Jane Rizzoli was not one to be trifled with, she would not stand for the glares or the snide remarks of ignorant people. Should you try to fuck with her, have no doubt she would fuck with you right back, often to the sound of appluase and whistles. Still, everybody knew there was one girl, that Rizzoli never could seem to catch- her favorite night club singer. This woman usually worked at The Dirty Robber, Jane's headquarters so to speak. And damn, if Jane didn't remember every song she sang. Every body had their eye on this "Maura Isles"- men wanted to be seen with her, women wanted to be friends with her. Jane, however was one of the exceptions. She didn't care about being seen with Maura, nor did she want to be friends with Maura- Jane, to put a fine point on it, was infatuated with this night club beauty.

So on this chilly October night, Rizzoli came into The Dirty Robber expecting nothing less than Maura up beside the piano singing the latest hit. Casually she handed her coat to the attendant and flattened her newly-tailored men's suit against her fit figure. Her ears opened to the sweetest song she'd ever heard, I'll Walk Alone. Maura's voice was immediatley recognizable, that honey dipped crooning that stole all the oxygen from the large room. She always left everyone breathless, everyone but Jane, who always retained her cool and calm demeanor, staring up at Maura from her usual spot at the bar, beer in hand.

Maura smiled at the crowd as she finished her song, and scanned the room with her honey brown eyes, catching the eyes she was looking for. It was also no secret that Maura had a thing for the raven-haired Rizzoli, however she had promised that she wouldn't do anything brash and had stuck to that promise for months now. Her light gold dress glittered as she stepped off the small stage, giving a wink to the barman to singal that she was ready. A tall glass of red wine in her hand as she sat down a couple seats away from the now fidgeting Rizzoli.
The pianist began a sultry jazz tune, and the barman whistled to get everyone's attention.

"Ladies' choice." he yelled, as the crowd separated into men and women. Girls picked up their men and began dancing closely. After everyone had paired off, a few stragglers around the edge of the dance floor, Maura stood from her spot at the bar, finishing off the last of her red wine.
"Ladies' choice?" came the voice to Rizzoli's ear. Maura stood next to Jane, her hair flowing across one shoulder as she tilted her head a daring look on her face.
"Sure." Jane said, removing her hat and sitting it next to her beer on the bar.

Maura led the way as Jane enjoyed the view from behind. The song was already half-way through as Jane took Maura into her arms to dance. A few couples noticed and left the floor, wanting to watch what might unfold. They began waltzing around the dance floor, both parties silent, but their eyes said more to each other than words could convey. As the song ended, and the remaining couples clapped, Maura eyed Barold the pianist and hitched her chin. Jane noticed, but finished clapping, determined not to say anything. However, as Barold started with the slow, sweet melody, she smirked, now knowing what Maura's plan had been. As they came back together for another dance, Maura wrapped her arms around Jane's neck, letting her thumbs run over the skin she found there. Jane gave a slight shiver but let her hands drop to Maura's waist, careful not to go any further than was suitable- maybe a little further.

Slowly they began dancing to the demure song, the pianist drawing out each sleepy note.
"Was this your plan all along, Ms. Isles?"
"Maura, please. And I'll never tell, Jane." Jane smirked hearing her name come from the singer's lips.
"I might have to get it out of you'"
"You wouldn't dare." Maura muttered smiling up at her dancing partner. "After all today's my birthday."
"And I forgot to get you a present." Jane smirked again.
"Oh, well, I'm sure we'll figure out something." Maura said, slightly pressing against Jane. With a quick, quiet groan, Jane gripped Maura's waist. Maura obviously enjoyed Jane's reaction, and continued her movements,
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Ms Isles." Jane's sultry voice whispered so close to Maura's ear, she practically kissed the pale flesh beneath her lips.
"I would never dream of it." The blonde said with a slight smile. "I believe this is the part where you ask to walk me home." Jane knew it could never be that easy, but perhaps it would lead to something more for the future.
"I suppose so. Do you need someone to escort you home, Maura?" She added a steamy, humid sound to the lady's name.
"I suppose so." Maura whispered into Jane's ear. Giving a quick kiss to the brunette's earlobe. They pulled apart as the song ended, and Jane gave another of her signature smirks.
"Wait for me at the bar?" Mara asked, already knowing the answer she would receive. She hurried back up to the stage and sang 10 or so more songs before the club closed.

