A/N: Here it is. As always, thank you all so much for reading. You really are the best. It's been a fun ride!

Jane stood directly behind Maura, long fingers tracing patterns along the expanse of bare skin offered up by the backless, emerald dress the medical examiner had chosen for their first official date. They were surrounded by other couples waiting for their chance to talk to the maître d' in hopes of getting a table at one of the most exclusive, yet intimate new Italian restaurants in Boston's North End. Leaning in discreetly, warm breath tickled alabaster skin. "Admit it. You are wearing this dress to drive me insane, Doctor Isles. That doesn't say much for your 'Do No Harm, Do No Foul' oath."

Chuffing out a laugh, the doctor turned into a lean body, cool finger tracing idly along the delicious clavicle peeking out at the edge of the silky navy button down dress shirt under the guise of straightening the collar. "The correct term is 'to do no harm' and it is a widely misquoted phrase from the Hippocratic Oath." Licking glossy lips, Maura looked up into warm brown eyes with a smile, thumb and forefinger rubbing the rich fabric between with a contented purr. "MMmmm. And if you had any idea how exquisite you look in this tailored suit, Jane, you might abandon all oaths as well."

The smoky tone of whispered words was excruciating. "Maura." More of a growl than a plea it was lost in the sea of bustling restaurant noise to all around except for the intended. Lids snapped shut and lips tensed into a temporary thin white line. My own fault. God, it's my own fault. Jane had all but insisted that the two wait to be intimate until Maura was cleared by her doctor and was back to one hundred percent; the prospect of any pain non-existent. There had been multiple near misses and many a cold shower but somehow… aside from reaching second base… several times… and countless hot make-out sessions… the two had miraculously been able to abstain. As they were leaving the hospital earlier that morning, elated from the good news, the idea of a celebratory dinner seemed like a good idea; a real first date of sorts. Now though, it was taking all of Jane's resolve not to drag the medical examiner into the restroom and take her right then and there in a cramped stall. Dark eyes searched the ceiling as long legs rolled up onto boot heels and back, words mumbled. "First time… special. First time should… special. Yeah." Picture Korsak in a Speedo. Eeeewww.

Smiling widely at the unintended verbal sentiment and wrinkled nose, soft lips quickly and adroitly pecked pursed ones. "I promise to behave. For now." Winking, Maura couldn't contain her joy at just being with Jane. It had been a tiring few months of physical rehabilitation to regain the range of motion in her left shoulder and arm; time allowing the muscle and nerves to heal, as well as the emotional trauma. Her detective had been with her every step of the way; sometimes unwelcome in her dogged support and drive when the medical examiner just wanted to collapse in a heap of self-disgust. A smile blossomed on tinted lips as she recalled the night Jane had strolled through her door with Thai food, balloons and horns, party hat on head as she declared their normal movie night, Pity Party Night.

"Hey." Composure somewhat regained, a raspy voice interrupted the doctor's musings. "I would give a penny for your thoughts but I already know I can't afford them with all of your hundred dollar words." Jane grinned into hazel green with a patented smirk just as an unsteady man teetered sideways, knocking them off balance. Sure hands were immediately secure at a narrow waist as the detective placed herself between Maura and 'trouble,' pulling her in.

"I'm so sorry. It just seems a might close in here, don't ya think?" Grey eyes seemed sincere, words thick with a definite accent Jane placed as English… or Australian. "I really hope I didn't hurt either one of ya. Can I buy ya ladies drinks to make up for my clumsiness? My wife is four and a half months pregnant and spending most of the time in the loo." Winking rakishly, "I think it's her way of getting out of waiting in line." Offering a hand, "We're from Australia just visitin' this lovely country of yours. I'm Aiden and my better half is Molly but I'm not sure you'll get the chance to meet her. She seems to have fallen in!" The raucous laughter faded as the man seemed to stop in place. "Uh oh. That's her, over there and she doesn't look too happy. I better go see what that's all about… hormones and all. It's like a damn topsy turvy." Finger waving and sorting through the maze of bodies, he was gone.

Once again alone in their own space, Maura turned in toward Jane, pushed closer by the crowd until their bodies were flush. A tentative finger brushed a dark curl out of the way and ghosted across a sculpted cheek bone before sliding down and playing with the soft hair at the detective's nape. Swallowing nervously, she didn't want to embarrass Jane for her choice of venue but she needed to make sure the detective knew that top dollar wining and dining wasn't necessary. Looking up into soft brown eyes, fingers sifted through long curls. "Jane…" Before the doctor could voice her thoughts, there was a commotion at the front of the room. Surprised by the fact that she no longer had undivided attention, Maura frowned and turned in time to see the head chef pushing through and heading their way, a wide smile on his handsome face.

"Jane Rizzoli, as I live and breathe!" Taking an outstretched hand and shaking it vigorously before pulling the lanky detective into a full on bear hug, the man continued. "I couldn't believe it when you called. I thought you were never going to take me up on my offer. What's it been? Five… six years?"

Jane smiled in return and pulled Maura closer with her free arm, reveling in the extremely rare instance that found her genius girlfriend at a loss for words. "It's been a few more than that but who's counting right?" Smirking, the detective waited a beat before she squeezed firm shoulders, looking down into confused hazel green. "Doctor Maura Isles, I would like for you to meet Chef Carlo Morreti." Grinning like a fool for pulling off the ultimate coup, moist lips landed on a slack forehead. "Maur?"

Eyes widening and blinking furiously, Maura came around, social graces falling back into place like air as delicate fingers were offered; the warm kiss to the back of her hand unexpected. "Oh. I… wow."

At the obvious showmanship, Jane shoved playfully against stark white cotton. "Hey, whoa! You've got your own girl, Carli."

