A/N…So we're at the end of this story. Everyone's response to it was fun, unexpected and appreciated. Special thanks go out to KD Williamson, a wonderfully gifted writer who lit the match under my ass and soothed my rampant insecurity. XGI-Jones, my best friend in 'real' life, thanks for providing years of kindling.

Chapter 30

Somehow they ended up on the floor, the chair knocked over in their haste to touch, to plunder. Bodies slick with sweat and arousal, creating friction was impossible, not necessarily a bad circumstance. Maura used it to her advantage, sliding and withering against Jane. Her fingers were furiously driving into the brunette, her guttural moans igniting Maura's passion to dangerous levels. There was a frenzied component to their lovemaking, visceral in its lack of boundaries. It was unlike anything either of them had experienced with previous partners. The intensity and strength of their sexual attraction was enough to invite evaluation had either taken time to reflect.

Maura's mouth clamped down on Jane's clavicle as she felt her own orgasm building. She was using her knee to reinforce the hand between Jane's legs, rocking with her. The pain in her wrist barely registered. What mattered was being inside of Jane, satisfying her until moaning Maura's name became synonymous with orgasm. She knew exactly what Jane was feeling, the speed and power of it, and the awareness propelled her onward. Maura was relentless, uncompromising, a skilled and intuitive lover. A part of her brain analyzed Jane in the throes of passion, filing away notes and making adjustments on the fly, always attuned to the slightest variance. Yet there were instances when Maura's hyper brain went dormant and the dichotomy would have flustered her had she not been so enraptured by the molten silkiness surrounding her.

She arched her back as Maura captured her nipple between greedy lips. She straddled the panting brunette's thigh, her orgasm imminent as her center rubbed against the inflexible muscle. When Jane cried out, her body rigid, her thigh pushing into her, Maura, helpless, was taken overboard and came with her. Hearts hammering, they laid next to each other on their backs and waited for their breathing to return to normal.

A small laugh erupted from Jane as she ran her fingers through her matted hair. "Jesus Christ, Maura!"

The blonde lazily turned her head towards her, catching the goofy smile dominating Jane's face. The teasing, wondrous mood soon turned into outright hilarity. Maura, unable to refrain, dissolved into laughter with Jane.

"Mmmm, that was so fuckin' fantastic!"

Maura turned into Jane's side, playfully nipping her shoulder. Abruptly Jane rolled halfway onto her, their breasts pressed together as her hands bracketed the blonde's face.

"I wanna make you feel like that." Jane breathed, her lips ghosting over Maura's. In answer, the blonde hummed deeply which Jane took as approval and closed the distance between them.

The kiss was elastic, a question and answer.

Jane slowly drew away. "We need to get off this floor and onto a mattress."

Supine across the king-sized bed, Maura watched intently as Jane stood at its end, her dark hair trailing over one shoulder. Slender and beautiful Jane's body exuded confidence and authority, stirring within Maura a biting need to have that body straining over her own. The tanned skin, hard planes and soft dips were an irresistible combination. She lifted up onto her elbows, digging the stilettoes into the mattress, slightly swaying her closed knees in anticipation of the brunette's next move.

Long, thin fingers wrapped around her each of her ankles and pulled Maura's willing body towards the end of the bed. She kept her ankles within her loose grip, spreading Maura's legs a little further. Hot, dark eyes were like fingers, raking over the view of wet silk panties and damp inner thighs. Maura shuddered, her mouth slack and pupils dilated. Jane placed one of her ankles over her shoulder. The other stiletto she put directly between her breasts and leaned in when Maura would have retreated. The sight of Jane's skin being prodded by the black heel caused Maura to moan. Their eyes locked as she unbuckled the fastenings then removed the shoe and let it drop to the floor with a thud. Jane firmly massaged her foot before letting go. Maura squirmed as she treated her other one much the same way except she didn't release it. Instead, she gently nipped the arch. A frisson of want shot to Maura's core and she whimpered, hands clutching the bedspread.

