Chapter 3

Maura stopped dead in her tracks.

As she watched Jane cross the threshold of the Four Seasons, she realized what she had just done. This wasn't like inviting the occasional interesting, sexy girl upstairs to her room from the hotel lounge. Maura Dorthea Isles had just hired a prostitute and brought her in to one of the most luxurious hotels in the city. What had she been thinking? When Maura's glance caught Jane's biceps femoris contract just above safety-pinned edge of her poromeric imitation leather stilettos, she quickly understood why she clearly hadn't been thinking at all.

Maura rushed forward and grabbed Jane by the arm.

"Whoa! Hey…what gives?" Jane was alarmed by Maura's grasp, but more so by the tingling in her neck when Maura leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Jane, you may want to pull your faux-fur jacket together to conceal your midriff."

"Conceal my wha? Maura, what are you talking ab-"

When Officer Rizzoli looked around the spacious lobby, she suddenly read the doctor loud and clear. Everyone was staring at her.

"Oh my God…" she groaned. This assignment was becoming more humiliating by the second. She almost didn't care that her obvious discomfort was a dead giveaway to her true identity. Detective might not even be worth this.

Maura responded by pulling Jane's jacket closed for her and noting, "Yes, it seems that the Four Seasons isn't an establishment that generally rents rooms by the hour."

That set Jane off. She always hated when people were unnecessarily snooty. So what if she was dressed like this? These snobs had no right to assume she was a hooker. As Maura stepped up to the desk to check in, Jane decided to push it all one step further. If she was going to be undercover, she might as well have fun with it. Jane cocked a hip and let her jacket fall open, leaning her long, tan body against the wall near the desk. Everyone within a ten-mile radius seemed to stop and gawk. Even the young desk clerk with the thick glasses skipped a beat while she handed Maura more paperwork. Maura was the only one who didn't seem to notice, and Jane could only wonder why she so desperately wanted her to.

Jane watched as Maura filled out the forms for the room with her arm resting on the high counter. She felt her eyes involuntarily travel from Maura's shiny black heels, up her toned calves and past the hem of her midnight blue dress. Just below the cut of her black jacket, the doctor's perfect ass demanded not to be ignored. It was amazing. How did she…?

"Okay Jane, let's go upstairs. And stop fidgeting."

Maura's request snapped Jane out of her reverie. Just before they turned to leave, Maura had ordered champagne and strawberries to be delivered to their room via room service. If that didn't make the desk clerk suspicious, nothing would. In fact, it even made Jane suspicious. Did people always try to wine and dine their hookers after they hired them? And since when did she fidget?

As they approached the elevator, Jane had to do something to drown out the frantic questions arising in her mind that she didn't have answers to. Maura pressed the up button, and a pristine elderly couple stepped up behind them. Jane watched in disgust as the woman with tight, pursed lips judged her with her eyes and her husband nearly melted into a puddle on the floor. Jesus, did prostitutes really deal with this shit everyday? Jane knew she'd probably haul off and hit somebody if she was stuck with this for life. In fact, she couldn't stand to be around them for a minute longer.

The brass doors opened before them to reveal a brightly lit, oak finish elevator furnished with a small cushioned bench.

"Well color me happy, there's a sofa in here for two!" Jane shouted as she sauntered in and propped her leg up on that very object. Maura looked like she had just been sprayed with a water gun. Jane couldn't help but giggle at her startled expression, and her smile proved infectious. While Maura couldn't help but find Jane's brazenness amusing and even allow herself to crack a smile, she still felt that she owed the couple an apology.

Looking at them sheepishly, she tried, "First time in an elevator," as a pitiful explanation. She didn't stay to see their reactions. Instead, she got on the elevator and pressed the button for the sixth floor, assuming that the lively pair wouldn't be interested in riding up with them. Jane waved goodbye to her new friends as the doors closed before them. She didn't expect that the old geezer would be closing his mouth anytime soon.

Jane watched Maura out of the corner of her eye, and she knew her smirk meant that she had enjoyed Jane's little stunt, but nonetheless, she, too, felt she should offer an apology.

"Sorry…couldn't help it."

With a spark in her eyes and stifling a giggle, Maura responded with, "Try."

