At the dinner table, Jane was unusually quiet, her mind pondering over thousands of different scenarios that could unfold.

24 hours from now I'll be there. In her house. Just 24 hours…

What will she wear?

"Oh God… What should I wear?

"Will she be wearing that lingerie when she opens the door?

"Oh God… I don't have anything that nice! Or even remotely sexy… Does she expect me to…?

"Janie honey, what's wrong? You've barely touched your lasagne."

The voice of her mother suddenly permeated her thoughts. Thoughts that should never be associated with the matriarch, the surprise shook Jane back into reality.
"Sorry Ma, just thinking about the game next week. Coach gave us some new plays to try out."

"Oh yeah Janie? Like what? I thought that coach of yours had got a good strategy down?" Frank Snr asked through a mouthful of garlic bread.

Shit. I didn't think this through.

Jane looked desperately at Frankie to save her, confused as to what her sister had to hide, her brother took control of the conversation, steering their Pop's gaze away from his only daughter. Mouthing a quick 'thank you' she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, as she turned back to her plate and took another bite of her dinner, she opened the message on her phone. A loud moan suddenly escaped her mouth. Every head at the table turned to look at the outburst.

"Oh shit that was out loud wasn't it? Jane panicked and had to juggle chewing, swallowing and not choking before finally saying "this is so good Ma".

Still sceptical at their daughter's outburst, everyone returned to their meal and started their conversations back up about their respective days. Jane didn't notice, but Frankie was eyeing her with suspicion, he knew his sister was hiding something ever since the start of term. He just wished she would trust him enough to tell him. She re-read the message again, not believing her eyes.

"I couldn't help it. I really wanted to show you something…

Attached was a picture of Maura standing in front of a full-length mirror. The lacy, emerald green underwear from earlier seemed to be moulded onto every inch of her skin. The balconette bra mercilessly pushing the honey blonde's breasts further together than Jane ever thought possible. She wanted oh so badly to get lost in that sexy abyss. The material of the high-legged thong looked painted, sculpted on her body, encompassing every curve Maura possessed. Jane noticed the blonde was barefoot on what looked like a luxurious white carpet, an opaque black lace robe delicately caressing her ivory, freckle-kissed shoulders.

Another moan wanted to escape, but Jane managed to disguise it as a cough as she squeezed her thighs tighter together. Thanking whoever was watching over her that she wasn't wearing anything light coloured, in anticipation of when gravity would take its toll.

Please God let dinner be over soon and I hide in my bedroom.

"Ang you bringing the cannoli to the sofa? The game's about to start!" Her Pop barked towards his wife, who was already cleaning up in the kitchen.

"Only if you bring those dishes in Frank!" she replied in her signature raspy tone, knowing once her husband sat down he wouldn't move for the rest of the night. Frank knowing he'd been caught, shuffled into the kitchen still grumbling.

Meanwhile, Tommy and Frankie had begun tackling each other on the way to the sofa. Their squabbling over high scores broke Jane out of her thoughts, just as they crashed into her, knocking her chair onto the floor.

"ARGH!"

The Rizzoli brothers froze. They knew the wrath of their sister was nothing to stick around for; they both attempted to escape to the neutral zone of the sofas as fast as they could.

"THAT'S IT." Jane shouted as she ran after them, catching them instantly with a brother under each arm, secure in a headlock. In their haste to break free, Frankie lashed out hitting his younger brother. In return, Tommy's elbow cut through the air, however, missed its mark and instead connected with Jane's nose. She soon felt a different type of warm sensation, this one just happened to be flowing down her face.

"SHIT TOMMY".

"JANE RIZZOLI. LANGUAGE! What have I told you about rough-housing with your brothers?" echoed through the house as Angela came sprinting towards her daughter.

"They barrelled into me! How's that my fault?" Jane huffed.

"Boys, apologise to your sister! Now, come here honey." Jane followed Angela into the kitchen where her mother was already preparing an ice pack for the swelling that was starting to take place around her nose.

"You really need to be more careful Janie, you're weeks away from being 18 you know, you'll never attract a boy looking like one of them!" Angela was smiling, and Jane knew she said it in jest, but she couldn't help feeling guilty about not being attracted to boys like the good, straight, catholic daughter she had been brought up to be. As Jane stood there waiting for the blood to stop, she remembered the night, almost a year ago to the day, she had confided in Angela about being attracted to girls. It was around the time her feelings for Riley began and she couldn't hide it any longer. Angela had reacted quite well, considering their strong religious background, but she told Jane not to mention it around her father or her brothers. In fact, they never spoke of it again. Angela didn't ask, and Jane didn't tell. Angela truly believed they weren't ready to hear that just yet.

