Eight months old

Maura stepped into the room – headed straight to the bed – and discarded the baby monitor on one of the nightstands before settling against the large pillows.

"Is she sleeping?"

An affirmative murmur passed her lips, accompanied by a nod of her head as her partner's voice filled the bedroom from the walk-in closet. Aly had been teething for a while, now; reducing their nights to minimal hours while their workdays were still as intense. The rhythm to follow was hard, exhausting.

"Remember to pack less... Formal... Clothes. It is a four-star hotel, it has its standards."

Maura's remark got welcomed by a loud scoff soon followed by an offended Jane stepping out of the closet; pieces of clothing in hands.

For the first time since the birth of their daughter, both women had decided to leave Boston for a nice – restful – weekend up North and under such circumstances, Maura had booked a room at one of the finest hotel establishments of the area.

"What do you mean by 'formal', exactly? My clothes may not be haute-couture, they are still perfectly fine... And clean."

Conscious of having said something she should have kept for herself, Maura bit her lower lip then cast a glance at her wife's attire. The brunette hadn't had time to change from work. She was wearing black pants and a purple blouse, like every single day or so.

"Maur! I'm not a hobo..."

A wave of deep red rushed up the medical examiner's cheeks. In a gesture of apologies, she rose her hand and shook her head at her partner; laughed lightly.

"Of course not. Your clothing choice is just... Plain. A tad boring, maybe."

The honey blonde made a face before her obvious awkwardness but her confession didn't seem to really offend Jane. A smirk embraced the brunette's features.

"Boring, hmm?"

Without any warning, Jane brought her hands to her belt and – her hips starting to move along the rhythm of an imaginary song – she locked her eyes with Maura's; unzipped her pants.

Humming in the process.

The semblance of a striptease made the honey blonde burst out laughing and with an amused gaze, she sat up in bed; passing subconsciously her tongue on her lips while her wife kept on getting undressed.

The pants landed quietly on the floor – revealing Jane's long and toned legs – but she didn't give much time to the scientist to focus on them as her fingers went to unbutton her blouse. Slowly, sensually. The gesture warmed Maura's stomach and silent enough, she followed the process with attention.

Jane had not done that for a very long while. Once they had accepted their feelings for each other and left behind the idea of being friends with benefits, something had softened in their relation; to the point they hadn't gone on with all these things. The teasing game, improvised stripteases.

They had settled down, perhaps too easily.

Another laughter filled the room as the brunette threw her blouse to Maura who caught it and approached the edge of the bed only to be denied access to Jane's body. Hand up in the air, the detective turned around – unhooked her bra – and let a strap slide down her shoulder while casting a glance at the blonde in her back.

The piece of underwear went to join the black pants on the floor.

There was something enticing from this perspective, Jane's lower back offered to Maura as the brunette kept on moving her hips rather suggestively; her hands playing with her panties. The scientist swallowed hard, unable to move.

"So... Do you still think my clothes are boring?"

Fully naked, Jane turned around and went to straddle her partner – her arms sliding around Maura's neck – while the smirk that hadn't left her since the very beginning melted into a mischievous smile. Without a word, the blonde bent over – brushed the detective's lips – and was about to go for a urging kiss when Aly's cries in the baby monitor put an abrupt end to everything. The scientist stifled a moan against her wife's shoulder.

"Shit."

...

Now

Clutched to Jane, Maura closed her eyes and took a deep breath; squeezed her legs around her partner's waist in an attempt to get the brunette closer to her body. A long sigh of content passed her lips as she felt the detective's tongue play with her skin somewhere in the depths of her neck while the caresses – down between her legs – were slowly driving her crazy.

Combined to the blanket – the brunette's own warm flesh brushing her – and the arousal of her own body, she was hot; breathless. A moan escaped from her lips as Jane's kisses went down to her breasts and the detective sped up the pace of her ministrations. Arching her back, the blonde tried to restrain a moan but failed and dug her nails in her wife's back as she reached another stage in the paroxysm of her feelings.

All of a sudden, the loud beats of music made them jump and stop right in their tracks. Surprised, both lovers turned their heads towards the wall and stared at it in disbelief. Jane sighed angrily.

"What the hell... It's Sunday morning. She's gonna wake up the whole neighborhood."

Breathing with difficulty, Maura swallowed hard and looked back at Jane who was still on top of her; her face flushed from the excitement caused by their mischievous ministrations. The scientist groaned and grabbed back her partner's neck to capture her lips in a deep kiss.

Music or not, her priorities laid somewhere else for the moment.

It is only thirty minutes later that both women walked down the corridor and knocked on Aly's door. Within a second, the music stopped and the teenager opened; looked at them from head to toes. Impassible.

The detective was the first one to react and talk.

"What was that, Aly? You want the neighbors to call the police or what?"

Maura was about to add a comment about the danger of decibels when her daughter's scoff took her aback and she remained silent instead.

"Well, I'm sorry but I don't feel like hearing you two going at it first thing in the morning. Neither do the neighbors, actually!"

Jane's jaw dropped – her cheeks turning into a deep red – while the honey blonde widened her eyes and shook vehemently her head. Clutched to her silk bathrobe, Maura scoffed.

"Alessandra Rizzoli-Isles! We are certainly not loud when you are around. This is a damaging lie... Now go get ready for the family brunch in town or I swear that next time, even your blatant music won't cover my exaggerated pleas towards this woman!"

Index finger pointed at a mortified Jane, Maura turned on her heels and – a smile of satisfaction on her lips before Aly's slightly disgusted face – took the stairs down to go and brew some tea.

The medical examiner might lack authority at times, she still always won at this game; no mattered what.