A/N: Some wholesome and not-so-wholesome Rizzles Valentine's Day fun. Enjoy! :)

Valentine's Day had approached much faster than Jane had hoped. Ever since they had become a couple, Jane spent nearly every waking moment with Maura. While at work, Maura stuck to Jane like glue. There were so many instances when the presence of their medical examiner was unneeded, but that didn't matter to Maura because Jane needed her. Having her girlfriend there gave Jane confidence or, rather, having her girlfriend present made Jane want to impress her and be even better at her job. Her girlfriend was quite the show off when the object of her desire was present, which always made Maura smile.

Jane and Maura had never mentioned exchanging gifts, but it was their first Valentine's Day as a couple and Jane wasn't going to take any risks. If she didn't get Maura a gift, but Maura gave her one, she'd fear being marked as a bad girlfriend or, worse, she'd see the look of disappointment on Maura's face—the face she loved. She loved Maura; rather, she was in love with Maura. It wasn't a new feeling for Jane, but her acceptance of this feeling was new. She wanted to deny it for as long as she could for fear of being vulnerable and getting hurt, but she told herself she had no reason to worry. This was Maura—her best friend. If she couldn't trust her heart with Maura, whom could she trust it with?

Jane looked at the square-shaped box that she had placed on top of her bed. Inside it was a bracelet—a personalized bracelet. Jane had never bought jewelry for anybody before, except for a necklace she had bought for her mom with Frankie and Tommy for Mother's Day when she was twelve, but this was entirely different. Jane knew her mother would love the necklace regardless because it was from her children, but would Maura love the bracelet regardless because it was from her girlfriend? Jane knew it didn't matter; the bracelet was personalized so there was no returning it and, with Maura due to arrive in minutes, there was no turning back.

There were no grandiose gestures planned, no flowers and candy, and no candlelit dinner and champagne. All Jane and Maura really wanted was a stolen moment. They wanted to retreat and forget about the world around them. There was nothing officially planned, so there was no hype for them to live up to, which is exactly how they wanted it. All around the city, there were couples getting engaged on that day and women receiving dozens of red roses, but all Jane hoped for was an opportunity to cuddle with her girlfriend, which is why they insisted on a 'pajamas only' rule. Her pajamas that night were a pair of low-rise sweatpants and a bare midriff tank top. It wasn't what she usually slept in, but she knew Maura loved her abs and she thought she'd give her girlfriend just a little bit of eye candy.

When Jane heard a knock on her door, she nearly leapt from her bed on her way to answer it. On the other side of the door was her bare-legged girlfriend, nearly shivering in the hallway. It was a cold night and Jane knew if her girlfriend was willing to brave a Boston winter night with hardly any clothes, she must have something special in store for her.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Maura said and kissed Jane on the cheek. That innocent kiss made Jane feel weak in the knees. She pulled her girlfriend in and closed the door behind her. Once Maura was safely inside Jane's warm apartment, Jane held her as close as she could, taking in the scent of Maura's hair and the smell of her perfume.

"I missed you," Jane told her, her arms still wrapped around Maura.

"You saw me three hours ago," Maura pointed out.

"I know," Jane said shyly. She couldn't stop herself from blushing so she turned away from Maura.

"Look at me," Maura insisted. She put her hands on her girlfriend's cheeks and pressed her lips to hers. "It's just Valentine's Day."

"This is my first real Valentine's Day with a girlfriend," Jane admitted.

"I'm honored to be your first," Maura said and kissed her again. That kiss made Jane smile even more.

"You're my first and my last," Jane let it slip out. She felt relieved when she noticed Maura start to smile. "Maura, I'm sorry. I mean—"

Before Jane could finish her sentence, Maura laced their fingers together and led Jane over to the couch.

"You're still wearing your coat," Jane pointed out.

"I'll take it off," Maura said mischievously. Jane's eyes widened when she saw what Maura was wearing underneath. She had expected pajamas or even a negligee, but the woman she loved was wearing nothing underneath.

"Maura Dorothea Isles," Jane said in disbelief. "This isn't how you sleep."

"This is how I sleep when I spend the night with you," Maura said matter-of-factly.

"Don't think I'm focusing on your breasts," Jane began. "But—"

"But you're focusing on my breasts," Maura pointed out.

"I'm focusing on what's on your breasts," Jane said embarrassedly. "Or what's on your chest. Okay, I'm staring at your breasts and the red heart you've drawn on you."

"What heart?" Maura asked nervously.

"This one," Jane said and kissed the carefully drawn red heart.

"It's nothing," Maura insisted.

"Is it a gift for me?" Jane asked.

"No," Maura responded. "I didn't get you a gift."

"Maura, you're breaking out in—"

"No," Maura interrupted.

"Maura, you're lying," Jane said as she playfully pulled her naked girlfriend on top of her. As beautiful as Maura looked, Jane was far too nervous to be aroused. Instead, she held onto Maura and draped a blanket over the two of them. Feeling Maura's soft skin finally put Jane at ease.

"I have a gift for you," Maura admitted. She reached for her coat and handed Jane a key that she had taken from her pocket.

"I already have a key to your house," Jane told her with a confused look on her face.

"This isn't a key to my house," Maura corrected her. She grabbed Jane's hand and held it up to the heart she had drawn on her chest. "This is the key to my heart and only you have it."

"Babe," Jane said softly. "I love you."

"You love me?" Maura asked.

"I'm in love with you," Jane informed her.

"I'm in love with you, too."

"You are?" Jane asked, hoping for some reassurance.

"I wore nothing under my coat in the middle of February," Maura stated.

"You're catching on to sarcasm," Jane pointed out. "Nice one."

"I'm stating a fact," Maura began. "It's the middle of February. I—"

"Maura?"

"Yes?"

"Don't ruin the moment," Jane said and kissed her girlfriend to prevent her from speaking again. When Jane was preoccupied with kissing her, Maura grabbed her hand and strategically positioned her girlfriend's fingers on her clit. "Maura, you're so wet. When did this happen?" Jane asked as she coated her fingers with Maura's wetness. She still had a bracelet to give her, but Jane knew it was more important to satisfy her girlfriend. The bracelet could wait, but Maura should never have to.