"Well if they're that shallow, I don't want them anyway Ma." Jane's use of gender neutral pronouns didn't escape Angela's notice and her smile faltered slightly. She pulled Jane close and whispered,

"As long as they love you honey, I don't care who they are."

Surprised at the tears that threatened to roll down her cheeks and ruin her street cred. All Jane could think was...

You might if she's my science teacher…

Taking the stairs two at a time all she could think about was that photo.

"Should I send one back? But of what? She hadn't exactly been as blessed as Maura when it came to her chest, but she knew one thing that girls had commented on in the past that the honey blonde might like.

She opened the camera on her phone as she stood in front of her own, slightly more grubby, full length mirror. She pulled her baggy jeans slightly further down to show the black and white stripe of her Calvin Klein boxers, pulling her t-shirt up far enough with her right hand so the matching band on her bra was displayed. That was a happy accident Jane thought, what she really wanted to show Maura were her abs. Over the years, Jane had seen both girls and guys staring when she wore a sports bra, whether during a workout or on the beach. Taking the photo with her left hand, Jane wanted as little of her face in shot as possible, her curly, black hair falling down in front of her face anyway, Jane admired the picture, typed a short message and clicked send.

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The next morning Maura woke up earlier than her alarm in anticipation of tonight. She rolled over slowly and reached out to her nightstand to check her phone. 5.45am and two new messages. One was from Riley, who through persistence had finally received a text from Maura and had been trying to arrange the dinner date with her ever since. Knowing it was too early to reply, Maura figured she would just reply in person later. The second message was from someone always seemed to make her heart pound faster. The small icon on the screen showed Jane had sent a picture message… Maura's lips made a small o shape as she let out a small moan. The photo was so Jane. Her t-shirt pulled up to show rock hard abs, the matching bands of her underwear framed by her boyfriend style jeans. Maura had never seen such well defined abdominal muscles on a woman, never mind one who was nearly 18. She stared at the photo for what seemed like hours before she noticed the message Jane had attached to it.

'No green lace, but I wanted to show you a bit more of me.'

Deciding a cold shower would be the best option, Maura stripped off her lacy nightdress, and immersed herself in the cold spray of the shower. Thoughts of the young Italian refusing to leave.

Jane.

Oh, how have I got myself into this?

The nerves about her budding relationship with Jane was nothing compared to the fire building in her lower abdomen. She couldn't stop this now, not even if she tried. Her right hand snaked down her body, knowing she had to stop this fire before it got out of control.

Across town meanwhile, Jane woke up the earliest she could remember (apart from Christmas Eve). She needed more time to plan what she would wear tonight.
She vaguely remembered going through a stage of buying girly underwear when she briefly dated Casey. She felt disgusted at the memory of laying on his bed with him.
She cringed when he touched her, but at that point she just thought it was normal. His rough hand made its way clumsily to her waist, trying to push his luck, his fingers brushed her underwear band. He took a deep sigh and sat up, his head falling into his hands.

"'I want to feel like I'm dating a girl, why can't you wear a thong for a change? Feels like you're wearing my boxers.'

Jane caught herself that weekend picking out a royal blue thong and matching bra. She admitted it made her slight breasts look great… but she never wore it for Casey. In fact, they didn't go out again after that. No one made Jane Rizzoli feel like she wasn't good enough.
Jane couldn't help spending every second scrutinising her appearance in the mirror wanting to look her best. But should she wear it now? Or take it to school with her so she could change later?

How do girls do this all the time?

Today is going to be torture.

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The usually confident honey blonde couldn't stop straightening out imaginary wrinkles from her perfectly ironed navy-blue skirt. She figured that if she marked all of her books in her free lessons, she could leave right on time to make it back to shower before Jane arrived. To distract herself, Maura decided to finally hang some of the newly arrived science posters in her classroom when she heard a soft knock at the door. Her heart skipped a beat expecting to see a certain young Italian standing in her doorway, however she was disappointed to see the shorter, broader, albeit still exquisitely beautiful Riley Cooper hesitantly peering around the door.

"Good morning Doctor Isles," she said with a smile, edging her way further into the classroom, "anything I can help with?".

