A/N: Yeah, so…Angela had to make an appearance, of course. I mean, realistically, they ARE in Maura's house, and we all know how Angela makes herself at home there.

I'm 16 again. My first instinct is to find an available window to jump out of. Maura, in her alarm, is pacing alongside the bed with the top sheet clutched around her.

Ok, think…think…think, Rizzoli.

I find the most necessary of my discarded garments around the room, desperately tugging them on as I hop around the space. Maura seems frozen in place, and I get the distinct impression that either hives or hyperventilation - possibly both, are looming.

I realize that my flight or fight response can't hold a candle to the inclination I feel to comfort her, protect her.

"Baby," I move around the bed to face her, my hands cupping her face. "Hey, you ok?"

She stares at me wide-eyed, silent. She draws a deep breath as our eyes lock.

"Good, girl," I smile, my expression softening just at the proximity of her. "Just breathe. We're fine. It's fine. Ok?" I'm not even sure I believe myself, but I need her to believe me.

"Ok," she says, almost inaudibly, as she finally nods her head. She looks so vulnerable and uncertain and I'm not sure what happened to the tigress that was just yanking my hair in bed not five minutes ago, but I can't help but place a chaste kiss on her lips. She takes a second to respond, and as soon as she does, it's enough to make me forget all about my mother or the coffee or anything else for a split second. All I want to do is push her back down onto the bed again.

Damn, she's turned me into an animal.

When we break the kiss, I brace my hands on her arms, looking her squarely in the eyes. "Listen to me for a minute, Maura. She didn't see anything…"

"Jane, I can't lie," she shakes her head vigorously. "You know I can't lie." She looks mortified.

"Maur, you don't have to lie. I'll go down first, ok? Take your time, come down when you're ready."

"Jane, what if she heard us? Her hand flies over her mouth. "Oh, God…what if she heard me?" Her look is classic. I have to admit that momentarily, I almost find it humorous, mainly because Maura and Ma talk about sex like a couple of girlfriends…But probably not about sex with me. Yeah, probably not about that.

"Maur, what's the worst that can happen, huh? We're consenting adults, right? Aren't you the one who always says that anything that happens between consenting adults isn't anyone else's business?" My hands haven't left her yet, smoothing down her arms in a calming rhythm. It seems to do little to alleviate the worry in her features.

"But Jane, your mother LOVES me. She treats me like I'm part of her family!" I can see now the repercussions that Maura has already envisioned in her mind's eye. "What if she considers this a betrayal? I've never discussed my feelings for you with her! I never…." Her breaths are coming faster now. She's doing a fine job of working herself into hyperventilation.

My lips crash into hers, hoping to silence her train of thought, which is clearly running rampantly off track. The contact forces her to take a deep breath in through her nose. Then she responds without hesitation, her mouth welcoming the invasion, one hand releasing its hold on the sheet gathered around her to find purchase on my hip, and…

"Jane," she pulls away as she whispers my name. "I don't know if I'm ready for this."

What the fuck? Did I just catch that right?

I can hardly believe what I'm hearing. I stumble backwards for a second, my body losing contact with her. I'm sure that she can see the hurt on my face, because I'm not making any attempt to mask it. "You're what?" I hiss out, my tone venomous. "You're 'not ready' for this? For what, Maura?" My voice is raised now, and frankly, I'm a little lightheaded. I grasp for stability, finding the edge of the bed with the back of my legs and falling into a seated position. I feel like all of the air has been sucked out of my lungs. My eyes find the floor, needing a steady point of focus.

"Oh, Jane, Jane, no….no…." she kneels in front of me, her hand finding mine on my lap. "Jane, please look at me," she begs.

My eyes refuse to meet hers. I just can't. Maura, ever persistent, remains undeterred.

"Jane, you're misunderstanding. I didn't mean…"

"Didn't mean WHAT, Maura?" My voice is coarse, unheeding.