Hearty laughter was the only response as Carlo led the two through the gawking crowd, the chef's smile genuine as he navigated the room with ease before stopping at a private, secluded candle lit table with a magnificent view of the falling snow. "It's great to see you, Jane." A mocha gaze landed on the medical examiner, practically dancing with mischief. "It has certainly been a pleasure meeting you, my fair Doctor Isles and I look forward to getting to know you even better. If she gives you any trouble whatsoever, you let me know." Taking Maura's hand again, leaving another kiss, dark brows waggled. "I know things about this one." Straightening a little, Carlo stepped back so that he could address both ladies with an air of professionalism.

"Of course you are welcome to order anything on or off the menu but it would be my great pleasure to offer you chef's choice." Smiling at Maura, "Your wily detective has already shared with me many of your favorite dishes as well as the fact that you are a 'wine snob.' Her words; not mine." Winking again, "If you will permit me to choose the pairings, it would be an honor… I owe your girlfriend much more than I can ever repay."

Head turned, Jane watched her old friend disappear into the kitchen before returning attention to the woman across the table, breath hitching. Moments like these seemed to happen more often than not; regular everyday occurrences… waking up with tousled hair and bad breath, after a workout at the gym, finally seeing Maura after a long day apart. It never ceased to amaze. "My god, you are breathtaking." The words were spontaneous and heat prickled across olive skin but she wouldn't take it back for the world because it was true. In the soft glow of candle light, Maura's eyes seemed to transform into something indescribable and surreal. Reaching forward with a shy smile, fingers threaded together at the halfway point. "Sooo. Are you surprised?" Ever confident, there was the slightest hint of insecurity hidden beneath a gravelly voice that only a best friend would pick up on.

Lifting joined hands to lips, Maura's grin spread; loose curls shaking in punctuation. "I… I can't even… I mean… how did you… how do you know him… what… how is it that I didn't know?" Lids slid closed with effort, a deep breath inhaled and heart rate calmed before the doctor's eyes were allowed to open. Finally clear and full of love, "You still find ways to amaze me, Jane Rizzoli. I hope that's always the case because just when I think I know everything about you… the in's and out's… you always seem to surprise me with more." Stretching across the table soft lips connected in a sweet kiss before settling back into the plush chair.

Impeccably timed, a bottle of Cristal arrived along with two etched flutes. Glasses filled and bubbling, the waiter departed as quietly as he had arrived. Dark eyes lingered on those across the table; a slender glass held out, words low and thick. "To finally letting go and finding each other… Aaaand, to you being released from PT. I love you, Maura Isles." The doctor's grin was blinding and Jane had to remind herself to breathe as their glasses clinked together before the smooth liquid slid down her throat. "MMmmmm. God, that's SO freakin' good!" Looking around once to make sure they were indeed hidden from the crowded restaurant's view, Jane pinned Maura with a wicked leer, leaning forward. "Take another drink." The raspy command was bathed in warm honey. Watching a pink tongue slowly caress glossy lips before wrapping around a delicate rim, dark eyes narrowed.

The base of the flute had barely settled on the table before Jane captured the doctor's lips in a fiery kiss, a scarred palm coming up to rest against a thumping pulse. Pulling away slightly, she maintained her hold, eyes closed with a hum. "Mmmm, no. It tastes much better like that. Much, much better." Eyes glistening, the detective took her seat again with a cocky smile. "We should probably get a bottle to go for later." Winking over the glass rim, she couldn't help but enjoy the subtle blush that crept its way across lightly freckled skin.

Smiling coyly, Maura took another drink to steer her thoughts away from 'later' and back to the here and now. "So are you going to tell me how you know one of the most sought after chefs in Boston?"

A dark brow arched over another smirk. "Nope. I don't think I will." There was a quick kick hidden by fine linens and Jane all but choked on the swallow of champagne. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, amused eyes locked with the medical examiner's, dancing in the candle light glow. "You make me spill one drop of this, Maur, and I might have to spank you." It took a second for words to register in the detective's mind and it was her turn to flame red in embarrassment. "Uh, I mean… um…not…"

"Ladies, I would like to present to you Calamari Con Caponata for your pleasure." Carefully plating the antipasti, the waiter continued with his description in a flawless foodie's dialogue, oblivious to anything else. "Here you have point Judith calamari sautéed with eggplant, peppers, olives, tomatoes, red onions, balsamic vinegar and oregano." Gaze darting between the two women, a rare, indulgent smile broke out. "Carlo…" Clearing his throat as if remembering himself, "What I meant to say is the Chef hardly ever makes this dish… it is a rare treat indeed. Please enjoy."

Watching him go, Jane turned back toward Maura with a grin and a nod. "Seems like someone's hot for teacher." Met with nothing but confusion, dark brows furrowed. "Really? Hot for Teacher? Van Halen? Nothing?" Brown eyes rolled at yet another example of her friend's lack of the pop culture experience. "Okay." Placing a black cloth napkin in her lap, the detective took on the role of professor. "It appears our boy waiter has a certain infatuation with Carli; with our Chef… Carlo. I mean, it's pretty obvious." Taking a bite, lids slammed shut in rapture as a groan escaped uninhibited. "Oh. My. God. Maura. Here," Loading her fork with another bite, Jane extended it across the table.

Smiling at the fact that she had her own plate, the doctor leaned forward anyway to taste the dish from the offered bite never breaking their gaze. Slowly savoring the contrasting flavors, hazel green eyes lit up with wonder. "Oh! That is magnificent!" Daintily wielding her fork, Maura took another bite from her own dish and while exceedingly good, somehow it wasn't the same. Tilting her head and smiling seductively, glossy lips slowly release the utensil. "So now you will tell me how you know the Carlo Morreti?"

Jane chuckled, dark curls shaking. "You really don't give up do you, Doctor Isles?"

Perfect brows waggled playfully, "Not when the outcome is important to me. No. I do not." Sipping champagne, Maura flashed her best 'I know you will cave…sooner is better than later' smile.

