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Episode 2.5

Disclaimer: Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles do not belong to me. No infringement intended and no profit will be made from their use.

A/N: I've skipped Episode 2.4: Brown Eyed Girl because I think that episode was terrible. I think it was written by someone who have never actually watched the show and had only been given a very poor description of it.

Picking up this episode after Jane's fake date with the baseball player and cutting out the Maura's stuff got stolen storyline/did Tommy do it storyline. There were some weird continuity things in this episode. Maura goes to the vet with Jane and then was she just lurking in the background at the restaurant? Because after Jane's "date" they arrive back at Maura's together. And when Jane leaves Maura's to confront Tommy she is wearing Maura's dress, but when Jane arrives at the bar she's back in her clothes that Maura had been wearing.

Reminder of the rules: The previous chapters did not happen, we're resetting to canon.

Thanks to everyone who is reading and all of your fabulous reviews.

This one is a bit more silly at first. Just trying to keep things interesting.

"Your dress is about as comfortable as a straight jacket," Jane said as she followed Maura into Maura's home.

"And your suit is a real booty call magnet. I got hit on twice…by women," Maura responded.

"Really?" Jane said weakly and then began struggling to reach the zipper on the back of the dress. "Jesus, this has been such a long day. Can you help me get out of this thing. I feel like I'm being squeezed to death."

"I think you're being a little overdramatic. You're skinnier than I am," Maura pointed out.

"I guess I'm not used to wearing such tight clothing. I like being able to move my legs when I walk."

"Why don't you come upstairs with me so we can both change." Jane followed Maura upstairs to her bedroom. "Let me change so I can give you your clothes back," Maura said as she stepped into her walk-in closet.

Jane took a seat on the edge of Maura's bed and said, "You do look good in my clothes, you know."

"Well, I think you look great in that dress," Maura called from the closet.

"No I don't. The vet thought I looked like a prostitute, remember? Only you can make this dress look great."

"Why is that?"

Jane shrugged to herself and said, "You have great boobs."

Maura was happy that Jane couldn't see her right then because she felt herself blush at Jane's comment. "You haven't said anything about your date. How did it go?"

"It wasn't a date. It was a... very friendly interrogation."

Maura came back into the bedroom wearing dark jeans and a light gray long sleeve henley and put Jane's clothes on the bed.

"Alright, get me out of this thing," Jane practically begged.

"Sometimes you have to suffer for fashion," Maura said.

"Well, I prefer function to fashion. I can't exactly chase bad guys in this."

"You were on a date."

"It wasn't a date."

Maura had kneeled behind Jane on the bed and pulled down the zipper in the back of the dress. She was now tracing her fingertips over the bare skin of Jane's back.

"What are doing?" Jane asked.

"Admiring your back. You have very impressive musculature."

"Oh."

Maura continued moving her hands across Jane's back, now naming the muscles as she touched them. "Deltoid. Trapezius. Latissimus dorsi. And your scar has healed very nicely."

Jane squirmed and said, "Can I put my clothes on now?"

"Of course."

Jane stood up and let the dress fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and held it out to Maura, saying "I'm sure you have a special process for hanging up dresses or whatever."

"Well I guess compared to just throwing everything on the floor one might call it special," Maura replied and took the dress into the closet.

"So, two women, huh?" Jane called out as she put her pants on.

"What?" Maura asked confused.

"Two women hit on you? What was that...like?" Jane replied.

"It was like getting hit on."

"So..." Jane wasn't really sure where she was going with her questions.

Maura returned to the bedroom. "Are you trying to ask me if I'm going to see either of them?"

"Nooo. No. It's not...well, are you?" Jane tried to ask nonchalantly as she buttoned up her shirt.

"Neither of them were my type."

"Oh... Wait, not your type because they were women, or just not your type?" Jane asked.

"Why can't you ever just say what you want to say? Or ask what you want to ask?" Maura said with a hint of impatience.

"I thought I was. Why don't you just say whatever it is you want to say right now? Because I'm not sure what's going on."

"I'm attracted to you," Maura blurted out.

Jane raised an eyebrow. "I thought I wasn't your type."

"I don't really have a type per se, so saying that someone isn't my type isn't an actual lie, but it usually serves to end the conversation so I don't have to explain further."

"So, fancy lying," Jane said with a smirk.

"That's all you have to say about my admission?"

Jane shrugged and said, "I know."

"What?"

"I know you're attracted to me," Jane clarified.

"How?"

"I have excellent detective skills, and although you have ways of hiding things you really can't lie effectively. I asked you last week if you wanted to sleep with me."

"I said no," Maura said.

"Yeah, after about a 30 second pause. That's one of the things you do, like if you wait long enough it's not a lie anymore-you aren't answering a question anymore, you're just talking. Why didn't you just tell me sooner?"

"I wasn't sure how you would react. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable," Maura explained. When Jane didn't immediately respond Maura flopped backwards on the bed and covered her face with her hands.

Although Jane was enjoying making the normally composed Maura sweat a little bit, she didn't want to stress Maura too much. She carefully moved onto the bed and over Maura without touching her.

Maura felt the bed dip and opened her eyes to find Jane's dark brown eyes looking down at her. "You would make a terrible detective," Jane said and lowered her head to press her lips softly to Maura's lips. Maura's hands came to Jane's face as she eagerly returned the kiss, sucking on Jane's bottom lip as Jane pulled away.

