A/N: Woo. So this came from my mini burn notice challenge from WBLOM. My prompt was 'sweet and sexy high school au. no student/teacher, student/student' I think it fits all those criteria. ONE SHOT. Hope you like it!

Maura's heels clacked loudly in the empty high school hallway as she strolled to her classroom. She always loved the first day of classes; she got to see her colleagues that she'd failed to see over the summer, she got to meet new students, and she got to catch up with old ones. It was one of the only days of the year she had nothing to do.

When she rounded the corner, there sat a large group of students, sprawled around her the door to her room.

"Guys!" she laughed in disbelief, her voice gaining all their attention. "You're gonna be late for homeroom."

They grinned at her, standing from their spots on the floor and bombarding her with a giant group hug.

"We missed you," Nicole said.

"We just wanted to see you. There were more kids here, but they have classes with you…so they figured they'd see you later anyway," Jordan explained.

"None of you are in my classes?" she asked, scanning the faces.

There was quite a large number of them.

"No more spots. We've all taken all your classes already and we were just gonna take them again, but priority went to the kids who hadn't taken the classes yet."

"That many people signed up?"

They laughed.

"Of course! You've got quite the reputation," Kaylee teased.

Maura raised her eyebrows.

"What? So maybe we talk about you a lot. It's all good stuff, we swear."

She couldn't help but smile at the kids.

"Well, guys. My free periods are third and seventh. I've got lunch fifth. You're all welcome anytime."

They beamed at her.

"Thanks. You really are one of the only good teachers," Nick said.

"Go," Maura said firmly through her smile. "Don't get me in trouble so early in the year."

They nodded, dispersing in all directions. Maura waited for all of them to go before she unlocked her door, stepping into the darkness. She was happy that she didn't have a homeroom this year. It wasn't that she hated getting up in the morning, but it most certainly gave her more time with Jane and their child.

She went to her desk and sat, surveying the empty room. Yup. It'd be a good year.

The bell rang, and noise erupted in the hall outside her door. Maura considered getting up and turning on the lights, but it was so hot…They had started school earlier than usual, so it was hot, but it was late enough that the officials had shut down the air conditioning. So, in her wife's words, it was fucking hot.

A nervous freshman stuck her head into the dark room.

"Hello…?"

"It's okay, sweetie. I'm here. Turn on the lights if you want."

Maura cursed herself as her words came out. No pet names for the newbies, Maura. It's too strange. But the girl smiled, clearly comforted by her words. She flicked on the light, and headed to a seat, a bunch more kids flooding in behind her, signaled by the light. They all sat quietly, even before the second bell had rung, unlike Maura's upperclassmen classes. But she waited patiently, and stood when the bell did in fact ring.

"Okay, this is Forensic Science. Anyone in the wrong place?"

The kids looked warily at each other, but none got up.

"Wonderful. Now. You know my name: it's on your schedules. I don't know yours. So. Introduce."

They went through and timidly told them their names. First steps, done. She remembered all of them.

"Now, first lesson."

Someone groaned; she ignored it. By the end of the year they'd be thanking her for getting done early. She talked the rest of the class, all the way up until the bell rang, and they all scurried off, clearly terrified of what her class would hold. Second period was a mix of old and new students, so she was careful to hold back her usual quirkiness. She was as polite as she could be with them, answering their questions patiently and clearly. A new girl raised her hand.

"Umm, Mrs. Rizzoli?"

"Doctor."

"What?"

"It's Doctor Rizzoli. I put seven extra years in for that degree. I'd rather I at least got the title that went along with it."

The girl blushed and her gaze dropped, and Maura was quick to backtrack.

"Nothing against you, sweetheart. Just being honest," she assured gently.

Her older students were quick to agree, telling stories of all the other kids that messed up her name. As the bell rang and the class ran from her, a flood of her old students rushed in toward her, grouping around her desk and chattering about their summers, asking her about hers. She chuckled lightly, smirking at them.

"I'll tell you about my summer if you give me five minutes to explain the course, alright?"

They all made faces.

"C'mon. Do we have a deal?"

She extended her fist across the desk, and they all grinned. All twenty-five of them put their fists to hers before running to their seats. With their cooperation, Maura managed to shove the forty minute lecture she had planned into the promised five minutes. They looked at her expectantly.

"Can we ask as you now, Dr. Rizzoli?"

"So you got them to stop calling Dr. Smarty Pants, did you?"

Maura rolled her eyes, turning toward her open door. Jane was leaning casually against the door frame, a wide grin on her face.

"Only you call me that, dear," Maura retorted, trying to hide her smirk.

Jane saw it though, pushing off the frame and slowly walking toward her.

"Sorry if I interrupted," she added as an afterthought, "but I just wanted to wish you happy birthday."

She pulled a cupcake from behind her back and the class gave a group 'aww.' Maura blushed and accepted the cupcake, along with a sweet kiss, their bodies lingering together, even after their kiss ended.

