Notes:

For real my first EVER fanfic. I got this idea and I kinda wanna set it to paper. :D please be gentle. Set after "I kissed a girl" and moving on from there, I might use story line, I might go completely AU who knows but I hope you'll enjoy the ride ^_^ and of course the obligatory I do NOT own rizzoli and Isles or make any money on any of this at all :)

Chapter 1: Jane

The days drag, and as this Friday day comes to a close, Detective Rizzoli bids good-bye to her work, her friends, her partner and the most important of all Maura. She gets back home and grabs a beer from the fridge, pressing it against her head before uncapping it and taking a drink. She puts her gun and badge in the drawer behind the couch, shedding detective Rizzoli and becoming Jane. Jo Friday hops up onto the couch as the lanky brunette flops down on the couch and her thoughts swirl. Jane knows it's no use. She drains the beer and grabs her keys. She heads out to her dirty little secret, she heads to Merch.

It's been a month since that undercover mission and Jane is at Merch again. She has been back to Merch four times. Jane takes a long pull of her beer, eyes watching all over the room. She could say it was because she is a detective and needed to keep scanning for danger. But that would be a lie, it was really just to see everything; to take it all in. If the brunette was actually honest with herself, it was to see all she could have if she just let herself admit her feelings.

She spots a blonde on the dance floor, Jane watches her dance. The blonde sways and undulates to the music, making Jane's lips dry, she licks them just as she catches the blonde's eyes. The blonde, who has blue eyes, not hazel, winks at Jane and blows her a kiss. Jane blushes to the roots of her hair and turns away. She wonders what it be like to watch Maura dance and have Maura wink at her. "Ugh, shut up" Jane mumbles into her beer talking to own brain. The wheels keep turning. As always it always ends back up to Maura.

"Ladies, may I get you something to drink?"Jane remembers it like it happened just yesterday. Suddenly the room shank in on her and her brain shut down. Maura's rack was right there. Right. In. my. Face. Jane's face burns as she remembers her slow surface, she almost ruined the whole undercover right then and there. Once those beauties were within her reach. She was suddenly overcome with the desire to press the blonde doctor up against any surface and take her hard and fast. Jane's breathing hitches against her bottle as the fantasy flashes before her eyes again.

Maura pinned against a wall her hands tangling in the dark locks. Her mouth slightly open, her chest heaving as I mark every inch of her neck. Biting, sucking and soothing it all with my mouth. All the while my hands are moving; holding, teasing her nipples through that amazing outfit. Hearing Maura beg me to touch her. My hands running up her legs, past the skirt and feeling her core, wet and hot. All for me. I tease her running a long finger through her wetness hitting her clit. Maura gasps and moans saying my name in just that way "Jaanne" I can feel my own clit jump at the sound. I need her so bad, I plunge two fingers inside. My Maura is so wet and feels so deliciously tight and hot. I hear her moan so wantonly, for me, because of me, and I feel her thrust against my fingers. I pump as deep and as fast as I can. I hear her getting close. I pull back and reenter her with three fingers, she is so slick I know she can take it. I hear her cry out my name in pleasure and my own wetness floods my underwear, ruining them. I keep up the pace and apply pressure to her clit. Suddenly I feel her body let go with a moan of my name and she comes all over my fingers and hand and it is the most erotic thing I have ever seen and heard.

And then I remember Frost and Korsak and the dead woman who needs justice and I return to reality in time to answer Maura's question. I throw in as much of the Jane Rizzoli swagger as possible praying no one noticed my thoughts or my pause.

With a hard sigh Jane finishes her beer, slips out of her fantasies and just like the other 3 times she exits Merch alone, disappointing quite a few women there.

Back at her apartment Jane leans against the door as she shuts it. A heavy sigh escapes and she flips out her phone. "Hey Maur hope your night is going good" Jane texts her best friend.

"My night is going quite well. There is a fascinating documentary on tonight about ancient poisonings . Would you like to meet up for lunch tomorrow?" Maura replies using exact grammar and punctuation making Jane chuckle and roll her eyes.

"Yeah sure sure :D how about I grab you up at noonish" Jane texts back smiling at Maura's reaction to slang even though she can't see her.

"Noonish is not a word, but yes noon is fine. I can't wait. Good night Jane." Maura sends back. Making Jane chuckle out loud.

As Jane changes into her shorts and ratty BPD shirt and lays down to sleep her mind wonders to the honey-blonde doctor. She thinks about Maura's hour long bedtime ritual. Her breath hitches as she imagines the beautiful doctor applying lotion all over herself. Jane growls and punches a pillow. "I can't do that, she is my best friend." Jane chants sadly. With tears threatening to fall Jane rolls over and attempts to sleep while Maura runs through her head.