When Jane moves in, Frankie buys noise cancelling headphones for when Maura comes over. The walls are paper thin, and Maura is very vocal about her appreciation about whatever Jane is doing to her in that tiny, cramped room Jane lives in.

When Maura comes out to the kitchen, clothes disheveled, a bright blush to her cheeks, Frankie wants to smirk at her, but Jane is right behind her, equally disheveled and blushing, and he takes off his headphones.

"Uh, anytime that shoulder of yours acts up, you know I'm happy to work on it," Jane mumbles, blushing a darker red. He'd known, when Maura turned him down gently, that Jane was the only Rizzoli Maura had eyes for, but up until now they'd been a lot more subtle.

"Oh yes. My shoulder. From all the autopsies," Maura was clearly playing along, looking horrified that Frankie was home sooner than they'd expected him.

"You wore me down. Tell Ma she can move in until Jane gets her own place. You two belong together, and I'll have less foot traffic with her here." Frankie looks resigned.

"You sure, Frankie?" Jane asks, looking worried. Angela had been too present at Maura's for them to feel comfortable 'looking at Maura's shoulder' there, but Ma in this tiny space would be unbearable.

"Trust me, anything is better than..." Frankie is blushing now too.

"You know she's an ME, right? Her shoulder locks up, ever since she was chained to a radiator." Maura shudders, pressing her face to Jane's shoulder to hide from the memory.

"I can go back to the physiotherapist if it's a problem, but Angela walked in on us once and made an assumption." Maura says, looking worried.

"Wait, you're really just... rubbing her shoulder?" Frankie asks, looking confused. "All that noise!"

"No take backsies!" Jane yells, grabbing her stuff. "You can tell Ma." And they're out the door before Frankie can process that he's just given away his last ounce of privacy for next to nothing. Still, it's better than listening to Maura make those kinds of noises, even if they're not what he thought they were. At least Ma won't be bringing women over. He shudders at the very thought of it.


A few hours and a loaded trashbag later, Jane lies back on the bed, Maura dropping down with her.

"Well, that's one way to get a little privacy," Jane mumbles, reaching for the buttons of Maura's blouse.

"Suggesting the addition of massage as aftercare was one of your better ideas," Maura admits, kissing Jane. "But today can we start with it? I have a long list of things I want to do to you, and I don't want my shoulder to lock up before I have the chance to even get started."

Jane nods wordlessly, awed as always when Maura's blouse comes off. As always, she'd agree to anything the second Maura touches her, because she never can resist Maura.


"Do you think Frankie knows you weren't entirely truthful?" Maura asks sleepily, lips brushing against Jane's throat.

"I think he knows," Jane admits. "But I think he'd rather believe we were only..."

"We are going to tell them, aren't we?" Maura yawns, tucking herself in close to Jane who holds her reverently, if absent-mindedly.

"Sure. One day," Jane lies again, wishing she had the courage to make it the truth.