Taking another healthy bite, Jane dabbed at her mouth before reaching for the delicate flute. "We, um…" Swallowing with a contented hum, "We went to school together back in the day. Carli got into some trouble and I helped him out." Taking another sip, the detective began to fidget in her seat, adjusting and re-aligning her silverware without looking up. She could feel it though; Maura's discerning eye and she knew she would give up the whole story.

Feeling soft fingers tangle with her own, the detective glanced up with a self-deprecating grin. "Okay, fine." Releasing a breath, "So somewhere in junior high school, maybe eighth grade or so, you had to pick an elective, right? Art, Spanish, Home Ec… whatever." Met with a look of total confusion, Jane was reminded of the fact that her friend did not experience the same upbringing, the same pitfalls of normal teen angst. Granted, she had dealt with her own version of teenage hell but she at least didn't have to choose between three stale teachers that couldn't give a rat's ass about the curriculum, much less the students. Squeezing joined hands, "So anyway, Carlo chose Home Economics; he had an interest in cooking but the stupid goons on the junior varsity football team led by the biggest prick in the world, Rory Graham, targeted him as their boy and labeled him a fag. They started giving him shit like spray painting his locker with all kinds of dirty names and crude pictures, giving him swirlies and wedgies and spreading lies." A strong jaw clenched and twitched at the memories, brow furrowed. "No one would sit with him at lunch. It was pathetic. He was really an interesting kid too; once you got him talking he couldn't shut up about food and literature and geography." Long fingers raked through dark curls, a show of frustration. "I... I was captain of the lacrosse team and invited him to sit at our table. After that, we kind of adopted him and everyone left him alone except for Rory." Shrugging nonchalantly, "Until I broke the bastard's nose during assembly in front of the entire school. I got two months detention but it was so worth it." A satisfied smirk and a few seconds of silence later, a hint of uncertainty crept into the detective's bones, slight frown forming. "What?"

Maura shook her head and placed her fork quietly on the table, voice in awe. "Even then, you had a lion's heart, Jane… a champion of the weaker man; the defenseless. It's impressive." Toes kicked free of a designer shoe and caressed the detective's shin, "And incredibly sexy."

Words were purred over silk and Jane felt a distinctive twitch low in her stomach. Holy…give me strength. "Oh reeeally? You think so, huh doctor? Well, I happen to find you to be pretty damn sexy too. What do you think we should do about that?" Jane took another sip and made to stand before almost choking at the subsequent interruption as a band of servers appeared.

"For the lady… Branzino al Forno with herbed asparagus and seasonal roasted vegetables." The young man smiled widely as he placed the plate in front of Maura, subtly admiring the doctor's beauty.

Jane's frown quickly evaporated as her food was presented by a different waiter. "And for you signorina, we have Bistecca Fiorentina with Patate al Forno y Spinaci Aglio e Olio… a beautiful steak you could cut with your spoon, a golden baked potato and spinach… the freshest spinach sautéed with garlic in extra virgin olive oil and it will melt in your mouth, I assure you." Standing back, the head server dismissed the others with a wave of his hand, taking a moment before addressing the table. "I am Massimo. Chef Carlo has informed me that you are to be my number one priority this evening and that it is my charge to make sure you have the best experience and want for nothing, yes? If you need anything… anything at all, just ask." With another smile and a small bow, the older man took his leave.

As soon as he was out of site, wild black curls whipped around and an accusatory knife was pointed toward Maura's selection. Barely containing more than mild disgust, the detective's face screwed up. "What in the hell is that on your plate? I don't remember telling Carli that you liked day old dead fish. Eeeww. Gross."

The medical examiner completely ignored Jane's tone, delighted at the prospect of imparting some information on the subject. Gracefully wielding knife and fork, hazel green eyes sparkled at her companion. "It's Branzino al Forno; we had it at the Fairfield's. The actual fish is known as branzino in Northern Italy but spigalo in other parts of the country and it is an amazing delicacy when cooked just right." Concentration shifting to her plate, Maura's voice took on a more distracted tone as it had in her first lesson with her friend. "You just use your fish knife to separate the backbone like so… remove the tail and place it on the side, then fold back the skin to rest at the top of the plate. Oh, my. It looks delicious." Lifting her gaze, "Would you like a taste?"

Not impressed in the least, brown eyes narrowed, raspy voice high and incredulous, bordering on singsong even while trying to maintain a whisper. "Noooo, I would not like a bite, Maur. That's just…" Knife sweeping back and forth, Jane's nose crinkled some more at the very thought. "I didn't eat it then and I just… gross. No. I mean… how can you even? I'm pretty sure starving alley cats wouldn't touch that and you're actually gonna? I don't know that I'll be able to kiss you after that's been in your mouth."

A manicured brow arched high in challenge as Maura stood slowly from her chair and crossed the short distance; settling back into the detective's lap. Draping her left arm loosely around strong shoulders, a wandering hand found its way to the addictively soft hair at the brunette's nape. "Really, Jane?" A cool touch deliberately ghosted over smooth skin, tracing from hairline down across prominent features, barely skimming pursed lips before repeating the loop. "You will never kiss me again?" Skilled fingers languidly raked through dark curls, nails scraping scalp as the doctor did her best to look aloof. "I was hoping we could do so much more than just kissing when we got home now that I've been released by my doctor but if you are certain..." Mock pout in place, Maura couldn't help the squeak that escaped when a sure grip yanked her closer, warm lips bathing the skin of her throat with fervor. "MMmmjgahpleeasse, Jane."

It wasn't the first time during the evening that Jane was thankful their table was completely secluded and not visible to the main dining room. Grinning against flushed skin, she latched onto the soft skin beneath the doctor's ear with a growl as scarred hands traveled upward across smooth, naked skin. "Ohhmmmyeah. Backless dresses…" Taking waiting lips in a heated kiss, words were breathy and rushed. "My new… favorite thing." Vaguely attuned to their surroundings, Jane was aware of boundaries and decorum; they couldn't afford to be caught making out in public. The Chief Medical Examiner for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and a highly decorated senior Detective for Boston's Homicide Division… the headlines would be a wet dream for bottom feeding reporters. But when Maura did that thing… she couldn't help but chase the tongue driving her mad.

