A/N: This little one –shot ficlet came about today while I was chopping two pineapples. My best friend absolutely loves the bastards, so we got some, and as usual, I am the one who cuts them up. As I was standing there cutting them, she kept trying to steal pieces. Then later on, when I had my little Tupperware container, she kept nudging me to get some of MINE, even though she had 5 containers for herself. The more I ignored her, the harder she nudged me until finally I gave up, laughing and gave her some.

What I'll probably end up doing is choosing a random object each day this week (with you guy's help possibly) and write a little one-shot ficlet around that object. Today, was PINEAPPLES…what will tomorrow's be? First person to review with an object or activity or food item (or whatever you choose), you choice will be what I write about.

Figured this will help me practice and make deadlines…help a sister out!

Of course, Maura and Jane aren't mine…bummer

Enjoy!

Present Day

Jane Rizzoli was lounging on the softest, most comfortable plush couch in all of the world when Maura Isles called from the kitchen.

"Hey, baby. Would you like some pineapple?"

This may seem like an innocent enough question. A significant other asking their partner if they'd like a snack of some sort. However, to Jane, this was no ordinary snack. Pineapple was to Jane, what shopping was to Maura…yes, that extreme. If there was one thing Maura would never forget about her girlfriend, it was how much Jane Clementine Rizzoli loved pineapple. Before she asked, however, Maura stood there in the kitchen, tapping her index finger on the counter, thinking back to when she found out about Jane's love for the fruit, as well as the first time she experienced firsthand how out of control Jane could be about it.

One year ago

They'd gone out on their first 'official' date. 'Official' because they'd basically been unofficially dating for the better part of five years prior to that. Going out to eat, going to the movies, spending holidays together, hanging out at either one's dwelling, sleeping together (just sleep with the occasional cuddle). Yeah, they were an unofficial couple long before they became an official couple.

So now, they we're hanging out in Maura's living room. Jane in the middle of the couch with her feet propped up on the coffee table sipping a beer and Maura sitting with her back against the armrest and her ankles crossed in Jane's lap.

"What's your favorite fruit?" An odd question, but one Maura wanted to know regardless. She took a sip of her glass of Merlot.

"Pineapples." Jane replied without hesitation.

"Really? Did you know that pineapple is good for colds and coughs? They are packed with Vitamin C and all the flu fighting goodness you'd expect to get from oranges except pineapples have something EXTRA special! Bromelain, an enzyme which is found in pineapples, is excellent for digestion and has been found to help suppress coughs and loosen mucus." Maura had a huge smile plastered on her face as she stared at Jane waiting for her to comment.

"Well," she took a long pull of her beer, "that explains why I never get sick." They both laughed each taking a sip of their drink.

"Actually, I have to admit that I am a bit surprised by your choice." She shrugged at Jane's sudden look of consternation, "I mean, what I'm trying to say is that I wouldn't have guessed you would even like fruit." Jane shifted, turning her torso to face Maura. "I have to practically force you to eat your vegetables," leaning forward to set her glass on the coffee table, she continued, "and let's be honest here, you aren't the healthiest eater Jane." Jane smiled and dipped her head in mock surrender.

"Touché, my friend." Taking another swig of her beer, she went on, "Yeah, pineapple is my favorite. Has been since I was a little girl. I don't know what it is about it, but I just love it, and can never get enough." She laughs at a memory from her past as a kid. "I always got in trouble for eating it all…no matter how much there was, I'd eat it all." At Maura's shocked expression, she nods. "Yep. Every last bit. All my self control just leaves when it comes to that delicious fruit." They both share a laugh before Maura speaks.

"But surely, you'd stop before you got sick? "She inquired. Jane grunted, before polishing off her beer and setting it on the coffee table.

"Actually, no. I've gotten physically sick on numerous occasions. But-"

"But you keep going." Maura finishes for her with a smile. "Well remind me to never have too much in the house with you around."

Exactly two months after that conversation

"Maura, let me have some of your pineapple." Jane stabbed a fork into Maura's bowl. Maura quickly moved out of the way.