The bell signified their arrival at the sixth floor, and they emerged into a private hallway. Maura walked toward the double doors labeled "Presidential Suite."

Jane let out a low whistle. She was a long way from the Holiday Inn.

Maura's card key granted them access to the most extravagant hotel room Jane could have imagined. The suite was lavishly decorated, and the walls were painted with a warm golden hue. The paneling was white, and all of the colors coordinated effortlessly. There were rich shades of olive and chocolate covering the countless chairs and sofa peppered with throw pillows in complimentary shades of pastel yellow and crème. On the tables that didn't hold flower arrangements, lamps provided the dim lighting with help from the smoldering fireplace on the opposite wall. But the piece de resistance was without a doubt the glistening black baby grand piano that stood in elegance between the bookshelf and what was presumably the door leading to the master bedroom. This hotel room was easily twice the size of Jane's apartment, and she hadn't even seen it all yet. While she struggled to move past the doorframe, Maura drifted in to the space as though she were walking into the post office. Jane could only assume that Maura was accustomed to these sorts of accommodations and therefore did her best not to hyperventilate.

Maura looked up from her cluster of luggage that she had sent for earlier. Once she was satisfied that all of her belongings were accounted for, she looked up to find Jane still standing in the doorway. She looked like…what did they say? A deer in the track lights? Either way, she clearly needed some coaxing.

"Are you impressed, Jane?"

Jane realized she must look like a deer in the headlights. She had to get her cool back somehow. "Oh yeah, it's pretty nice I guess, but I come here all the time. As a matter of fact, they do rent this room by the hour!"

Maura's brow furrowed a little before she saw Jane's devilish grin.

"You're joking me, aren't you?"

Jane chuckled. For a highly sought-after physician, Dr. Isles could be a little dense.

"Yeah Maura, I was kidding. The place is…" Jane's eyes involuntarily locked on Maura's prominent chest. Her breasts were phenomenal, even underneath her dress. They were just so perfect, and Jane had even touched one of them earlier. As she reflected on the warmth that spread from her own chest and even lower, she finally finished her thought, "…nice."

"I'm glad you like it," Maura replied. She immediately began milling about the room, putting everything to her liking. Jane found herself having to snap out of yet another trance. What the hell was this woman doing to her? Here she was on the assignment that could very well land her dream job, and suddenly she was going starry-eyed over some glamazon doctor. Sure, she had noticed attractive features on other women before, I mean, who didn't? But somehow this felt different. She wasn't just appreciating Maura's features as a fellow woman. This chick was making her hot, and Jane had no idea how to stop it. What's more, she was afraid that she didn't want to stop it. Now she was undoubtedly fidgeting.

Maura turned to check the contents of her desk, putting her back to Jane. She still hadn't the slightest clue how she wanted this night to go. She didn't need a theorem to prove that she was sexually attracted to Jane – her own body temperature had confirmed that. But for the first time, Maura wasn't certain that she wanted to have a sexual interaction with her; at least not yet. She had this overwhelming desire to get to know this fascinating woman in an intimate way. She wanted to know where Jane had come from, and what gave her the spunk that she so admired. Maura knew it was only a matter of time before the call girl would expect to perform her duties. She assumed she'd have to oblige sooner or later. For the first time in her life, Maura Isles was nervous about sex.

Jane was sweating again. She resolved to force herself to focus on the task at hand. She was here to get information for Cavanaugh and get out. Technically, he hadn't even asked her to go this far, so he'd be impressed, right? Or maybe he'd be mad that she acted on her own.

Shit.

Oh well. She was here now, and if she came out with nothing, she'd really be toast. Jane drew in a deep breath. If there was anything here to find, it would probably be in one of the files Maura was transferring from her bag to the desk. Jane was going to have to get closer. She practically threw herself onto the desk in the least graceful way possible, barely recovering with the sexiest elbow lean and hair-toss she could muster.

Since it was clear that Maura wasn't going to say anything, Jane decided to be bold once again. Maybe if she started the "proceedings," so to speak, Maura would go to the bathroom to freshen up, giving Jane enough time to read the fax and make her escape. It was a long shot, but she was running out of options. Her voice came out low and smoky with the line, "So…now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?"

