A/N: I really shouldn't be posting this now since I haven't even touched chapter 11 yet but maybe it'll give me the energy to do so. See, I renewed my World of Warcraft subscription so um, yeah. Kinda all downhill from there. BUT! Because I need to brag about my lameness... my friend wanted me to play on his server so I made a character named Rizzoli but doubted I'd ever play it until he made a character to play with me called Isles and now we prance around Malfurion being sexy together. lmao.

CHAPTER TEN
First Lesbian Relationship

The first time Jane actually called Maura her girlfriend was at the end of their vacation in Maine.

As per usual with the start of most relationships, a lot of the time they spent together was in each other's bed. Sex seemed to be about the only thing that didn't freak Jane out, oddly enough. Jane never said much, but Maura knew that being in a relationship with her, on some level still freaked her out. There would be times when things would be perfect and then without warning Jane would pull away from her; withdraw. Even miles away from home and everyone they knew, Jane couldn't fully relax and give into just feeling connected. She was always on guard, like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But being in a relationship with Jane was surprisingly easy. Not that Maura thought it would be difficult, per say, but when you get into a relationship sometimes a lot of things change. It didn't seem to be that way with Jane. They were back to being the best friends they were before, only with a lot more touching. The touching was definitely one of Maura's favorite parts.

"Hey," Maura says, wrapping her arms around Jane's torso and leaning her head on her shoulder, looking out at the forest. Jane's leaning on the railing of her balcony, staring off into space, but when she feels Maura behind her she cover's Maura's hands with her own and leans back into her. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about shooting that deer over there," Jane tells her flatly.

"Jane!" Maura exclaims; horrified as her eyes land on the deer that's innocently minding its own business, unaware of the violence Jane's planning on it.

Jane laughs. "What? I'm in Maine. Kinda figure I should shoot a deer or something. Maybe a moose."

Maura swats her arm. "Don't you dare."

Jane smirks, turning around to lean her back against the balcony railing as she faces Maura. "Relax, it's not like I have a gun." She pauses as she reevaluates that sentence. "Well, not a hunting rifle."

"You better not."

"Not like I'd have any place to stash it even if I did. I didn't bring a whole lot to this little outing," Jane replies. She takes a breath, her eyes surveying their quaint little getaway cabin. She makes a face. "Y'know, just kinda… threw some shit together and ran."

Maura frowns a little as she watches Jane quickly spiral into one of her self-loathing moods. She cups Jane's face in her hands, making her pay attention to her. She gives her a small smile before leaning up and kissing her softly on the lips. When she pulls back she looks her in the eyes, still cupping her face, and whispers, "Is it selfish if I say that I'm glad you ran away with me?"

Jane's lips twitch into the smallest of smiles, but her eyes twinkle as she tells her, "Yeah." Maura tries to suppress her amused grin. She shakes her head a little as she takes Jane's hand in hers and starts walking her, pulling her along.

"Come on."

"Where are we going?" Jane asks, confused. She tries to grab her beer that's resting on the railing but with one hard pull from Maura she swipes for it and misses it completely. "Hey!"

"You don't need that," Maura tells her as she pulls her down the balcony steps. "You've been drinking too much lately."

"Hey, I think I'm entitled. Going through a lot here," Jane retorts, motioning to herself in an overdramatic manner with the hand she still has free. Maura ignores her and keeps pulling her down the path. Jane almost trips on a rock. "Oh my god, Maura, you're gonna fuckin' kill me with all this pulling! Where the hell are we going?"

Maura stops, making Jane stop short. She turns, a disapproving look on her face. "Jane, you're very intelligent." Jane looks at her confused.

"So why are you looking at me like I'm doing something wrong then?"

"Because," Maura says, sighing a little. "When you swear like that it makes it sound like you aren't very intelligent at all." Jane raises her eyebrows in disbelief. "And you never use to swear this much. Lately you've been using them too much in your everyday speech and I believe it's because you're generally not very happy with the world and I kind of hate that." Maura purses her lips together as she looks at her. "It… it upsets me."

