I don't own these characters, only borrow for fun.

Maura walks into the bullpen of Homicide bearing a large box and bag.

"Whatcha got there, Doc?" Korsak knew that when Dr. Isles brought in food, it was quality food.

"This is called a King Cake, Detective Korsak. The flavor is Chocolate Devotion."

Jane stands up to take a look in the box. "What the occasion, Maur?"

"Jane, today is Mardi Gras, also known as Shrove Tuesday or Fat Tuesday. In fact, the term Mardi Gras is French for Fat Tuesday. It refers to the practice of the last night of eating richer, fatty foods before the ritual fasting of the Lenten season."

"They really know how to celebrate it down in New Orleans." Frost is smirking. It's his secret wish to celebrate on Mardi Gras down in New Orleans.

"Well, yes, and there is a large French influence in that city. In many countries, the celebrations are called Carnival or Carnaval."

"Didn't you just say the same word?" Korsak is used to being confused by the good doctor, but this time he needed an explanation.

"In a way yes, same word, but different spelling, it depends on which country is celebrating it. The Roman Catholic Church refers to it as Shrove Tuesday or Pancake Tuesday. It is traditional to eat pancakes on this day because they contain the fat, butter and eggs that were forbidden during Lent."

"I think Ma is making pancakes down in the cafeteria."

"English pancakes are different, Jane. They are a thicker consistency and sweet. The Brits eat them with jam and not syrup. I know a little shop that makes British pancakes."

Everyone is staring at Maura. "What"

Jane just shakes her head. Why bother explaining to Maura that she just went Google-mouth on them. Jane clears her throat. "I'm impressed that you know so much about a religious holiday."

"Yes, it is. It's also a fascinating cultural celebration, Jane."

Jane nods.

Korsak is still looking at the King Cake. "Can we take a taste?"

"Oh, of course you can, Detective. Here are some plate and forks. Please, enjoy."

While the gentlemen began to take slices of the cake, Maura takes the opportunity to speak with Jane. "Jane, would you like to come over for dinner tonight?"

"Sure, of course." Would I ever say no to anything?

Maura hands Jane a card. "Here is the address. I've ordered some British pancakes that we can eat to go along with the tradition. I have to leave a little early today, so do you mind picking them up and meeting at my place?"

"Are we really going to put jam on them?"

"They will taste better that way, Jane. Syrup will make them too sweet."

Jane looks doubtful and Maura sighs. "I have syrup at the house if you feel the need to use it, Jane."

The rest of the day seems to speed by and the King Cake disappears along with the hours of the day. Jane checks to make sure she has the card in her pocket as she heads out. It doesn't take her long to pick up the order and go to Maura's. The pancakes smell delicious and Jane sneaks a piece out of the container.

Mmmm, these are pretty good. I'll try them with jam.

She walks in Maura's front door. Walks in. Not locked. Jane shakes her head.

"Maura!"

"Up here, Jane."

"You left the door unlocked. Again!"

"I was expecting you, Jane. Could you put the food in the kitchen and come up here and help me?"

Jane turns and locks the door and then proceeds to the kitchen to drop off the pancakes. She bounds up the stairs, taking two at a time.

"What do you need help w..." Jane is left speechless as her jaw hits the floor when she enters Maura's bedroom. Maura has posed herself, laying on her side, head propped up by her hand. She is dressed in nothing but Mardi Gras beads, high heels and a soft golden mask.

Jane feels her mouth open and close, but no sound is coming out. She tries again.

"Ah, you ah. You look beautiful Maura."

"Why don't you join me, Jane?"

Jane wastes no time as she begins to fling off her clothes. Again, would I say no to anything she asks?

Jane leans over to kiss Maura, but Maura stops her with a hand up. "Not so fast, Detective."

Maura sits up. "Please lie down, Jane, on your back." Jane does as she's told. She watches Maura take off a set of beads. Maura gently lifts Jane's hand and wraps the plastic beads around Jane's wrist and then around the bed post. She takes off another strand and does the same thing with Jane's other hand.

"Maura?" Jane trusts Maura implicitly, but is curious.

"The rule is simple, Jane."

"Rule?"

Maura nods. "If you break the beads around your wrist, I stop."

"Stop?"

"Yes, stop."

Jane gives a light tug and feels how delicate the string of beads are. She decides to grip the bed post. Don't break the beads.

Maura slides up Jane's body, letting her erect nipples graze Jane's stomach until their bodies are flush, mouth to mouth, breast to breast, stomach to stomach. Maura is between Jane's legs and she give her hips a slight roll into Jane's core. Jane groans and gripes the bed posts. Don't break the beads.

Maura's hazel eyes glow behind the golden mask. She licks Jane's lips. Kisses along Jane's jaw line. Nuzzles into the neck. All the while, a light body shift, nipples grazing nipples, rolling of the hip. Finally, Maura's mouth is back and kisses Jane fiercely. Jane moans into Maura's mouth. Don't break the beads.

Maura slowly makes her way down Jane's body. She pays homage to Jane's breasts, using only her mouth. She kisses, licks, sucks each nipple into erectness, then blows softly on them causing Jane to shiver at the sensation. Jane feels Maura run her nails down Jane's side. Jane shudders as the nails reach her hips. Don't break the beads.

Maura begins to shift lower, making sure her breast maintain contact with Jane's body. Jane softly moans. Maura settles between Jane's legs and looks up at Jane. Jane's eyes are almost black with desire, seeing her girlfriend in a mask, between her legs. Maura softly blows onto Jane's core and Jane throws her head back. Don't break the beads.

Jane feels Maura first, full length lick and her hands grip the bed posts tighter. "God, Maura!" Another lick, and another. Jane's hips lift off the bed as she feels Maura's mouth attach to her clit and suck. All she wants, is to reach down and hold Maura's head there. Don't break the beads.

Jane is panting. She realizes that she has given up total control to make sure she doesn't break the beads. She is at Maura's mercy. And Maura is showing no mercy.

Maura continues her oral assault on Jane. She holds Jane's hips still to make sure she doesn't lose contact. Jane feels herself getting close, she begins to pant and grunt. "Maur, please. Just. Need. Help." Maura smiles and finally uses her hands. She thrusts two fingers fully into Jane and rotates. Jane arches off the mattress, head thrown back in a load groan. Hands in a death grip on the bedposts.

Maura brings Jane down slowly gently ;lacing kisses and strokes along her body. "Beautiful, sweet, girl."

"I didn't break the beads."

Maura chuckles. "No, you did not. Would you like some pancakes?"

Jane breathes for a minute. "Yes, I need my strength for when it's your turn to not break the beads."

Maura feels a delicious shiver at Jane's words.

My apologies for any mistakes. I admit that I pushed this out to make sure it was updated USA time for Mardi Gras/Fat Tuesday/Shrove Tuesday. Thank you to Jobee for the description of British pancakes. Seriously, thank you. And thank you for all your kind words. Remember, warm fuzzies and cold showers. This is a cold shower one. And as always, my love to Belgium.