"Well, you two should skip desert and get a room… a penthouse suite at a high end hotel and ravish each other until the sun comes up." Doctor Katherine Pearce lowered herself haughtily into the chair across from the stunned couple with a smirk, taking a dainty sip of her wine. "I'll just tell you right now, the Lennox does not have Rediwhip on demand." Taking another, more substantial swig, a free hand swept in the breeze. "Apparently, they only keep the real deal on hand in the kitchen and…" The surgeon's fingers played with the stem of her glass before lifting a saucy gaze, "While it is delicious, it's not so good for those hard to reach places."

Jane rolled her eyes as long arms linked around a slender waist with a slight squeeze. "What the hell are you even doing here? And you're in Maura's chair."

Oh my. Here we go. Not missing a beat, the surgeon batted her lashes like a pro, brow arched. "Well if she would rather trade places, I would be amenable." The Cheshire grin taunted playfully. "Doctor Isles?"

Staying in the game, she pulled Jane closer. "Oh no. I am more than comfortable here and as in demand as you are, I am sure that we will not be able to enjoy your company for very long." Words were finished off with a gracious smile like icing on the cake, mirth bubbling to the surface across lightly freckled skin.

The three had gotten to know each other very well during Maura's final stay in the hospital and had developed a sort of competitive, flirty back and forth banter based on one-upmanship. Jane and Maura's relationship was never called into question; it had been Kate's initial observation that they should be together that had shaped her view of the new couple. However, the surgeon did love to flaunt her hand in things and take a great deal of credit, which seemed to push the fiery detective's buttons.

Jane swallowed the urge to laugh at her polite to a fault girlfriend's subtle dig, settling her chin on Maura's shoulder as long fingers massaged the fabric across the medical examiner's stomach. "Really, Kate. What are you doing here? Don't tell me I need to get a restraining order for stalking because we were just at the hospital for Maur's last appointment this morning and saw you in the elevator."

Frowning into her glass, the surgeon took another large sip accompanied by a dramatic sigh. "No, no. It's just divine coincidence. I'm here on the most boring, horrible date known to man with a stock broker named Harold." Blue eyes lifted for sympathy. "I know, right? Haaarrold? I was coming off of a double when he asked me out and while it seemed like a good idea at the time… he's exceptionally handsome but I blame exhaustion for faulty decision making." Noticing the smug looks on her companions' faces, "Stop it, you two… you have no idea! He was talking about…" Nose scrunched in distaste, "Margins and bulls and who knows what else because I tuned him out about five minutes into the evening and two glasses of wine ago." A smirk fell rakishly into place. We were waiting at the bar for a table like every other sucker in this place when like a sign from above, I saw you both being paraded through the restaurant like the prodigal child or children…whatever… and excused myself to say hello to my near and dear friends. Just be happy that I wouldn't allow him to accompany me." Taking another sip, the doctor's eyes fell to the plate in front of her. "Oh, Branzino!" Enthusiasm immediately waned. "Well, hell." Standing, Kate smoothed a hand down the front of her dress, "That should be enjoyed while it is at least warm so I suppose I'll leave you two to your romantic evening while I take my leave to wallow in my misery. Take one for the team as it were." Stopping at the edge of the partition, she looked over her bare shoulder, "I hope you will at least take my advice about the penthouse…ravishing each other until the sun comes up." Eyes slid closed briefly. "MMmm, fond memories." Redirecting her glare, brow raised, "You deserve it so do it while you can… before there are multiple dark haired genius babies keeping you busy." Walking away, the surgeon stopped again with one final shot, familiar grin in place. "You bitches better call me for lunch or dinner sometime. After all, you owe it all to me. Right Jane?" Smiling cheekily, she was gone.

Chuckling, Maura left a soft kiss to her detective's temple and stood, carefully pressing wrinkles out of her dress before reclaiming her seat. "She's like a bad penny. Of course, Katherine would show up on our first official night out on the town. I mean… she's been there for everything else so I'm not quite sure why I'm surprised. I do feel kind of bad about her date, though." Scooting her chair a bit closer, she was drawn to the dark eyes watching silently from across the table, pale skin flushing at the scrutiny. Picking up her fork and knife, she swallowed hard to steady her voice, never breaking their gaze. "What Jane? Why are you looking at me like that?" The doctor busied herself with the act of cutting off a dainty bite of fish before looking up again.

God, this woman. The surge of emotion was stifling; the overwhelming need for… so many things. It wasn't new but it always struck the detective with its intensity like a blow to the gut. Finally managing a smile, Jane picked up her own fork feigning nonchalance, voice charred but stripped bare and honest before eyes darted toward her plate. "I, um… it still just hits me. You know? That we are finally together? And it happens at the weirdest times… like… when I wake up next to you in the morning no matter where we've slept, crazy hair and all… or… or brushing my teeth at your sink and trying not to leave crusty trails on the tile because I have a toothbrush right next to yours in the fancy holder." Nose scrunched at the next thought, "Or buying that icky Greek yogurt you like to keep in my fridge next to the beer and container of salad and way past due milk; all the everyday stupidly simple things, Maur." Looking up with a slanted grin, "But my absolute favorite is coming home after an all-nighter to find you sprawled out on my couch in my clothes, dead to the world while trying to wait up for me…" Eyes locked with the most adoring gaze, expecting an 'aw, Jane you're so sweet' at any moment before continuing, smirk sliding skillfully into place, brow raised in anticipation. "…drooling all over my throw pillows."