"My swearing upsets you?" Jane asks, like she can't figure out for the life of her why.

"No, the reasons you're doing it upsets me," Maura corrects. She sighs, knowing this conversation probably won't lead to any change, but she needed to get it out that it bothered her. Unfortunately, she thinks the only thing that'll help is Jane feeling happier in life. But she's been so upset over admitting that she's gay and now she's scared of how other people will take it, so that doesn't exactly equal happiness. No matter how much happiness Maura gives her, that's still looming over her head. Maura gives her a small smile and requests, "Just please try to make an effort to tone it down… okay?"

"You know you're startin' to sound like my Ma," Jane says, trying to make the situation lighter with a joke. Maura just looks at her pointedly. "Okay, okay, fine. I'll try to quit doing it so much if it bothers you," Jane relents, though not without a little huff.

"Thank you," Maura replies, smiling. She grips Jane's hand tighter. "Come on."

Jane starts following her and calls out, "And hey! I know you like it when I swear during sex." Maura smirks, but doesn't turn around to let Jane see it.

"That's different."

"Yeah, I bet," Jane says, amused. Maura tries to suppress a giggle as she leads her down the path to the lake. "You wanna go swimming?" Jane asks as she takes in the surroundings with a tone of distaste.

"What's wrong with swimming?"Maura asks, turning to look at her. "I thought you loved swimming."

"Yeah, in a pool. Not in a lake where fish shit," Jane tells her. Maura gives her a disapproving look and Jane rolls her eyes. "I'm sorry, not where there are fish feces."

"So you like swimming pools?"

"Yes."

"Where seventeen percent of adults report they urinate? And that's not taking in account the children, or the toddlers whose swimming diapers are filled with feces that will leak out and spread throughout the water."

Jane's face contorts into disgust. "Oh my god, I am never swimming again."

"Yes, you are," Maura tells her. "And just so you know, both fresh and salt bodies of water are much cleaner than pools." She nudges Jane with her arms and smirks before grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it off over her head. "Come on, get naked."

Jane quirks an eyebrow, "You don't want to swim, you just want easy access." Maura chuckles.

She snaps off her bra with an easy flick of her fingers and slides it off of her as she leans up to whisper in Jane's ear, "You make it sound like I usually have a problem getting access." She smirks and captures Jane's earlobe between her teeth playfully, feeling a shiver go through Jane's body before finishing huskily, "And you know that's not true." She watches Jane exhale the breath she was holding before she giggles, pulling away from her and shimmying out of her skirt and underwear. "Now come on, I want to see you wet and naked." She says it so innocently, but winks at her before taking off down the bank.

"Well we don't need to go swimming for that!" Jane calls out after her, frustrated as Maura laughs and jumps into the water. Sometimes she enjoys teasing Jane just to watch how flustered she gets. For how self confident she is usually, she still can't for the life of her actually initiate sex with Maura. She'll suggest it, or hint at it, but she never makes the first move. It's a little endearing, actually.

Of course there was that one time when she was drunk, but then again, when Jane's drunk, she's more 'do first and ask questions later'. Sober she has a few more hesitations, and even though she knows that she can have sex with Maura any time she likes, she seems a little shy about it. Maura's never seen Jane shy about anything in her life, so she's enjoying this phase while it lasts and having a little bit of fun with it.

When Maura comes up from the water she's immediately splashed in the face by Jane jumping in. She squeals in surprise, though it turns into a yelp once she feels arms wrap around her torso and she's pulled under. When she comes back up she splashes Jane, who sputters as she gets some in her mouth. Maura giggles and tries to swim away from her, knowing she's in trouble when Jane yells, "UGH! I probably just got fish shit in my mouth!" She points at her warningly, yet playfully. "You're in trouble."

"No, Jane, c'mon," Maura pleads as she swims backwards from her, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. Jane comes after her and Maura exclaims, giggling, "It was an accident!"