"It's just….well…Baby…" There's that word again. "I've been waiting a long time." She has my attention finally, and my eyes shift to greet hers, imploring her to go on. "I've waited so long for you, Jane. For this." She motions between the two of us. "So long, that I didn't think it was going to happen," she shakes her head, laughing slightly as she says it. "And now, it's just…well, I just…I want…I want Angela to be happy about this. I want her to give us her blessing. And I feel like I may have ruined my chance."

Oh my, Maura Isles has a traditional streak. You're an idiot, Rizzoli.

"Jesus, Maur…you scared the crap out of me." I release a breath of relief.

I start laughing. I'm laughing because I realize that I've never been this much of a girl in my whole life. I'm laughing because I'm impossibly happy and in love and not only have I never felt this way before, I've never even been able to imagine feeling this way before. She looks a little confused at first, but then the laughter becomes too contagious and she joins me in my mirth. I pull her up, off the floor, and she sits next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder.

"Well, aren't we a fine mess," I joke. "God, I hope we get better at this," I shake my head, still shaking off the rest of my fit of laughter.

She laces her fingers with mine, and turns her head to kiss my cheek. "Jane," she nuzzles my neck, her mouth next to my ear, "we're really, really, good at this." She places a soft, open-mouthed kiss just below my ear, her tongue just barely teasing at my skin.

"Yeah," I agree, feeling desire resurface when her breath ghosts across my neck. "You're right. But I gotta go face the music…if we wait much longer she's gonna come up here and find you wrapped in a sheet. Or worse, she's gonna find you wrapped up in me." I turn my face towards her, lips coming together softly.

"Hmm…I like the sound of that," she smiles.

After a quick turn in the bathroom to clean up and make myself look a little more presentable, I casually make my way to the kitchen, finding Ma sitting at the counter with her coffee and a magazine.

"Hey, Ma," I lean in and kiss her head before making my way to the coffee pot. "Thanks for making coffee," I smile.

My back is turned to her momentarily as I pour myself a cup, but I can still feel her eyes boring into the back of my head. When I turn around, she has one eyebrow raised and she's looking at me with the same look I give a perp right before questioning.

And three, two, one…

"You're unusually cheery this morning." I know from her tone of voice that this isn't a rhetorical statement.

I shrug my shoulders, pouring the cream and spooning an inordinate amount of sugar into my cup. The cup is centimeters from my mouth when I finally look at her to respond. "I got a good night's sleep," I lie, barely containing the shit-eating grin that threatens to overtake me.

"Uh-uh," she retorts, shaking her head.

"What, Ma? I can't say 'good morning' and thank you for making coffee?" The look she's giving me is unnerving, to say the least. I guess I should be thankful that I inherited that look. It's served me well in my line of work.

"Janie, I know when you're lying to me. I'm your mother, for Pete's sake."

Fortunately, or probably unfortunately, Maura makes her way into the kitchen, derailing my mother's inquisition for a just a moment.

"Good Morning, Angela," she beams. She looks briefly in my direction. "Jane," she nods, smiling, as if in greeting, before she looks away shyly. She too, heads straight for the coffee. Even though it's only been a couple of minutes, I smile widely at the sight of her, in her light silk robe that I'm fairly sure is the only thing covering her magnificent body. Just as my eyes drift to take inventory of her figure once more, I catch myself and glance back to my mother, who's still eyeing me suspiciously.

"How'd you sleep, Maura?" she asks, her eyes never leaving me as she does so.

Maura turns away from the counter, leaning against it next to me and faces my mother. She takes a sip of her coffee before she answers. "I didn't sleep much last night," she says nonchalantly.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, sweetie," my mother sounds overly concerned, and syrupy sweet. "What kept you up?" She tilts her head at Maura, waiting expectantly for her answer.

I watch Maura glance over at me, beseeching me for help. Her hand starts to tremble as her coffee comes dangerously close to spilling. A pink blush starts to rise in her chest and rapidly spreads up to her neck. As much as a part of me sadistically wants to see this play out, I decide to rescue her.

"It was my fault." They both look at me; Maura shocked, my mother curious. "We watched a scary movie last night, and I had a hard time falling asleep afterwards, so I umm…I hung out in Maura's room for a while, talking. And I guess I fell asleep in there." I shrug apologetically. "Probably kept her up. I'm sorry, Maur." I look at her with my best, fake apology smile.

