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A/N Sorry for the long wait. I have no excuses, other than I found this chapter hard to write. As I've said on my profile page, I'm not a writer, so please forgive my grammar and lack of ideas for a plot. I've had a hard time with writers block, I just wasn't feeling it, as I have no experience of Salsa dancing!. Hope you're still with me, this chapters a little longer. As always, a big thanks to my girl T and for all of those who have reviewed, favourited and followed. I love hearing what you all think. J :-)


Mar 22nd 2015

I slipped on my new red shoes for their first outing and turned to admire myself in the full length mirror, my head tilting to the side, then turning backwards as I looked over my shoulder to see what I looked like from behind. This last week has been hard, since Jane has taken to distancing herself, she had agreed to accompany me to a charity dance the Isles Foundation were funding. I neglected to tell her that the cause was to raise awareness and educate people on same sex marriages, which was now beginning to feel a little daunting. I paused as I dabbed on my perfume and looked back at my own reflection, as I began to go over why I had left out that vital part of the evening ahead. I wouldn't be able to study the expressions on her face if she knew, as I would be aware that Jane would already be guarded. There had been quite a few amusing looks and huffs when I told her we would have to salsa dance, again I had refrained from mentioning that she would be my partner for the evening and had just given her the name and number of a wonderful instructor for her to begin practising, which is why I'm presuming Jane has been absent. The only reason she agreed to go with me, was because I reminded her that I had gone to the game with her after the massage she gave me and that I thought it only fair that Jane should repay the favour. I needed to see for myself just how receptive Jane would be towards me, in an environment she wouldn't feel judged in. The thought began to thrill me and terrify me at the same time, as the prospect of being that close to her flooded my brain and several images appeared, all of which ended favourably for me. I steeled my breath as the nervousness soon turned to excitement, when I heard her car pull up on my driveway. The knock to my front door just sounding as my hurrying feet hit the last step of the stairs, in their rush to answer the door.

"Jane you look stunning." I said, as my dimpled smile strained to hold back the admiration I felt, when seeing her in a black dress and heels. I managed to restrain myself from lifting up on to my toes and tangle my fingers in her hair to kiss her, the way I had done in so many of my day dreams, but I couldn't stop my hand from reaching forward and touching the fabric of her dress as my fingers lingered on her arm then slid down to take hold of her fingers

"I should do, I'm wearing your clothes." Came back the quick and slightly sarcastic retort, but the twinkle in her eyes and beginnings of an upturned curl of her lip gave away the appreciation my comment had caused her. It was true, I had given Jane a couple of dresses to try, when she had said she didn't know what to wear, but I had never imagined she would look this good in them.

The sound of the engine running drew my eyes away from hers briefly, as I glanced over to see the waiting cab, I gave her a puzzled look. Jane had said she was driving tonight

"If I'm doing this thing with you, I'm going to need alcohol," she said pre-empting anything I was going to ask. I gave her a smile squeezing her fingers in assurance, then locked the door and dropped the keys into my purse, as she placed a hand on my lower back and led me to the cab.

"There will be alcohol?...right?." She said as she reached forward to open the car door for me.

"Thank you and yes Jane there will be alcohol present if you need it." I said grinning as I said my hello's to the driver and got in. I didn't engage in any further conversation as my eyes were following her around the car. Had she always done that?, been so chivalrous, I began wondering, a small smile graced my face again as I remembered, yes, she did always open doors for me and give her jacket to me if I was cold. I was pulled out from my musings when her animated voice got louder, as she talked with the driver about baseball. I loved watching her, her arms waving dramatically, while she tried to emphasise her point, the sparkle in her eyes when she enthusiastically engaged on a topic she loved. Her head kept turning to look at me as she mouthed "you ok?," then giving my thigh a squeeze, her way of making sure I was ok, no doubt, as she continued to try to educate him on the finer points of the Red sox.

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The venue itself was small and I had been initially pleased at Jane's reaction as we were greeted by the patrons of the trust. If she had been upset by the way they assumed we were a couple she didn't show it, or correct them, instead she smiled and chatted politely, then took our jackets to the cloakroom to check them in as I took the stage for my speech that the foundation had prepared for me.