"Wha-?" Quickly turning her body away from the offender, Maura said, "No, Jane. I told you not to eat all of yours in one sitting." Arching a delicately sculpted eyebrow, she stared at Jane from her end of the couch.

"C'mon, Maur." Jane sat in the middle of the couch with one leg under her and the other dangling off. "Please, just a couple pieces. I won't ask for any more!" she pouted.

"No, Jane." Catching Jane's lip poked out, she did a double take. "No. I told you. But see, you didn't listen to me. You ate your ENTIRE container. The whole thing." She forked a piece into her mouth, "Now you want mine!" She got up going into the kitchen to place her plastic container of pineapple chunks into the fridge.

"Fine." Jane yelled from the couch, "Then the next time I have something you want, like, say a burger…" she watches as Maura's face changes, "while you're eating a silly little salad, don't come asking for any of it. Because I'm not sharing!"

The whole time they had their little spat, Jane paid attention to where Maura put her fruit. She watched as she made her way upstairs to shower. Listening carefully, she waited until she heard the water turn on, and the slide of the shower door close, then she made her move. Hopping over the back of the couch and bypassing Bass who seemed set on tripping her up, she walking quickly to the fridge. Opening the door, Jane moved a couple items out of the way before finding the prize. Leaning in, Jane quickly grabbed the container. I'll just have a few pieces, she thought as she dug in. She won't notice if a few pieces go missing.

While Jane was busy in the fridge, Maura was actually not in the shower. Yes, she turned the water on. Yes she made sure to loudly close the shower door. However, knowing Jane like she did, she quietly made her way down the stairs, through the living and stood right outside the kitchen. Jane had her back to her, but judging by the hunch of her shoulders and the smacking of lips against juicy fingertips, Maura knew Jane was indeed in her pineapple. Maura stood there for a few more moment before crossing her arms and clearing her throat.

"Ahem."

Oh shit. Jane swallowed quickly, freezing in place. Taking a quick glance down at her hands. The container was empty. Oh shit. Oh shit. How the hell did that happen?

Quickly turning around, she was a deer caught in headlights. If Maura was being honest with herself, there was no way she could have remained upset with Jane at that moment. She looked like a child who had been caught with their hands in the proverbial cookie jar. Jane stood there, in her basketball shorts and tanktop, with her mouth open. One hand clutched the empty plastic container, and the other held one last pineapple chunk.

"What are you doing, Jane?" Maura asked with her hand on her hip. "Hmmmm?"

"Huh?" Jane didn't dare blink. Maura slowly made her way over to where she was standing.

"You know good and damn well you heard me." She was now barely an inch from Jane.

"I- uh…" Swallowing rapidly, Jane struggled to speak. "Um, I'm…uh." I'm dead.

"I told you not to eat it." Glancing into the empty container she continued, "And you ate the whole thing." Jane tried to smirk, but still shrank away from Maura's gaze.

"Well…not all of it." She held up the lone piece, "There's still this piece left." She gulped. "If you want it?" Maura grabbed Jane's wrist, brining her hand to her mouth. Gaze never leaving hers, Maura opened her mouth, and ever so slowly stuck her tongue out licking the underside of the chunk, before biting down and expertly extracting the piece from Jane's guilty fingertips. Chewing slowly, she watched as Jane's throat worked to swallow. Oh shit…that look….I'm so dead.

"Mmmm…." Her eyes slid closed, before snapping open. "Delicious."

Present Day

Maura snapped out of her reverie when Jane yelled.

"Do you even have to ask?" Jane hopped up from the couch, skipping into the kitchen, before sliding to a stop in front of Maura. She was met with raised eyebrows, hands on hips and two uncut pineapple.

"You're such a kid, Jane!" Maura laughed then squealed when Jane gathered her in her arms and kissed her.

"Well you love this kid, so…yeah." Glancing over at the pineapples, she let Maura go.

"These pineapples aren't cut, Maur." She whined. Turning away, Maura grabbed a knife, two bowls and a bamboo cutting board.

"Yes, I am fully aware of that fact." Standing on her tiptoes, she placed a kiss to Jane's cheek. "But thank you for stating the obvious, Detective."

