I'm not drunk, I'm just intoxicated by you.

"You're drunk."

Jane's words cut through the fog in Maura's head, her voice so near, her lips so close to her ear. The pub they dragged each other into to forget about the awful case they just closed is loud, crowded, people push against their backs and make their chests crush against one another.

Maura must be drunk. Her words are too forward, her hands incessantly touching Jane, she told her she's beautiful at least three times. She turns her back to her and sways against her, Maura's hands reaching behind to hook their fingers together.

And Jane must be, too. She doesn't stop her, she dances with her best friend's body pressed to hers, her eyes follow the sweet line of Maura's back, her hands ache to touch.

"You're drunk," Jane says again.

And Maura turns back, the swift motion making her hair sway. She's smiling a drunk smile, the effect of alcohol just softens her features, makes her restless.

Less uptight.

"I'm not drunk," she answers, her tongue between her teeth as she grins.

"Just intoxicated," she continues, her face inching nearer as she tries not to stumble, her hands grabbing Jane's biceps to steady herself.

Her cheek brushes against Jane's as she goes for her ear, Jane's mind too relaxed to make her back away, Maura's scent hugs her and dulls her senses.

"By you", Maura finally whispers.

And it's barely out before Jane's hands cradle her face and her mouth seeks Maura's. Her body shakes as they kiss, Maura pulls her closer with a hand on Jane's nape and a moan resounds in the back of her throat, makes it quiver.

Their breasts graze and their lips part, a mixture of beer and wine and tongues in their mouths. Jane's hand runs low on Maura's back, the press of her lips makes it impossible not to drag her against herself. The low sigh that rumbles between their chests gets lost in the desperation of their hands and the resolution of their lips.

People vanish in the background as the insistence of their touch grows and the fervor fades, a slow, deep need takes its place in their mouths. Heat and want surge between them as Maura's smile breaks free against her lips, reminding her she has just kissed her best friend in a crowded pub.

Jane's arms slide along her sides and tighten, the hard metal of the zipper bruise her palms but she smiles as their foreheads touch.

There is no taste but Maura's in her mouth as they walk out hand in hand.