A/N: I dedicate this one to eve2faces, she gave me puppy dog eyes and begged for more. So here is another Of Shoes and Shackles one shot.


Of Shoes and Shackles II

Detective Jane Rizzoli was a proud and passionate Bostonian. She had three loves; Doctor Maura Isles, work and the Red Sox. For most of the year her love fell in that particular order and she would happily acquiesce to the needs and whims of her honey blonde; but as soon as the Division Series came around, there was only one thing on Jane's mind; baseball.

Jane had learned early on into her relationship with Maura that the cerebral woman had a ravenous carnal appetite as well as the confidence to take seduction to a new level, especially when it appeared that the detective had settled in comfortably to watch the Red Sox. Jane had learned and accepted that she wouldn't be seeing much of the regular season, between keeping Maura satisfied and solving homicide there wasn't much time for anything else. Come the playoffs however, Jane was determined not to miss a pitch.

With this in mind Jane had tried to explain to Maura the more complicated intricacies of the game. She believed that if Maura could grasp that it was so much more than throw ball, hit ball, she might also be able to gain some enjoyment from the sport, and be less inclined to relentless seduction. Of course Jane would soon come to realise that trying to have this discussion while lying entwined with her love after an evenings extra curricular activities was never going to end well.

"And so it's not just about what happens out there on the field you know? The choice of pitching rotation and batting line-up can play a big part in the result, especially in the playoffs." Jane frowned when she realised that while Maura had been staring at her attentively, a seductive smile was forming on the edges of her mouth. Not to be deterred she tried to push forward, "For instance tomorrow night Lester is starting for the Sox, he is an Ace, top of the line pitcher who doesn't normally concede too many runs…"

Maura had been tracing absent minded circles on Jane's bare abdomen while listening, but as much as she tried, she couldn't find baseball to be anything but boring. She tried, she really tried and she even understood exactly what she was being told but the fact remained that for Doctor Maura Isles, there was only one pastime that brought her such pleasure. Detective Jane Rizzoli. With this in mind her absent tracing became a little more pointed, with her fingers tracing upwards towards supple breasts. Her smile grew wider as she recognised a familiar hitch in her love's breath; time for round three.

Jane sighed as that familiar tingling returned, she was about to be lost to her senses and the delectable skin of her honey blonde once again. Still she forced a smirk and said, "Enjoy round three Maur, because starting tomorrow, until the Sox are knocked out there will be no more sex; and from what I can tell we have a good chance of going all the way to the World Series."

Unbeknownst to Jane she had only spurred on the competitive side of her lover. Maura's eyes sparkled as she moved in to consume her prey, pausing for a moment to borrow a line from Barney Stinson, "Challenge Accepted."

"What? No Maur, no challenge…" Jane's protests were lost under the weight of her doctor's lips.


Jane sat comfortably on the couch, beer in one hand and remote in the other. It was time for the game, Boston versus Detroit; Lester versus Verlander. She had been wary of Maura the whole day as the words challenge accepted from the night before bounced around in her brain. She expected a seductive ambush, and had prepared herself for this occasion.

As the game progressed into the third inning there had still been no sign of the doctor and as such Jane relaxed completely, enjoying the pitching battle she was witnessing. Lester already had four strikeouts from nine batters faced and Verlander was in the midst of closing out the third inning as strongly as both men had started.

Her eyes momentarily flicked from the game to her beer as she brought it to her lips. Returning her gaze back to the television she found that the view had been obscured by a perfectly formed calf and red heels; involuntarily her eyes scanned along the leg stretched out on the coffee table all the way up until she met mischievous hazel eyes. Maura was wearing nothing but red heels and a Red Sox jersey that was buttoned low and only covered enough to keep Jane curious.

"Maura, I'm trying to watch the game." She averted her eyes straight ahead, waiting for the doctor to acquiesce. She had to keep telling herself that baseball was where it was at and not to give in on the very first night that Maura had challenged her.

Maura moved out of the view of the television and sat down next to Jane, leaning in close she purred, "Wouldn't you rather play?"

A wicked grin crossed Jane's lips, she might have to miss some of the game, but it was worth it. She stood and took hold of Maura's hand, almost dragging her up stairs to the bedroom. She pressed a quick kiss to her doctor's lips and whispered, "Hang on I have an idea." Quickly crossing to the dresser she dug around in one of the drawers until Maura was curious enough to walk over beside her.

"What are you looking for Jane?"

"These!" Jane said as she snapped one cuff onto Maura and the other to the end of the bed frame. "I'll see you in a couple of hours."

Maura's protests died in the air as Jane danced happily out of the room and back down the stairs to finish watching her game. It was an absolute waste of time to be shackled to the bed with nothing to do, but Maura smiled softly as she sat down on the bed. Revenge would be sweet.