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Jane startled awake and for a few seconds felt panicked before she looked over at the woman sleeping next to her and realized where she was. In the pale light of the morning, she could barely make out the outlines of everything in the room. She blinked a few times to try and clear the grittiness she always felt upon wakening and slowly climbed out of bed. She eventually found her work slacks and pulled her phone from the clip on her belt.

6:51am.

She cursed to herself as she began to look around for her clothes. After she'd collected and put everything back on, she silently approached her lover's side of the bed.

Maura was on her stomach with both arms under her pillow, still completely passed out. The bed sheet just barely reached her lower back.

Though hesitant to wake her, the last thing Jane wanted to do was leave without saying anything. "Maura," she whispered as she gently placed her hand on the other woman's back.

The resulting sound was unintelligible.

"Maura, I have to go." She squeezed a little for emphasis.

That movement finally woke her. "Hm? Jane?" she murmured sleepily as she rolled onto her back and looked up at her lover.

"I have to go. I need to go home and get ready for work."

Before Maura could even speak, her body yearned for her to yawn and stretch, which mostly seemed to just draw attention to her bare breasts.

"Oh c'mon, that's just torture."

"What?" Maura asked, clearly confused.

"Nothing." Jane shook her head. "I really have to go, okay? Even though I sure as hell wish I could stay."

"Oh." Maura wasn't really sure what to say or do. Would it be okay to ask for Jane's number? Would they not see each other again until she started work?

Suddenly Jane turned and glanced around the room. Spotting a pen and paper on the desk, she quickly grabbed it and jotted down her number. "Call me," she said quietly with a smile and handed the piece of paper over.

All the reclined woman could do was nod as she took it.

Jane leaned down and kissed Maura softly. "Today even. If you want," she murmured against her lover's lips. "Bye, Maura."

"Bye," Maura said quietly and watched her lover turn and walk out of the hotel room. Her heart sank at everything ending so abruptly. Jane hadn't mentioned having to work and she had been hoping they could order breakfast from room service before they had to check out.

She didn't regret last night and despite their upcoming work situation, she felt confident that they could figure out how to navigate through it. Memories began to flow through her mind and she bit her lip at just how strongly her body reacted to them alone. She set the small piece of paper with Jane's number on the nightstand and took a deep breath.

Who cared if she kept thinking about her night with Jane? Fantasizing about the woman she had just had sex with was perfectly natural. If Jane couldn't be there, at least Maura could use actual experience to go on.

Maura cupped her right breast and pulled gently on her nipple before she slipped her hand down her stomach and between her thighs. A brief thought crossed her mind that maybe she could call Jane right now, but she dismissed it immediately, knowing that Jane was in a hurry and it wasn't exactly fair. She bit her lip as a jolt from sensitivity went through her body.

It was easy to imagine Jane between her thighs again, dark hair tickling and teasing inner thighs as she worked to make Maura come undone.

"So good," she breathed out as she continued imagining Jane.

It was mere minutes before she fell apart again, bringing her orgasm count to five since Jane had entered her hotel room.

Middle of the afternoon, browsing through the newest Louboutin collection, Maura finally gave in.

I thought maybe it'd be better to text you instead since you are at work today.

A few minutes passed with no response. Maura sighed and decided to give up on the shoes, instead abandoning the page to open a new tab. Fingers poised over the keyboard, she hesitated for a few seconds before she finally began to type Jane Rizzoli.

Boston Native Jane Rizzoli Becomes Police Force's Youngest Detective

Rizzoli Leads Multi-Million Dollar Drug Ring Bust

Making Her-story: Jane Rizzoli First Woman Homicide Detective at BPD

2 Years Later: Rizzoli Has Highest Case Closing Rate in BPD History

Maura scrolled through headline after headline and smiled to herself. Apparently Jane Rizzoli was just as good at her job as she was in bed.

Her phone buzzed.

Well hello there. Thanks for the afternoon pick me up. Almost as good as a cup of coffee. ;-)

For a moment previous social experiences crept into Maura's mind, but she quickly pushed them aside when she realized Jane was teasing her. Almost?

The reply was a picture of a cup of coffee clearly on Jane's desk. As you can see this cup of coffee is here in front of me and you aren't

Maura frowned and glanced at the time. You're drinking coffee at 3:30pm? Please tell me that's decaf.