"Oh, hello Coach Cooper… no thank you, I've only got two more to pin up. While you're here I wanted to apologise for not replying to your message, I fell asleep earlier than anticipated." Maura replied kindly, she didn't know why but she felt she had to explain herself.

"That's okay, it's not as if we don't work together and can't pick up the conversation in person." She raised her eyebrow suggestively before continuing, "Are you sure about the posters? I've put up my fair share of them in the sports hall." Riley moved closer to Maura with an expectant look on her face, "I've got a way with drawing pins."

"Maura cringed slightly and let out a small laugh at Riley's attempt at flirting over stationery and didn't fail to notice how the other woman's eyes were fixated on Maura's perfectly shaped ass. 'No subtlety', Maura thought to herself.

"No, honestly I'm fine thank you Riley." Maura tried again, this time a bit firmer. She couldn't help but notice Riley's physique under her black fitted vest top and could only compare her to a certain Italian. Her shoulders were broader but well defined, and the outline of Riley's abs were evident under the clingy, sports material. Her black yoga pants clung to show her ass, evidence of time well spent in the gym, stopping just short to show her toned calves. Her caramel skin was smooth and unmarked, and her chocolate eyes, Maura had to admit, were beautiful. In a different stage of her life Maura would have flirted and maybe even took someone like Riley home, but now, a young Italian was all the honey blonde could think about.

"Here." Before Maura knew what was happening, the young sports coach had jumped up on the side to help the doctor, their bodies coming closer together. Riley definitely had a motive to get close to the doctor and Maura was no fool, but decided it was best to play along. Anything to throw the scent away from her and Jane.

"I wanted to ask-" Riley began, but was interrupted by the sound of students starting to file into their form room. Realising her mission to talk to the doctor alone had come grinding to a halt, Riley moved off the desk and started to make her way back out into the corridor, but not before turning to ask,

"Join me for lunch instead Doctor Isles?".

"Why have you done this now? Maura thought to herself amidst wolf whistles erupting from the few students around them. Maura's face turned scarlet, not wanting to give the wrong impression about her and Riley's relationship so openly in front of her class. Giving a friendly smile, the only thing the blonde could think to say was, "I'll see you around Coach Cooper."

Groans of embarrassment could be heard as Riley dropped her head and hurried out of the room and straight towards the gym; Riley knew full well her rejection would not be forgotten lightly by the boys on the football team.

"Not fancy her miss?" One of the boys, Joey Grant, piped up as soon as Riley was gone.

"Mr. Grant I don't think it's your place to have that discussion with me, do you?".

"No. erm, sorry Doctor Isles." He mumbled, looking anywhere else but at the stern eyes of the young doctor. He quickly got out his phone and typed a message to Frost, "Dude, you'll never believe what just happened in form."

Slamming the car door shut, Jane looked over to see what Frost was laughing at, his message screen open on his phone.

"Jane, Cooper got her ass rejected by Doctor Isles in front of EVERYONE this morning."

At the mention of the doctor's name Jane's mouth suddenly went dry and her palms grew sweaty.

"wh-what? She just straight up asked her out? IN CLASS?" Jane couldn't believe it. After her argument with Riley earlier she thought she would stop this act. "Maybe it's not an act, Jane thought. "What if she really likes her?

"Yeah, apparently, she was already in there with Doctor Isles talking, closely apparently, and then Grant heard her ask the doc to lunch as she was leaving. She shut coach down with a 'I'll see you around Coach Cooper' That's fantastic. Bet she's regretting that now." Frost continued laughing and started scrolling through his Instagram feed, Jane spotted a familiar picture, one he'd posted of Jane celebrating after scoring her touchdown, it already had over 200 likes.

"Jeez Frost you even know 247 people?" Jane commented, nudging him in the ribs.

"I will have you know…. No, I do not. But! I hashtagged #Rizzoli and #Touchdown so clearly you're the one who has some fans Jane."

"Yeah yeah, maybe it's time I actually listened to my Ma and switched on my privacy settings if I've got so many fans." She replied in her native sarcastic tongue.

As the two friends approached their form room, Doctor Isles was standing in the doorway looking devastatingly gorgeous. Her navy pencil skirt was piped with a singular white line that curved down the left side of her body. The fitted white shirt she was wearing was half tucked in, the top two buttons were flatteringly undone, and Jane noticed quickly it also had a navy pocket over her right breast, hugging it tightly. Her honey blonde curls pinned back into a low ponytail which draped over her left shoulder. As the Italian and her teacher locked eyes she couldn't deny the sexual tension that immediately filled the air. Jane was about to open her mouth to join Frost in saying 'good morning' but stopped when she heard her name being called.

