Apparently I felt inspired, or is that - turned on - so I guess I wrote more. Excuse me while I go and cool down *too hot*

An hour later, Jane woke from the most intense dream she'd ever had. Her whole body was on fire, in desperate need of release. She lay there for a moment in the dark, staring ahead as her chest rose and fell with every gasping breath.

The silence of the house was quickly infiltrated by the sound of moaning, which increased, until the moans became barely disguised screams that took Jane's brain right back to the dream she'd woken from.

She couldn't stand it another moment. She couldn't lie there, pleasuring herself, when all she wanted was the woman screaming in the next room. Presumably from her own release of sexual desire.

She climbed out of bed and rushed down the hall, desperate to find some way through the desire that burned inside. She trailed a hand down into her underwear, shivering at the touch of her finger as it brushed her most sensitive spot.

The sound of Maura's screams grew louder, moans mixed with "Oh God", "Yes" and "Jane". The latter of which made her stop for a moment, her hand moving faster across her skin.

She sighed and turned around.

She couldn't do this.

Lifting her hand out of her underwear, she shook her head as she made her way back to the spare room.

"Jane?"

The tone of Maura's voice had changed quickly. She froze on the landing, petrified of what it meant if Maura was asking if she was there. She tried to move forward again, but the sound of the floor creaking made her spin around and Maura poked her head out from the half open door.

"You're awake? It's late."

"I know."

"I didn't know you were here, you scared me."

"I'm sorry." Jane's shoulders sunk, disappointment at Maura's lack of knowledge at her presence. She wondered what she thought, whether she knew that she'd overheard, or if she thought maybe she'd missed it.

"I invited you, just because you left the event early doesn't mean the invitation didn't still stand." Maura tilted her head to one side.

Her robe slipped a little, exposing the edge of her nipple, both breasts there in front of Jane staring at her. She couldn't help but stare back at the pale pink skin, the erect nub that was Maura Isle's bare nipple.

"Are you okay?" Maura asked, closing her robe tighter and stepping towards Jane. She slipped a hand across her forehead. "Your breathing is laboured and you look a little red."

"I'm fine," Jane whispered, forcing herself to look Maura in the eye. But it was as much a mistake as looking at her bare skin. She'd seen her in her underwear, they dressed in front of each other without much issues. But she'd never seen so much skin before, so much…bare skin.

"You don't look fine." Maura grabbed her wrist, holding it between them as she glancing at her watch. Jane didn't move, or speak, just waited until Maura had finished. "Your pulse is fast."

"Yeah." Jane turned back to the bedroom, but Maura didn't let go of her wrist. "I need to sleep."

"Jane," Maura said, holding her hand up between them. She inspected Jane's fingers, holding them close to her face. "Your fingers smell."

"Of what?" Jane asked, confusion etched on her face.

"I think you know." Maura's lips curved at the edges and she stepped closer, her fingers pressed once more on her wrist as she closed the gap. Jane didn't speak. She swallowed the lump threatening to settle in her throat. Her heart thrummed against her ribcage. "Your pulse is quickening."

"I'm tired."

"Tiredness wouldn't do that."

Jane rolled her eyes. She knew what Maura was insinuating, but she didn't want to admit it. "What would, Doctor Isles?"

"Sexual attraction."

"What are you talking about?" Jane tugged her hand back. "Nobody's sexual attraction. I'm not sexually attracted…to…"

Maura tugged open her robe and let it drop to the floor. Jane's eyes slipped over her body, along both nipples and down to the small strip of hair between her legs. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she struggled to breathe.

"You heard me, didn't you?"

"I didn't mean to, you and that woman were so loud," Jane whispered, before realising what she had admitted.

Standing a little taller, Maura smirked. "Helene Dubois? You heard me and Helene?"

"Yes." It was too late now. Jane couldn't deny it any further.

"What did you…do when you heard us?"