Jane watched Maura's cheeks flush. Maybe she was getting better at these one-liners. Jane decided to follow it up with a quick trace down Maura's thigh with her index finger.

Maura jumped back in alarm. She had just experienced a sensation consistent with mild electric shock where Jane had touched her. It was certainly intense, and she couldn't help but want more. And yet she felt herself looking away, smoothing the skirt of her dress and clearing her throat to answer, dodging the subtext of Jane's question. "I actually have no idea."

Jane frowned in confusion, and Maura panicked as she realized just how ridiculous her answer had sounded. She didn't want Jane to think she found her undesirable. Maura attempted to recover in the best way she knew how. For the second time that night, she reached for her wallet in her purse. "But first, I think payment is in order. Here's your $100 Miss…?"

Jane looked at the $100 bill hanging before her like it was a pop math quiz. Was handing out cash this woman's solution for everything? Jane didn't have the first clue as to what she was supposed to do with it. Would it go to evidence? Should she donate it to the Catholic Children's Fund? And on top of that, now Maura was fishing for Jane's last name. She had already given away too much. Her real first name would have to do.

"Jane," she replied, plucking the crisp bill from Maura's perfectly manicured fingers and tucking it in to the pouch Kit had helped her sew into her boot for "authenticity." Apparently that's where she was supposed to keep her stash if she had one, and now she did. Maybe she'd give the money to Kit as a tip. No one would have to know, right?

Maura was still stuck on Jane's coy reply. She couldn't help but be a little aroused by her playing hard to get. She was about to attempt to pry further when the fax machine on the desk beside them suddenly came to life. Both women were a little startled, but Maura was the first to move forward, her brow furrowing in confusion as she attempted to read the message as it printed.

It took Jane all of .5 seconds to realize that she needed that fax. As soon as the sheet of paper dropped into the drying tray, Jane reached in front of Maura and snagged the fax under the guise of flirtation.

Luckily, Maura picked up on her playfulness and placed her hands on her hips, smiling in amusement as she watched Jane parade around the desk with her fax. She noticed that somewhere between the lobby and their current location, Jane had shed her jacket, leaving her in nothing but a luminous purple tube top and a scant black spandex miniskirt. She couldn't possibly be angry while those tantalizing curves were on display before her.

While the message was short, Jane knew she couldn't have possibly memorized the entire fax in the few seconds she had with it, but she forced herself to commit the words she saw to memory:

…let me know when things are taken care of there in Boston. I hope you can join me in Ethiopia soon. We're counting on you, Maura.

Ian

Ethiopia?

Jane tried to hide her concern and continue with her playful tactics. "Ooh, looks like someone has a secret admirer."

Secret admirer? Maura wondered whom the fax could possibly be from. She reached out to grab her message, deciding to join in the game, but Jane had placed the fax on the corner of the desk and promptly placed her gorgeous ass directly on top of it – crossed legs and all.

Jane sported a triumphant grin. This was actually kind of fun.

Maura was afraid that if she attempted to grab the fax, her hands would end up right where she actually wanted them to be – on the immaculate specimen before her. So instead, she stated simply, "You're on my fax."

Jane grinned. These lines were coming way too easily now.

"Well that's one I've never been on before…" she said in a sultry tone, barely lifting her ass to allow Maura to grab the piece of paper beneath her. When Maura picked up the fax and read it, Jane detected a tiny but sad smile on the doctor's face. Leaning forward, Jane strained to read more of the message. It was a little unsettling that some man wanted Maura to join him in Ethiopia when she was supposedly here to court the BPD. What if she was actually a spy?

A doorbell rang.

Jane went stiff and devoid of balance, falling forward off the desk. Who knew that hotel rooms could have doorbells?

Even in the spiked heels, she managed to land on her feet, but that didn't mean she had escaped danger. Jane had fallen and found herself less than an inch from the flawless body of Doctor Maura Isles.

Maura could feel her heart rate shoot up well past the Mayo clinic's normal estimate for a woman her age and body mass. She wanted so desperately to kiss Jane.

Good God…why can't I breathe? Jane had wondered in those brief, terrifying seconds. All it would have taken was one move. One touch from either woman could have melted them into a writhing heap on the floor. The warmth between Jane's legs had threatened to overrule her better judgment when she felt an abrupt vibration on her calf muscle. Her cell phone was ringing.