I'm gonna pretend you didn't just insult both my taste in coffee and my dietary preference

I meant no offense, but drinking coffee this late in the day will make it more difficult for you to sleep tonight.

Had a late night last night. Not my fault

At the first part of the text, Maura smiled, but it quickly turned into a frown and suddenly she felt guilty. I'm so sorry. If I had known that you had to work today, I wouldn't have pushed everything as far as I did.

Hey don't do that. I was teasing you. I had a very good time last night. Only wish I hadn't had to run out so quickly this morning.

Jane being at work made it a little difficult for Maura to craft the replies she wanted. That makes both of us. I'll just say last night was...inspirational. I'll spare you the rest of the morning-after details.

When several minutes passed with no reply, Maura realized she had likely been too suggestive and was entirely unsure what to say. Just when she'd thought of something, a text came through.

Sorry. That made me choke a little on my coffee and then I spilled some on my shirt in the process. Had to go clean up a bit.

That was inappropriate to say, especially when you are at work, and I'm sorry.

Maybe a little but definitely not unwelcome and now I'll be thinking about it the rest of the day. Sorry to cut this short but I gotta get back to work. You provided a very good distraction for a few. Talk later I hope?

Maura breathed out a big sigh of relief. What time do you get off work? Maybe this is a little too much at once, but would you like to have dinner with me?

Not sure. Maybe 7 or so? I'll have a better idea of when in a couple of hours. Might be better to plan for another night but I'll let you know. Is that okay?

How about I make dinner for two at my house just in case? Let me know if or when you'll be available and the other half will either be yours or my lunch tomorrow. Deal?

No green stuff. I hate green stuff

I'll take that as a yes, then. Let me know as soon as you can.

Seriously, Maura. No green stuff. Except maybe green beans. I like those. And pickles. My list ends there though

Maura smiled. Get back to work, Detective. ;-)

NO GREEN STUFF!

Maura laughed and got up from her sofa to plan dinner.

It wasn't until after six o'clock that Maura finally heard from Jane.

Definitely can't get out of here at 7. Probably closer to 8. Raincheck?

Maura frowned, disappointed. I live in Beacon Hill. How long do you think it'd take to get here from HQ?

Probably 20 but I don't wanna impose.

You wouldn't be, but we can plan for another time. I wouldn't want to keep you up late since you likely have to work tomorrow. Maura bit her lip, hoping Jane would agree to come over if she insisted it was okay.

I don't work tomorrow actually. You really wanna see me tonight, huh? ;-)

I'm just letting you know that after 8 would still be fine if you wanted to come over. My address is 5801 Pinckney Street. Let me know whatever you decide.

I think I can get most of this done by 7:45 and be there by 8:15, if you really really want to see me. ;-)

Maura rolled her eyes, but the thought of seeing Jane again so soon made her stomach flutter. I would enjoy your company of course, but you've had a long day and I understand completely if you just want to go home. I don't mind rescheduling if that works better for you, Jane.

A couple of minutes later came Jane's reply. 8:15 it is.

With a deep breath, Maura smiled and went upstairs to change clothes.

Ten minutes later found Maura simply staring at her closet. She had no idea what to wear - something she very rarely had trouble deciding.

She pulled out three dresses, a skirt, and two blouses, and then took them into her bedroom to spread them out on the bed. The night before she'd worn one of her "night out on the town" dresses, which obviously wasn't casual enough for an evening in. These outfits were a little more casual, but would Jane think her too high maintenance if she wore a dress, even at home?

"Oh my god, Maura, who cares? She's seen you completely naked," she said to herself. That thought seemed to truly hit her and she walked quickly to her dresser in the closet where she kept her nicest lingerie. Lacy, but not too lacy, as if she expected someone to take it off of her.

Biting her lip as she considered her options, she ultimately decided on a white La Perla bra and matching jersey shorts with delicate, floral embroidery. Even if Jane didn't take it off of her, she felt sexy and confident in it.

With more elaborate lingerie, Maura decided her clothes needed to be much more casual than she typically wore. She looked through her tops and ultimately grabbed a black button-up before selecting a pair of rose pink trousers from the row of clothes below. After she changed into her outfit, she put the other clothes back into their respective places and headed back downstairs.

