After the close of a particularly grueling case Jane is rewarded with a weekend off. Friday night saw Jane and the Boys celebrating at the Dirty Robber over beers. Saturday she stayed in bed all day sleeping until she had to get up for Family dinner. Sunday came and well Jane realized it had been far too long since she'd been out testing the waters at a Lesbian bar.
After years of trying to have relationships with men she has finally admitted to herself that it is not the attention of a man she craves. Sure, men will catch her eye from time to time, but it is really a well dressed woman who sets her heart racing.
Dressed in her best fitting jeans, a white wife beater, her dressiest black boots and a black tuxedo style jacket she has never had the chance to wear, Jane eyeballs herself in front of the mirror. She can't decide if this is a good outfit or not. She knows fashion is her weak point. "Get it together Rizzoli, it's not like you actually have a date." She goads herself into leaving the mirror behind and heading for the door.
The bar is shockingly crowded for a Sunday night. And much to Jane's relief the under 30 crowd seems to be elsewhere.
The bartender approaches, "We're having a special on whiskey tonight."
"No thanks, can I have a pint please? Something Domestic." Jane turns her attention to her surroundings. Ever the cop, she cases the joint, taking inventory of the patrons, exits and so on. Always the multitasker, she is also seeing if anyone catches her eye.
"Nine bucks." The bartender says placing the pint down on the bar.
"Nine…" Jane digs her money out of her pocket, muttering to herself, "you have to be frickin kidding me." She puts a 10 on the bar and takes a sip. "Ugh, it's not even cold!" She says to the retreating bartender.
"You want some ice cubes honey?!"
Jane rolls her eyes and sneers at the bartenders back.
'Ok Rizzoli, you got your beer now play it cool. This is no different than having a beer at the Robber.'
A stool frees up as she makes her way down the bar closer to the dance floor. She slides in before someone else can take it. She settles in and scans the dance floor for entertainment since there isn't a TV with some sort of game being televised. As if by some divine act of Fate the crowd parts and reveals the sexiest blonde Jane has ever seen. She is out there moving to the rhythm, eyes closed, hips swaying and then it happens. Her eyes open and lock right onto Jane's. Jane's heart jumps into her stomach and a warmth washes over her.
Jane cannot decide what is sexier. Is it the woman's toned legs encased in black silk with a seam running up the back? The four inch heels? The leather skirt with the slit so far up the back…? The corset showcasing her ample breasts? The blazer is a nice touch too. She finds herself wondering if there is a garter belt underneath it all. This woman is like a modern day pin-up girl.
When she is out on the dance floor nothing else matters for Maura. She calls it her mind eraser. If only she made it out more often. She is totally in her element and lost in the music, relaxing as her body lets go of all its tension. She is lost until she feels something, a disturbance in the Force. She opens her eyes only to be met by the darkest brown orbs she has ever seen. The woman is stunning. Unruly black mane, strong jaw line, long limbs. 'Probably a model' she thinks to herself. Never one to back away from a challenge Maura begins to dance a little more seductively, never taking her eyes off of the Italian beauty.
'Holy fuck!' Jane feels a heat begin to burn at her core as this drop dead gorgeous woman dances for her. She can hardly breathe. This shit never happens to her. Ever! The blonde cracks a smile and Jane follows suit.
Maura struts across the dance floor straight to Jane.
"Hi." Jane says thankful that her voice didn't give away her nervousness.
"Hello." Maura says, her voice a little lower than usual.
Jane finishes her beer, "You are quite the dancer."
Maura feels a shiver up her spine at the sound of Jane's husky voice. "Thank you, that's very nice of you to say."
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"Yes, please. A shot of Don Julio Blanco."
"A tequila girl!" Jane smiles and reveals her dimples.
"Helps lubricate me for dancing." Maura smiles wickedly knowing damn well her word choice had the desired effect.
'Play it cool Rizzoli.' Jane wishes she had a glass of ice water right now. Cool, confident and cocky Jane Rizzoli was coming unglued by a dancing woman. Jane flags down the bartender, orders the tequila and two pints.
"I haven't seen you here before." Maura says leaning in close to Jane's ear to be heard over the loud dance music.
"I work crazy hours so it's hard to get out." Jane puts her hand on the blondes arm and speaks close to her ear.
"Sounds like you have a demanding career. I understand what that is like. I don't get out nearly as much as I want to. It is safe to say I am married to my job." Maura purposely moves in closer allowing her lips to accidently (on purpose) brush against Jane's earlobe.
Jane cannot stop the hitch in her breath. Slowly Jane stands up, the women are an inch apart at best. Maura looks up at Jane and is even more convinced that this woman is a model.
Jane places her hands on Maura's arms and leans down to be heard, "Please have a seat, your feet must be tired after dancing in those heels." Jane gives her a suave smile and moves around her so that she can sit.
