Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except the story. Characters go to Tess Gerritsen and TNT.

Note: This is my first R&I fic, and my first English-written fic, so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes. Enjoy!

It was Maura's real first Christmas party with the precinct; she had been invited on her first year of duty, but she had used a family reunion as an excuse to not come, too shy to join her new colleagues. This year, however, was different. Korsak and her had sang the karaoke version of "Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer", Frost had made her play a shooter game, Jane had taught her all kinds of pseudo-Christmas traditions involving alcohol and lack of clothes, and she had drank countless glasses of wine.

Maybe a little bit too much.

Jane had never seen her friend so wasted since they met. Maura Isles was sputtering, hugging everyone – she even gave a slobbery kiss to Frost's cheek – and on top of that, she was swearing to Daub, a new officer who was ogling her boobs a little bit too close. With her pink cheeks, her silly grin and Jane's tank top on (they had made an exchange in the bathroom), she was the cutest drunk Jane had ever seen. Well, Jane was also getting very tipsy, because she started to stare at Maura's breasts too…The tank top was just perfectly too large for the giggling M.E.

-Oh my god, Jane! They're doing a contest to win a Bailey's bottle! I WANT THAT BAILEY'S!

Jane suddenly got dragged away from the table to a stage where way too many people were standing, waiting for god knew what. Maura could barely stand up on her own and was steadying herself against Jane, hugging her tightly.

"Hello Ladies and Gents!"

The Dirty Robber's bartender, bare chest and seemingly drunk as well, was trying to explain the rules to the crowd.

-Uuuuuuhhh, he's SEXY! screamed Maura.

-Maura, shhh, listen to the rules!

-The what?

-…Each team of two will have to drink a shooter of Sour Puss in the sexier possible way. Good luck!

Most of the contestants were men who were struggling being on their feet alone and didn't look very sexy gulping down their shooters with some cavemen grunts. The few girls that were there didn't do any better than showing some cleavage and licking their shooter outrageously. Maura and Jane were one of the lasts to go. And they didn't have the slightest idea of what they would do.

-Your turn, girls!

-Maura…You sure that…

-Let's drink face-to-face Jane!

-Okaaayyy…

"What the hell am I doing here?" Jane thought, beginning to slowly drink her shooter (she never liked shooters, let alone Sour Puss).

Suddenly, Maura punched her arm, causing her to drop her shooter in her V-neck. Great, now she had pink, sweet stuff all over.

-Damn it Maura! What the hell?

Maura didn't hear her. She was looking at Jane's V-neck. Her gracious neck, her tanned skin, her small cleavage…She just felt like…

Maura Isles bent towards her friend and licked the Sour Puss dropping from Jane's neck. She lazily passed her tongue on her soft neck, twirled it around her collarbone and went to get the plastic shooter from in between her breasts. With her teeth, of course.

Later, the very serious medical examiner would think of this moment as the first bold move she ever did. But right on the spot, she was feeling like a free, mad woman and she was loving it.

Jane was so bewildered she barely realized they had won the freakin' Bailey's bottle. Maura's tongue just…turned her on so, so bad. Actually, she was denying that Maura could turn her on by just being herself (ahem, her usual self), but that was just…so, SO hot. She could only imagine what her friend could do with her tongue to the rest of her body…

"Oh. my. god. Jane, just stop it. Now."

-Woohooo Jane! We-won-the-bot-tleee! was screaming Maura over the cheers of the whole bar.

-Yeah…congrats Maura!, said Jane, trying to sound normal.

A while after, when they were both back with Korsak, Frost and the others and that they were getting tired of teasing them about "the sexiest drinking ever", Maura whispered to Jane:

-Honey, can you drive me home?

She had her cute shy and guilty face to which Jane could never said no. The brunette sighed. She was just sobering up, but Maura was still very intoxicated.

-Fine sweetie. Just let me grab my keys.

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