Maura had pulled the chicken breasts from the oven and just put the haricots verts into the sauté pan when the doorbell rang. "No no no. She's early. Dammit!" Maura cursed to herself and rushed to the door.

"Hey-"

"Hi." Maura stood on her tiptoes and kissed Jane quickly at the corner of her mouth. "I just put something on the stove, come in!" she said as she rushed back through the open living area to the stove top on the kitchen island. She heard the door close behind her.

"Wow, it smells amazing in here." Slowly Jane approached the island opposite Maura. "Whatcha cookin'?"

"Haricots verts à l'ail," Maura replied with a perfect French accent, "and baked lemon and thyme chicken."

"Harry co what?" Jane raised an eyebrow.

Maura smiled and repeated her words slowly.

"Okay, I still don't know what that means, but they look like some kind of green bean."

"French green beans with butter and garlic."

"You really cooked green beans because I said I like green beans?"

With a laugh Maura shook her head no. "I actually already had these, but knowing you like green beans helped with the menu tonight."

"Garlic, huh? I guess you weren't planning on kissing me after dinner."

Maura blushed and looked back down at the pan. "I don't assume. I simply decided on a menu."

"So you aren't planning on kissing me after dinner?"

"I didn't say that."

"So you are?"

"I didn't say that either."

"Ten bucks says you're wearing expensive, matching lingerie."

Maura froze and her eyes widened in surprise as she looked up at Jane.

"I'm right, aren't I?" Jane smirked.

"How did we go from us kissing after dinner to what kind of lingerie I'm wearing?"

"Do you remember last night?"

"Of course, but I am baffled by the lack of transition between us kissing to you guessing about my lingerie."

"I'm not guessing. I'm betting and the fact that you're not answering my question is proving me right."

"You can't possibly know that."

"I can't? I'm a detective. It's my job to observe. You wear designer dresses, designer heels, you prefer wine, you live in Beacon Hill, and you come from money." Jane pulled out one of the island bar stools and sat down before she continued. "You're definitely a woman who buys fancy lingerie, probably from one of the boutiques on Newbury Street."

Maura raised an eyebrow. "If you're trying to talk your way into my bed tonight, you're not doing a very good job."

Jane smirked. "You're being presumptuous. Who said we'd be in a bed?"

The reference to her own words the night before brought a smile to Maura's face and she chuckled as she shook her head. She noticed the beans were finished and she turned off the burner. Meeting Jane's dark eyes, Maura walked around the island and Jane turned the bar stool so that Maura could stand between her legs when she approached. She kept her eyes on Jane's as she brought her hands to her chest and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Three buttons down and Maura pulled her blouse open to one side to reveal a peek of delicate, embroidered fabric.

"Jesus," Jane breathed out, mesmerized by the perfect cleavage formed by the breasts she had practically worshiped the night before.

"I don't think I'll tell you whether or not it's a matching set." Pursing her lips, Maura shrugged nonchalantly and looked down at her hands as she began to re-button her shirt.

"Don't," Jane said softly and stilled Maura's hands with her own. "Leave it open."

The two looked at each other for several seconds before Jane slid her hands up until her fingers tangled in honey blonde waves behind Maura's ears. They leaned toward each other at the same time and Maura rested her hands on Jane's thighs.

"I thought about you all day," Jane murmured, eyes closing before she kissed Maura softly for several seconds. "This morning definitely felt like torture because I wanted to be in that hotel bed with you."

Maura leaned back and bit her bottom lip. "I masturbated right after you left because I couldn't stop thinking about your mouth on me."

Suddenly there was a low rumbling between them.

Jane laughed. "Sorry. I didn't eat much today."

"Then let's eat. If you eat all your dinner I might let you kiss me, even if your breath smells like garlic." Maura stepped away to begin the task of plating their food, but Jane pulled her back into the same spot between her legs.

"I had an amazing time last night," Jane said softly. "I know work is going to make whatever we're doing very complicated, but I really like you, Maura, even though I only met you last night."

"I really like you too. I think we can figure it all out as we go."

"Yeah, I'm pretty good at wingin' it."

Maura's brow knitted in confusion. "Winging it?"

"Figure it all out as we go, as you phrased it."

"Oh. I prefer organization and planning, but I'm not sure this is something that could be planned."