As the bar cleared out, Jane tossed back a third beer, wondering if she should make her move on the walk to Maura's apartment.
"Well, are you still able to escort a lady home?" Maura asked grabbing Jane's beer and finishing it off.
"I guess." Jane muttered wanting so badly to steal the last drop of beer from Maura's lips. After all, the club was empty except for the barman, and perhaps it would be worth it to get kicked out or slapped for unwanted advances. Although with the way Maura was standing, and the way she had been behaving, Jane wouldn't exactly call them unwanted anymore.
"Bye, Vince." Maura waved to the barman, grabbing Jane's hand. They left together, Jane's coat around Maura's cold shoulders. "How gentlemanly of you." Remarked the blonde, pulling the coat close around her.
"I do my best, ma'am." Jane said with a sly grin, donning her hat and boldly putting her arm around Maura's waist.
"I hope so, Jane. Really I do." They walked down a few blocks and across a couple streets, closing in on Maura's apartment. A sudden chill came over Maura, and she took Jane's hand once again. The blonde pulled the brunette into a small alleyway with a disarming smile.

"It's still my birthday, you know." She whispered backing herself up against the wall. Jane walked forward, close enough to place her hands on the wall above Maura's shoulders.
"Yeah? I figured it might be." Jane said closing the short distance between them. Her bound chest now pressing against Maura's barely covered breasts.
"Aren't you supposed to kiss the birthday girl?" Maura asked, lifting her lips towards Jane's.
"Only if she knows what she's getting into."
"I think she knows." Came the reply as Maura pressed her hips against Jane's lower body.
"Maybe." Jane gave a smirk once more and moved in to kiss Maura's bright lips. The blonde's cheeks blushed as she crossed the small distance to Jane's lips. It was a chaste kiss at first, Jane testing Maura's limits, but as Maura began to kiss her again' this time her lips opened to Jane's tongue. They explored each other's mouths with haste, swapping each other's taste around with their tongues. Jane would get hints of red wind and jazzy songs, while Maura tasted want and beer.
"Jane… Oh, Jane." Maura began as the brunette kissed her way around Maura's slender neck. Maura felt herself float off the ground as Jane lifted Maura by her thighs which opened to wrap themselves around the brunette's waist. Soft moans escaped Maura's lips as Janes hands ventured up Maura's dress to clasp the backs of her thighs. "Mm… Jane… I've got to… Get home."
In each pause Jane kissed Maura's lips with languid passion. She breathed humid air onto Maura's neck letting her legs fall slowly back to the ground. Jane's hands wandered back over Maura's dress and found themselves gripping at Maura's still moving hips. With her eyes closed, her tongue pressed out between her soft lips, Maura gave a small sigh, her hips stopping their movements.
"Jane…" The blonde said, slowly opening her honey brown eyes. "Jane, I've got to… Get home."
"I know, Maura." Jane whispered, releasing Maura's hips and pulling back.
"I don't want to though." She sighed, still catching her breath.
"It's alright… I'll see you home." Jane muttered wiping her mouth with her thumb, revealing a light smear of red lipstick. "I think you left something of yours on me." Jane said, wiping the edges of Maura's smeared lipstick from the blonde's face.
"Sorry." Maura muttered blushing.
"I don't mind it." Jane whispered pulling Maura from against the wall.
"So which way is home for you?" She asked dusting herself off. Maura smiled,
"Two buildings down."
"Cut it a bit close didn't you?" Jane asked. This time it was Maura's turn to smirk,
"A girl's gotta give you some suspense, Jane." The blonde flattened out the wrinkles in her dress, and licked her lips. "You don't have to take me the rest of the way." Maura said about to take off Jane's suit jacket.
"I don't mind." Jane answered back, placing an arm around the singer's waist. "Really, guide the way."
"Alright." Maura said, pulling Jane towards her apartment. "I've got to go inside." She said as they reached a bright brick building. Jane shook her head,
"What a shame." She muttered letting go of Maura's waist once again.
"Oh, your jacket." Maura remembered half up the steps. She pulled it off her shoulders and met Jane at the sidewalk again.
"Thank you." Jane said, taking the jacket and hanging it on her arm.

Neither said goodbye or waved back at the other, Jane just watched Maura walk back up the stairs and close the door. Maura looked back only once, to see Jane walking away. Jane didn't smile, she didn't click her heels or jump into the air with a triumphant yell, she simply walked home, chewing the inside of her lip as she walked. It took her nearly an hour to get back to her apartment in the eastern side of the city. But she didn't mind, all the while she walked her mind dreaming of Maura's voice moaning her name and the blonde's hips moving against her own. With nobody to bring up to her dirty apartment tonight, she simply slipped into the door and walked quietly up the stairs.
"Mm." She muttered while she changed for bed, carefully placing her suit in the closet. Slowly she took off her bindings and looked at herself in the mirror. Jane wondered what Maura would think of her naked body.