"Bullshit!" Jane calls with a smirk. Maura tries to splash her again but it doesn't reach far enough.

"Language! Jane, if you don't watch what you say it can become habit forming and hard to stop."

Jane just twitches her eyebrow at her playfully before diving under the water. Maura tries to swim away frantically, but she knows it's no use. With Jane's long arms and muscular body, it would only be a matter of time until she catches up. Suddenly Jane comes up from the water directly in front of her, startling Maura so bad she screams. Jane laughs.

"Bull—" she starts, wrapping her arms around Maura's torso to keep her from going anywhere.

"Jane! No!" Maura begs, but she knows it's useless from the conquering look in Jane's eyes as she finishes:

"—shit," just as she dunks her.

When Maura resurfaces she pushes Jane playfully, "I hate you."

"Lies," Jane says with a chuckle. She pushes her wet hair out of her face and then freezes as he hand hits something. "Maura," she says, wide eyed and very serious. "Tell me there is not a huge water cockroach or something on my head." Maura can't help but laugh by how afraid she sounds. "MAURA!"

"Jane, relax," Maura says, swimming closer to her. She reaches up and picks the offending object out of her hair, holding it up. "It's a leaf. I don't know how you could mistake that for an insect."

Jane makes a face and snatches the leaf out of her hand, throwing it in the water. "Look, I'm all for sports, but I ain't the 'great outdoorsman', okay? Bugs and shi—stuff," she corrects off of Maura's look, "ain't my thing."

Maura wraps her arms around Jane's neck, looking up at her with sympathetic amusement. "Jane," she starts, as if talking to a child. "You do realize that the bugs are probably much more scared of you than you are of them, right?"

"HEY! They… they crawl! It's wicked gross!" Her hand flails around dramatically as she rants, then she shudders as if trying to shake them off of her. "Ugh. God, I don't want to talk about bugs. Ew." Another shudder runs through her body and Maura chuckles in amusement.

"So you definitely don't want to know about the giant water bugs that reside in this part of North America then?" she teases.

"MAURA!" Jane exclaims, horrified. "No! Why would you—? Oh my god. I'm getting out." She tries to swim away but Maura grabs her, pulling her back towards her.

"No, come on, I was just teasing. More than likely we will not see any, I promise." She leans up to kiss Jane on the nose, trying to be cute. Jane scowls at her. "Sorry, okay, new topic," Maura starts, wrapping her arms around her again. "So if being outdoorsy isn't your thing, then what is?" She runs her fingers through Jane's wet locks, enjoying the feel of her hair. In all honesty, she already knows what Jane's about to say, but she kind of just wants to touch her and listen to her voice. It doesn't matter what she's talking about, it's just peaceful.

"Softball, baseball, soccer, football, wrestling. Just, hell, something physical. You know that."

"There's a golf course not too far from here," Maura suggests. Jane looks at her like she lost her mind.

"Yeah," she starts, sarcastically. "Because that's physically demanding."

"Hey, it's a sport!" Maura defends.

Jane snorts, "Hardly." She wraps her arms around Maura's torso, pulling her flush against her. "Besides, we only got one more night here. Rather not waste it by hitting golf balls at rich people's resort homes. On my salary I couldn't afford the lawyer to even fight that crap in court." She raises an eyebrow, a little smirk plastered on her face.

"Yeah?" Maura asks with a teasing smile as she continues to play with Jane's hair. "So what do you want to do?" She already knows exactly what Jane wants to do, but it's more fun this way.

Jane's fingers trail down her back, then back up to brush over her hips, her sides, her ribs, and right under her breasts. Maura bites her lower lip, looking up at her under her lashes. Jane dips her head down and captures her lips in a soft kiss before whispering, "I kind of want to fuck you."

"Only kind of?" Maura teases, playing with the ends of Jane's hair. She playfully teases Jane's bottom lip with her tongue before taking it between her teeth and nibbling on it.