For her part, Maura had been enthralled by raspy sentiment… warmth suffusing her entire being up until those last few words were uttered. Having attended more than enough Rizzoli family dinners, the medical examiner fought the foreign impulse to throw a clump of bread at the infuriatingly beautiful woman based on the sheer audacity of the surely unfounded accusation. Hazel green eyes narrowed as the roll was placed primly at the edge of the doctor's plate, hands busied with a crisp napkin and the stem of her wine glass. Taking a sip, she never broke eye contact. "I. Do. Not. Drool." Those were fighting words. The Isles' did not drool. Ever.

A shit eating grin was Jane's only response. "It's cute. Really. The way it kind of..." Using her index finger to trace an imaginary trail from the corner of her mouth and across, the detective's smile grew even wider. The expected sharp kick to the shin was taken in stride, a soft grunt pushing past pursed lips. Time was bought by slowly chewing a cut of beef before taking a generous draw of wine. Silverware deposited alongside dinner plate, a hand of truce stretched across the table, waiting. "Oh, come on, Maur."

For her part, it was taking every ounce of resolve not to immediately accept the offered invitation. The strangely magnetic pull for touch when Jane was near was hard to describe but the doctor was determined to stand her ground… at least for a few seconds. Crossing her arms in front, a manicured brow arched. "I don't think so, Jane. After such a… defamatory statement? The very act of drooling suggests… a lack of control and…" Taking a sip of wine, a slender hand rested firmly on the safe side of an imaginary line, the medical examiner knowing that she was rambling in an unbecoming way. "While I understand that it is a natural bodily function, I find the very suggestion that I could possibly allow myself to… to soil your… Now what? What is so amusing that…" The squeeze of joined fingers drew a gasp. When did that happen? Eyes snapping up to find warm brown, Maura couldn't help but smile. It seemed to be their way… no matter what was going on between them, touch was inevitable.

Kissing each and every knuckle, Jane's voice was coarse but serious. "You know I wasn't kidding before… when I said that you asleep on my sofa, waiting for me in my clothes is my favorite thing." Releasing a slender hand to resume eating, the two enjoyed the comfortable silence for a while, each amazed by the culinary assault on unsuspecting taste buds, exchanging loaded forks for the other's benefit. "Mmmm, god, Maur. That really is delicious… to look so nasty I mean. Who knew?"

"I knew." Maura's light giggle bubbled between them. "I'm so glad you like." Trying her hand at sarcasm, the doctor went all in with swagger. "What a relief." Jane's easy laughter was a reward in and of itself. Carefully spearing a small piece of asparagus along with a roasted potato, Maura finally looked up, taking the bite and savoring the complementing flavors before following with a sip of the exquisite wine the chef had ordered. "Mmm." Delicately dabbing pursed lips, she couldn't help the open admiration of the woman across the table. "You really do look incredibly beautiful this evening, Jane. You should wear that suit more often." Watching a faint blush crawl across olive skin, the doctor laced their fingers before continuing, voice thickening with emotion. "Thank you for this evening; for the obvious effort you put into our date. No one has ever… It has truly been amazing and means so much to me."

Brown eyes had darkened slightly, warm lips dropping a lingering kiss to the soft skin of the medical examiner's wrist. "The night isn't over yet, Doctor."

Oh god. That voice. Those lips. A delicious heat suffused Maura's entire body necessitating a slight shift in her seat as a familiar ache settled low in her stomach. Words sultry and coarse, "Oh really, Detective? What more do you have in mind?"

Jane had made a plan. One that involved a surreptitious text to her desperate law school student neighbor, Marissa, that would initiate the lighting of dozens of new candles the detective had scattered about her pristinely cleaned apartment… the bed had already been made with a new sheets of a thread count that was probably higher than her current bank balance. The ice bucket accompanied by two flutes on the night stand along with the covered fruit and cheese platter stored carefully in the fridge rounded things out. Jane had agonized over each minute detail down to the new matching black lace bra and panties she was wearing underneath Armani. It was foolproof unless… Kate's words drifted in along with a hint of doubt. Was the high end hotel the better way? The last thing she wanted was to disappoint Maura on their first night together.

Near black eyes narrowed as the detective leaned forward, slipping back into her role, never breaking their gaze nor relinquishing the hold on a captured hand, "Oh I have plenty of ideas involving you Doctor Isles. None of which involve a stitch of clothing or designer shoes... just… Well. I don't want to reveal too much too soon." The subsequent pout was monumental. She knew Maura professed to love surprises when in reality, she did not. Squeezing cool fingers, the detective couldn't help but ask, brow knitted together, "Tell me, though… what Kate said… the fancy hotel and all. Is that something you would rather do? Because we can if you want…"

Not many people got to witness Jane Rizzoli vulnerable and Maura vowed to never take it for granted. Jane had already planned their night together… beyond the wonderful dinner they were now sharing. Grinning, the doctor shook her head in the negative; lose curls swishing back and forth before falling into place. "I would much rather see what you have in store for us, Jane. If dinner is any indication, I would say we are in for a very, very memorable evening."

Holy saints and sinners. Pray for us now… Maura Isles was the embodiment of sexy and Jane could feel her heart rate rise just from the smoldering look aimed in her direction. Taking a long draw from Riedel stemware, she barely avoided choking at the feel of stocking covered toes slipping under the hem of dark wool and caressing available skin, moving up and down and back again. Using her napkin to buy time, dabbing at pursed lips, the detective did her best to tamp down the overwhelming desire to once again drag the medical examiner into the nearest bathroom… or coat check... or janitor's closet… finally breaking their self-imposed drought in the least romantic way possible. A dark brow arched as deep brown locked with sparkling green. "I really want to kiss you right now."

Standing again, sure hands smoothed over tantalizing curves before the medical examiner finally settled back into Jane's lap, fingers threading through dark curls as soft lips joined, taking part in a now familiar moment of give and take, tongues tasting and soothing as the kiss grew more heated.