She smiles back, relieved for the moment that the pressure is off of her. She seems to reclaim her bearings in that instant. "It's fine, Jane. I didn't mind." Her tone matches her eyes, purely affectionate and warm. It's so hard to look away from her when she's looking at me like that.

"Yeah, Janie can be a very restless sleeper," my mother continues. I can tell from her tone that she's unconvinced yet. She's almost belligerent in her questioning now. She glares at Maura, waiting for an answer.

"Yes, you know…come to think of it, she was quite active last night." Maura looks at me first, a smirk finding its way across her face, and then turns to my mother, almost defiantly. Apparently two can play at this. Rebellious Maura is super sexy.

Well, Ma clearly wasn't expecting that. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, clearing her throat before her attention is directed back to her magazine. A moment passes, and while I'm silently congratulating Maura on her coup, I recognize what appears to be a tiny, almost indiscernible smile creep onto her face.

Ma, for her part, does her best to feign interest in the magazine article in front of her, before taking the last gulp of coffee and closing it up altogether, straightening her PJ's as she makes her way to the sink with her mug, avoiding eye contact with both Maura and myself. Unsure of how I should take her sudden silence, I look at Maura, hoping she has an answer.

"Angela, did you have any plans today?" Maura asks suddenly.

Ma stops dead in her tracks, looking at Maura in sheer surprise. "Uh, no. No plans today. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I thought maybe if you felt up to it, we could have dinner. There's a new Ethiopian restaurant I've been dying to try, and you know Jane. She doesn't really like exotic foods." She smiles sincerely at my mother, brows raised as she awaits her response.

Ma's face says it all. She pulls Maura into a hug, and I watch as Maura's face beams with delight as she does. "I would love that!" She leans back from the embrace and cups Maura's face. "Always so thoughtful, you are. What time should I be ready?"

"How about 6? We can beat the crowds. Oh…and dress casually. I think the seating is traditional style, so we'll be on mats on the floor."

"How exciting! What do Ethiopians eat, anyways? Oh, never mind…I'll be surprised when I get there!" Mom's attitude has done a complete 180. While I'm a little saddened by the fact that I won't have Maura to myself all night, I get that this is important to her. If Ma knows already, and I'm thinking maybe she does, then this is Maura's way of saving face, doing the proper thing, as far as she's concerned. My heart melts just a little more at the prospect.

"Jane," Maura directs her attention towards me, "you're more than welcome to join us, but you don't need to decide right now. We'll be leaving here at 6 if you want to come."

"Um, yeah..ok. I'll let you know."

Ma kisses Maura on the cheek, then turns to me and does the same. "I love you both. I'll see you girls later!" she cheerfully calls over her shoulder on her way out the door.

Maura follows her to the door, making sure to latch the deadbolt before she turns back to me, stalking me like prey. I'm still leaning in my spot against the counter, and she stops inches from me, the heat of her body radiating though the thin fabric of the silk robe. I can clearly see that her pupils are fully dilated, her nipples tense against the robe. "You're something else, Dr. Isles," I tease. "That was hot. The way you took control of the situation…" my head is shaking slowly side to side as she bites at her bottom lip. I reach for the tie on her robe and with one tug, it unravels and opens up to reveal what I suspected…she is, in fact, completely naked underneath. My hands find their way to her hips, pulling her against me.

She presses herself into my body, her mouth biting down lightly on the tight muscle that runs down my neck. She lets out a small moan, before taking the lobe of my ear between her teeth and sucking lightly. "You like it when I take control, don't you, Jane?"

There is a small explosion of need inside me, and I involuntarily shudder at the words and their double meaning. She's right, of course. I do like it. "Mmph..." I manage to get out, nodding. Under normal circumstances, I'm sure I'd want to talk first, about what just transpired, but Maura makes it hard to form the thoughts conversation requires.

