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Jane dropped her keys on the counter. It felt quieter here somehow, without Angela and Jo, but no less like home. Maura was here somewhere, Jane could see the dinner she'd picked up on the counter and she automatically went to dish it out, listening for the sound of soft footsteps as the crept up behind her.
"There you are," Jane sighed as Maura slid her arms around Jane from behind, the height difference bringing Maura's mouth to Jane's shoulder. "Not hungry?" She asked, concerned, as Maura turned the oven on low and stashed their dinner plates in it.
"Not for dinner," Maura said, closing the oven and rounding on Jane, pressing her back against the counter. "Remember that baseball game?"
"Yeah. Our second date," Jane said. "You were in that camisole and you let me touch all of that skin..." Jane gulped as Maura opened her kimono, revealing the baseball jersey she'd worn to the game, the same jeans.
"We never did get to the second base that night, did we?" Maura asked innocently.
"Only because I knew I wouldn't be able to stop there, and Ma has hearing like an eagle." Jane wiped her suddenly sweaty hands on her jeans. "And it's just 'second base'. No 'the'."
"Mm, you know so much about sport," Maura said, pressing Jane back against the counter, tugging her shirt out of her slacks, pulling off the badge, gun and phone from her belt.
"That should go in the safe," Jane said. "Sorry, just a minute."
"Responsible gun ownership is incredibly sexy," Maura called after Jane as she hurried down the hall.
Jane came back quickly, wiping her hands on her pants again, looking at Maura. She knew what was under the jersey, and she knew what was under that tiny camisole too, but the memory of Maura being not just willing but in charge, of how much Jane had wanted her had her nervous like a teenager again.
"Are you sure you don't want dinner first?" Jane asked as she came back to Maura, who shook her head.
"I just want you," Maura said. "It's been a stressful few weeks, and when I wore this the first time, I had a very specific idea of how I wanted the night to go."
"Just second, right?" Jane asked, and Maura stepped forward, brushing Jane's hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
"Relax. It's not like we haven't done this before," Maura breathed, kissing Jane softly.
"That's the problem. Now that I know what it's like, I know I absolutely can't stop at second. I'll want you up against the counter, on the counter, on the table... And I know how you are about your kitchen surfaces." Maura looked around the kitchen with a keen eye.
"I see. You're very considerate," Maura said, kissing Jane's neck. "But there's a perfectly good wall for you to pin me up against right there," Maura pointed. "Quickly, or dinner is going to burn."
"You're going to be the death of me," Jane moaned, turning so she could press Maura against the convenient wall, pressed firmly against her as Maura melted against the wall.
"I hope so," Maura said, letting her fingers trace Jane's jaw before claiming Jane's mouth with her own.