"God, Maur. I need to get the check. We… fuuuck." Lips traveled down across pristine skin, settling in the beautiful juncture of neck and shoulder before biting into pale flesh.

"Ahem." Carlo cleared his throat, somewhat embarrassed to interrupt such an intimate moment. Laughter filled his voice, "I wanted to make sure you were enjoying your meal but it appears that you are… and then some."

Taking a deep breath, long arms held firm around the woman suddenly squirming in her lap before Jane peered at her high school friend barely hiding a smirk. "Carli, the food was amazing… I mean the best I've ever had and you better not ever mention that to Ma 'cause I'd have to kill you."

It took Maura a second more to find her composure, plastering on a cordial smile. "I… Yes. The meal was absolutely spectacular and I'm so pleased to get to meet you and have a glimpse into Jane's past."

"Checkered though it may be!" The chef's raucous laughter was contagious although the detective feigned insult.

"Hey!" Carefully standing, grip still held firm to a narrow waist as she pulled Maura back until they were comfortably pressed together, scarred hands locking across expensive silk. "I resemble that remark!" Jane could feel more than see hazel green eyes roll at her words; a drunken night almost a year ago when the word "resemble" had erroneously replaced "resent" in defense to the doctor's assertion that the detective did not enjoy the benefits of a proper night's rest because she tended to sleep in her clothes. The two had collapsed in a fit of laughter before both falling asleep fully clothed on top of the bed's comforter, hands barely touching.

Maura decided it was her turn to take the lead. "Chef Carlo, we are forever indebted to you for such a special evening. The atmosphere, this secluded romantic table and the food…" Lids slid closed in rapture at the thought, an appreciative hum escaping without censure. "I'm sure I can speak for Jane in saying we cannot wait to dine here again and would love it if you and your wife could join us next time. I know that you will be very busy running such a successful up and coming restaurant but perhaps we could get together at our place…" A self-deprecating smile shyly spread, "I can't promise a meal as exquisite but I can promise good wine and even better company… I do hope you will take us up on the offer when you are able." Feeling the subtle patterns traced across her abdomen by nimble fingers that seemed to dip lower and lower, the medical examiner understood their haste. Smiling widely, "Unfortunately, Jane and I will be unable to stay for desert as…" It wasn't exactly a lie. "We have a prior engagement."

Temporarily burying her chin in the doctor's shoulder, Jane schooled her features before facing her old friend. "Yeees. I've made arrangements for a mid-night DUCK boat tour so we will need our check…" Smile faltering, she remembered the falling snow and frigid outside temperature.

Eyebrow cocked, Carlo couldn't resist the roll of chocolate eyes, hands shooing the couple away. "Go. GO! Go and do what lovers do… and a check? You insult me Jane Rizzoli. I may tell your Ma what you said after all just to teach you a lesson." Turning toward the elegant doctor, a kitchen roughened hand enveloped a smaller one as the slight man leaned forward, a whisper shared between them. "Take good care of that one… she's a hard won keeper… plays it all rough and surly on the outside but once you get on the inside… she's the best you'll ever know." Pulling away, the chef winked conspiratorially at the smiling doctor.

The blush was immediate. "Yes, well, I plan on doing just that. We'll be in touch and thank you again for such a wonderful evening." Pulling at Jane's hand nestled in her own, Maura led the way swiftly through the dining room and out onto the sidewalk without a word, finally turning abruptly, effectively halting the detective's forward momentum. Taking fists full of the lapels admired earlier in their date, the doctor pulled herself up on tiptoes and nuzzled dark curls aside until her lips were at Jane's ear, voice roughened and low with desire. "Mmmm. Take me home, Jane. I don't think I can wait any longer to feel you."

The resulting sound resembled a growl starting low in the detective's throat as an arm shot up to hail a taxi, the other wrapped securely around Maura's waist.


The ride to Jane's apartment had been a tense one, anticipation tangible in the small space of the cab; hands clasped together, the detective's leg bounced continually as the doctor's slender fingers drummed atop her thigh. The air felt charged and thick; like the smell of ozone following a lightning strike. The occasional heated look and restrained smile was exchanged by both women knowing that even the most innocent of touches would be too much.

"We're here, ladies. That'll be…" Not waiting for an amount, Jane tossed three twenties through the plastic window separating the driver from his fare… not caring in the least that it was a gross overpayment. Long legs stretched through the open door as she carefully pulled the medical examiner out with her and up the stairs to her apartment. Left hand slightly shaking, the key finally made purchase and the number twelve door swung open. A tentative hand at the small of the doctor's back ushered her across the threshold before the detective was able to turn and make sure all the locks were engaged.

Maura's hand flew to the space above her heart at the sight, a faint gasp escaping. Not only was every surface covered in candles and flowers; the low sound of music was being piped through hidden speakers… her favorite aria. The apartment was spotless; the fragrance from the candles light but not overwhelming. Turning into a welcomed embrace, the doctor's arms draped loosely around Jane's shoulders, smile blinding as their bodies fit together. "It's perfect. Thank you." Closing the distance, she captured waiting lips in a kiss that was at first languid before quickly turning heated as hands roamed in search of warm skin. There were buttons to be undone and a zipper to be unzipped… the designer blazer was the first to fall to the floor under Maura's assault. Staggering a bit as tongues dueled and explored, words came out murmured and sloppy, hands slipping underneath fabric to glide across a toned abdomen. Groaning at the contact, "Is this… god, you feel so good, Jane… iiis this okay?"

Sliding her hands down Maura's bare back with a smirk, finding the tiny zipper, dark eyes twinkled with mirth. "I would say so." Long fingers brushed carefully over the medical examiner's shoulders sending the green dress to the floor in a pool of fabric. Good lord, kill me now if this is a dream. Stepping back a fraction, coal black eyes took in every inch of exposed flesh along with the sinfully sheer scrap of lace masquerading as panties. "You… You're so… beautiful…and… and perfect."