"Nothing." Jane glanced away, filled with fear. She'd never had such an intimate conversation with Maura before, let alone at almost four thirty in the morning.

Maura sighed, her smile never faltering. "I won't be upset if you did something, Jane."

"Hand."

"Masturbation?" Jane nodded. "I see."

"I couldn't help it."

"Do you often think about me when you masturbate?"

"Yes." Jane shook her head. "Fuck. No. I didn't mean to…"

The naked Maura was distracting her. She could hear her moans, her screams, could hear her body writhing beneath Helene Dubois. Jane wasn't thinking straight.

"And before I came into the hall…"

"I couldn't help it."

"Where were you going?" Jane closed her eyes and let out a groan, more pained than frustrated. "To my room? To help me out?"

"I didn't mean to." Jane shrugged. "Maybe I'm asleep, sleep walking."

"Unlikely, you don't sleepwalk."

"How would you know?"

Maura scoffed. "That week last year when you were struggling to sleep, and we did the sleep study here. If you were a sleepwalker, I'd have seen it. Besides, you've stayed over enough times."

"I'm sorry." Jane turned around and rushed back into the spare bedroom. Her cheeks were flushed, her body excited and petrified all rolled into one. She grabbed her clothes, slipping them on as she ran back along the hallway.

"You don't have to go home," Maura said, grabbing Jane's arm.

She tried to push her away, but Maura pulled her in close, capturing her lips before Jane could protest. The feel of her naked body against Jane's vest and short sent her brain into a spin. Her mouth responded, deepening the kiss. She dropped her clothes, her arms swept around Maura's back as she sent her tongue into Maura's mouth, trailing it along her lip.

"God." Jane pulled back, panting. "We can't."

"Why not?"

"We're best friends."

"Friends sometime become more." Maura brushed a strand of Jane's wild mane behind her ear. "Or friends can have sex, if that's what you'd prefer. I don't mind."

"You don't?"

"Why do you think I only see Helene Dubois occasionally? We find great pleasure in each other's arms, then we get on with our lives. Is that what you want, Jane? Meaningless sex with someone you find…attractive?"

"No."

"No?" Maura frowned. "No to sex or no you don't find me attractive?"

"No. I don't want meaningless sex."

"But you do want sex?"

"Yes." Jane stepped forward, pulling her into her arms again. She captured her mouth, pushing her back into the room one stumble at a time until Maura fell back onto the bed. "I want to fuck you."

She stripped out of her vest and shorts, leaving them in a pile on the bedroom floor. She made a mental note to clean them up as soon as they were done, Maura was a clean freak after all. Then she crawled over Maura who had shifted back on the bed. She took her by the mouth, her hand on her chin, her lips trailed across her mouth, her nose, her neck, nibbling and sucking as she took control of the situation.

Leaning over Maura, Jane could feel the moisture pooling between Maura's legs as it coated her thigh. She slid forward, pushing her leg upward until she could hear the soft moans of Maura's. It was too much; she couldn't handle it.

In the briefest moment of thought, Maura turned her over and straddled her, sliding down her body with her mouth peppering kisses across her stomach and down. Jane lifted her hips up to meet Maura's tongue as filled her up. One hand on the back of Maura's head, Jane thrust her body upwards, meeting the elation of Maura's mouth on her most sensitive spot.

Before she could reach any sort of height, Maura travelled back up, giving Jane a taste of her own body as Maura slipped two fingers inside of her. Her thumb circled her, sending a sensation right through her body.

Her mind was foggy, but Jane could definitely hear a tiny voice in the back of her head reminding her that the person fingering her into oblivion was Maura Isles. Doctor Maura Isles. Her best friend. The woman she was closest to in the world, the woman she had never once talked to about her own sexual desire.

Not like that.

She shook her head and let out a frustrated sigh.

"I'm sorry, is this not working for you?" Maura asked.

Jane shook her head. "It's not that."

"What's wrong?"

"It's you."

