wife's thin waist. Jane held Maura tighter, bunching and wrinkling the material of the short night gown in her hands.

"Mmm. My…my soldiers home. She's home." Maura whimpered at the feeling of being utterly Jane's as the soldier stepped inside the house, closing the door by leaning her back against it. "My soldier's home…"

Her breath was lost as Jane slowly lowered them both to the floor of the foyer, kissing along Maura's neck as her hands scoured her wife's skin like water rolling down a window pane. The smaller woman's breaths caught in her chest. Whether it was from the way Jane's entire arm wrapped around her left thigh, begging and screaming for this to all be real like you're mine…like baby stay here with me or the way she was sucking reverently on her pulse point like she might break was no never mind to Maura. The blonde couldn't help but bite her lip smiling at just the sheer weight against her body that she hadn't felt in 19 months. Delicious was the only word she could think of that even remotely compared to the feeling of Jane pressing her harder and harder into the floor as her scarred hand raised her negligee higher and higher until she…

"Wait." Maura said hurriedly as panic began to rise in her chest. The feeling of Jane's hands as they caressed the inside of her thigh…something felt different. She reached down to grab Jane's wrist and she could tell from the groan and the slight resistance that she wasn't going to like what she was about to discover.

Her heart stilled as she brought the soldiers hand up to her face and the reason for all of this, her wife's sudden appearance, her being sent home all came to light in the form of a pale still-healing scare in the middle of her palm. "What-" She stopped abruptly taking the other hand, still resting on her breast, into view only to find a matching scar. A silent tear slipped from her eye. "Jane." The brunette's eyes were pleading. For what, Maura wasn't sure, but without a second thought she brought one hand at a time to her lips and the brunette's head fell to the stomach under her. They sat that way for a long moment. Jane settled between thighs that wrapped around her chest as her head rested on her wife. Her hands were still lightly held in smaller hands perched close to Maura's heart.

The feeling of Maura trying to sit up roused Jane and she lifted her head pulling her hands away and placing them sternly on the blonde's hips and applying pressure.

"Jay."

"No, Maura, please. Not now okay. I just…" Dark eyes slipped closed as she slid her hands up under her wife's clothes all the way up to her rib cage. "Later. I promise. I just need to feel you."

The smaller woman's back arched involuntarily as rough hands cupped both of her breast, just resting there. Asking for permission. Asking for acceptance. "Then touch me, sweetheart." Another tear slipped from both of Maura's eyes as she reached for Jane's left hand. "Then, really touch me." She didn't bother holding in her moan or her shudder as she guided the long fingers down her stomach and immediately inside of her. Her whimper was more of a choked sob of relief as Jane, savoring every inch, pulled her fingers out slowly and indulgently pushed them back in releasing a groan of her own.

"Maur." She whispered.

"Oh. G-God. Oh, God, I missed you. You're home."

"I love you. I'm home." Jane echoed. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she bit her lip hard at the feeling that was so…so fucking familiar. The feeling of her wife tightening around her as she picked up her pace. Just like a prodigy picking up her instrument for the first time in years, Jane crescendo with the staccato breathes coming from above her. Just as in tuned as they always where, Maura squeezed herself all around Jane's fingers and smiled as she heard the woman moan in response, her curls falling from the tight bun at the base of her neck.

"Home." Maura repeated as her back arched off of the floor. Her hand tried to steady her but slipped from the sweat glistening her entire body.

"Home."

"I love you. H-Hom-Home." The blonde's eyes slammed shut as she struggled to hang on to her lover's back. She slid her fingers through any loop in the uniform that had taken so much from her as she finally, finally took that breath.

Maura's stomach clenched as her back hit the floor. Her thighs trembled as the fingers still inside of her slowed, moving side to side, up and down, around in a circle; making sure not to miss one precious part of her. She tried to control her jerking hips as her soldier made her way up her body kissing every part of her, adding her moisture to the sweat soaked night gown tangled around her waist. Taking the woman's head in her hands, Maura gazed at her lovingly before raising her lips to press against dark brown hair. Then to her sweaty forehead. To the healed cut under her eye from the first tour. And finally to her lips.

"You're home."

Jane chuckled loudly as her wife repeated one of the only few phrases she'd said to her since she'd opened the door. "Yeah." Jane said bring the woman's hand up to her mouth and kissing the diamond that has been inhibiting her finger for the past four years. "For Good."

A/N: I'm trying to get back in the swing of things. I'm taking a few prompts since I have time to write now. So, if you have any send them my way. Oh yeah, don't forget to review and tell me what you think of this one.

Prompt:

Imagine your OTP making the most sweet, gentle, pure, passionate, tender love. Bonus: They had been separated for a long time.