I couldn't get to her as I left the stage, I had been surrounded by women interested to hear more of my ideas, but I watched as she sat at the bar ordering herself a drink, her eyes scanning the room and lingering on all the same sexed couples, my attention to the conversation around me dwindling out as I studied her. The beer in her hand looked out of place with the clothes she had on and yet it was just so typically Jane. I continued watching as her first drink was quickly polished off, followed by another and another being just as quickly replaced by the barman. I sensed she was uncomfortable at first when a few women approached her and she declined to take drinks from them, but I didn't go over, I wanted to see her reactions, her body language only changed when a tall blonde pulled a stool up along side her and began to make conversation. I was surprised by the anger I felt, as my breathing and heartbeat quickened at her forwardness. I hadn't been the jealous type, but there was something so predatory about this blonde that I didn't like. I noted the way she leant in and held eye contact, all big smiles and dewy eyed, all the while fingering the tips of her hair, her hands finding contact with first Jane's thigh, then arm as she threw her head back and laughed at whatever Jane had said. I coughed and politely made excuses to leave the women and headed over to her.

"Jane," I said as two heads turned my way, I ignored one and focused solely on the dark eyes that were watching me pull out the bar stool on her other side. I nodded my thanks as Jane jumped up and helped me climb up to be seated. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't get away sooner, are you ok?," my hand felt warm against the coolness of her forearm as I held it, the lingering touch serving two purposes, one to see if Jane truly was ok with my absence after my speech and the other to ward off the unwanted attention of the blonde at her side. I felt her relax under my touch and a genuine smile reached her eyes as she nodded. "It's a free bar Maur, so let me get you a drink," her grin grew wider as she leant forward to gain the barman's attention and ordered one of the more expensive wines she knew I liked. We chinked our glass and bottle together in a brief toast and I felt the heat colour my cheeks as our eyes held. The glassy expression in Jane's letting me know that she was only a few more beers away from being totally drunk. The sound of the compare drew our eyes away and she lifted the beer to her mouth and finished it in one large gulp. "Okaayy, I guess I'm your partner" there was a heaviness to her tone as she jumped down from the stool and smoothed out her dress and instant panic washed over me, maybe she didn't want to do this. I couldn't read her expression, but her hand reached out towards me. "Shall we?," I couldn't help the satisfied smirk I directed at the blonde as I reclaimed my detective.

"Yes...let's," I said scanning over her features to see if she was going to be fine with what we were about to be doing. "Are you sure you're ok with this?," I continued to focus on her jaw tightening as her teeth ground together, the smile that reached her eyes last time had failed to do so again now and I stopped walking towards the dance floor and took both her hands in mine, yes I wanted to study Jane and see just how close she would allow me to get, but not if it meant she would feel this uncomfortable. "Jane, I could always find another partner." I hadn't missed the attention I had received from a few of the women who surrounded me after my speech. "I don't want you doing anything you don't want to do."

Her eyes softened and her face relaxed as she took in my concerned face. "You're kidding...right?, I can do this, did you not hear what the winner gets?." There was a playfulness hidden behind the slight slur to her words. "All you have to do is keep up with me," she smiled and winked and started walking again, her pupils had been dilated, making me wonder just how many drinks she'd had while I gave my speech, or if it was because her guard was finally slipping.

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I could smell the beer on her breath, the oat hops lingering between us as she stopped and spun me around into her waiting arms. The heat from her hands seared into my bare back, making me feel branded, like I would always be hers. The music started and all the couples instantly began their own style of Latin dances, the compare letting us all know that the sexier was the better if you wanted to succeed. We danced, watching as one by one dancers were tapped on the shoulders and dismissed from the floor, giving us more space to move around in. My legs straddled her thigh as I leant backwards, her hands firmly holding my arched back as I rolled backwards from the left all the way over to the right until she brought me up level to her eye line again. Her hands caught mine as our eyes locked, her body stepping forward, hips swaying as I did the exact same in reverse, our conjoined hands raising over our heads, first twisting over mine then over hers as she spun me through each move. Jane as it turned out was a quick learner, her hips swayed as her feet stepped forwards and back. The push and pull of her every move being felt in more ways than just that of the dance, as our bodies began to learn more about each others. Her dark lust filled eyes were beginning to betray just how she felt about our new close proximity. The contact was lost briefly as she spun me around again, only to bring me back into her embrace as I faced outwards towards the remaining dancers. I pushed back against her gyrating my hips in isolation to the way the top part of my body moved, as a judge admired us and moved passed to look at someone else.

