Best friends weren't supposed to wrestle. They also weren't supposed to end up half naked on the stained carpet of Jane's bedroom.

They weren't supposed to fight over the remote either, but that's exactly what Jane and Maura were doing. Jane had always wondered if the blonde was ticklish, and she'd definitely found her answer.

It wasn't that Maura hadn't disliked the Sox game that Jane had chosen to watch- it was just the fact that it had been DVR'd since September and she'd watched it every Sunday since. Maura had gotten to the point where she could recite the drab commentary from memory. There just so happened to be a mini-series on about a chemical catastrophe that had piqued the doctor's interest, and she was passively trying to get Jane to watch it.

Jane, however, was not keen on watching the science version of Jaws in her dimly lit apartment. She would have nightmares (not that anyone knew of those though) and she did not want to spend a week trudging up the hill to the 24 hour diner with coffee that smelled disgustingly similar to Rondo.

The fact that Jane was indeed a Rizzoli had slipped Maura's mind, so when Maura had casually placed a delicate hand on the plastic remote, she had no idea what was in store for her.

"No!" Jane yelled slapping Maura's hand like one would a small child. She immediately blushed, embarrassed for her childish reaction. All of the reflexes from fighting over the toy in the cereal or who got to have lick of the mixing spoon came in full force. Jane assumed that Maura had never quarrelled with anyone growing up, so she was lacking in the self defense skills you only learn by having siblings. As a Rizzoli, Jane's skills were so fine tuned, that Frankie and Tommy had stopped fighting back before they even hit middle school. Therefore, Jane was accustomed to losing.

Well, neither was Maura.

Maura, had retaliated by doing what she had learned early on in life would disarm even the toughest of foes: she cried.

She wasn't upset, or even hurt, she just knew that tears from her would be Jane's demise. Jane was the type of person who worked themselves to the bone to try and please the people who were close to her. Maura was fighting dirty by playing the emotional side of the field, but Jane needed to know that she was a worthwhile opponent.

Jane ceased all function as the tears dripped from Maura's hazel eyes. Blood rushed to Jane's ears as she took Maura's hands into her own. Jane placed a small kiss on the knuckles that were still red from her previous assault.

"I'm sorry Maur, I didn't realize that I was so vicious- I'll be nice now." Jane rose from the couch to get Maura a towel of ice from her tiny freezer. She grabbed a towel from the oven and cracked her ice tray over the fabric. She cursed as a stray cube fell on the floor and shattered. Oh well, Jo would take care of it. She wrapped the bundle with care and sauntered back into the living room. She handed the chill parcel to Maura, who set it gently on her hand.

"Thank you Jane, I'm sorry if I'm not familiar with the rules of this type of assault." Maura said sweetly. She also stood from the couch and walked back towards the kitchen. Jane smiled and laid back, assuming that Maura went to pour herself another glass of wine. Suddenly, an onslaught of liquid chill ran down the valley between her breasts. She shrieked and sat up on the couch. Jane whipped her head to the side to just catch Maura's perky behind disappearing behind Jane's bedroom door.

Jane stood quickly and regretted that decision immediately- the ice cubes that had invaded her clothes slithered down her shirt and promptly settled in the front of her jeans. A suspicious stain was permeating through the light denim and Jane simply lost control.

Stripping off her newly watered jeans, Jane stomped to her bedroom in panties and a tank top. She swung open the door to see Maura's socked feet sticking out from under her bed.

"Wow, Maura, you sure know how to hide" Jane lamented, pissed off that Maura had ruined their fun. She bent down to grab the socks and realized that Maura's feet were...hard and cold? She stripped the socks off to find Maura's shoes hiding underneath- she'd been duped twice in a row.

"Ahhh!" Maura ran from Jane's bathroom with a towel tied around her neck. She dove at Jane and tackled her onto the bed. Jane- a season expert in the art of rallying- quickly flipped them on the bed. She straddled Maura's hips and untied the towel, flinging it to the floor. She decided to go in for the kill, and lifted the blonde's t-shirt up to reveal a toned stomach that was rising and falling with the quick breaths of the woman. Her cold hands assaulted Maura's ribs as she let loose the worst tickle attack that she could.

Tears were streaming down Maura's face and she giggled so much she was nearly out of air. Using her yoga-toned core muscles, Maura lifted herself up to Jane's level and played the dirtiest trick of them all: she kissed her.

Hard.

Jane's mind went blank and she slid back down Maura's legs and off the bed; her lips never leaving the blonde's. Maura once again proved that her yoga was worth it as she wrapped her legs around Jane's torso and raised herself up so she was looking down into Jane's eyes. The detective's hands came up to support the figure that was latched on to her and she spun them around slowly, kissing the whole way.

When they broke apart, Maura bit her lip and contemplated her next move. She decided that her grand finale needed to be executed perfectly. She jumped down from Jane and used one finger to beckon Jane back towards the bed. Maura slipped onto the bed and stood on her knees. With a wink and a nod, she removed her shirt and waited for Jane's reaction. She had no idea where the prudish detective's sexual boundaries were, but Maura was an attractive woman. She assumed that Jane was just having fun like her. They didn't have to be a couple, or anything serious. Maura had enjoyed the company of many women in her past, and she still kept healthy friendships with all of them.

Jane's expression paled at the sight of Maura's bare skin covered in only lace. She could see the top of a lacy pair of panties sticking out of the tops of Maura's yoga pants. Jane licked her lips and followed the silent pull of the blonde onto her bed. She positioned herself over Maura and left a trail of wet hot kisses down her chest, and into the swell of her cleavage.

"I win." Maura whispered, which came out more like a strangled moan. Jane just laughed in her slow, sexy voice and shook her head.

"Actually, Doc, I think I won" Jane winked and she disappeared from Maura's line of sight.

"I disagree Jane, I've obviously won. You're obviously overpowered by my feminine wiles" Maura purred jokingly as her back arched. Her joking tone turned into more of a moan as she realized that Jane was much more familiar with female anatomy than she had originally anticipated.

Jane's sighed at Maura's stubborn streak and wordiness. She raised herself back up to face the blonde. She placed a tangy kiss on Maura's lips and whispered:

"Actually Maura, I think I've won. I'm a bisexual"

"Well, then" Maura inhaled deeply as Jane continued where she'd left off. "I think it's safe to say that we both win"