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They barely made it into the hallway before they were kissing deeply, their bodies aching for closer contact. Jane took Maura's wig off, breaking the kiss to smile at her.

"While you were incredibly sexy with it on tonight…I like you like this better."

Maura shook out her honey-blonde locks and they kissed again, Jane running her fingers through Maura's hair.

"Jane," Maura whispered, as the detective pressed kisses down her neck. "Jane, we're alone."

"I know," Jane whispered back. "And I plan on making you scream more than once tonight."

Maura nuzzled Jane's neck. "We could use it."

Jane's eyes widened. "Really?"

Maura giggled. "Really. Race you upstairs?"

"Oh, after you," Jane told her. "I like the view."

Maura smirked and made her way upstairs, Jane hot on her heels. When they reached the bedroom, it was Maura who took charge, pushing Jane against the wall and claiming her lips in a long kiss.

"You have no idea what that uniform does to me," Maura told Jane, running her fingers along the hem of the shorts. "Your legs, your arms, that ponytail, the cap, that grin…you drive me crazy. I'd be tempted to ban you from softball except I know I wouldn't see this uniform again."

Jane chuckled and kissed her wife. "I love you."

"I love you too." Maura lifted the cap from Jane's head, letting it fall to the floor as they kissed again, deeply.

Jane found the zip on Maura's dress and undid it quickly, getting the material off if her and helping Maura step out of it. She kissed her again, hands unsnapping the black bra and tossing it to the quickly increasing pile of clothes.

"You too," Maura demanded, pulling off Jane's shirt and bra. She smiled and ran her fingers over the taut peaks of Jane's nipples. "You make me want you all the time."

Jane snorted in amusement as she got on her knees, peeling Maura's black panties down and off. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

Maura's fingers tangled in Jane's hair. "Do I get to wear it tonight?"

Jane pouted, letting her short nails tease Maura's inner thighs. "But you wore it last time."

Maura moaned as Jane's lips pressed kisses to her center. "I don't care who wears it…Jane, please. I need you."

Jane stood up and kissed Maura again, her fingers still toying with Maura's deep arousal. "Go lie on the bed."

Maura lay on the bed, her head resting on the pillows. She tried not to giggle as she heard Jane swearing softly as she put on the contraption. "Do you need some help?"

"Oh yeah, that would be sexy, wouldn't it? You just stay right where you are."

This time Maura couldn't help the giggle that erupted from her lips. She clapped a hand over her mouth even as Jane appeared in the doorway between their bedroom and wardrobe.

"Really, Maura?"

"I would have been happy to help."

"And with your type of helping, we'd never get to this part." Jane crawled up onto the bed, resting between Maura's legs. "I love you, Maura."

Maura urged Jane's lips down for a kiss and she wrapped her legs tightly around Jane's waist. The movement caused the part of the toy that Jane had carefully inserted inside herself to move deeper and brush against her clit. She moaned, resting her head in the crook of Maura's neck.

"Jane…" Maura turned her head and kissed Jane's cheek. "Jane, please…"

Jane rose up on her arms, looking down at Maura. She grinned at her wife and they kissed once more, as Jane entered Maura with one deep thrust.

They never used the toy unless they were alone in the house – it was kept high on a shelf away from investigating children. But as Maura felt Jane's wet heat pressed against her own, and her body as close to Maura's as it could possibly be, she found herself already yearning for the next time they could be alone.

Maura ran her hands over Jane's arms, pulling her down for another kiss. "You feel so good," she whispered, running her hands over Jane's breasts. She smiled as she saw Jane shudder at the touch. "I love you like this. Touching me everywhere."

Jane started to move, slowly at first, watching Maura's reaction to every tiny ridge that brushed against her clit and stroked her walls. Maura whimpered, her fingers gripping hard to Jane's arms. She bucked up against Jane, who let out a low growl as the dildo inside her rubbed against her clit.

"Maura…behave."

"Then move faster," she whispered, running her fingers near Jane's swollen entrance. "Move deeper."

"Maura…Oh god…" Jane took a deep breath and she bent down, whispering in Maura's ear as she moved faster. "You feel so good. And you look so sexy." She pressed her body to Maura's as much as she could, feeling Maura's fingers run down her back.

Maura swallowed, her body feeling like it was on fire as Jane moved faster. "More," she finally said, leaning up to kiss Jane again.

"Like this?" Jane asked, running her finger lightly over Maura's clit. "Or like this?" She leant down again, back to whispering in Maura's ear. "Like me telling you how hot and wet and tight you are."

Maura arched her back as Jane continued to touch her, and she bit her lip as her orgasm threatened to take her. She reached out; touching everywhere she could reach on Jane's body, knowing intuitively that her wife was just as close as she was.

"I want to hear you," Jane said, "we're all alone. Just you and me. Come for me, honey."

Maura gripped Jane's arms tightly as her orgasm crashed into her, and she cried out Jane's name. She fought to keep her eyes open, watching Jane as the brunette's body tensed and pleasure overwhelmed Jane. Maura heard Jane call for her in her deep husky voice, and as the pleasure slowly ebbed she accepted Jane's collapsing form into her arms.

Maura kissed Jane's shoulder, running her hand down her wife's back. "You okay?"

"Holy fuck, Maura," came Jane's muffled voice. "We can never, ever do that when the kids are home."

Maura giggled as she and Jane rolled their bodies until Maura was sprawled above her wife. "Well then, you better get some rest," she finally said, kissing Jane's neck. "Because I plan on having my turn to take you before they come home."

Jane ran her hands down Maura's body. "You're going to kill me, aren't you?"

Maura smirked. "That's a highly doubtful probability if you mean that literally, but if you mean me making you boneless with pleasure – I intend to use the fullest extent of my capabilities to do so."

Jane grinned. "Happy Halloween, Dr Rizzoli."

Maura bent down to kiss her. "Happy Halloween, Detective Rizzoli."

FINIS