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Title: The Diary of Jane
Author: Argyle_S
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: NC-17
Length: About 27,000 Words
Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance.
Warnings: Explicit sex. Pregnant Sex. BDSM. Branding. Mentions of sexual assault.
Summary: Three weeks after the incident with Dennis, Maura has to fly to D.C. for the weekend to consult on a case, but she leaves something behind for Jane. Her journal, which contains a series of letters she's written to Jane over the months since the two settled their argument over Doyle's shooting. Letters she's been too afraid to show Jane.

A/N: And we're back to the explicit content.


My Beloved Jane,

You've just left me, and though I should be thinking about Hope and Cailin, and the first meal I've shared with my biological mother, it's you my thoughts linger on. You have invaded me so completely, that even the simplest of things fills my heart with longing.

As we worked tonight, clearing the table, I was struck by the simple, comfortable domesticity of our life together. Of morning runs, of making coffee, setting the table and preparing meals, clearing and cleaning. All done together, with comfort and practice.

It was so easy to imagine, instead of going home, you would lead the way into the bedroom. We'd brush or teeth and undress. You'd put on a tank top and sweatpants while I was busy rubbing in my evening moisturizer. You'd watch as I'd start to put on my pajamas. I'd have the pants on, and be about to start buttoning the top, when your hands would catch my wrists, and I'd feel your lips brush the side of my neck, before you turned me around.

The kiss would be soft and slow, tasting of the bubblegum flavored toothpaste you use, and I'd moan into it as your hands slid over the skin of my sides. You'd pull me along as you backed up to the bed, and when you sat down, I'd fall into your lap, and kiss you again,and we would stay like that for a time that seemed like forever. I would melt from the way your lips felt against mine, from the slow caress of your tongue, and from the security of your arms.

Eventually, it wouldn't be enough, and though sometimes I feel as if I could live the whole of eternity warm and happy, if only you would hold me, proximity would inflame our desire. You would turn, laying me on the bed, and brush aside the champagne colored silk of my pajama top, baring my breasts as you lowered yourself on to me, pinning my right side to the bed. You would knead my right breast with your left hand, then lean down, suckling me as your hand slid lower.

I would gasp when the tips of your fingers slipped under the waistband of my pants, and you would lift your head up, smiling with pride at what your touch always does to me. Your fingers would slide through neatly trimmed curls, and part desire soaked folds, and it would be your turn to moan. You would lean down and kiss me, and I'd lift my left leg, tilting it outwards, offing you the point of resistance. You would wrap your leg around my thigh, and I'd press up against your center as your fingers slipped easily inside me.

We would make love slowly, tenderly, your hips rolling, caressing yourself with my thigh as your need soaked its way through your sweatpants and my pajamas, leaving its evidence on my skin as you moving in time with the fingers you were filling me with, over and over again. I'd wrap my arms around you tightly as the moment approached, and break the kiss, so I could look into those beautiful chocolate colored eyes, and tell you I love you. You would reply in kind, and as we reached the peak, we would pant each others names.

Afterwards, we would curl up together. You'd lay on your back, and I would put my head on your left shoulder, and hook my right leg over your left, as your left arm wrapped around my shoulders, holding me close. We would drift off like that, into blissful, peaceful sleep.

And I would dream of you, my love. I would dream of the day I could introduce you to my biological and adoptive mothers, to my father and to my sister as the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, to build a future with, and to grow old with.

Because I want all of those things, my love, with you and only you.

With all my love,

I wiped the tears off my face a little more roughly than I intended, because I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't seem to stop.

It was there. Everything I'd ever looked for, with Casey, with Dean, with all the others who'd passed in and out of my life. A future with someone who loved me, unconditionally and unreservedly. All spelled out right there in Maura's beautiful words.

I wanted to put down the journal and call Maura. To tell her yes, and to come home, fibbies be damned, but there was still so much left to read. So, instead of picking up the phone I turned the page.

The Diary of Jane Chapter List
Chapter 01
Chapter 02
Chapter 03
Chapter 04
Chapter 05
Chapter 06
Chapter 07
Chapter 08
Chapter 09
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15

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Date: 2012-08-22 12:39 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
You manage to make the story both sweet and sexy. Most folks are luck to pull off one or the other, doing both takes talent.

Date: 2012-08-22 06:49 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I try my best. When I'm writing, I've found that if I can just make the story honest, the rest of what I'm looking for usually follows.

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