A/N: Hey guys! This is part 2 of the 1st chapter... I couldn't help it, they're just too cute with their sexual angst! Thank you to all of you who reviewed! Whoever told me to get an Italian dictionary, I was assuming that you were talking about my use of 'Capiche' in Ch1. Capisce may have been spelt wrong, but according to American slang, it was used correctly. Thanks for the concern though, as well as for reading.:) To all of my other reviewers, I love your feedback, keep it up! If you guys have any ideas for me, feel free to send 'em my way! And now, on to Ch2!

Previously:

"Yes, capiche. The 'lioness', will be fed when I deem that it is necessary. You will wait until I feel that I cannot stand this game any longer. Patience is a virtue darling, and I intend to push yours to the limit. I also intend to enjoy it. Now where was I? Ah yes, rule number five: Complain all you want, but you will not get this," motioning to herself. "… until I say so. Rule number six: enjoy the show; lavish verbal attention. Now, these rules? They go both ways… for the most part. That statement excludes number five, for obvious reasons." Pouting, Jane watched Maura's movements, knowing the next two days they had off would be torture.

The ride back home was absolute hell. Mindboggling, glorious hell. Jane kept fidgeting in the seat while Maura drove the Lexus. It was a stick shift, and Maura's toned legs expertly managed to slide from gear to gear effortlessly. Jane wasn't paying attention to how the car was driving though; she was watching as the ME's skirt slowly slid up her thighs, revealing a clasp underneath holding her tights up. The way her legs flexed and moved while shifting was driving Jane nuts, the detective beginning to wring her hands to distract them from trying to gravitate towards Maura's inner thigh. At every stop, Maura would loosen her grip on the stick and absently twirl her finger around the tip, randomly tracing the double H, or creating unknown patterns. Swallowing hard, Jane cleared her throat.

"Sweetheart, if you expect patience from me, you're going to have to stop stroking the gear shifter." A twinkle in her eyes, Maura awaited the next long light to purposefully slip her hand up and down the shifter, reaching the base before sliding her nails up one side. Slipping back down to the base of the stick, Maura slid her hand in a rhythmic motion briefly, moaning quietly and arching her upper back, thrusting her chest forward and allowing her head to fall against the headrest. Groaning, Jane squeezed her eyes shut as the car began to move again, the image of Maura's tactics with the car far more ingrained than she had originally thought, and didn't realize her hand had slipped just under the waist of her slacks until a sharp crack rang out in the small car space. Jolting to attention, Jane shouted, barely stopping from breaking any eardrums.

"OW! MAURA! What the hell?!" Jane stared as her girlfriend refused to meet her eyes, a stern expression graced with two simple statements as she parked.

"You disobeyed rule four, and therefore also broke number three. You were punished."

Gaping, Jane scoffed. "You were serious? How am I… What are you… Oh my god. You're trying to kill me! That's it! You're trying to kill me with this game."

Rolling her eyes, Maura look Jane in the eyes. "Baby, if I wanted to kill you, you wouldn't see it coming. With this, it's quite obvious what I expect from you. I want you to beg for me. I want to make myself beg for you. I want to push myself to my limits, to test the boundaries, per say. I would like to see how far I could come undone. I've outlasted all of my past lovers, and I would like to see how long it takes me to need release, instead of simply wanting it. Do this for me? Before we commit to it, are you willing to push me to my limits? I won't make you, I just thought that you may enjoy it. Especially since your mother is off enjoying Vegas this weekend, we finally have privacy." Although Jane had given her apartment to Ma when she moved in with Maura a few months ago, the Rizzoli matriarch missed contact with her family, Maura especially, so, besides Friday nights and Saturday mornings, she was over visiting more often then not. The girls had established that Angela was banned from visiting after work Fridays and wasn't allowed back over there until Saturday afternoons, otherwise she would be interrupting something she probably didn't want to see. Jane and Maura had dubbed those hours of privacy their own, using the acronym TNH, also known as Twelve Naked Hours, much to Jane's delight.

Jane felt the muscles in her nether regions clench in response to Maura's request. Shifting in her seat, she faced Maura and went to reach for her hand, and then stopped herself when she remembered the rules her lover had established earlier.

"Can we take a temporary break from the rules for a moment? Only for like… five minutes? I just want to be able to touch you while we talk about this." Jane's voice was huskier and more vulnerable than it had been only minutes before. Smiling softly, Maura nodded, holding her hands out for Jane to take, thumbs stroking lightly over soft knuckles, and continued talking.