Jane panicked and backed away suddenly. Maura's eyes shot down in disappointment. Apparently she hadn't heard the ringing, but Jane still sought to distance herself from her as a precaution.

"Uhm, might as well make myself useful," Jane said as she rushed to answer the door and wondered if her body would ever stop tingling.

Maura was relieved that their room service had come. She needed a distraction to collect her emotions. Just moments ago, she had nearly given in to her ravenous desire. Jane had just been so close…so tempting. Maura couldn't remember wanting anything more in her life. Why did she feel so guilty? She was only getting what she had paid for. But perhaps that was the problem.

Jane stood by the door and watched the man place the tray of champagne and strawberries over on the bar where Maura had requested. When he turned to go, he stopped awkwardly next to Jane and gave her a rather rude onceover. The young officer felt her blood boil again and words spilled out before she could stop them. "What are you lookin' at? Hey Maura, what's he looking at?"

Maura appeared embarrassed, but Jane was still confused. Gawking at people as though they were a piece of meat was the rudest possible thi –

"Ah, yes…" Jane watched as Maura reached for her wallet once again and walked toward them. Handing the man some rolled up bills, she said, "Thank you," and the man nodded and went on his way.

"Oh fuck…" Jane had muttered under her breath. "He wanted his tip." Could she be more white trash? Jane wanted to become invisible so that Maura didn't have to be embarrassed by her ever again, but those thoughts quickly vanished when the shorter woman placed her soft hand on Jane's arm and looked her in the eyes and reassured her.

"Don't worry, Jane. I'm sure it happens all the time."

Whether that was true or not, Jane found herself believing Maura anyway. She couldn't see anything but truth in the doctor's mystifying eyes. She watched in awe as Maura walked around behind the bar, losing her black jacket on a barstool along the way. God. Even her shoulders were elegant. She had to change the subject before she wound up saying something extremely stupid like, "Gosh, you're pretty." Jesus. Let's hope that never happens.

"So, Maura…are you in town on business or pleasure?"

"Business, I think."

So she is conflicted. "Business, you think? What kind of business are you in, exactly?" Now Jane was fishing. She had to practice for detective somehow – assuming she wouldn't be fired after tonight.

Holding the neck of the champagne bottle in one hand and the corkscrew in the other, Maura replied confidently, "I'm a doctor." She always knew she would love saying those words when they were finally true.

Even though she had already known the answer, those were somehow the three sexiest words Jane had ever heard. That inspired the ridiculous piece of flirtation that followed as Jane sauntered up to the counter, enjoying the fact that Maura's gaze was stuck to her curves like glue.

"Oooh, a doctor, huh?" Maura couldn't help but admire Jane's exquisite cleavage again as she leaned forward on the opposite side of the bar. Maura looked back up just in time to catch another of Jane's devilish grins as she continued, "Would you like to give me a check-up, Dr. Isles?"

Maura swallowed hard. If only Jane knew. Somehow she managed to stay in the game and replied, "I've already made my diagnosis, and I prescribe you with a tall glass of this fabulous champagne."

Jane wasn't big on champagne. It reminded her of cheesy weddings and too many drunken New Years parties. But she was suddenly willing to make a new memory, and after the two of them clinked glasses, Jane knew it was one she would never forget.

Maura got the sudden urge to open up to Jane about her prospects in Boston. Even with Ian's new proposition, Maura still found this achievement exciting. She was honored to have been offered such a prestigious position, but so far she had found no one to share her enthusiasm. Even though she and Jane were two worlds apart, she felt a strong presence of trust between them.

"I've been offered the position of Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts," Maura said with a 1000 watt smile. "I report to the Boston Police Department tomorrow morning for my first interview."

"Wow, Maura. That's great!" If it was possible, Maura beamed a little bit brighter at having gained someone's approval. Jane marveled at how adorable Maura was. This woman looked like she could be a professional stylist, and here she was ecstatic about the possibility of spending her life digging through dead people. Jane couldn't help but smile, and even caught a glimpse of a daydream of what it might be like to work alongside someone as passionate as Maura. Suddenly Cavanaugh's assignment didn't seem pointless anymore.