"Jane!" Turning around she saw Frankie jogging towards her with a note. "It's from Cooper. She wants you to go to the gym immediately."

Frost saw the smiles drop from both Doctor Isles and Jane's faces at the thought of not having their usual morning chat.

"Did Coach Cooper mention why she is taking my student before I have the chance to register her, Frankie?" Maura asked, trying to hide her annoyance.

"No, sorry Doctor Isles, she just insisted on it."

"Very well. Miss Rizzoli you may go." Clearly upset by Riley's interfering, Maura turned away without another look at Jane. "Barry if you'd like to take your seat before the bell goes." The clicking of Maura's heels on the floor faded as she walked further away, stopping to sit at her desk for the register. Jane's heart yearning to stay with the honey blonde, but with a deep sigh, Jane turned and headed towards the gym.

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The corridors were deserted as Jane neared her meeting place with Riley. She couldn't stop thinking about all her friends, sitting chatting in their form rooms, a certain doctor that she wanted to be with, instead of standing here. Jane could hear something on the other side of the door. It sounded like the dull thud of a punching bag, slowly pushing open the door Jane couldn't believe her eyes.

Riley was there alone. She didn't stop her movements as Jane walked in the room, she wanted Jane to look at her and take in every inch of her body. Riley was wearing only a black low-cut sports bra, and tight black running shorts that curved over her generous ass, stopping just under where her curves met her strong thighs. Jane couldn't help but to stare. She hadn't seen this much of Riley since they used to work out together, the Italian's eyes raked over the newly toned six-pack and the way the light was hitting each muscle as her fists collided with the punchbag.

"Um… Coach?" Jane stuttered, finally taking her eyes away from her Coach's body. The hitting stopped, and Riley turned to Jane, a sexy smirk playing on her lips.

"Yes Rizzoli?"

"Um… you er, sent Frankie with a note?" Jane's eyed darted to every inch of her coach as Riley started moving towards her.

"Pass me that towel, would you?" she asked, ignoring Jane's question. She started to slowly dab at the beads of sweat that adorned her forehead and back of her neck, opening one of her eyes to look at Jane, recognising the look of lust she knew so well reflecting back in the Italian's eyes.

"Yes, I did send Frankie. I just wanted to see you… or should I say, I wanted you to see me."

"But why now? That's what I don't understand. We had our chance. You finished it. Yet you see me start to finally like someone else and you essentially give me a floor show?". Jane's confusion made Riley smile even more. Her plan was working.

"Jane, I couldn't have you. But it has never stopped me wanting you. This past year I have known you were still mine. What can I say? It hurts to see you moving on, especially when you still look at me like you want to devour me."

Jane shook her head as if to rid any impure thought about Riley from her mind, but she couldn't. Images of Riley between her thighs were flashing before her eyes, the throbbing in her lower abdomen that should only be igniting for Maura was threatening to start again.

"What are you talking about? I don-don't look at you like that. Not anymore." Jane's voice was shaking, not at all believable and Riley knew it.

"Oh please Rizzoli. I see how you look at me in training, in the corridors you make any excuse to touch me. Whether it's a high five or a touch on my arm. You enjoy being able to touch me. Even if it's not how you want to."
"No! That's not true Riley. You're the one touching me. You're the one still in love with me. Don't- just don't try and turn this around on me being the lovesick puppy. It's not going to work!" Jane could see she was playing a game, but she just couldn't understand why.
"Oh really? Well let's see how Maura reacts when she realises that you're not entirely hers. You really should learn to hide your emotions Jane. I could pretty much see you licking your lips when you walked in here. It's all I needed to see. You may go Miss Rizzoli. See you last period."

Riley walked past Jane towards the showers, knowing she'd had the desired effect on the young Italian who was still frozen to the spot until she heard Riley's sultry voice again.
"Unless you'd like to join me of course."

Long time no read! Doing a post grad course takes up a lot more time than expected but thank you to anyone still reading. I hope the length of this chapter makes up for the break! As always, positive reviews/comments are most welcome! F xx

P.S. apologies to anyone who tried to read this before the changes, the formatting went crazy!