"More than kind of," Jane tells her, voice barely audible before she claims Maura's mouth in a heated kiss, her grip on her tightening and drawing her in impossibly close. Maura groans into her mouth, tangling her fingers in her hair as she wraps a leg around her. Her breath shallows a bit as she can feel Jane's thigh against her center, and the heat from her seems to ignite something in the brunette as her teeth latch onto her neck. Maura moans as she bites down.

But Jane's hands still stay in very respectable places, which makes Maura grab them impatiently and place them on her breasts. "You can touch me first, you know," she breathes, closing her eyes as Jane kisses her neck. Jane pinches her nipples in retaliation, making Maura squeal.

"I know! I was just…" she pauses, looking up and then around them, spacing out for a minute to try to avoid answering.

"Just…?" Maura prods expectantly, then rolls her eyes a bit at Jane's avoidance tactics. She puts her hand on her chin and turns it towards her, raising an eyebrow.

"I was just being polite, okay!" Jane defends, looking a little embarrassed. Maura snorts when she laughs. "Hey!" Jane exclaims, not appreciating being laughed at.

"Jane," Maura says seriously, trying to stop laughing. She leans up and kisses her softly before whispering against her lips. "Trust me; the last thing I want is for you to be polite to me right now."

"Maura, we're…" she motions around before murmuring out the side of her mouth, "outside."

"So? There's no one around for miles. Besides, you didn't seem to have a problem with going swimming naked if you thought there were people around. Why is this different?"

Jane looks at her in disbelief. "You can't see the difference between being naked in front of strangers and fucking in front of them?"

"Not really, no."

Jane just stares at her.

"Well I guess I just thought if you were comfortable enough being naked in front of hypothetical strangers than you might be a bit of an exhibitionist," Maura explains, finding her conclusion rational. "It all kind of falls into the same category."

"Wait, a what?"

"An exhibitionist. It's—"

"I know what it is, Maura. And no, I'm not." She pauses, taking in the conversation and how it turned to this topic. "Why, are you?"

Maura instantly frowns, not liking the way that Jane said that. Like there's something wrong with it. But just because it's not one of the more commonly practiced sexual behaviors, doesn't mean it's wrong. "Well… yeah," she tells her. "A little."

Jane looks at her in disbelief. "You mean to tell me that you get off on the thought of people watching you get fucked? Seriously?"

Maura blinks, not understanding Jane's adverse reaction to it. "Yes, sometimes it arouses me. It's a fantasy, Jane."

"No! Maura – what – no. There ain't no way I'm letting some perv watch my girlfriend have sex!" she exclaims, angry with the very idea of it. But Jane's anger-filled exclamation actually makes Maura smile, suddenly feeling very happy. Jane looks at her reaction, "What?"

"You called me your girlfriend," Maura says, grinning from ear to ear.

"So?"

"So you've never done that," Maura says, biting her lower lip in glee. "I like it." Jane looks at her in disbelief before she chuckles.

"God, you're insane. C'mere," she says, grabbing Maura and pulling her towards her. She wraps her arms around Jane's waist and hugs her tight, laying her head on her shoulder. Jane kisses the top of her head, running her fingers down her back. "For the record though, no one is gonna watch us have sex," she says sternly.

"Fine." Maura doesn't really care either way on that matter. Fantasies can stay fantasies. She just enjoys being with Jane.

Jane's silent for a moment as she holds Maura in her arms. Suddenly she asks, "You haven't done webcam shows or anything, right?"

"Jane!" Maura exclaims, laughing as she pulls back to look at her. "Of course not, I have a reputation to uphold."

"Just checking," Jane says with a smirk. Then she bites her lower lip, clearly hesitant to ask whatever else is on her mind.

"What?" Maura asks. "You can ask me anything, Jane. I know you're curious. You get this cute little look on your face when you are." She smirks and pokes at one of Jane's dimples, trying to prove her point. Jane makes a face and pulls away from her, always hating it when she's called cute, adorable, or any other kind of adjective that's similar.