Maura doesn't dare ruin the moment or the act of kindness by revealing that her feet are just fine. As she sits she catches Jane's eyes on her bosom. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'm Jane." She is almost shouting over the music which seems to have gotten much louder.
"Sorry? What?"
Jane leans down putting one hand on the backrest of the stool, "I'm Jane."
Maura takes advantage of the closeness, wrapping her fingers around Jane's lapel and pulling her in closer. "Pleased to meet you Jane, I'm Maura."
'Well since we are getting flirty' Jane gets playful. "Nice to meet you Laura."
Maura pulls her in again, "Maura, not Laura."
Jane pulls away enough to give a confused look to Maura.
Maura pulls Jane in again, this time putting one hand on the back of Jane's head and leaning in right to her ear. "It's Maura with an M, not Laura."
Maura's hot breath against Jane's ear almost causes her knees to buckle. Her nipples have hardened and she is thankful she wore a bra tonight.
Jane nods in affirmation, "Ahhhh, got it." She leans in to the blonde and tracing an M on the exposed flesh above her bosom, "Maura with an M."
Maura's eyes close at the sensation of Jane's touch and her lips brushing her lobe.
Jane straightens up and realizes their drinks are sitting on the bar. Perfect timing. Jane reaches over and picks up a pint and Maura's shot. "Can I interest you in a wager?" Jane raises one eyebrow and gives the blonde a crooked grin.
"I don't know…What kind of wager?" Maura is intrigued.
Jane hands her the shot glass, "Don't drink it yet." She grabs her other pint and holds them both up. "I bet you that I can drink these two pints before you can finish your shot."
Maura gives her a look that lets her know she thinks she is crazy. "So what do I get when I win?"
"Whatever you want, you decide." Jane smiles.
"What do you get if you win?" With curiosity piqued the blonde has to ask.
"If I win, you take me home with you." Jane throws caution to the wind.
"That sounds more like a prize for me." Her laugh is throaty. "Ok, so when I win, you come home with me and have to do whatever it is I tell you."
"Deal." Jane says putting a pint on the bar and offering her hand to Maura to shake.
Maura takes her hand and pulls her in close to speak into her ear for greater effect. "I'm very serious about winning Jane. When I get you home I am really going to need you to fuck me. I hope you are up for it."
Jane clenches her fist and feels her panties soak with her desire. "That won't be a problem Darlin'."
Maura feels like a volcano has just erupted deep inside of her.
"Ok, there are a few simple rules. You cannot touch my glass, I cannot touch your glass and our glasses must remain on the bar until I finish my first beer."
"Sounds fair enough." Maura smiles and watches as Jane takes her first sip of beer. She takes her time between sips. "Take your time Jane, I would hate for you to not have room for that second beer."
"Don't you worry these long legs are hollow." Jane shows off her dimples again. "Feel free to go off and dance if you want. "
"I think I will stick around and make sure you don't cheat."
Jane acts like she is deeply wounded. "Ouch!"
After milking her beer for ten minutes she finally gets down to her last sip. "Now once I put down this glass on the bar you can pick up your shot."
Maura looks at her with anticipation.
Jane drains the liquid with a satisfied smile. She moves closer to the bar and in one quick motion flips her pint glass upside down, putting it directly over Maura's shot glass.
Maura's mouth drops open, how could she have fallen for this! "Very clever! You got me." Maura shakes her head disappointed in herself. "Does that mean I can't have my shot now?"
Jane smiles at the blonde who is clearly beating herself up. She lifts the glass and hands her the much deserved tequila.
"Ahhh thank you." Maura takes the shot and Jane's free hand, "Come with me." She leads them off to a secluded dark corner.
Maura downs her shot and leans her back against the wall. Jane puts down her beer that she has lost all interest in.
Jane's heart is pounding so hard against her chest she is certain anyone looking at her can see it.
Maura's stomach is doing somersaults as if this were her first kiss. She extends her arms enough to slip her fingers through the front belt loops of Jane's jeans. They lock eyes as Maura draws Jane in closer and closer, closing the gap. As their hips touch it feels like a 1000 volts of electricity is being run through them. Jane cups Maura's face, slowly moving their lips closer and closer.
They both jump when they feel the long series of vibrations between their hips. Jane leans her forehead against Maura's and mutters, "You've got to be kidding me!"
"Sorry, it could be work." She slips her hand into her pocket and checks her phone. Several missed calls and 4 text messages from Frost. "Shit." She wasn't getting good reception in here and she had a homicide to get to. "I am so sorry its work, I have to go." Jane is squeezing her phone so tight her knuckles are white.
Maura tries to hide her confusion and disappointment and can't help but wonder if she did something wrong.
"A rain check? Please?!" Jane says trying not to be rude and run straight out the door. Damn, she is whipped by her job.
"Yes, I'd like that very much. Now go before you get in trouble." Maura can see how conflicted Jane is.
Jane kisses her forehead, "Thank you." And off she goes.