Jane tilted forward. Maura's knee crooked over her shoulder, a slim calf pressing against her back, bringing her nearer. The palms of her hands slid down the length of Maura's thighs, squeezing the tops then continuing to her hips. Jane's knee leaned on the mattress as she bent low, fingers knotting in the flimsy strings of Maura's black underwear. Eyelids heavy, she examined the brunette, searching for the hint of her intentions within the dusky eyes. Panties pulled taut across lower abdomen caused her breath to hitch, trapping it in her lungs. Jane, her gaze trained upon scintillating green eyes, in one fierce jerk, snapped the thin straps. Maura's hips rose, a deep moan scratching its way up her throat.

In one fluid motion, Jane pushed forward, captured her lips, her mound pressing into wet heat, Maura's leg now trapped, still hooked over Jane's shoulder. The position offered little protection in ways of modesty which suited her mood perfectly. Being thus exposed to Jane thrilled her, appealed to a sense of depravity she hadn't known she possessed. Maura wanted, needed the roughness and uninhibited edge Jane inspired. Unashamed, she swiveled her hips, grounding them into the tall brunette's sinewy abdomen. One of Jane's hands gripped the back of her neck as the other dug into the fleshy part of her hip.

Maura briefly pulled away, their lips brushing, and panted, "Don't…hold back."

The brunette's response was immediate, almost savage in its force as her hand slid from Maura's hip and she sank two fingers into her opening. Harsh grunts and weak sobs filled the room as they rocked. Nothing existed but the wrenching sounds stolen from Maura's mouth, the sensation of her muscles clamping down on Jane's fingers as they twisted and pumped into her. She tried to stop, tried to find a trace of restraint but Maura was so incredibly silky, wet, and tight. Fueled by Maura's answering whispers and moans, Jane extended her fingers within Maura, testing the flexibility of her interior, widening the girth. One of Maura's hands clawed her shoulder, desperate to gain some sort of anchor as her other pushed against the headboard.

Maura needed release, her muscles protesting, her center dilated with demand, swelling and slippery. Pleas tumbled from her gaping mouth, incoherent and jumbled but Jane heard the underlining meaning. Her fingers diving and separating over and over, Jane removed her hand from around Maura's neck and slithered it down to the apex of her thighs. She placed a supportive palm under Maura's ass then planted the pad of her thumb over Maura's anus and pressed down, synchronizing the movement with her other hand. The feral moan bursting from Maura's chest sustained Jane as her muscles quaked holding her position. She sloppily stroked Maura's hard clit with her thumb.

"Jaaaaaaaane!" Everywhere, she filled her and Maura's body convulsed with the knowledge. When the tip of Jane's thumb went deeper, her blood went effervescent with a profound gratification. The orgasm erupted, numbing her outer skin and paroling her muscles from a prison of endless spasms. Minutes felt like hours as the rush and release swallowed Maura, her skin prickly and drenched. She was dimly aware of Jane tenderly lowering her leg onto the bed.

"Maura." She whispered, settling on her side beside the blonde, propping her head up as one hand lightly caressed the tiny trails of perspiration across Maura's chest. "You're so beautiful."

She acknowledged the compliment with a faint hum, drifting in a fog. Her body, resplendent in the aftermath, felt weightless. Mental flashes of what Jane had done to her played behind her closed eyes and her sensitive skin relived it, goose bumps erupting down her arms, her nipples tightening. The feeble moan falling from her open mouth drew Jane's steadfast attention.

Before she could think, the brunette acted, lips lowering to Maura's, sucking in her lower lip. Maura groaned and turned to her, fingers diving into black tresses as she placed her thigh over Jane's hip. Their bodies converged yet again, never close enough, never completely sated.

"I want…I need to…taste you." Jane trailed open-mouthed kisses down the blonde's neck then chest, shimmying her body down the bed, her mouth never leaving Maura's skin.

The pronouncement kindled the latent desire purring through her veins. Maura bowed into those devastating lips, ceding control as the brunette's blunt nails skimmed her ribs, across the indentation of her narrow waist. Her tongue licked the drying sweat around her navel and Maura bucked, a flush of excitement pooling between her legs. She didn't know how her body could respond after such a physical experience. There must be something wrong with me. I can't stop. I don't want to…stop…I just want to keep…coming…oh, god, her tongue…All thought stopped as Jane lightly blew on the wet trail above the trimmed pubic hairline.