"Hey! Hands off!"

Maura giggles but stops teasing her. She wraps her arms around her neck and looks up at her. "So? Ask."

Jane rolls her eyes, nudging her with her arm gently. "You always gotta make such a big deal outta things. I was just thinking."

"About?"

"I dunno…" she shrugs, not looking her in the eyes. "I guess I was just wondering what you like to do that falls under that category, since you didn't seem too upset that your 'being watched' fantasy was crushed," Jane tells her as she wraps her arms around her waist. Her eyes finally catch hers, waiting for her answer.

Maura giggles. "My 'being watched' fantasy wasn't crushed." Jane looks at her confused and Maura explains, "While the thought of being watched while having sex with you arouses me, it's not at the top of my list in regards to my exhibitionist side."

Jane furrows her eyebrows. "So what is?"

Maura smirks, leaning in and placing her lips next to Jane's ear. She builds the suspense for a moment by just breathing heavily in her ear; something she already knows drives Jane crazy. Then she whispers in a sultry voice, "I would really like it if you watched me masturbate." An involuntary whimper falls from Jane's lips almost instantly from the thought and Maura smiles, knowing that at least something she wants to do is well received. "Would you like that?" she breathes in her ear teasingly.

Jane's brain doesn't seem to be up to par in the functioning department at the moment, because she doesn't answer. Her breathing picks up though and Maura chuckles in her ear. "Hm? Would you like it if I got up on that rock over there…" she motions over to the flat rock that's nearby, partially consumed by the lake water, "and let you watch while I bring myself to orgasm?" Another whimper escapes Jane's lips and Maura traces her ear with her tongue before finishing in a low, sexy voice, "I always scream your name when I cum, you know. Even if you're not there…"

"Oh God," Jane breathes, her grip on Maura's hip tightening. Maura silently congratulates herself for rendering Jane into a pile of incompetent mush in mere seconds… again. She's getting good at this. "Uh… y-yeah," Jane stutters a little. She coughs, trying to clear her throat. "Yeah, that's… that's… good. That'd be good, yeah." Maura giggles from her reaction. It's almost… virginal.

"Has no one ever done that for you before?" she asks.

"No…"

"Mmm…" Maura purrs, kissing her neck softly before whispering. "If you enjoy it, I'll do it whenever you want." She nips at the base of Jane's neck before accenting, "When. Ever… you ask." She smirks and moves her head so she can look her in the eyes, her own twinkling with a tease. "But you have to ask."

"Pretty sure I'd enjoy it," Jane says, voice a little strained. She's staring at the rock like it's possibly a gift from heaven and Maura tries to suppress her giggles.

"So ask," she prods. Jane looks at her and Maura blinks at her innocently. She's going to get Jane to initiate something, even if it kills her. "C'mon Jane, I know you want me to…" she runs her hands up her torso and cups her breasts roughly, looking her in the eyes with determination. Jane groans, taking a shallow breath.

Maura never thought she'd be the aggressor in their sex life, but someone's gotta be or they'd never get laid unless Jane was drunk. But this is what this was about; encouraging Jane to initiate things. She brushes her thumbs over her nipples, feeling them harden almost instantly beneath her touch. "Ask," she prods in a seductive whisper.

"Maura…" Jane starts, suppressing another groan as Maura continues to play with her nipples. "Fuck yourself for me. Please…" she's breathless and far past the point of turned on that Maura isn't sure how long she'll actually be able to last before she stops watching and pounces, but Maura isn't complaining.

"Yes, Ma'am," she responds in a flirty tone before she takes Jane's hand in hers and leads her over to the rock. She stops her at the edge. "Stay here," she tells her. "Just watch." Jane nods mutely as Maura climbs out of the water and onto the rock. When she turns to face her she immediately spreads her legs, making sure Jane has a good view. She can tell by Jane's knuckles turning white as she grips the edge of the rock that it's perfect.

Then Jane's phone rings.

