Rizzoli & Isles – I certainly don't own them. I give a lot of credit to the people that do and thank them for letting me mess about with them for a bit.

This is dedicated to the readers following my other story "Run".

This is completely unrelated as far as actual story content and is 100% PWP Rizzles fluffy smut. Extra credit to those who find the wink-nudge correlations :)

Fair warning, I just wrote this over the weekend and therefore I'm not giving it the time to sit before I reread to try to catch/edit.

M is the word.

Maura Isles raised an eyebrow as she assessed the situation.

The situation was sitting on Maura's couch with her ankles crossed on the coffee table, arms crossed over her chest, pointedly trying to peer around Maura to see the Red Sox game.

Maura reached over, picked up the remote and turned it off over her shoulder without looking. "Jane Rizzoli you promised that I could pick what we did this weekend."

Jane slumped back into the cushions and muttered something that sounded to Maura suspiciously like obstinate and fixated. Maura let the other eyebrow joint the first and waited until a set of brown eyes focused on her.

Jane considered her options. Maura had her hand on her hip, lips drawn in a tight line with her head tipped at just the right angle to look down her nose at her. This was total Isles stare down mode. Jane didn't need her detective shield to figure out that this did not bode well for her.

"Come on Maura, of all the places in Boston you really want to go dancing at Marathon? That freakin' place is such a meat market."

Maura smirked, Jane was already whining. Whining meant Jane realized she wasn't going to get her way. She just wasn't ready to submit yet. No matter, Maura had her now.

"You were perfectly willing to go there last week with your old buddies from vice."

"That was for a bachelor party Maura! You go to places like that for bachelor parties. "Jane buried her face in her hands. She was going to kill Jimmy Brown on Monday. The rookie broke a few key Jane Rizzoli cardinal rules. First you do not show bachelor party photos around the precinct and second you never, ever, use those photos to flirt with the Chief Medical Examiner.

"While I'm sure Marathon is an excellent venue for a bachelor party it also appeared by the photos I saw that it is an excellent place to go dancing. You know, by the way, I'm starting to think your balance and flexibility issues in yoga are completely fallacious. "

"Falla what? Never mind. "Jane shook her head vehemently.

"No Maura, just no, we're not going to Marathon tonight."

"But Jane, you promised!"

Jane just groaned. Forget just killing Jimmy. She was going to torture him first. To make matters worse, Jane actually had promised last Sunday that Maura could pick what they did this weekend if they skipped their morning run. With Saturday night's bachelor party hangover pounding away it had seemed like an easy solution.

"You know Maura, I heard Jimmy invite you. If you wanted to go dancing at Marathon so badly you should have come with us last Saturday. You were the one that turned him down, remember? You had plans with what's-his-face from cycle class to go to that Museum of Fine Arts exhibit." Jane was practically growling.

Maura had to try not to laugh. There it was again. Jane had a minor temper tantrum last weekend when she mentioned Eric had invited her out. Well Maura had given her every opportunity to fix that situation. After all, last time Maura had checked they were both grownups.

Grownups or not, It was too easy of an opening for Maura to ignore. She now had this argument over in a few more lines. "You're right Jane, why didn't I think of this earlier? I'll go call Eric from cycle class and see if he is free tonight. That actually makes a lot of sense."

Jane's eyes flew open. Wait, when did this situation get out so far out of her control? Maura was already across the room, headed to her mobile on the kitchen island.

Maura counted down to herself. Three. Two. One.

"You know what? You're right. I promised you could pick what we did together tonight and I keep my promises. But I'm not, no matter what you say, wearing a dress to Marathon. I am not spending my Saturday night prying guys' hands out from under my skirt. "Jane nodded in self satisfaction. God as her witness she was keeping control of something here.

"Nobody said you had to wear a dress. Just wear those pants I bought you when I was in Chicago for the DIA conference. I think they're still in the guest room closet from getting the leather softened. Oh and that off white top with the front and back V cut, that one I was telling you about with the built in bra? That should be in there too. "

Jane sighed. She really was going to have to talk to Maura about this recent habit she developed regarding shopping for her. But later, right now she looked so pleased with herself. No sense in running the risk of hurt feelings.

Besides, the leather pants were kind of hot.