A/N - Don't own anything except plot.

Okay, there is a couple of these sort of stories going around. Doesn't mean I copied it from anyone, I wrote this, at around half past one this morning, and had it beta'd by CarrieLovett on tubmlr.

Okay, its short, its smutty, and ofc there's that little bit of plot, I can't do PWP.

Enjoy!:)

As Jane pushed open the bathroom door and quickly checked around, she realised she didn't know the girls name. Not an uncommon thing Jane took a moment to look at the girl before pushing her into a stall.

Hmm, not a sweetheart...darling wouldn't fit her either... babe? Yeah, babe will do.

Jane made quick work of the blondes shirt, forcing it aside quickly, not bothering to remove it completely. Putting it back on would take time, and this was not the place for taking time.

This was not the first time Jane had ended up drinking alone before fucking a total stranger in a bar. And everyone at the bar knew it wouldn't be the last. Jane hung out at three bars. One to drown her sorrows, one with her friends, and one to get drunk and hook up with random girls in. The bartenders knew her, the girls knew her, and the owner of the shop next to the alley where she regularly threw up knew her.

And of course, Jane knew all of them. She had a few girls that she had hooked up with more than once, a few she'd fucked once and now held grudges and a few she just was not going near.

It wasn't based on looks or anything; it was based on whether Jane thought they would touch back or not.
The last thing Jane wanted was to be in the middle of fucking a girl, and then suddenly feel self conscious about her scars.
That's why she did this, that's why she fucked these girls. To feel something, to give them pleasure, to be good at something, to not feel vulnerable. Then she'd go home, walk Jo and then either settle in bed with a few beers and watch something, or on rare occasions where screwing the girl wasn't enough, she'd take a quick shower, get herself off and then go to sleep.

So now, in the stall with this random blonde Jane thought she knew exactly how it was going to go down.

Jane unzipped the blonde's skirt, catching the blonde's lips as she did. As Jane slipped her fingers into the girls panties Jane heard her moan into the kiss. Jane forced the girls skirt to the floor, and her panties round her knees. She didn't waste time, immediately stroking the blonde's clit before thrusting into her.
The blonde moaned loudly and Jane tried to quieten her with a kiss again. As Jane tried to work out a steady pace and hit the blonde's clit at the same time, she suddenly felt hand pulling at her own shirt. Jane broke the kiss and looked at the girl. She tried not to break the mood.

"Not now babe, this is all about you"

The blonde stopped pulling at her shirt, but still left her hands on Jane's sides. Jane continued to thrust into the blonde, enjoying the sounds of approval as she managed to find the perfect rhythm and hit the blonde's clit at the same time, driving the girl to a rapidly approaching orgasm.

However, Jane's rhythm faltered slightly when the blonde once again tried to remove Jane's clothes. This time it was her pants.

"Seriously, babe, this is all for you, don't worry about me."

The blonde looked disappointed this time, but quickly closed her eyes and moaned again as Jane started thrusting again.
Jane moved her hand and rolled a hard nipple between her fingers, her mouth sucking hungrily on the other.

"Oh God... Jane... I'm gonna..."

At this point Jane already knew the blonde was close. Even though all girls were different, Jane had fucked enough to know roughly what things got most girls off fast, and she knew just when they got there.

Jane released one nipple from her mouth and immediately found the blondes lips again. Jane flicked the girl's clit one last time before feeling her walls contract around her fingers.

The blonde cried out, breaking the kiss.
Eventually, as the girls breathing slowed, Jane pulled out, receiving a disappointed whimper from the blonde.

"Wow... that was... well... that was..."

"I think leaving you speechless was all I need to hear babe."

Jane smirked before picking up the blondes skirt and passing it to her.
Jane quickly unlatched the stall door and slipped out.

"Wait, Jane?"

Jane stuck her head round the door quickly.

"Yeah, babe?"

"Umm, isn't it, you know... common courtesy to... you know... return the favour?"

Jane looked momentarily lost before catching on.

"Oh, babe, no. Don't worry about that, this was all about you."

Jane removed her head from the door as the blonde fastened her shirt.
Jane moved quickly to the sink and began washing her hands.
The girl opened the stall door and walked over.

"So, all about me? Does that mean I never get to return the favour?"
Jane chuckled to herself.
"No babe, sorry, that's not how I work."
Jane dried off her hands and turned to look at the girl.
"But if you're back here sometime we can do this again... errr..."
The blonde realised Jane didn't know her name.
"Maura, Maura I-"
Maura was silenced by Jane holding up a finger. Jane removed her ringing phone from its holster.
"Rizzoli... Yeah... I know the area... Yeah... Can't Crowe do it?... Okay... Be there in 10."
Jane quickly placed her phone back and turned to the girl.
"I'd love to stay and chat Maura but-"
This time it was Jane who was silenced by the blonde.
"Doctor Isles... Yes… Will I be accompanied... Because it's my first day... I mean I don't technically start till tomorrow, but I guess if it it's an emergency… Okay, I'll be there in approximately 10 to 15 minutes... Goodbye."

Maura quickly recited the address she'd be given to herself before looking at Jane, who was slowly putting the pieces together.

"Doctor Isles?" Jane's voice was an octave or two higher than a few moments ago.
"Yes?" Maura replied.

"You're Doctor Isles, chief ME, starting at Boston PD tomorrow?!"

Maura looked at Jane for a moment, before realising.
"Yes... Wait, Rizzoli? Jane Rizzoli? The Detective, from the newspapers?
Jane groaned, and began to feel sick.
"Oh fuck."

"I don't know if language like that is appropriate, Detective."

"Really, Maura? Really? And don't call me detective, given what we just did I think you can call me Jane."

"Okay then, Jane." Maura put emphasis on Jane's name. "I think the best thing we can do is to just leave this for now, go to the crime scene and deal with this later... possibly without alcohol"

Jane frowned before agreeing.
"Fuck... fine."
Maura led the way through the crowded bar as Jane grabbed her jacket and slipped it on.

Maura accidentally dropped her keys as she stepped outside the bar. As Maura bent over, in her tight skirt Jane realised Maura was no longer wearing panties.
Oh fuck... this cannot end well.

-end.

Okay, so, I don't like the layout of this, but it'll do.

Hope you liked it, feel free to review it, or what not. I'd love to know what you thought, good or bad!:)

This is a Oneshot - unless there is interest and I can come up with a plot line:)