"Thank you, Jane. But as it turns out, not many people think so." Maura looked down in to her glass and took another sip.

Jane was immediately angry at every singly one of those people. "Hey Maur, screw them, ya know? If you're doing what you love, then you should never let anyone stop you." Jane placed a hand on top of Maura's that had been resting on the counter.

Maura looked up into Jane's eyes. No one had given her true encouragement like that before, and her soft smile and warm, comforting hand was enough to last Maura a lifetime. She could only wonder how a woman who found herself in such a precarious business could have such confidence, and how that same woman had so quickly become the person she admired most. The one that she never wanted to let go of.

As though it would somehow convince her to never leave her side, Maura offered Jane a strawberry. Jane could sense the deeper implication and gave the doctor a questioning look.

"It brings out the flavor of the champagne," Maura explained.

"Ah, yes, of course. I knew that…" Jane wondered if she'd ever stop feeling stupid around this woman just as her phone rang again. This time she kicked her boot with her other foot, magically making the vibration stop. Jane was grateful, because Maura's eager expression reminded her that she had more important things to tend to. As soon as she brought the strawberry to her mouth and experienced the decadence of the two tastes mingling in her mouth, she moaned in satisfaction.

"Mmm…Oh God Maur…that's incredible."

Maura dealt with those sounds Jane was making by biting her lower lip to stifle her own sounds of pleasure. The sight of Maura's obvious arousal rendered Jane devoid of all coherent thought. Plans to escape were long gone. Not only did she want to stay, she needed to discover as much of Dr. Maura Isles as humanly possible – spy or no spy. She had no choice but to cut to the chase.

"I appreciate this whole seduction scene you got goin here, but you know, I could just pop you good and be on my way," Jane husked.

Maura was finally allowing herself to reach the point of no return, but if she was going to give herself to Jane, she didn't want to spare any precious second. "I don't want time to be an issue here, so tell me: how much for the entire night?" Maura's question gave Jane chills.

How much? Jane's brain was barely functional enough to recall that she was still a prostitute in Maura's eyes complete with a Carol Channing inspired wig. Because she couldn't come up with a figure that seemed to make sense, she simply resorted to flirting. "You couldn't afford it," Jane challenged before taking another drink.

Maura's eyes took on a mischievous gleam as she crossed her arms over her chest and replied, "Try me."

After seeing that look in Maura's eyes, Jane would have sold herself for a nickel. But instead she came back with the price of $300.

"Done."

Jane felt a flash of heat, and if it hadn't been for the incessant ringing in her boot, they probably would have gone at it right there on the counter. As frustrated as she was, Jane knew she had to settle this somehow. She couldn't endure anymore interruptions tonight. She feigned a coughing fit and signaled for Maura to give her a minute when she saw her look of concern.

Maura watched Jane find her way to the bathroom on the opposite side of the suite.

"Jane, are you all right?"

"Fine! Just had a piece of strawberry go down the wrong way. Be out in just a minute!" she called just before she disappeared behind the door.

Maura took this opportunity to lean against the bar and rest. She could still feel her kegel muscles pulsing. No woman had ever caused her to react this way. She was almost thankful for the sudden interruption. Things had gotten entirely too carnal, and Maura feared for what she might have done in such an unbridled state of sexual stimulation. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, she allowed herself to meditate for just a moment on the evening that she hoped would lie ahead.

When Jane got into the bathroom and shut the door, she pulled out the blessed phone that had insisted on ringing at the worst possible time in her life. She had three missed calls from Korsak, and one earlier from Ma, complete with a six minute long voicemail. Fantastic.

Before she could even press the call back button on Korsak's number, he was calling her again. With a roll of her eyes, she picked up.

"Rizzoli," she hissed, attempting to keep her voice down.

"Jane? Oh thank God. I've been worried ever since Kit called and said you'd flown the coop. What the hell happened?"

"It's a long story, Korsak, but all you need to know right now is that I'm in her suite at the Four Seasons and I think I'm on to something."

