Day 323

Jane was all set for a night of sporting entertainment; she had wrangled a beanbag from her brother and had placed it in front of the couch, so she could use the couch for a little bit of back support. She had settled on the bean bag because lately Bass had taken up to hanging out by her legs when she watched television and she figured she would get down to his level so she could absently rub his shell while watching the game.

Jane was comfortable in the beans; beer in one hand and the other hand gently scratching Bass' shell. The Celtics game was on television and really she couldn't have been happier. "Should be a good game tonight Bass," she murmured absently as the starting line-ups were showcased on screen.

"Jane," Maura's voice filtered down the stairs ahead of the gorgeous medical examiner.

"What Maura?" Jane groused, already prepared for a battle. She must stand her ground; basketball and bro time with Bass was at stake.

"Are you really going to spend the night in a bean bag? It cannot possibly be good for your back." Maura stated as she came into view, blocking the television slightly.

Jane waved her hand to indicate that Maura should move, "Yes I intend to spend the night in my comfy bean bag so that I can chill with Bass."

"Well don't come crying to me if you hurt yourself." Maura replied, while ignoring the hand gestures to move.

"Babe, can you please move?"

Maura frowned thoughtfully, "I do not understand your choice of endearment Jane. Are you indicating that I have some sort of identity crisis?"

Jane's head snapped up from the television to her wife; "Huh, what? No. Why would you say that?"

Maura couldn't contain her smirk, "Wasn't Babe the pig that thought it was a dog in that movie?"

Jane shook her head and bit back a chuckle, leave it to Maura to find the most obscure pop culture reference when any other day of the week she wouldn't be able to tell the difference between Sylvester Stallone and Sylvester the cat. "So no calling you babe? Got it. Now dear, can I please watch the game?"

"You can, you have two functioning eyes and there is a television with said game broadcasting…"

"May I, Maura?" Jane rolled her eyes and tried to look stern.

"Also Jane, what is with the endearment 'dear'? Do people think calling their significant others a four legged mammal is endearing?"

Jane wanted to slap herself hard, she knew what Maura was doing and worst of all it was working. She smirked at her wife, "Come on, Bambi is cute yeah? So consider it like, you're being called cute."

Maura tilted her head in thought before finally nodding her agreement and stepping closer to her wife's position. "That being said, if it was at all possible to become diabetic from words alone there are some terms of endearment I would like to ban."

Jane tugged at her wife until she climbed onto her lap and smirked mischievously in return. She peppered Maura with gentle kisses, "So terms like, sweetie pie, sugar plum, and cupcake… they're out?"

"Yes," Maura smiled into several kisses she gave Jane in return. "Also, just plain old sugar is out too. I really do not understand these terms at all."

Jane pressed a warm kiss onto her wife's lips. "I'm not going to be watching the game tonight, am I?"

Maura shook her head in the negative. "I need your attentive eye for detail elsewhere."

Jane waggled her eyebrows playfully, "Oh really?"

"Yes really. There's an advanced course in anatomy being offered, tonight only."

"Well in that case Doctor Rizzoli Isles, I feel like I should inform you of my credentials so that I may enrol in the class."

Maura delicately climbed off her wife's lap and shot a seductive smile, "Oh the professor is well aware of your credentials detective."

Jane sighed happily as she watched her wife walk away. She turned to Bass, "It's funny how she never complains when I repeatedly call her God."

Even an African Spurred Tortoise can reach his limits with information he receives. He ambled away before Jane could get out of her bean bag and follow her wife upstairs for that one night only course in advanced anatomy.

Jane couldn't help herself but to sing, "Sugar, oh honey honey, you are my candy girl and you've got me wanting you…" on her way up the stairs.

A/N: So I just had to get out a tiny tiny bit of fluffy cuteness. Hope someone found this entertaining.