"Nah, but we can do all the responsible, adult things like figure out the protocol for working cases together if we're dating."

"We just have to make a conscious effort to make sure that nobody can question the authenticity and objectivity of our work."

"I like that. The authenticity and objectivity of our work."

Maura smiled. "Of course, our work should always be as authentic and objective as possible, but in this case there has to be a high level of transparency for obvious reasons."

Jane smirked.

"What?"

"You really are a genius."

"Hm. Yes. I am."

Jane chuckled. "And a humble one too."

"According to the most current Weschler Adult Intelligence Scale, it only takes 130 IQ points to be considered of very superior intelligence. For the Stanford-Binet classification, it's 145 points. There are several other scales that are in similar point ranges, but they aren't as widely used."

"What, so you're a dumb genius?"

Maura cleared her throat. "No, my IQ is a good bit higher than the widely accepted minimum."

"Having you as the M.E. will be a great change from Dr. Johnston then. Not sure how he got appointed and stayed for so long, honestly."

"There isn't necessarily a correlation between one's IQ and one's ability to do their job."

"So you might be worse than him? Is that what you're telling me?"

Maura's eyes narrowed.

Jane smirked.

After a moment, Maura looked down at her hands on her lover's thighs and lightly scratched her nails over the fabric. "Working with you is going to be very…" She looked up. "Interesting, isn't it?"

"There will never be a dull moment, I can assure you." Jane grinned.

Lifting her hand to Jane's jaw, Maura moved her thumb back and forth over Jane's bottom lip, then met dark brown eyes. She hesitated only a moment before she leaned forward, sliding her hand to the back of Jane's neck, and kissed her softly. "Dinner now?"

"Mm, yes, please."

After they finished eating dinner, Maura told Jane to make herself comfortable while she quickly washed the dishes. When she finished, she finally turned around to face the living room.

Wine glass in hand, Jane was browsing the built-in bookshelves on the right side of the fireplace.

"See anything you like?" Maura walked around the kitchen island, picked up her own wine, and headed into the living room toward her lover.

"Have you read all of these?" Jane took a sip of her wine and looked over at Maura.

"Yes."

"Really? Even..." She paused and looked at a numbered series of books. "Proust's In Search of Lost Time?"

"Yes, all seven volumes."

Jane's eyebrows rose. "Shit. That's impressive. Tell me - what's your favorite book?"

Maura pursed her lips. "You want me to choose just one?"

"Yes. Don't think. Just say it."

"I can't choo-"

"Just say it," Jane interrupted.

"Anne of Green Gables."

Jane squinted for a second. "Hm. Not one I would've guessed. Why?"

"You really want to know?"

"I'm asking, aren't I?"

Maura took a deep breath as she turned around to go sit on the sofa. Immediately Jane followed and Maura looked down at her glass for several seconds. "Anne was an orphan. Talkative, witty, smart, a hard worker, but awkward and lonely. All she wanted was to feel like she belonged somewhere and have a family who loved her. She had so much love to give, and after so much heartbreak and hardship, she finally found people she could love who would love her in return. Her life truly began then."

"Little Women," Jane replied after a moment. "That's secretly always been mine."

"Jo March?" Maura quietly asked, looking up finally from her wine glass.

"Is it that obvious?" Jane chuckled.

"The parallels between her character and you are quite easy to identify." Maura gave Jane a small smile.

"Based on what I've learned about you so far, I see the parallels between you and Anne."

Maura blushed and looked down again at her wine glass.

Jane observed Maura for a moment. "You've never really felt like you fit in anywhere, have you?"

Shifting her body so that her legs were bent and tucked underneath her as she faced her lover, Maura held her wine glass in her left hand and propped her elbow on the back of the sofa. "Not really, no," she said with a sad smile as she rested her head against her closed fist.

After she set her wine glass down on the coffee table, Jane scooted closer to Maura and set her wine glass down too before she mirrored Maura's position. "I'm not gonna let that happen at BPD. We're supposed to be family, always have each other's back and that'll extend to you, even as chief medical examiner."

"Are you always this charming?"

"Rarely. I'm a stubborn pain-in-the-ass 99.9 percent of the time." Jane smirked.

Maura's lips pursed briefly. "So how long does it take while dating someone for you to become a stubborn pain-in-the-ass?" Her lips pursed at the use of such a crude colloquialism.