"I love you, so much. I'm just forewarning you… this is going to be really hard for me. Having gone for so many years without being able to touch you has," Jane grinned, her voice becoming dramatic and weepy-sounding. "Traumatized me. Going back to how we were before we finally confessed to one another; not being able to touch you after I know what I'm missing? That will be hell." Her voice returned to her usual rasp. "I cannot wait to see your reaction when we finally… well… yeah. It's going to be amazing. But, back to my point; I would do anything for you, Maur. Including this. Most of the time, all you have to do is ask. If it's something serious though, make sure I understand what all you're asking of me. Oh, and before this moment is up, can we make out before we have to play by the rules? I need something to tide me over until you break." Jane finally met Maura's gaze, her eyes twinkling with mischief until she saw her other half's expression. Maura had her head tilted slightly with tears in her eyes from Jane's mini speech; an adoring smile graced her lips. "Wha… Why are you crying?!" Panicking, Jane cupped Maura's face, lowering her head slightly to look into her eyes. Maura's smile grew, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. Sniffling lightly, she placed her hand over one of Jane's on her cheek, holding it there while the other went to Jane's cheek, slipping into her wavy locks and pulling Jane to her, their faces inches apart.

"I love you too, Jane. I love you too." Whispered just before their lips met lightly. Jane unintentionally moaned, causing Maura to gasp for air before crushed her lips back to Jane's, her own moans letting themselves be known as she crawled over the center console, straddling Jane's hips. Breaking the kiss after a few minutes, Maura sighed. "I love you, but once I get off of you, the rules are back in place." Kissing Jane briefly, the ME opened the passenger door and slipped off of a severely pouty detective, who was muttering "Yeah, yeah, yeah." dejectedly. Adjusting her skirt, Maura took her purse from Jane, who was handing it to her before she exited the car herself.

"So… Maur?" The questioning tone in Jane's voice caused Maura to pause while she unlocked their front door, looking at her girlfriend with a raised eyebrow.

"What if… what if we wore gloves? That wouldn't technically be touching… the gloves would be between the skin contact." Maura's eyebrow rose further, a smirk causing her dimple to appear.

"Jane." That one word made the detective sigh and scuff the toe of her boot against the cement.

"Dammit. Thought I had ya for a sec." Laughing lightly, Maura unlocked the door. Jane trudged in behind Maura. Remembering what day it was, Jane's eyes widened briefly and she grinned, watching Maura move obliviously into the kitchen to feed Jo and Bass while she stayed in the entrance, quickly undressing and tossing her clothes to the floor. Her face deadpanned for a second when Rebecca Black's Friday flitted to her brain briefly before she continued with their normal routine. Maur won't know what hit her. Since Jane hadn't helped clean in awhile, she decided to turn on the music and began to clean the house. Turning it to the station that mixed the new with the old in the living room, Jane began to sway her hips to the beat of My Sherona coming out of the surround sound. Very little people knew that Jane was in fact, in love with anything related to dance. Even fewer knew how far her dancing capabilities reached. She was a fantastic dancer; she had a natural rhythm and a graceful quality she learned from taking ballet when she was younger. As she glided around the living room straightening up, the detective purposely avoided looking towards her girlfriend, who stood frozen and staring in the kitchen, her mouth hanging open and her eyes following Jane throughout the living room. Maura smiled as she realized she had to swipe her hand along her chin, unintentionally drooling.

"Jane? JANE?" Having to shout over the music, Maura got Jane's attention. Pulling her head up quickly from her bent position, Jane used one arm to fling her hair back behind her head as she looked innocently at her love. "Jane… how long do you expect me last? Because this…" Skimming her eyes over Jane's toned body. "Two can play at this game." Keeping her shoes on, Maura reached behind her and unzipped her skirt as My Sherona ended, and Paris by Grace Potter and The Nocturnals began, coincidentally one of Maura's favorites. As the song began, Maura lip sang to the lyrics, knowing that she herself was tone-deaf, her hips rolling subtly as she slipped her fingers underneath the upper half of her skirt, sliding it seductively over her hips after she let her belt drop to the floor. Jane slowly straightened to her full height, watching the beauty she was so lucky to have caught strip tease for her. Once the skirt was low enough, Maura let it slip to the floor, stepping out of it. She bent over to pick it up, purposefully turning so Jane had a clear view of her shirt-covered rear. Folding the skirt along the seam to avoid creases, Maura set it on the back of the couch. Moving from the couch to the nearest wall, she set her feet slightly wider than was considered ladylike, arched her back, and began to unbutton her shirt, hips grinding her ass against the wall. Once her shirt was completely unbuttoned, Maura bent at the waist, rear still against the wall as she shimmied until her shirt slipped off of her arms to her elbows. Leaving her blouse resting against her lower back, Maura made eye contact with dilated chocolate eyes through hooded hazel, touching the tip of her tongue to her upper teeth, she smirked, causing a dimple to emerge as she made her way across the room to her lover, shimmying. Only clad in her stockings, panties, garter belt, bra, and heels, Maura was the epitome of sex appeal. Her dancing mussed her hair, her eye makeup was fairly dark, and her skin was flushed from both dancing and arousal. The song changed again, and Robin Thicke's Blurred Lines began, another of her favorites, and Jane's as well. Stopping right in front of Jane, Maura rolled her hips to the beat, leaned in towards her ear, and in a sultry, breathy voice, moaned, "I know you want it, but you're a good girl." singing to the lyrics. Jane just about melted.