Jane Rizzoli was no fool. The one useful thing besides the ability to cook pasta that her mother had passed down to her was a keen instinct when it came to first impressions. She could read people almost effortlessly, and Dr. Maura Isles was no spy. She had an innocence in her eyes that just couldn't be faked. But this assignment had become something more to her than just a little investigation. Jane had to ensure that Maura came to BPD. She needed to know her. But she couldn't explain that to Korsak right now, let alone Cavanaugh. So, the spy story would buy her time. And when it came to Maura, that's all she wanted.

"Jane, you're not staying there, are you? You know Cavanaugh will go nuts if you mess this up by making things personal – "

"Zip it, Barney Fife! Listen. I found a fax on her desk from a colleague in Ethiopia."

"Ethiopia? What – "

"Sssh! I don't have much time. I need to investigate further, but I think Maura could possibly be a spy. If I leave now, we may never know what's going on until it's too late."

"Well Jane, if you have reason to believe she's a spy, we can send the SWAT team over right now and bring her in for questioning. You could be in serious danger, Jane…"

"GOD, Korsak…it's not like that, okay? I know what I'm doing. Besides that, what if she isn't a spy? You don't want to scare off Cavanaugh's prized ME by calling in the SWAT team, now do you?"

Korsak sighed before replying, "Be careful, Rizzoli. Call me tomorrow."

Before Jane could answer, the bathroom doorknob jiggled.

"Jane? What are you doing in there?" Maura had let her nerves get the best of her and assumed the worst when Jane had been gone for quite some time. The last thing she wanted was someone using recreational drugs in her hotel bathroom, no matter how attractive they were.

"Gotta go," Jane snapped in a whisper before hanging up.

"I said I'd be out in just a minute!" she called out to Maura. Why was she suddenly so paranoid? Jane looked around for an alibi, and when she spotted in just in time, she reached down to unlock the door.

When Maura pushed in, she saw Jane standing with her hand behind her back and a guilty look on her face. Maura feared her worst assumptions might be correct. In a low, suspecting tone, Maura held out her hand and demanded, "What are you hiding, Jane?"

"It's nothing, Maura."

The doctor gave her one of those looks her mom used to give her when she waited for her to tell the truth. Jane rolled her eyes again and brought out the object from behind her back.

Maura blinked twice in disbelief. "This is dental floss," she stated in surprise.

Jane didn't really have a great explanation. She just prayed her phone didn't start ringing in the drawer beside them. "Yeah, well…I had all those strawberry seeds," she tried. "And you shouldn't neglect your gums!"

Really? Now she really was turning into her mother.

Maura was so relieved that she wanted to hug Jane. "That's absolutely right. An increasing body of evidence suggests that proper dental care, including regular flossing, can help prevent the accumulation of tatar that could ultimately lead to gum disease such as gingivitis and even periodontitis. You're making a very wise hygienic choice, Jane."

"…Right." Where did she get all this stuff? "Now are you gonna stare at me while I finish?" Jane knew she needed a couple extra seconds of alone time to shut her phone down and preserve the battery.

Maura looked startled, but she didn't want to interfere. "Oh, no. Please continue."

But somehow she couldn't move. She remained planted with her hand on the doorknob, marveling at the fascinating woman in her bathroom.

Jane was growing impatient, though she was intrigued by the way Maura looked at her. "What?" she finally asked.

Maura was forced to snap out of it. "I'm sorry, it's just that very few people surprise me."

The corner of Jane's mouth rose into a half smile. "Really? Most of them shock the hell out of me."

~LT~

When Jane emerged from the bathroom, the mood had changed dramatically. The lights had been dimmed save for the one lamp that Maura was sitting next to in the chair where she seemed to be in deep thought over a file. Jane had silently wondered if it was the fax, and almost asked her until she realized that Maura was on the phone. It didn't appear to be a short phone call either. So, Jane had taken off her boots and made herself comfortable in front of the television. She had found a classic "I Love Lucy" rerun that she used to watch with Pop and Frankie and was having a grand old time complete with a makeshift picnic from the mini-bar. When Lucy and Ethel stepped into the big vat of grapes at the winery, Jane just couldn't stop giggling. She was probably more tipsy than she was willing to admit. She hoped the liquid courage would come in handy later. When she looked up, she caught those deep, hazel eyes staring straight at her in what she could only hope was adoration. Maura was no longer on the phone, and no one could say how long she had spent just looking down at Jane, trying to learn more about her just from watching her live and breathe. Jane's eyes locked with hers once again, and heat began to course throughout her body. She felt her hand reach for the remote to mute the TV. Maura's eyes were magnets; kaleidoscopes with shifting hues of brown, blue, and gold. Jane had to get closer. She wanted to drown in those pools and float in them forever, filled with the essence of Maura Isles.

