I have most of this story mapped out in my head. Read, review! I just want to touch base and see if there is any interest. Expect twists and turns like never before ;)

Long blonde locks flowed between the bare shoulders in Jane's immediate view. Beads of sweat christened the detective's chin only to fall on the writhing body beneath her strong biceps. Her muscles burned in agony as they continued to hold her weight a few desperate inches above the sheet-griping, panting woman. How long had Rizzoli been rocking her lower half harder and deeper into the depths of unbridled wetness?

Jane's tormenting frustration had been the single cause of this strap-on wielding, no hold's bar orgasmic assault. Just reliving the memory caused her entire body to force itself to the brink of being downright violent. With a low growl, she forced a cry from the surface.

"Oh, come on, Jane! Here, just try it," Maura's thumb and index finger pinched off a piece of a green thing and forced it to Jane's lips.

All Jane could focus on was the sensation of Maura's fingers ghosting over her bottom lip. Her breath hitched as she choked down whatever her good doctor was prescribing over their lunch in Maura's office.

Dimples beamed on the other side of the couch as the resident Chief Medical Examiner explained, "Sugar snap peas and barley will greatly improve your LDL level. I bet your Triglycerides are dangerously high."

They're not the only thing dangerously high. Jane's thoughts were running wild as she watched Maura lick her lips before scooping up more hippy food and offering a fork full to the flushed detective. It was as if Jane was Maura's well behaved puppy in search of a reward for her behavior. She leaned forward and took the bite like a champ.

"See, it's not so bad. The benefits greatly outweigh the taste, "Maura shifted her legs and returned the fork back to her own lips. It was empty of all remnants of food, but Maura circled her lips around the metal.

Jane quickly reached for her Coke as she wondered, is that some kind of symbol? I ate off the fork, then Maura puts it in her mouth... like she's tasting... me...

After a second's too long of a daydream, Rizzoli forced herself back to reality. A laugh occurred as she replayed Maura's words, "So basically, you just admitted your lunch taste like shit."

"Language, Jane!" The honey blonde sat her plate to the side and clasped her hands in her lap.

Chocolate eyes met hazel as Jane pulled two containers out of her brown bag. One was filled to the brim with loose M & M's, but Maura's hand snatched up the other and proceeded to rip the lid clean off.

"Fluff..." The ME spoke almost dreamily as she ate half of Jane's sandwich in one bite. Then, the petite doctor reached for Jane's Coke and took a swig of the sweet liquid. She looked over at Jane. Her eyes were filled to the brim with guilt.

"Eat it, Maur."

That's all Isles needed to hear. The rest of their lunch break was spent feeding one another M & M's while Jane even managed to toss a few into Maura's mouth

"I guess I better head back and find some ass to kick," Jane slung her blazer over her shoulder as she cleaned up their lunch.

"And you do that oh, so well, detective," Maura smile was ten feet wide, that was until she added, "But no more cheating! You know I only have three weeks to fit into my wedding dress."

Jane's smile disappeared. All the flirting. All the touching. Chock it up to Maura's lack of boundaries and Jane's hopeless heart.

I could've swore she felt it too.

After another continuous round of Jane releasing her frustrations and heartache by playing the role of Italian Stallion, she removed herself from the woman who was sighing contently from her multiple orgasms of the evening. Her raven hair looked more like a mane as she hurried to put all her clothes on.

Shifting on the bed caused her eyes to flash in the opposite direction as she looked out the window, "Don't turn around," she ordered.

"That bad today, huh?"

"Yeah," Jane pulled three hundred bucks out of her pocket and placed it on the dresser.

"Honey as long as you keep fucking me like that, I'll play this Maura chick all you want."

It was almost three in the morning. Jane smelled like sweat mixed with booze and sex. Usually, an almost euphoria hit by the time she went back to her apartment, but as Maura's wedding approached, fake hooker Maura did nothing but intensify the pain.

She checked her phone and opened a text message she received hours ago.

We on for dinner? Maura said Ian was flying in and you were free.
-Casey

"Fuck me," Jane whispered as the realization hit home.

Casey was a substitute. The sex was a substitute. The bourbon was a substitute.

But ain't nothing like the real thing.