"You're even prettier in person," Rachel called from the back of the room. "Dr. Rizzoli's pictures don't even begin to do you justice, Mrs. Rizzoli."

Jane laughed.

"That's my mother, kid. Either Jane or Detective is fine. Really."

"And she does walk like a man," Tara noted quietly.

"And she is most definitely a romantic," Tori said.

Jane stared at the students, then at Maura.

"My God…you're creating an army of mini 'Maura's," Jane laughed, slipping her arm around Maura's waist. "And can I infer you talk about me?" she asked in a mocking tone.

The kids nodded.

"Sometimes she can't stop. Takes up a whole class period."

"Really?" Jane asked smugly, squeezing Maura to her a little tighter.

"Don't give her a bigger head than she already has," Maura warned.

Jane smirked.

"Fine, fine. Don't tell me the wonderful things Maura says about me. It's not like I'm your inside scoop to the life of Dr. Maura Rizzoli or anything…"

Maura shot the class a stern look.

"Don't fall for it. She's a sweet-talker from way back."

None of the kids seemed to want to take up Jane's offer, content to just sit and observe the adorable pair. Jane gave her another chaste kiss before stepping away.

"I'm interrupting," she laughed, casually slumping down into Maura's chair. "Please. Continue."

Her wife's unladylike posture really was distracting Maura. Jane's body was parallel to the desk as opposed to perpendicular, one elbow on the edge of the desk, using her arm to prop up her head. Her legs were spread slightly in her Rizzoli confidence, and Maura licked at her suddenly dry lips, trying to focus back on her class.

"Shoot. Before we relax, can I just really quickly tell you about the basics of the class, not the material?"
They nodded, noting Maura's unusually flustered nature.

"So there's a test every other week, quizzes at random. But, that's not the point. The whole point of this course is for me to get you a five on the AP test. I want to make your college experience better…So please, if you're ever struggling, come see me. My door's always open, as most of you know already. And I…I think that does it!"

"Great. Do we get five questions?"

"What?"

"For all your classes, you give them five personal questions. Anything they want to ask and you'll answer. Don't we get any?"

"You already had five!" Maura laughed.

"But not this year!" Tim protested.

Maura sighed.

"Fine. Ask away."

The kids got up and grouped together, mumbling quietly with each other. Maura made her way over to Jane, sitting down in her lap and leaning back into her wife. The detective's hands wrapped protectively around Maura's stomach, her chin resting on Maura's shoulder.

"Why do you do that?" Jane murmured.

"Let them ask questions? It builds trust between us. And it gives them an opportunity to work together. Form kinship."

Jane smiled, pressing her lips gently to Maura's neck before turning back to watch the kids debate quietly. When they seemed ready, they all turned to face the pair.

"How many times did you have sex on your honeymoon?"

"Excuse me?!" Jane asked in typical Rizzoli defiance.

"84 times."

"Maura!" Jane chastised, then paused. "Wait, really?"

She tilted her head far enough to the side to get a better look at Maura's face. Maura chuckled, leaning further back into Jane.

"We were there three weeks, an average of four rounds a day. And twenty one times four is 84, is it not?"

"Huh," Jane breathed, a blush creeping ever so slightly into her face. "Can we maybe move on?" she muttered.

"When did you know you loved her?"

"Our second date," they said together.

Maura's heart fluttered before she continued.

"Our first date was to…oh what was it Jane?"

"It didn't even really matter," Jane laughed. "We went to see a movie that'd been out for a while. So no one else would be there and we could talk the whole time. It was nice."

"And then she drove me home. She didn't try to kiss me, just opened the car door for me, gave me a wave, and left."

A kid booed and Jane laughed.

"Can I flick him off? Is that allowed?"

Maura grinned and swatted Jane's hand.

"Then our second date, she took me to this little French restaurant. It was wonderful. We ate and talked. When the table was cleared, she put her hand over mine, held it tight as we talked. It was indescribably right."
Jane was beaming, nuzzling her nose into Maura's hair momentarily.

"And then it got cut short. We both got called into work. A body showed up. So we went, we did our jobs, and we were sent home. She held my hand in the car, like we were never interrupted. She walked me to my door, kissed me goodnight…"

She hummed, her fingers brushing across her lips at the thought.

"I knew I loved her then."

"But don't go thinking that two dates is enough to judge that," Jane chuckled. "We'd known each other for three years beforehand."

"So you worked together?"

"HA!" Jane laughed, pointing gleefully at the kid. "That was a question. Yes. We worked together. We still do. Technically."

"What Jane means, is that in a year, I'll be back at my position as the Chief Medical Examiner."

"And you won't be here."

"You'll all be graduated!" Maura countered. "And you can always visit me. Really, I'd welcome the company."

"Two questions!" Jane laughed. "Bring 'em on."

The kids exchanged grins.

"Well since we let you off with such an easy one…what're those bruises on your wrist, Dr. Rizzoli?"