"Ooooh…it that sarcasm I detect?" Jane snickered while bumping her hip against Maura's.

"Indeed it was." Grinned a cheeky Maura.

"I see I'm rubbing off on you." Jane laughed as she watched Maura first cut the top off, then turn it on its side to cut the bottom off. Grabbing the second one, she repeated the actions. Pausing for a moment, she turned to face Jane. Noticing the look in her eyes, Jane flinched and took a tentative step back.

"I'm telling you this right now, Jane Rizzoli. One of these are mine. Do NOT eat it, or so help me, I will NEVER bring another pineapple into this house." She stared long and hard into Jane's eyes, hand on hip, and waited. "Understood?"

Jane's gulp was audible. "Yes." Gesturing towards the fruit, " Now will you please finish?"

As she turned back to the counter, Maura admonished.

"Don't rush, unless you want to cut it yourself?" She arched an eyebrow.

"Actually," Jane sidled up and grabbed the knife, "I would." With a smug grin, she gently nudged Maura to the side. "I understand you have a certain "technique", she gave the air quotes before continuing. "But you go too slow." She quickly and deftly cut the peels off of both. With efficient slices, she quickly separated the yellow fruit from the core.

"We'll throw these," she gathered all of the peels together, "into the garbage, however, these here," she picked up the two cores, "are the best part!" Jane said excitedly, smirking in Maura's direction. Tuning into to lost expression on Maura's face, Jane sighed, "Let me guess," She turned to cut the rest of the fruit into bite sized chunks, "You've never experienced core eating, have you?" Diving up the equally pineapple into the two bowls, she placed one in front of Maura. At Maura's negative head shake, Jane sighed and handed Maura one of the cores.

"Geez, Maur!" Laughing, Jane said, "You missed out on a lot of stuff growing up. From here on out, I'm going to make it my duty to help you experience everything I did." She leaned over and gave Maura a quick kiss on the cheek. Maura grabbed her bowl and the proffered pineapple core.

"How exactly am I supposed to eat this?" Maura questioned while holding the core between her thumb, index, and middle fingers. She licked the side, catching a drip the tried to slide off. Humming in pleasure, she muttered, "These are really good, Jane!" She continued to lick the sides. Jane followed suit and licked all four sides of her core as well, agreeing with Maura's conclusion. Offering up a quick smile, she turned serious.

"Ok, Maur. There is a method to this. But watching you, I think you got the gist of it. However, since you are a beginner," At this Maura, rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Use two hands." Jane smirked, "You aren't yet ready for one hand."

"Like this?" Maura held the core in both hands, with her thumbs, index, and middle fingers.

"Yeah. Just like that." Pushing her bowl under her chin, Jane said, "Now just eat it over your bowl. It makes a mess." She giggled as Maura took a bite and juice dribbled down her chin. Chewing, Maura nodded towards Jane.

"Are you going to eat yours, " She swallowed, "or are you just going to stand there and watch me eat mine?" With a smirk, Jane brought her core up to her mouth.

"Oh, I'm definitely going to eat mine, but I'm gonna watch you eat yours too." Winking, she took a big bite, sucking on it simultaneously. Jane watched as pineapple juice dripped down Maura's hand and wrist. Maura noticed as well.

"Jane," She whined, "This is too messy." She made to move and grab some paper towels. But Jane's equally sticky hand wrapping around her wrist stopped her.

"No, Maur. You have to wait until you're finished." she whispered. Bringing her hand up, "This is what you're supposed to do." She husked, as she drew Maura's index finger into her mouth. Holding her gaze, Jane continued to suck until Maura slowly slid her finger out. "Delicious." Jane murmured, licking her lips.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep shaky breath, Maura sighed.

"You know you're such a tease. Jane." She lifted her head and caught Jane's gaze again.

"Jane smiled before wrapping her lips around her core. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked as much juice out as she could, before sliding it back out again.

"Yeah, I know." She threw her head back and laughed at Maura's wide eyes expression.

"Finish your pineapple before I eat it!"

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this little cutie pie. Also, If you are following my story At Stake, just know I haven't forgotten about it. Expect and update sometime this week.