Chapter Eleven

The rooftop bar Maura was currently sitting at was still bathed in sunshine at 5:30 in the afternoon. It was going to be a balmy night. She had in mind hot and steamy, but that wouldn't be weather-related. Jane was joining her.

The case they had been working on was still in full swing. Three more young women had turned up battered to death on the streets of Boston, and it was looking more than likely that one person was responsible; a serial killer. But for now, some R&R time was in order.

While she waited for Jane, she perused the cocktail menu and considered ordering one. She wasn't driving, and she wasn't on call either. A Long Island iced tea looked suitable, but that was something she had had many times. She wanted to try something new. She giggled at Sex on the Beach and then her mind wandered to a different tangent: sex with Jane on a beach. In the end she went for an Aviation. Gin based, but it had crème de Violette that turned it a little purple. She was sold by the maraschino cherry at the bottom.

"Starting without me," the voice whispered hoarsely into her ear, sending a shot of arousal straight to her core. She leant back into the warmth of the body she knew was still standing there.

"God, the things you do to me," she whispered back.

"Uh huh, tell me about them?" Jane squeezed her shoulders before sliding into the seat next to her. She signalled the barman and ordered another two of the purple drinks. "Is it nice?"

"Very." Maura giggled as she sipped the last remnants of the first. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Do I need to?" Jane raised a brow and leant in, her lips ghosting Maura's cheek as her voice spoke quietly by her ear once more. "The last thing I want tonight is for you to fall asleep before I am done with you."

The barman returned with two glasses and set them down beside them. He coughed gently to gain attention. Jane sat back confidently in her chair, pulled a twenty from her pocket, and passed it across to him. He looked between the two of them and grinned. "Enjoy, Ladies."

They retreated to a quiet table nestled into the corner. For Maura, these moments meeting Jane and sneaking about were a little exciting. She would spend hours researching places they could visit or meet each other, but she longed for the time when they would be able to just…be.

"This is nice," Jane said. She reached for Maura's hand, threaded their fingers together and smiled.

"Yes. The view here is spectacular." Maura grinned as she kept her eyes firmly on Jane.

Jane blushed. "So, the things I do to you? Gonna share?"

Maura took a sip of her drink as she considered the question. "No, I don't think I am."

"Huh, okay." Jane smirked and sipped her drink some more.

"I think you can work it out." She took another sip and stared at Jane. The way they looked at each other lately, she had compared to sex: both of them undressing and fantasising as they stared at one another. It was exciting and erotic, considerably arousing too. They were doing it now.

"Okay, I've worked it out," Jane said in a hurry. "Let's go." She grabbed for Maura's hand and was just standing to pull her up when she heard a familiar laugh. She came to a halt so fast that as Maura rose she fell against her chest. "Did you hear that?"

"What?" Maura looked around but Jane grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back into the seat. "Jane?"

"Shh."

"Did you just shush me?" Maura said more loudly. If there was one thing she disliked, it was being shushed.

Jane turned quickly to face her. "Maura, please keep it down, I'm trying to listen."

They both sat quietly with ears at the ready. And then she heard it: the faint sound of someone else speaking, silence while somebody else replied, and then laughter. Familiar laughter.

Deftly, Jane poked her head out and around the corner to look. There, sitting not more than ten feet away, was Angela Rizzoli. Jane jumped back into her chair. "Shit, my mother is here."

"What?" Maura bent forwards to see for herself. "She can't be, I researched this."

"Well, I hate to break it to ya, Maura, but peer-reviewed bar drinking research probably ain't a thing!" Jane said, her tone of voice a little irritated. "Look, she's right there." She pointed to the table and finally noticed something else. "And she's with a man!" Jane's mouth opened into a shocked O. "Who the hell is that?"

"I imagine he is her date, though as you know, I do not like to assume. However, with the evidence…"

"Maura! My mother does not date."

"Well, clearly…" Maura nudged her head sideways towards them, "she does."

Jane glared. "It's not funny, Maura."

"Oh, I thought it kinda was." Maura giggled. Jane moved in, her mouth so close that when she spoke, her lips brushed the shell of Maura's ear.

"All the while she sits there, we're not fucking."

"Oh."

"Oh, indeed." Jane replied, her lips a thin line of frustration.

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