"It's not really that different, is it?" Jane asked. "If we'd gone on holiday before we would have got two rooms and ended up living out of one, like we did in LA."

"That was because the hotel BPD wanted you to stay in was atrocious," Maura said, feet tucked up beside her on the couch, leaning into Jane as she ate the last of the cheesecake. Jane fed Maura the last mouthful, then put the plate down on the coffee table, kicked up her feet beside it and stretched her arm around Maura.

"Would we have been cuddling before?" Jane asked, fingertips tracing over Maura's bare bicep before pulling Maura righted against her, Maura letting her head rest on Jane's shoulder.

"Probably not," Maura admitted. "Although we were trying to find a murderer."

"Hmm," Jane said, not convinced, letting her hand wander down to the bottom of Maura's FBI shirt she planned on sleeping in, slipping her fingers beneath the hem, stroking the soft skin of Maura's stomach. "Would you have let me do this?" Jane asked, and Maura pulled back far enough to look Jane in the eye.

"Yes." Maura said firmly. Jane swallowed, not expecting Maura to have called her bluff. Jane slid her hand higher.

"And this?" Jane asked, her fingers creeping over Maura's ribs. Maura nodded. "If I'd never said anything, you'd have still let me..."

"I may have questioned you, but I wouldn't have stopped you. I couldn't have." Maura broke her intense eye contact go look down at Jane's mouth, kissing her hard, pushing her down on the couch, clambering on top of her, all knees and elbows, but Jane didn't mind, Jane never minded when Maura took charge, when Maura set this frantic pace. Maura tore off Jane's shirt, struggling with Jane's pants, tugging them off triumphantly.

"Go shower," Maura said suddenly, the change of pace so sudden Jane almost had whiplash.

"Huh?" Jane asked, and she was rewarded by Maura rocking her hips into her, leaning down for a surprisingly tender kiss.

"You heard me," Maura said, reluctantly dismounting Jane, still in her sweatpants and shirt. Jane went off, confused, to shower.

Jane came out of the bathroom to Maura in her FBI shirt and a pair of black pants - Jane's recently discarded pants, by the way they dragged over Maura's bare feet. Her hair was in a strict ponytail, underneath an FBI baseball cap, the FBI pass hanging from the lanyard. Maura looked like a cop - like a hot cop. Jane had wondered sometimes what Maura would look like in Jane's dress uniform, but this was hotter, even if it wasn't regulation, even if Maura wasn't carrying.

"I heard you were doing credit card fraud," Maura said gruffly, and Jane stifled a laugh. Jane raised her hands.

"You got me," Jane said. "I did all the credit card fraud, it was super naughty."

"Are you to going to confess?" Maura asked, pushing Jane against a wall. "Or am I going to have to frisk you?" "I'll never confess to all that naughty, naughty credit card fraud that I totally did," Jane said, resting a forearm against her forehead.

"I guess we have to do this the hard way," Maura sighed, running her hands over Jane's towel.

"Ok, but you can't frisk someone like that, I could easily get the drop on you by..." Jane raised her forearm against Maura's chest. "Sorry, you were trying to... Um, I mean," Jane's voice went back to seductive. "I hope there's no punishment for any of my naughty crimes."

"It's not like I ever get to see you arrest people," Maura pouted. "Is this too much like work? I just had an idea..."

"You got to watch me arrest that guy you stabbed, the werewolf case, didn't you? Anyway, it's not realistic enough to be like work. C'mon, you were about to tell me my punishment."

"You're going to jail," Maura said.

"Oh." Jane looked confused. She'd done a bit of roleplay, back when she was in uniform, but never as a perp, and never by someone so bad at being able to lie that their creativity was stifled like this.

"I'm ruining it, aren't I?" Maura asked. "What should I have said?"

"Usually it's a spanking," Jane said. "And while you're not pulling off the badass cop vibe perfectly, you do look adorable in my pants and the rest of that outfit. Like a nerd at comiccon."

"I'd always kind of pictured you being the cop, but you are the cop."

"Tell you what, let me work off all that credit card fraud, and next time we do sexy doctor. I'll be the doctor." Jane nearly laughed at the look on Maura's face. "I'll do a thorough examination of your epidermis," Jane offered, and Maura's eyes narrowed.

"Are our jobs really that sexualised?" Maura asked.

"Babe, you got me in a towel but I'm not exactly dry over here," Jane murmured. "Don't start a game if you don't intend to keep playing."

"Oh! Uh, drop and give me twenty."

"That's the military, Maura!"

"Like they never made you do pushups at the academy," Maura scoffed.

"Yeah, but we don't make perps do it. Can I... try something?" Maura nodded, and Jane grabbed Maura and pushed her against the wall, swapping their places.

"I've been undercover, and I've seen you taking those bribes from that credit card fraud ring. You're under arrest."

"On what charges?" Maura asked, and Jane let out a high whine of frustration before smirking, leaning in to kiss Maura long and slow, pulling off the baseball cap and cupping Maura's face.

"Stealing my heart, you felon," Jane said gently, pulling away a little. Maura's eyes were impossibly wide, and Maura started backing Jane up to the bed. She sat Jane on the edge of the bed and climbed onto her lap.

"You stole mine first," she whispered, kissing Jane again.

"Nuh-uh," Jane said, teasingly.

"You did," Maura said breathlessly. "I barely even noticed."

"Does that make me the felon now?" Jane asked, pulling Maura's shirt off. "Is this a federal crime?"

"It's criminal how much I love you when you're being so sarcastic," Maura said, and Jane flipped Maura onto the bed and pinned her.

"Aha! A confession!" Jane grinned, and Maura rolled her eyes.

"You haven't done much roleplay, huh?" Jane asked, letting the smooth pads of her fingers skim along Maura's back and shoulders.

"No, I just had a silly idea and..."

"It was a good idea," Jane said. "Just poorly researched, and that shows me how much you wanted to do it, because if there's one thing you love it's research." Maura blushed. "Do you want to... give it a proper go sometime? With roles that have nothing to do with our jobs?"

"Cowboy," Maura blurted, and Jane nodded.

"I believe I can make that work, ma'am," Jane drawled.

Notes:

I just consumed all of Ginger Snaps and how is nothing else comparable after all this time?

So werewolves.