"You know," she leans back to look me in the eyes, "I like it too." She slips her fingers between us, and then underneath the waistband of my shorts, before she tugs them down forcibly, letting them pool at my feet. "I like the feeling of having control over your body." She brings her fingers to my core, which is incredibly sensitive to her touch. I can feel how tightly I'm wound, and I know I won't last long. "I love controlling your pleasure," she whispers. She slips two fingers inside of me and my eyes close as she does.

"Stay with me, baby," she coos. "Look at me."

I force my eyes back to hers and she smiles sensuously, nodding slyly. My heart is racing and I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to remain in a standing position. My hands leave her to hold onto the counter that holds me upright.

"Mmm.." she groans as she withdraws and then thrusts into me again, filling me. "You're so tight, baby." She looks away from me for a moment and I watch her as she admires the sight of her fingers plunging into me, then back out, covered in my arousal. Then her eyes are back on mine, even more hooded with desire than before.

I'm panting, the exertion of trying to maintain a focus on her almost too much to bear. My eyes flutter closed again. "Maur…I'm…fuck." I can't complete the thought.

Her fingers withdraw from me, curling around my bud, "Jane..I need you to look at me." She is demanding, this one. My eyes focus again on her, as the sensation of her fingers circling my clit is sending tingling feelings down both legs. They are shaking unsteadily.

"That's better," she praises. "I want to see your face when you come." She thrusts back into me again, her palm applying the most delicious pressure on my center as she curls her fingers inside of me. She looks at me and her face is a combination of lust and…

Love? It looks like love.

"Oooohhhhh….GODDDDD!" I lose myself, my hands flying to her face as I hold her near me, watching her watch me come apart in her hands. I've never felt someone so literally inside of me. It's as if the barriers of skin and bone that separate us have dissolved. I crash deliriously over the edge, my body a mess of convulsions and incoherent sounds. She brings me in for a searing kiss when my eyes clench shut, mirroring the clenching that has her hand trapped inside my sex.

"God, Jane…you're so beautiful," she whispers. I melt at the sound. I've never heard anyone say it like that before. It's sounds so pure, so sincere when she says it. There's no pretext with Maura. She kisses me softly, her fingers still inside me as she brings me down from my high.

She withdraws her fingers slowly, and then squats down, pulling my shorts back up, humbly placing kisses alongside both my thighs as she works them back over my hips. She places a soft kiss on the top of my mound before covering me. When she stands back up, I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me.

"I'm pretty sure I can't walk yet," I joke.

She grins, proud of the effect she's had on me. "Jane?" She runs her hands down my back before she pulls away. "Did you want to come tonight? To dinner, I mean?" She smirks at her own double entendre.

"Good one, Maur." I smile at her give her a congratulatory nod. "Do you want me to?"

"I guess it's an opportunity for us to talk to your mother about us…if you're ready," she adds uncertainly. "If you're not ready, then I feel it's a good time for me to clarify my intentions with you. I owe her that."

"Your intentions, huh? Oh, Doctor Isles, I wouldn't miss it!" I laugh heartily.

"Why is that funny?" She looks perplexed, but unoffended.

"Well, I do declare," I say in my best mock Scarlet O'Hara impersonation, "it's just that I had no idea you were such a traditionalist."

"There's still a lot you don't know about me, Detective," she adds mysteriously. "But I can't wait to share it all with you." She kisses me chastely.

"Me neither," I look at her affectionately. She is truly everything I've ever wanted.

I tap her behind playfully. "Well, I guess I better get home, then. Tommy's been with Jo all night. I'm surprised he hasn't called yet. I'll see you at 6?"

"Yes, 6." We reluctantly part, fingers gripping onto each other until the space between us is too great. We are both smiling ear to ear as I gather my things from around the living room and grab my keys and phone. One more kiss, before I head for the door. I'm walking through it as I hear her call my name.

"Jane?" I turn around, looking over my shoulder, waiting for her to speak. "Bring Jo tonight," she smiles.

My heart does another little somersault in my chest before I answer. "Yeah, ok." My grin is unrestrained. "See ya in a bit."

A/N: Wow..this got a little lengthy..but isn't Maura the best future daughter-in-law ever?