Disclaimer: Characters are not mine.

Author's Notes: Hey everyone, I just wanted to ask a huge favour of all of you. I'm having trouble coming up with a scenario for 'M' so if you had any ideas (words or scenarios) I would be extremely grateful. You will of course be credited if I use your idea, Thank you in advance.

The Alphabet Story

D is for Dessert

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Jane is currently sitting on the couch in the lounge room, her eyes transfixed on the television, watching a ball game as her girlfriend is in the kitchen helping her mother cook the weekly Sunday lunch.

"Jane, get up and help, lunch isn't going to cook itself," Angela nags her daughter.

"Ma," Jane begins to whine that she only gets one day off a week and wants to spend it relaxing, but before she can continue, Maura had interrupted.

"Angela, it's fine, Jane can relax if she wants too, I think we have everything all under control here. Besides, she'll probably just get in the way."

Jane shrinks back into the couch, glad she doesn't have to help and proud of Maura for being able to stand up to Angela.

As she continues watching the game, Jane finds herself more and more distracted by the sounds coming from the kitchen, and gives up on listening to the commentators, instead, focusing on the voices of the two most important women in her life. Angela is teaching Maura the best ways to prep and cook lasagne. Jane can hear the excitement in Angela's voice at finally having a daughter she can pass her knowledge on to and can almost feel Maura's excitement at being accepted into Jane's family with open arms.

Jane can smell the mouth-watering aroma's emanating from the kitchen and she slowly lifts herself off the couch and quietly makes her way towards the kitchen, fully prepared to sneak a taste. Maura and Angela were facing away from Jane and as she leaned over ready to dip her fingers in the lasagne meat, she was startled by her mother's voice.

"Don't you even think about it Jane," Angela says, without even turning around.

"Oh, Ma, how did you even know I was there?" Jane whines.

"Because I know you Jane Rizzoli, stay out of it," Angela orders again, while Maura tries her best to hold in her giggles.

Jane slunk back into the lounge room and eventually the TV captivated her attention again when suddenly, Angela's voice pierces the air.

"Oh no, we're out of strawberries Maura."

"Are you sure? I bought two punnets and we haven't used that many," Maura says quizzically.

"No, they're all gone Maura," Angela's voice is panicky.

"That's fine, I'll run down to the store quickly," Maura says as she moves towards her keys in the front hall.

"No, no, you stay here and keep an eye out on the lasagne in the oven, I'll be right back," Angela says and hurries out the front door.

As soon as the front door clicks shut, Jane feels Maura's hands running up and down her arms and her lips pressed to the top of Jane's head. Jane tilts her head up to meet Maura's lips and they kiss deeply until Maura pulls away.

"You ate the strawberries," she states.

When Jane opens her mouth to protest Maura playfully glares at her. "Don't bother Jane Rizzoli I know you too."

Maura walks back into the kitchen, preparing the ingredients she does have for dessert and Jane realises then and there that Maura really does look sexy in the kitchen. Jane can imagine one other scenario where Maura would look twice as hot as she does now, so Jane abandons the comfort of the couch and baseball game and makes her way to the breakfast bar. As soon as Maura's back is turned, Jane grabs a handful of flour and flings it at her.

"Jane." Maura's voice has moved from its usual high-pitched whine to a lower sort of growl. Jane laughs at the sight of her normally immaculately dressed girlfriend coated in flour all down her back and in her hair. When Maura turns around though, Jane immediately stops laughing and cowers slightly when she takes in the exasperated expression on Maura's face. Maura slowly slinks towards Jane, but instead of being chastised for her behaviour and ordered to clean up the mess she had just made, Jane's face is suddenly full of flour, and before she can fully register what has happened, Maura's hand is shoving more down the front of her shirt.

And so the great flour fight of the Rizzoli-Isles residence begins. Almost half an hour passes before Angela arrives back home and the look of shock on her face as she sees her two daughters rolling around on the floor and flour covering every surface in the kitchen, sends Jane and Maura into a fit of giggles.

Angela half-heartedly reprimands the two women for their immaturity, but she can't feel too mad, because it's the happiest she's seen her daughter in a long time. So with a smile on her face, Angela helps Jane and Maura to their feet and the three set to cleaning up the mess.

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Today, Jane watched as Maura cooked lunch and dessert for the weekly Sunday Rizzoli lunch. When Jane started a flour fight, Maura didn't yell like Jane expected, instead, shoved flour in her face and down her shirt. Jane loves her.