"FUCK!" Jane yells; frustrated as she looks over on the beach to her pile of clothes that are ringing. Maura frowns, not happy either with the interruption.

"Just ignore it."

"It could be work," Jane says, annoyed with it being the worst timing in the world. She points at Maura and waves her finger around erratically. "This? After. Definitely. Just… hold on." She looks at Maura regretfully before she swims over to shore.

Maura sighs, disappointed. She slides off the rock and swims over to Jane.

Jane fumbles with her clothes, trying to get to her phone. When she does, she picks it up and answers, out of breath, "Rizzoli." Then her face turns to one of annoyance as she retorts, "Yeah, Ma. Of course I'm alive. I'm on vacation." Maura climbs out of the water and Jane holds her finger up to her before sighing, "No, I'm not with a man. I'm with Maura." A pause. "Because we just wanted to get away, why does it matter?" Another pause. "No, nothing happened—no, Ma, seriously, I'm fine." She rolls her eyes, walking over to the grass and flopping down in it.

Maura sighs. This is such a mood killer. No one ever wants to have sex after talking to their mother.

Maura runs her fingers through her hair, getting it out of her face as she sits down next to Jane, watching her girlfriend make exasperated faces at her mother's nagging. "I wasn't—no, I'm not trying to avoid you. If I was I wouldn't have picked up the phone. I just forgot." She rubs her forehead in frustration. "Frankie's watching him—well I don't know why he didn't tell you, ask him!" She starts picking at the grass, pulling it up by the roots. "Yeah, okay, Wednesday—yeah I'll be sure to ask her, alright?" Jane twirls her finger, hoping to wrap this up. "Uh huh. Okay, yeah. I'll talk to you soon, Ma. Bye." She hangs up the phone, lets out the most exasperated sigh ever, and then tosses it across the grass.

Maura looks at her sympathetically. "Everything okay?"

Jane covers her face with her hands and groans. "Yeah. I just…" she sighs and takes her hands away from her face to look at Maura. "I love my Ma, y'know? But sometimes she can be a little bit…" she starts shaking her hands, indicating strangling. Maura giggles.

"She's just trying to look out for you," she tells her.

"Yeah, well, she could do it a little less and it'd still be enough," Jane says. She holds up her hand, shielding her face from the sun. "Sorry," she apologizes to Maura, sounding regretful.

"For what?"

"For screwin' up our sex. I shoulda just left it alone like you said."

Maura lies down next to Jane on the grass, taking her hand. "It's okay. It's not like we won't have plenty of time later." She smiles at her, then remembers something from Jane and her mother's conversation. "Oh! Were you supposed to ask me something?"

"What?" Jane asks, confused. She then remembers and shakes it off, "Oh, no. Not you. Another friend of mine." Maura looks at her confused. Last time she checked, she was Jane's only female friend, and the pronoun 'she' was definitely used in that conversation. But Jane doesn't give her a chance to question her because she sits up, nodding to her before she stands. "C'mon. I wanna cook you something for lunch."

Maura looks at her disbelievingly as Jane helps her to her feet. "You want to do what?" she asks, wondering if she heard her right.

"Cook," Jane answers as she grabs both of their clothes off the beach. "For you."

Maura cringes, but when Jane turns around she gives her a smile. "Are… are you sure? I could do it, if you'd like." Jane was in no way the world's best cook.

"Nah, you always cook. It's my turn. I can barely make shit, but I can make one hell of a mean Mac & Cheese. Ya ever had it with tuna in it?" Jane asks. Maura quirks an eyebrow.

"No. That sounds… interesting."

She's somehow got to find a way to let Jane let her cook. Dear lord.

But Jane's smiling at her, apparently really stoked to have the opportunity to dote on Maura for once, so she doesn't have the heart to tell her no. Jane grins and grabs her hand, walking with her up the path to the house. "You're gonna love it," she tells her.

Well, if Maura eats that then one thing is for sure: she definitely loves Jane enough to.

TBC…