"Immediately."

"You don't sell yourself quite so well as a romantic partner, just so you know."

"I need to convince you to date me after last night?"

"Perhaps. Let me hear your best sales pitch. I'm curious."

"I may be stubborn, but I'm loyal. I try to put myself 100 percent into everything I do. I'm honest and a hard worker. I'm romantic when I want to be, but that's a secret, so don't tell anyone."

Maura cracked a smile.

"Another reason why you should date me?"

"Yes?"

Jane shifted so her feet were on the floor again and pulled Maura toward her.

Despite her furrowed brow, Maura nevertheless complied, but then quickly understood Jane's intentions. She straddled Jane's thighs and sat on her lap, hands coming to rest on strong, broad shoulders.

"I really like to make you come."

"You're quite good at it, too."

"Can I confess something?"

"It's 'may I' not 'can I', but yes, you may."

"I tried to avoid the garlic when I was eating dinner."

"I did too actually."

Jane smirked and kept her eyes locked on her lover's as she brought her hands up to Maura's breasts and began to slowly unbutton the rest of Maura's blouse. After one button, Maura stopped her and she frowned.

"I want to get to know you more," Maura said timidly. "I know we got physical very quickly last night, and we can still do that, but first I want to talk."

"You let me pull you onto my lap. What'd you think I was doing?" Jane raised an eyebrow.

"I know." Maura started to slide off Jane's lap, but immediately Jane gripped her waist to keep her from moving. "Oh!" She gasped, surprised.

"I like you right here."

Maura's hands settled once more on her lover's shoulders.

"How long have you been back in Boston?" Her thumbs caressed the soft fabric of Maura's blouse.

"A week."

"Damn. And you've already unpacked and decorated?"

"It was fairly easy. I pack efficiently and in a very organized way, which enabled me to unpack and decorate in just two days. Part of the reason I bought this house is it was move-in ready. I loved everything about it, including the paint. The only thing I plan to change is the study. It'll be a yoga room."

Jane snorted. "A yoga room? Really?"

Maura pinched Jane. "Yes. Some have an exercise room, so if I practice yoga and meditation frequently, why shouldn't I be allowed to have a room dedicated to it?"

Shrugging and nodding, Jane said, "Fair point. What all do you have to do?"

"Paint the walls and trim. The only other necessary thing will be a special mat, which I've already purchased. I've actually purchased everything I'll need. Normally I would hire painters, but it's only a single room and I thought I could handle it myself."

"Have you ever painted a room before?"

"No, but I have everything that the nice sales associate at Home Depot said I would need. It's actually what I planned to do tomorrow."

"Trim paint, drop cloths, different size brushes, a paint roller, painter's tape, paint trays?"

Maura chuckled. "Yes, I have it all. I told you."

Jane cleared her throat. "Feel free to tell me if I'm overstepping here, but, uh, do you want some help? Since I have tomorrow off? I was just planning on being a couch potato, so it's fine if that plan changes. I mean, if you want my help. You can say no."

"A couch potato?" Maura's forehead creased and her head tilted in confusion.

"Watch some TV, maybe a movie or two. Sit around in sweatpants and t-shirt on my couch and eat a bunch of junk food probably."

"Is that normally what you do on your days off work?"

"Nah. A lot of the time I help my ma out with something around the house. If my brother Frankie is off work too, sometimes we play basketball. Every now and then I go to the batting cages and hit some balls."

"That seems much more relaxing, not to mention productive, than being a...couch potato." Maura scrunched her nose at the thought.

Jane shrugged. "My job is stressful and a lot of work. Sometimes I just want to be lazy."

"Well, if you wanted to help me paint, I wouldn't be opposed, but I don't want to take away from your relaxation on your day off."

"You wouldn't be. I offered to help out."

"Are you sure?"

"Are you sure you want to spend time with me three days in a row?"

Maura smirked and brought her hands to her blouse, then began to unbutton it. "Hm. Let's save the getting to know each other for tomorrow while we're painting then. Do you mind waiting?"

"Hell no. I've been dying to see if your underwear matches that bra," Jane said before she hooked a hand behind Maura's neck and pulled her closer to kiss her.

Don't worry - at some point(s) there will undoubtedly be more sexy times. ;-)