"Thank you. Again." Flushing brightly under the compliment, deft fingers worked to quickly do away with the detective's shirt, casting it to the side as a greedy gaze took in olive skin. Leaning forward, Maura's voice had a smoky element that left Jane's body humming and tested the resolve to take things slowly. Precise hands hooked under the straps of the detective's bra tugging impatiently before reaching behind for the clasp, "This needs to go."

A smile coloring a deep, raspy voice, scarred hands smoothed around a narrow waist and splayed against heated skin. "I always knew you would be bossy in bed." Pulling their bodies flush, Jane trailed hot, moist kisses down the column of Maura's neck, sucking hard on the soft skin below the doctor's ear.

Throwing her head back in pleasure, a desperate grip tangled in dark curls even as Maura tried to form a coherent thought, pulling her soon to be lover back up into a searing kiss. "Mmmmm, Jane. You… you have no idea." Smirking against the detective's ear, "We aren't even in the bed yet." Sucking the lobe into her mouth, she couldn't help but smile at the low moan her attentions produced.

She loved it: their give and take… the back and forth. Why she had given a second thought to the change in their relationship was now unfathomable… lanky body thrumming with life. Had she even lived before this moment? In a quick flash of tenderness, tanned hands cupped the medical examiner's jaw, their gaze locked. "I love you… you know that right?" Words were barely a whisper but the sentiment was loud. Closing the gap, lids slid closed as lips met again… tangling and exploring at will, long fingers dropping away to softly massage full breasts before pinching and rolling pert nipples.

"God, Jane! That's… Mmmmmyeessss…" Unhappy with the imbalance in the state of their dress, nimble fingers quickly unbuckled a pewter fastener and yanked leather free with a snap before expertly unbuttoning wool slacks and lowering the zipper. Maura couldn't help but smile as they dropped to the ground revealing matching panties to the black lacy bra she had just removed. Hazel green hungrily took in the entire package; long, lean legs that graduated into narrow hips and a defined stomach… pert breasts and sinewy arms. The David had nothing on form in the medical examiner's opinion. "Oh, Jane… You are… exquisite." Soft thumbs traced the ridges of abdominal muscles under intense scrutiny as fingers curled into flesh. The doctor's smoldering gaze finally found ebony with a sly grin. Arms once again looping around the detective's neck, warm lips whispered against a waiting smile. "Take me to bed."

Without a moment's hesitation, the detective nodded and linked their fingers before walking them both down the hall and into her bedroom where the candles and newly turned down bedding made it look actually romantic. Butterflies making their presence known, Jane led Maura toward the bed, nodding toward the nightstand. "I, um, bought that champagne we had at the Fairfield's if you would like a glass."

Maura's heart melted even further at the expensive gesture, body thrumming with want as fingertips hooked into the elastic of black lace with a gentle pull. Skilled hands going to work on the remaining barriers, moist lips closed around the freckle that had been a mild obsession of the medical examiner's for some time. Breathed against heated skin, "Mmmm. So much better than I imagined." Looking up sweetly into hooded eyes, a quick nod toward the bedside table, "Maybe we should save that for round two?"

Brain whirling from intimate contact, Jane lowered them both gently onto the bed, settling easily between spread legs as lips met again and hips thrust naturally together creating a delicious friction. The resulting jolt of arousal was almost overwhelming; both women hissing in deep breaths, eyes locking.

Propped up on elbows, Jane brushed a few strands of hair away from Maura's face with a smile, fingers caressing and threading through slightly damp golden locks. "Tell me what you want, Maura."

There were so many things the doctor wanted: to wake up every day with these arms around her, to grow old with this woman and raise their children together in a sprawling home full of love and laughter… but now, in this exact moment there was only one thing she wanted, nails scraping down tanned skin to pull Jane closer, voice a breathy plea.

"Inside me… I need you inside me."

Jane's heart stuttered at the words, arms shaking from the effort to not crush the woman beneath, searching intense… swirling hazel eyes. God. The ache in her chest was crushing. A lone finger ghosted down across a manicured brow, along a narrow nose until it met plump lips; tracing around the edges mesmerized. "I love your lips." Jane's whisper didn't elaborate as weight shifted to the right side, holding firm as her left hand was free to explore. "I love this…" The detective's index finger lingered in the dip between two prominent collar bones before dragging lower between ample breasts, over a toned stomach and through short curls. Brown eyes widened at the amount of slick desire before long fingers explored, circling the medical examiner's opening.

Eyes locked, she pushed inside…all the way. "I… god… I love… you Maura."

"Oh g-god!" Hands scrambled and clawed at a slick back as their rhythm was set, slender hips joining the dance. So close. God. It was hard to maintain eye contact, let alone sustain intelligent thought. Everything else… there was only Jane surrounding her; consuming her. And Maura needed more. Heavy lids blinked open as focus was forced onto the shining black eyes just a few inches above. "Have… you."

It wasn't much but Jane understood as she shifted her lower body to make room for the hand snaking between, eyes snapping shut at the feel of fingers sliding through and around soaked folds. "Oooh fuuuck!" She was already so close it was embarrassing and now… being filled so completely. "Fuck,Maur!" It was difficult to maintain a rhythm, the detective's thrusts stuttering and erratic as pleasure licked at her skin, tingling… coil tightening with a low burn at every down curl the doctor made. Arching up and rigid, Jane collapsed on top of Maura in a boneless heap, gasping for breath in the crook of the medical examiner's neck.

The sensation of nails against her scalp and back was the first thing Jane could process, an involuntary shiver rolling down her spine. Next was the enticing scent; nose nuzzling a throbbing pulse before peppering salty, flushed skin with kisses, propping up with a cringe. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. I… that was…" Words were swallowed by the doctor's kiss, tongues finding each other in a way the detective would never tire of in this lifetime.

