A/N: hello readers and welcome to my fic. This is the first piece I've written for this fandom so I just wanted to say hi :) If you would be so kind as to leave a review about what you thought that would be great, but you are by no means obligated, and tell me if there are any characters changes I should make in future stories that would be super helpful :)

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The first time their hands brushed, Jane didn't think much of it, but when the offending hand slipped into her own she jerked away and looked around to see if anyone had witnessed what had happened.

"Maura," Jane hissed, "we're in public."

"Good observation skills, Jane," the doctor mocked as she reached for the taller woman's hand again.

"People will see," Jane exclaimed, taking a step away from the honey blond as they walked down the street.

"So?" Jane knew her argument was feeble just from the look in her girlfriend's eyes.

"I- ah…"

"That's what I thought," Maura smirked and grabbed Jane's elbow, dragging her back to her side and lacing their fingers together. Jane's whole body stiffened and her eyes darted back and forth to gauge the reactions of the people around them.

"Nobody cares, Jane. Holding hands isn't PDA." Jane smiled and gave Maura's hand a squeeze. "Besides, no one wants to mess with the with the bad ass with the gun." The brunette's smile grew wider before she kissed the side of Maura's head.

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"BPD! put your weapon down!"

"Please detective, don't shoot," Maura laughed as she continued to mix the salad. Jane closed the front door and walked into the kitchen.

"I don't know, your striking good looks just might be cause for attack," Jane snickered, slipping her arm around the doctor's waist.

"I am sorry officer but I cannot stop that," Maura sunk back into Jane as she threw some cucumbers into the salad. "No matter how hard you try, officer, I'm afraid that I will never surrender to you."

"Well, maybe I should try different interrogation tactics," Jane muttered as she brushed golden hair out of her way before gently pressing her lips against Maura's neck.

"Ohh, Jane," Maura moaned, gripping the edge of the counter as she pressed back into the warm body that was currently bringing her so much pleasure. "Wait, wait," she said suddenly as she reluctantly pulled away and turned to face her now confused girlfriend.

"What, I promise not to give you another hickey," Jane whined, trying to pull Maura back.

"No, it's not that," Maura shook her head and moved away from the tantalizing hands of Jane. "What was up with you today?"

"When?"

"During lunch, when we were walking down the street. Why were you so apprehensive when I tried to hold your hand?"

"Oh, that…" Jane shrugged and turned her head away, finding something suddenly very interesting with her shoes.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," Maura tried to comfort, resting a hand gently on the brunette's elbow.

"I'm not embarrassed," Jane scoffed, crossing her arms and turning away slightly and drawing into herself.

"Jane," Maura sighed and moved so she was standing in front of the detective, "there is nothing wrong with being gay."

"I know," Jane mumbled, finally meeting Maura's reassuring eyes. "I know," she repeated, letting a small smile cross her face. "Can we continue what you stopped to have this weird conversation?"

"No, it's dinner time."

"Is dinner just the salad?" Jane asked, letting her fingers trail gently across a silk covered hip.

"The chicken in the fridge still needs to be cut up but other then that I don't think there- Jane!" Maura shirked as she suddenly found herself seated on the counter and warm lips pressed to the hollow of her throat. "Jane," this time it came out as a moan as her hands became tangled in the dark hair.

"Mmm," Jane hummed against soft skin as she moved her mouth to the sweet spot behind Maura's ear while searching blindly for an apparently nonexistent zipper.

"Buttons," the doctor gasped as the other hand crept along the hem of her skirt.

"Wha?"

"My dress, has buttons- oh- down the front."

"Oh, thanks," Jane mumbled leaning back so she could undo the buttons. Maura took the chance at sudden clarity to yank Jane's shirt over her head, again wondering why she had to deal with a tank top too.

"Up," Jane suddenly demanded, tugging forward on the blond's hips. Maura looked down to see her dress undone and trapped between her and the counter. She quickly jumped off the counter, shimmying out of the offending article of clothing before attacking Jane's belt.

She had barely gotten the button undone and the zipper pulled down before Jane was suddenly gone.

"He-oh," Maura groaned as Jane's mouth suddenly made contact with her inner thigh, sending delicious tingles through her body. The doctor moved backwards until her legs made contact with the cold marble of the counter and she was able to hoist herself onto it, but not before Jane pulled the thin scrap of lace down nicely toned legs so they fell forgotten to the floor.

Maura barely noticed the cold as it seeped into her skin because she was much more focused on what Jane's hands were currently doing.

The detective rose to her full height, claiming the other woman's mouth for the first time that night, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. Both women froze, breaking apart only to look at each other in fear.

"Who is it?" Maura called, her voice much more shaky then she would have liked it.

"It's Angela. I just thought I should tell you that your curtains are open and I can make my own dinner with you two are busy."

"Shit," Jane muttered under her breath as she handed Maura her dress and ran towards the door, buttoning her pants as she did so.

"You haven't told her yet?" Maura asked as she pulled her dress back on.

"Hasn't exactly come up."

"Hasn't come up? Jane!"

"Ma!" she yelled, ignoring Maura's last comment as she opened the door just enough to scold her mother.

"Oh, Janey, you didn't have to stop on my account, I just figured that Maura had forgotten she invited me over for dinner."

"Sorry, Angela, it kind of slipped my mind," the doctor said, appearing behind Jane, her hair, as was Jane's, slightly messy and her dress rumpled beyond smoothing ability.

"Yeah, so why did you come over here?" Jane exclaimed, opening the door more fully.

"Well I was still planning on eating with you two five minutes ago, but when I opened my door I had a clear view of you two sucking face in the kitchen."

"Ma!" Jane yelled as Maura's cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

"Sorry, isn't that what you kids call it these days?"

"Ma!"

"Well I'll just be going then," Angela said, sensing that she wasn't welcomed at the time. "Call me when you're done and ready to talk about this."

"Oh, my god," Jane muttered, burying her face in her hands as Maura closed the door.

They stood there for a second before Maura spoke up.

"Why haven't you told her?"

"How exactly am I supposed to tell my mother I'm dating my best friend?"

"I would say not by having her see you sucking face with me."

"No, really, Maur? Ugh, this is so embar-"

"See! you are embarrassed."

"Yes, about that, not about being with you," Jane tried to explain.

"Then hold hands with me when we go out for lunch."

"God, Maura, I want to do so much more then just hold hands with you. I want to show the world how much I love you, how much you mean to me, but…"

"You're embarrassed."

"Maybe a little."

"Well still, holding hands is not PDA," Maura restated her previous assertion and Jane couldn't help but smile and pull her girlfriend in for another kiss, one that ended much differently then the last.