"From handcuffs. Jane gave me an early birthday present—"

"Okaaaay," Jane called out loudly, pushing Maura up and guiding her to the door. "I'm gonna have to stop you there. Now, excuse me, I'm gonna have a stern talking-to with my wife, if you don't mind. I'll bring her right back."

She gave a final shove, knocking Maura out into the hall and slamming the door.

"What're you doing?!" Jane hissed, stalking toward Maura.

The M.E. backed up until she was pressed to the lockers. Her breathing was already harder as Jane approached slowly, pressing their bodies together.

"Stop it, Jane, not here."

"Why not? You tell your students about it, why not show them, too?" she murmured roughly, her voice deep.

Maura whimpered at the voice, pressing her hands to the cold lockers in a vain attempt not to grope her wife at work. Jane had one hand against the lockers by Maura's head, the other against her side. Their lips stayed centimeters apart as Maura fought to remember how to breathe. Her body felt weak as she took in Jane's scent, letting her eyes close.

"Do not take advantage of me, Jane Rizzoli. I'm hypersensitive right now, and you know it, damnit—"

Jane kissed her languidly, letting their tongues roll together, only pulling apart as Maura moaned.

"You want to, don't you?" Jane husked, kissing down Maura's throat to her collarbone, biting and sucking gently as her hand trailed gently up and down Maura's side.

"Stop it, Jane, I mean it," Maura gasped breathily.

Jane chuckled into her neck, sucking a little bit harder. Maura gasped again, slamming her palm against the locker in frustration. The kids in her room heard the unmistakable sound.

"You're gonna have to be more convincing than that, Dr. Rizzoli."

"Jane…" Maura tried to protest, but it came off as a plea.

"Hmm?" Jane asked, shifting her leg between Maura's, pressing up slightly.

Maura held back her moan, biting her lip. They heard footsteps and jumped apart. Jane cleared her throat as she tried to lean casually on the lockers beside Maura, while the M.E. tried to tousle her hair back into place. A teacher rounded the corner, saw them and smiled, before passing them with a second thought.

"Can I get back to my class now?" Maura hissed.

Jane smirked.

"Fine. I'll give you a couple minutes to cool off."

Maura smiled at her gratefully, pulling Jane's head down for a chaste kiss before reentering her classroom.

"Sorry about that."

They smirked at her. Maeve, in the front row, tossed Maura something. She caught it and her eyes narrowed as she read the label. Her eyes widened and her hand flew to her neck.

"I'm gonna kill her!" she breathed.

The kids chuckled.

"She knew she did that! I'm just gonna kill her!"

She applied the girl's cover-up on her neck quickly, tossing it back.

"Does anyone actually want to learn in this class?" she asked warily.

Surprisingly, they all nodded.

"You're a great teacher, Dr. Rizzoli. Really. You help students learn, and you're…you're really fun."
Maura gave a small smile.

"You think?"

"Momma!"

Maura jumped at the sound, turning to the door. Her face lit up as her little girl waddled to her. She crouched down and the girl fell into her arms, Maura scooping her up and resting her on her hip.

"Happy Birthday," the girl said brightly.

"Thank you, sweetie," Maura cooed, hugging her tighter.

Jane snickered as she reentered.

"Sorry 'bout that, Maur. She kinda slipped outta my grasp."

She was holding a sleeping baby boy in her arms as she approached, her free hand once again wrapping around the honey-blonde's waist, pulling the four of them close together. They looked like a perfect family, but most importantly, they looked happy. Their little girl's arms clutched tightly around Maura's neck, pressing her cheek to her mother's in a small embrace. Maura kissed her baby boy's head gently, careful not to wake him.

"I, uhh, I brought them over cause they were still asleep when you left. Figured you'd wanna see 'em since you'll be out late tonight."

"Thank you, Jane," Maura almost whispered. "This was a wonderful surprise."

"Anything for you, babe."

Maura set down her daughter to properly thank Jane, her hands gently cupping her face, their lips connecting in a gentle rhythm, until one of her kids whistled. Maura bit her lip, a blush creeping up her neck. Jane grinned, but her brow furrowed in disappointment.

"Aww, it's no fun when you cover it up so quick!" she whined, her fingers brushing at Maura's neck.

"You're in trouble. Don't push it," Maura chastised.

Jane made a face, but nodded.

"Bye, sweetie," she murmured, placing her hand carefully at the top of Maura's stomach, rubbing gently. "It was great seeing you."

They exchanged a final chaste kiss and Jane took their daughter by the hand, walking out quickly.

"You're pregnant!" A girl burst out as soon as Jane was out of sight.

Maura smiled a glowing smile, flattening out her flowing dress to show them her barely-there baby bump.

"Is it a boy or girl?"

"Another little girl," Maura said softly.

"Yours?"

"Yes. She has my DNA. And I believe that puts you one question in debt."

They groaned.

"And remember the rule."

The kids made more grumbling sounds as they answered.

"You have to answer no matter what," they echoed in unison.

Maura smirked.

"Would you rather your quiz be tomorrow or the end of the week?"