Maura's smile was blissful as she pulled away, fingers caressing high cheekbones with a hum. "Why on earth would you be sorry, Jane? That was the most beautiful… erotic thing I've ever experienced." Brows waggling, her grin was wolfish as hands scraped up and down toned arms, voice lowering to a velvety growl. "I love that I have that effect on you. It is empowering and…" A sure hand moved lower to tease an already erect nipple as lips found the cleft in Jane's chin. "Mmmm… sooooo arousing."

Dear god in heaven! For the briefest of moments Jane considered the fact that she might be outmatched before the Rizzoli confidence kicked in with swagger intact. She took a moment to enjoy the doctor's attentions before locking their gaze. "So you find me arousing Doctor Isles?" Her voice was all whiskey and honey. Brows arched and eyes narrowed, Jane watched a multitude of emotions flit across the medical examiner's face; a calloused hand creeping lower, palm ghosting over a tight nipple, index finger drawing circles around Maura's belly button before moving again.

The detective's dark tone left Maura knowing she was in trouble. Swallowing hard, mouth suddenly dry, "You… you aren't going to tease me are you Jane? Because… please. You had me… I was so close." The shameless whine was unavoidable.

Long fingers gliding through evident want, Jane leaned down to capture pouty lips with a grin, tongue sweeping inside and mapping every corner, reveling in the taste of her love before entering with a loud groan. Licking the now salty soft spot beneath the doctor's ear, she smiled as their bodies moved together in unison. Honesty always the best policy, words were barely a rasp. "I've waited so long to hear you scream my name… I couldn't tease you... mmmggoodd... IF my life depended on it." Grunting with effort as movement picked up, Jane's right arm curled beneath Maura's shoulders in an attempt at leverage, pushing as deep as she could. "Babe… god, you feel… so good… so tight."

She was being dismantled; piece by piece… undone in a way she had never experienced with previous lovers. It was if Jane had complete control of her body now thrumming with the promise of release. Rocking hard against each thrust, Maura could feel the ripple of impending orgasm radiate through her limbs. Oh, god. There! Nails digging into bare flesh, "J-Jane! Ye.. Jaaane!"

Catching her breath, Jane carefully rolled them so that Maura's limp form was draped on top; the sudden sharp pain surprising. Shit! The claw marks on her lower back were tender against the crisp sheets but she couldn't care less; nothing compared to holding a blissful and recovering Maura Isles in her arms. Lips brushed against a slack forehead as fingers sifted through damp curls. For the rest of my life if I'm lucky. Feeling a rapid heartbeat slowly return to normal, arms squeezed tighter. "MMmmm. You okay?"

The fog slowly lifted as Maura regained cogent thought and control of her limbs. Enormous grin in place, she stretched up for a kiss, deepening it immediately, right hand raking through dark curls before settling at the nape to pull the detective up and even closer. Finally parting, words were smiling and hoarse. "I love you. So… SO much." Settling naturally back into her spot, nose nuzzling olive skin, the medical examiner sighed in relief when a thought pushed to the forefront. A manicured nail traced figure eights over a flexing bicep, watching the muscle shift and return with each pass of a scarred hand across her lower back. Pushing up onto forearms, Maura couldn't suppress the impish grin. "Mmmmm. I believe we should have that champagne now and go again."

"You do do you?" Jane's hand dropped lower to squeeze a tight ass.

"Oh, I do. I really do, Detective." Maura's eyes were a deep shade of green and Jane couldn't seem to look away.

God, when she speaks in that voice. Capturing waiting lips in a languid kiss, long fingers curled into the doctor's waist before ending with a chuckle, hands sliding up over smooth skin to sift through honeyed curls. "You do know that if you want me to get the champagne, you are actually gonna have to get off of me, yeah?"

Maura's body wriggled full length, causing unexpected friction in all sorts of places that warranted a gasp from the woman underneath.

With a surge of want, Jane quickly flipped their positions on the bed, staring down in to startled but deep hazel eyes. Trying to maintain the seriousness of their gaze proved to be too much, laughter bubbling up from somewhere deep within as she rolled to the side chuckling, hands still linked together. "God, I love this. I love that we are still 'us' and… and while everything has changed… we are still… who we were before? How we are together I mean… Shit… That sounds a little crazy right?" Covering her eyes, fingers cracked open to allow a peak, teeth working a lower lip, "Does that make any sense?"

A new warmth radiated through the doctor's body as she snuggled closer, slinging an arm low across a taut abdomen, molding her body to the lanky one in her grasp thinking about her words as lips touched tanned skin. "MMmm. It makes every bit of sense, Jane. I… we've discussed our mutual fear of losing our strong friendship; a fear of taking chances that don't pan out or that alter our current dynamic." Breathing deeply, "I am inclined to believe that our romantic relationship will be stronger because of our established foundation; the intimacies with which we are already acquainted…" Words were halted by an indelicate hand, brows furrowing above narrowed hazel green.

With a look of amusement, "If you can still talk like that, then I have done something wrong." Long, lean legs swung over the edge of the bed as Jane sat up to reach for the chilled bottle.

Maura licked her lips at the ripple of abdominal muscles and flexed legs, a bit distracted to pay attention. Inching forward on hands and knees she crawled into the detective's lap, grip curling into lean shoulders as she looked down between them, a glistening thin strip of wiry curls pressed against olive skin. "Hmmmmm." Catching Jane somewhat off guard, she crushed their lips together in a passionate kiss, pleased as skilled hands pulled her closer with a moan. "It seems…" She licked her lips again trying to catch her breath before slowly leaning forward to whisper in the detective's ear. "It seems that I am craving a different taste at the moment."

Jane landed with a thud against the mattress, the goddess of sex still straddling her lap. Holy fuck! Forget the champagne; Round Two was on and she knew she needed her A game. Smirk settling in place, "Bring it on, Doctor Isles. Show me what you've got."

Thank you all so much for sticking with me. I'm sorry to end here but life is life as we all know. Best to you beautiful readers!