"It is me."

"It's weird."

Maura smiled, sitting upright as Jane sat beside her. She rested a hand on Jane's cheek. "It's okay if it's weird. We're close, but we've never been this close. We can stop."

"I don't wanna. I just…don't know to make it less weird."

"It's our first time, it's going to have some element of weird."

Jane nodded, understanding exactly what Maura was saying, yet distracted by the completely fucking attractive woman willing to fuck her into next week. Jane signed again and reached out her hands, trailing them across Maura's body, over her bare breasts, and down between her legs.

"You take the lead," Maura said, kissing her softly on the lips, before lying down and allowing Jane to take control.

She followed Maura's lead, using her tongue to lap up Maura's juices, and suck on her sensitivity. She almost cried out in pain as Maura gripped her hair, but the sensation only spurred her on. She replaced her tongue with her fingers, rubbing Maura's body, grinding herself against Maura until she could feel herself growing more and more aroused.

"Tell me what you like," Jane whispered, in between kisses. "Tell me how to make you scream."

"Tell me about the times you've masturbated because of me," Maura moaned, her hips moving against Jane's thrusts.

With each movement of her fingers across Maura's body, Jane felt herself growing more and more elated. Her nipples brushed against Maura's, sending her spinning. She talked, slowly at first, against Maura's ear, as moans and words mixed.

"The first night we slept in the same bed, I couldn't sleep. You were moaning in your sleep, just quietly, but it was distracting. I could feel your body next to mine, so hot, the heat, but also your body. I didn't want to believe I was thinking that way because it was you…Maura. My best friend. But I couldn't stop and before I started thinking about what I was doing I was grinding myself into a pillow. Then you nearly woke up, you rolled over and made a different sound, mumbling. So I went into the bathroom and finished off in there."

Maura moaned as she continued to roll her body beneath Jane's. "Tell me what you did, every last movement."

"I rubbed my clit with one finger, and pushed two fingers inside of me."

"Like you're doing to me now," Maura whispered, her eyes closed.

"I pictured it was you, you were in front of me, and I couldn't control myself. I screamed out, and you called my name in the dark. I flushed the chain and told you to go back to sleep, but when I got back into bed I was so hot, I didn't know how I could manage sleeping beside you."

"But you did."

"When I got home I spent four nights fucking myself, dreaming it was you."

"Did it happen again?" Maura asked, trailing her hand down between them and rubbing Jane's sensitivity. She writhed her hips back against Maura's hand, as together they pushed on through the pleasure and beyond.

"All the time." Jane chewed on her bottom lip, unsure of whether it was a good idea to share so much with Maura. If she knew just how much it affected her… "I did it once when you were in the bed next to me."

Maura's body started to convulse, her thighs shook and she spiralled up and over the edge, as she screamed, thrusting herself against Jane through the orgasm and into another one. Jane froze for a moment, letting Maura complete her pleasure. When she settled back against the bed, Jane rolled onto her back and allowed Maura to take over. She slid back down to her juices and slid her tongue into the dampness, and with her fingers across her sensitivity, Jane felt herself reach highs she hadn't felt before.

"Tell me," Maura whispered. "Tell me when you fucked yourself next to me."

Jane opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't breathe. Her body shook, her thighs clamped down around Maura's ears and she cried out in glorious elation as she rode wave after wave. Her body fell back against the bed, exhausted from the late hour and the most thrilling ride she'd had in a long time.

"I still want to know," Maura said, as she moved up to Jane's side. "Will you tell me?"

"Only if we can do this again tomorrow," Jane said.

"We can do this every night if that's what you want," Maura said, running her fingers across Jane's body. Her legs shook at the feel of her fingers on her skin, she was too sensitive to go again, but she wasn't against trying.

Jane signed, curling up against Maura. She was too tired, and she expected Maura would be too. "Maybe tomorrow."

THE END, enjoy thinking about what happens next ;)