Jane had crawled in between Maura's legs, and the doctor could barely sense her own pulse. Jane was the most beautiful woman she had ever encountered. She wanted this to happen more than she wanted her next breath, and yet she knew that once they did this, the night would come to a close. Morning would mean that Jane would leave her for good. Maura didn't want to face it, and yet she found herself a slave held captive to her desire.

Jane had been on several high risk drug busts in her life. She had a gun pointed to her head multiple times. More than once, she had feared for her own life. And yet in this moment, she knew that her adrenaline level was at an all time high. She could think of nothing but her need to pleasure the woman writhing in the chair before her. Jane had no clue what to do next, so she simply decided to peal off layers of her own clothing and hope for the best. First the tube top, revealing her strapless lacy black bra. Maura had licked her lips at the sight, and Jane had taken that as a sign to remove her mini-skirt as well. Jane's panties were matching black lace – a far cry from her usual boi shorts, but it was all for the undercover cause. Nevertheless, Jane caught herself wondering for a moment what Maura would think of the real Jane. But the tiniest of whimpers that escaped the Doctor's lips snapped Jane back to the present. She pushed Maura's dress up her thighs slowly, and let her hands push her up to bring her face once again as close as she could get to Maura's face without touching. Their quivering breaths mingled together, and if Jane had known what move to make next, she gladly would have taken the plunge. But she had never done this before, and she had an overwhelming need for it to be perfect.

"What do you want?" she husked softly.

Maura honestly didn't know. Every part of her had gone comatose. "What do you do?"

Jane didn't want to disappoint her, but wasn't entirely sure what her options were. Soon enough, her pride got the best of her and she responded simply, "Everything." Maura's eyes hooded and darkened, and Jane heard herself say something Kit had told her earlier. "But I don't kiss on the mouth." Jane's eyes automatically focused on Maura's perfect, delectable lips and she immediately cursed herself for getting caught up in the moment and saying something she didn't mean.

Maura was more than a little disappointed that she didn't get to taste Jane's unbelievably kissable lips, but she didn't want to break whatever moral code Jane had set forth for herself. "Neither do I," Maura replied to make her partner feel better. Jane's smirk drove Maura wild, and she watched as Jane pushed her dress up even further, just below the underwire of her bra. The woman between her legs was trailing barely-there kisses down her toned abdomen, and as she descended, the heat between Maura's legs became almost unbearable. She hadn't been pleasured for so long, and she had never been more glad that she had held out for someone like this.

Jane was only going off of something she had seen in a movie. Or maybe it was the Internet? Who the fuck cares, Rizzoli? Keep it together. But when Jane's worshipful kisses reached the top of Maura's red lacy thong, she froze. She wasn't cut out for this. Maura was definitely going to know that she had never done this before and then everything would be ruined. She had to tell her. She couldn't let her think she was someone she wasn't. Jane looked up to see Maura's head tossed back, her gorgeous honey gold locks streaming behind her and her eyes closed. Her expression was of pure ecstasy, and Jane hadn't really done much yet. In the pause, Maura had grown desperate and whispered, "Please Jane…" as her fingers pressed underneath of her wig, causing it to pop off and fall in a heap in the floor behind her. Jane nearly panicked, until she saw the faint smile sweep across her lover's face, her fingers threading through the unruly curls that now cascaded down around her shoulders.

Maura didn't need to open her eyes to know that she was grasping at silky raven waves. Jane's olive skin and striking dark eyebrows had given her away. She squeezed lightly with her hands to urge Jane forward. Her need was almost violent, and she prayed that Jane would give in soon.

That urgent squeeze had lit a fire in Jane. She could taste Maura's desire before she ever even ripped off the thong and tossed it back across the room. She had known that her hunger for Dr. Isles would be insatiable long after her tongue explored her delicate folds to the beautiful sound of Maura gasping her name endlessly into the night.