"We got this," her voice breathed out near my ear, leaving a wake of tingles as it blew cool over the heat of my perspiring skin. Her left hand took mine, reaching them out to the side, my back pressed tightly to her breasts, while her right hand held mine over my tummy, as we spun around, her left arm guiding the way, as first we bent slightly forward and then arching our backs backwards to continue the body roll, with no space coming between us as we finished the move. I knew how competitive Jane was but this had taken me by surprise. I was quickly spun around again into another move, my eyes focusing on hers, before moving over her features again, her cheeks were flushed, giving her a soft glow and parts of her hair were sticking to the beaded perspiration on her forehead, only freeing themselves as she flicked her head from side to side with the beat of the music, she looked so free, with her hair flicking and hips swaying, that I couldn't help but be sucked along into it with her. Admittedly this was my idea, but never in my wildest thoughts had I imagined Jane being so uninhibited in such a way that was rendering me breathless. This seemed like more than just in it to win it now, Jane was actually enjoying it and the most satisfying thing was that I was enjoying it just as much as her.

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The trophy dropped to the floor with a loud clunk as my back was pressed against the door. I felt her lips dragging up my neck as her fingers slowly inched up my dress, squeezing my thigh then the underside of my bottom as I raised my thigh to her hip. Our bodies pushed and ground against each other, as desperate hands touched and grabbed at clothing removing what barriers came between our desire for skin on skin contact. Our lips crashed together as the final item was removed and her strong hands lifted me to her waist. I felt the grain of the wood on my back as I was pushed harder against it. I ignored the burning of my skin, as I started the rise and fall of my hips against her torso. My essence leaving it's mark as I searched for some self gratification against her. Her thigh lifted, her knee pressing into the frame as she struggled to hold me up and slip her hand between us. I groaned into her neck as I felt her slide between my folds, her thumb catching the epicentre of my desire, as long fingers moved inside me. I wouldn't last long, the need for foreplay had been banished as I remembered the thrill of having her body pressed close against mine in our dance. I threw my head back, arms stretching outward and clinging to the door frame in a desperate bid to keep me up in the air, as her fingers worked me higher to my goal.

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"Maura, Maura." The voice brought me around, as I took in the familiar surroundings of my drive way. "You drifted away again." She said as I fumbled for my purse to pay the fare.

The darkness hid the extent of my lust filled eyes as I opened the door and led her in. Dropping my purse on the counter I gave her a tired smile. "You look so happy." I said stating the obvious as I observed the way she held and admired the statued trophy in her hands, it was a bronze of two women entwined in an embrace. "Are you joking?, we won Maur. First class tickets to a five star hotel in New York...all inclusive, for next weekend. I feel like I've won the lotto."

"You're forgetting the dance lessons too and the small factor of getting the time off work to go." I said trying not to destroy the look I was admiring on her face, her whole face had lit up almost child like, she really is truly beautiful I began to think.

"I'm owed holidays, I wonder if Cavanaugh is with Mom?, I could go ask him." She said excitedly as she moved to the side door that led to the guest house where Angela lived

I gasped at the thought. "No Jane, wait till the morning, when he'll be more receptive." I watched as she began to consider this and added. "Unless you'd really like seeing him in a state of undress with your mother." I let the words sink in and grinned inwardly at being able to stop the force that was Detective Jane Rizzoli. "Come on, let's go to bed, I'm exhausted. Would you mind sharing with me?, I haven't had time to make up the spare bedroom." I waited to see if she would reject my offer and tell me she'd be comfortable on the sofa instead, or even offer to make the bed herself, but she just nodded that was fine and headed up the stairs to use the bathroom, as I switched on the alarm system, turning off the lights and stepped on to the stairwell, my head turning back to give my front door a longing glance. A thrill trickled down my spine as I played back my day dream. The evening had been a wonderful experiment. Jane had let her guard slip several times and I had felt her lips close to my neck as we danced. Now for stage two, she seems receptive. Maybe now's the time to move things on. I just need to be sure.