Jane moved onto her side next to Maura. "The first thing Frost says to me every day is, 'Did you tell Maura yet?' He's a very good detective," Jane added, anticipating Maura's next question.

"Why didn't you say anything to me?" Maura asked.

"I thought I was giving you clues. You know, flirting with you. But I couldn't figure out why you weren't saying anything to me. You're usually very forthright. I thought I should give you time to work through whatever you needed to work through. I didn't want to pressure you."

Maura started laughing. She turned on her side towards Jane. Jane started laughing too and soon they were both giggling uncontrollably. Eventually when they both calmed down, Maura wiped the tears of laughter from her face and said, "That felt good. I really had no idea how you were going to react."

Jane put a hand on Maura's hip and scooted closer to her and said seriously, "You're beautiful."

Maura gasped slightly and she knew she was blushing again. She shook her head and said, "I don't know why I reacted like that. Thank you."

Still serious, Jane asked, "Maur, there is something I'm not really sure about. Are you attracted to me like you wanna fuck, or attracted like you wanna have a relationship?"

Maura raised her hand to Jane's face and brushed it through Jane's hair. "Oh, Jane. Relationship. Definitely. Or, well, both I suppose. But no, I don't want just a one night stand with you."

"So, um, what now?"

"I think we were moving in the right direction," Maura said and leaned forward and kissed Jane. This time neither of them stopped and they explored each other's mouths, tongues slowly circling each other. Jane moved her hand from Maura's hip under the hem of shirt. Her fingers danced lightly against the skin of Maura's stomach. Eventually her hand moved upwards to Maura's bra-clad breast. She palmed it and brushed the thumb against Maura's pert nipple.

Maura hummed in approval. She had rested a hand on Jane's leg and was gently rubbing small circles on her thigh. When she moved her hand to Jane's inner thigh, Jane pulled back from the kiss and said, "Maura, I think we should slow this down a little bit."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I think we should at least go out on a real date before we have sex."

Maura smiled and said, "That's sweet. And I agree. That's a good idea."

"I don't know that that means we need to stop now. Maybe there's a compromise?" Jane suggested.

"Okay. What are you thinking?"

"Uh, I don't know. I mean if you were a guy and for whatever reason I didn't wanna have sex, I'd just offer a handjob and that would usually take care of things. That doesn't seem applicable."

Maura burst out laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" Jane asked.

"I don't know. That's just so pragmatic of you." Maura thought for a moment, before saying, "I think I have an idea. Will you stay the night?"

"Sure."

They both got ready for bed. Jane finished first and slipped between the sheets of Maura's king size bed, wearing just her tank top and underwear. She lay down on her back and closed her eyes, letting herself run through the chain of events that had led her to Maura's bed and wondering what Maura had planned.

Jane felt the sheets being pulled back and opened her eyes. Maura settled onto the bed wearing a matching set of silk pajama shorts and tank top. Jane rolled onto her side facing Maura and waited.

Maura slipped a hand under the waistband of her shorts and said, "I want to give you a preview of what's to come."

Jane's eyes widened. "Oh shit. Really? Okay, I'm totally down with that," Jane said and shifted closer to Maura.

"You can watch but you can't touch okay?" Maura explained.

"Fair enough. Are you gonna keep all your clothes on?"

"I want to leave some things to the imagination, make sure I keep you interested."

Jane laughed a deep and throaty laugh and said, "I don't think that's going to be a problem, but I get it." Jane's breath caught as Maura's hand started moving beneath her shorts. "Jesus," Jane breathed.

Maura closed her eyes as her fingers slipped through wetness and found her clit. "I'm so wet. You made me so wet, Jane."

Jane shifted closer, as close as she could without physically touching Maura. "How often do you touch yourself, Maur?"

"It depends, but a few times a week when I can. I keep telling you about the health benefits of sex. Sex with a partner can be more fulfilling, but self-stimulation has the same health benefits. Lowering stress levels, boosting your immune system by releasing immunoglobulin A."

"I can't believe you can spout facts while you're touching yourself."

Maura brought her free hand up to a breast and squeezed it through her tank top, while she said. "Your voice is so sexy. Sometimes...I think about you when I touch myself. I imagine your mouth on me, or your long fingers inside me."

"Fuck. I so wanna be touching you right now."

"You can touch yourself," Maura said.

Jane let out a sound that was half groan, half growl, and then rolled onto her back. "Okay," Jane said and pushed a hand inside her underwear. She closed her eyes and exhaled loudly as her fingers moved through her own wetness.

Maura opened her eyes and turned her head to the side to look at Jane. "Jane, look at me. I want you to watch me when I come." Jane turned her head and locked eyes with Maura. "Oh Jane," Maura said as her back arched off of the bed. "Oh Jane, oh Jane," Maura repeated.

Jane increased the speed of her fingers against herself as she watched Maura come. She was already so turned on by watching Maura that she knew she would come fast. "Jesus. You're so sexy. So. Fucking. Hot," Jane blurted out as she too came.

Both women were quiet for a few moments, both laying on their backs staring at the ceiling, until Jane said, "That was one of the sexiest things I've ever experienced."

Maura turned toward Jane and slung an arm across Jane's stomach. Smiling, she said, "So, will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?"

"Definitely," Jane responded and they both drifted off to sleep.