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A/N: NSFW. This smutty little shot comes from a tweet. The minute I read it I saw the possibilities so here it is, for your enjoyment

Seven Days A Week

1. Moanday

Jane Rizzoli watched her new lover work through her calendar, making notes of social dates she needed to keep, articles to work on for publications, Rizzoli family dinners they attend together. Personally Jane wanted to grab the calendar out of Maura's hand and throw it across the room. In the two weeks since they'd acknowledged their feelings for each other and started dating Jane could hardly keep her hands off Maura.

"Don't rush me," Maura said somewhat irritably. She was trying to transfer data from her calendar into her phone and Jane's presence wasn't making it easy. Maura found her concentration sorely lacking when Jane was around. One glance at those slim tapered fingers and Maura instantly flashed back to their first night together and Jane's fingers bringing her orgasms time and again. She flushed whenever she thought of it and found herself muttering the clinical names of a person's anatomy to get through a normal day. Maura wasn't unhappy though, far from it. She wanted this relationship, wanted it to continue on to marriage and family life for both of them. Going further into her thoughts Maura knew she wanted to be Jane's woman for a long time.

Jane looked at the calendar again and chuckled. The chuckles turned into real laughter. Maura looked at Jane quizzically.

"Is there something funny about what I'm doing Jane?" she asked. Jane looked into those hazel eyes and nearly melted.

"No, but I know what I'm going to do to you."

"Do to me, Jane?" If Maura had been standing Jane knew that tone of voice would have been accompanied by Maura's hands on her hips, a small pout on her lips and a spark in her eye.

"Yep. I've just renamed the seven days of the week where you're concerned, Maura. Moanday, tongueday, wetday, thirstday, freakday, sexday and suckday. You may be a little exhausted by the end of the week but you'll be the happiest most satisfied woman in the country."

"You think you can back up that statement, Detective?" Maura flirted shamelessly.

"Definitely. This is Sunday night so I think we'll get 'Moanday' off to a great start as midnight approaches."

"What, may I ask, is Moanday?"

"The first day of your orgasmic week and the day you spend moaning."

"Monday is a work day, Jane."

"Yes but you can moan at work. The back bathroom is far enough away I'll be the only one hearing your moans." Maura couldn't hide the flash of pleasure that rolled through her body at Jane's words. She held up her hand.

"One rule. This cannot interfere with work."

"I don't intend for it to interfere with anything. I think it will enhance everything." Jane stood and held out her hand to Maura. She led Maura into the bedroom. Closing and locking Maura's bedroom door behind them she pushed Maura up against it and kissed her passionately. Maura moaned. Jane pulled back and smiled.

"See? We're off to a wonderful start already."

"Quit gloating Detective. I have a lot of moans to try out."

"Good. Let's get started," Jane leered at Maura. "On the bed, on your hands and knees."

"Fully dressed? Jane I'll wrinkle my outfit."

"I was thinking of ripping it off of you," Jane whispered in Maura's ear. She moaned. Her panties were already wet and she was painfully aroused. Jane grinned and disappeared into the bathroom.

Maura perched on the bed. She waited for Jane to emerge from the bathroom before getting on her hands and knees. She wanted to see what Jane was going to do.

The detective came into the bedroom making a final adjustment to the strap-on. She was nude. Maura's throat went dry as she took in Jane's appearance.

"You're beautiful," she whispered.

"You didn't listen to me, Maura," Jane said sternly. She walked to the foot of the bed. Maura got on her hands and knees.

"You were supposed to wait for me on your hands and knees." Jane lifted the edge of Maura's skirt and raised it. Holding it up she gave Maura two quick smacks on her buttocks for not following through on her instructions. Maura caught her breath as she felt Jane's palm land smartly on her rear end. She thrust her hips. Jane smacked her again. "Stay still," she instructed. Jane grinned. I think Maura's enjoying this a little more than she wants to admit, she thought. Jane inserted one finger in Maura's folds and noted the wetness she found.

Jane groaned. "Damn, baby, you're so wet."

"I love what you do to me, Jane. Make me scream your name."

"Babe I plan to have you screaming my name so much you'll forget it."

TBC