She inhaled deeply, loving the scent of Maura's arousal. It struck a deep chord within her, a subconscious recognition. Her lips claimed the malleable skin just above Maura's clitoris. She began sucking on it, her tongue running over the hair, sporadically teasing lower. Maura flexed her hip upwards in demand, her hands seizing the bed covers, pulling so hard, they gathered around her head.

"Jane…" she pleaded as she palmed her own breast, tweaked the nipple forcibly.

A shudder ran down her spine, hearing the ache and indignation in the blonde's voice. Maura's excited anticipation tempted her to hungrily overwhelm her but Jane brutally ignored the impulse. Emotion welled, threatening to cascade in the form of tears down her cheeks. It took Jane aback and a poignant worshipful ingredient now joined the mix. Suddenly she felt…an encompassing generosity. Slow caresses took the place of frantic hands. Maura felt the change in the brunette. Confused, she clung stubbornly to the overwrought characteristic to their lovemaking, experiencing more vulnerability then when her legs were spread wide and her center pulsating. Maura exorcized a small noise of irritation.

"Shhhh…please…let me…"

Jane's deep, husky voice, so entreating and seductive, quieted the blonde's nerves. She kissed the inside of her thighs with reverence, travelling downward until her tongue licked the slightly rough pubic hair. Maura sighed, her body relaxed. The pace, once desperate and fast, slowed. Her heart thumped heavily as warmth enveloped her limbs. Jane's tongue glided between the heated and wet lips of her vagina. The taste was heady, earthy and rich and addictive. She explored the tangy recesses, leisurely slipping in and out and around. Jane swallowed, the intimacy of the moment causing her chest to painfully constrict. Her fingers gently ran over Maura's thighs. A growing tightness coiled within the blonde, different but no less powerful than before. Lovingly, Jane's tongue circled Maura's clitoris, maintaining a constant rhythm and pressure, any hint of the frenzied capitulation from earlier absent. The weight of her mouth, of her tongue and lips was coaxing, intent upon steadily building and not conquering. Maura's back arched as a moan strummed over her vocal chords. Thick and engaging her entire being, the excitement heightened. Every part of Maura sang.

The tips of Jane's fingers touched Maura's opening, fluttering up and down, teasing and slow. She lightly sucked on her clitoris as one finger, oh so very slowly entered her. Maura tracked its progress, could feel how her lips swelled and parted for Jane and knew the second it reached the back of her cervix and lifted. The expulsion of air from her lungs sounded like wanton pleasure, filling Jane's ears like a symphony of music. Firm but slow, she withdrew her finger, added another, then sustained the tempo, always careful to keep her own arousal ruthlessly in check. Maura flung an arm over her eyes as the other tangled in honey blonde tendrils. Her shoulders momentarily came off the mattress when the brunette once again curled her fingers. The motion was like water sluggishly running up the shore, then receding. Thoughts of orgasms fled as Maura stayed in the moment, feeling drugged and aroused, concentrating on every minute detail. How her breasts proudly jutted from her chest every time those fingers curled within her; how every empty hidden place was being filled; how Jane's patient mouth worshipped her. Maura's heart skipped as she teetered on the brink, her breathing irregular, her hands threading through Jane's hair, not directing but appreciative.

"Oh, god, Jane…yes…don't…stop."

Jane's free hand stole across Maura's trembling stomach. She laid her palm flat against it, soothing until it progressed upwards and cupped her breast. Gently she kneaded the soft flesh while her tongue took Maura higher. Impossibly wet and swollen, the tension doubled between her legs and her body took over. She met Jane's skillful fingers with undulating hips. Tears trickled from the corner of her eyes as her entire body tensed, tightening around Jane's fingers with unbelievable strength. Sobbing, Maura orgasmed and felt it in every single cell.

"I don't-I don't…think I'm going to… survive…you." She whispered without thinking.