AN: So if there is anything you guys would like to see between these two, a location or suggestion for a box item please do send me a message. As always still very humbled by your responses. Due to the time difference in the UK your messages are a great way to start the day.

December 11th

Sure enough in the night several inches of snow had fallen around Boston. After TJ had woken up and seen it there was nothing that could stop the tornado of excitement. He practically dragged is grandmother over to the main house that morning ready to cash in on us Aunt Jane's promise of all manner of snow based fun.

Maura was sat at the kitchen table reading the morning news while she sipped a steaming mug of coffee. The detective however was no where to be seen.

"Hey Maura, I hope you don't mind us coming by so early,"

"Anty Moo-ra, where is Anty Jane? She said we would make snowmen!"

"And good morning to you too TJ, of course I don't mind Angela. The coffee in the pot is fresh if you want some."

He looked around the room practically pacing on the spot,

"Can I go find Anty Jane?"

"Aunty Jane is still sleeping I'm afraid. But I'm sure she hasn't forgotten about making snowmen. In fact she was quite excited about it."

Shuffling feet signalled the detective's arrival to the kitchen, " I can neither confirm nor deny any excitement until I've had my coffee."

The little boy ran over to her to be picked up, "Hello little man, have you been good for Nona?" He nodded enthusiastically, "hmm I'm not sure, Ma has TJ been good? Recon he can come out and play?"

Angela pretended to look as though she was contemplating her answer for a little too long. The young boy worried his lip.

"Oh baby boy I was just teasing! Of course we can go and play in the snow. But first I need some coffee and you need some warmer clothes."

His smile soon returned as he was put back on the floor. Jane poured herself a generous mug of coffee to ready herself for the day's activities.

By lunch time they had managed to build an impressive array of snowmen in the back yard. Somehow Jane had managed to turn shovelling the drive way into an all out snowball war. They all stomped back into the house with bright red noses and numb fingers. After changing into dry and comfortable clothes, Jane set about starting a fire in the hearth, Angela warmed up milk for some hot cocoa and Maura volunteered to give TJ a bath before his nap.

Ten minutes after his bath and dressed in a toasty policeman pyjama set the toddler was asleep on Angela's lap. She finished her hot chocolate before cradling the little boy in her arms and taking him back to the guest house.

Jane and Maura sat on the sofa watching the crackling fire, hands cupped around warm mugs.

"I had fun today, poor little TJ. He gets so excited all through December, it really takes it out of him."

"I can just about remember being just as excitable around this time of year. Ma must have had her hands full with the three of us tearing around like that. Just keeping up with one has about worn me out."

Maura leaned in close to the detective, "Not too worn out I hope," she placed a small kiss just behind her ear.

Jane grinned widely, "You've already opened it haven't you?"

"I brought it down in my pocket after TJ's bath."

With all the grace of a gazelle the blonde turned on the sofa to straddle the detective's lap. Wrapping her arms around her shoulders she leaned forward to claim her lips, tongue demanding entrance. Scarred hands rested atop her hips. Moving away the blonde traced kisses along the strong jaw, down her neck to both bruise and soothe her pulse point.

"At the risk of sounding like Brad Pitt, what's in the box?"

Maura leaned back with a perplexed look, "Why would you sound like Brad Pitt?"

"Ok, one of these days we are going to sit and just binge on every good cop movie there is. But right now,"

Jane tipped her head to the side so that she could latch her own lips to the doctors neck daring to inflict the same bruising mark. Reaching between them Maura untied the drawstring of the brunettes oversized sweat pants. Slipping her hand inside she cupped Jane's core over her underwear causing her to suck in a shuddering breath.

"God, how do you always make me feel like it's the first time all over again?"

"How would you put it, I have mad skills?"

She had to cover her mouth at the laugh, it was even harder to stay straight faced at Maura's mock serious expression. She tried nodding sagely.

"Yes sweetheart, yes you do."

Maura grinned widely valiantly not succumbing to a giggle fit, that whilst highly amusing, risked ruining the momentum she had begun. She pulled her hand from the sweat pants as she reached into her own pocket and opened her palm to show Jane. The detective looked at the item trying to identify it,

"This one is quite simple, it's a little silicone sleeve that slips over my finger."

"Not quite so techy as the last huh."

"No, but I assure you quite satisfying."

Shifting on her lap the doctor settled her knees on the sofa over one of her thighs. Sliding her finger into the silicone she dipped her hand back into Jane's pants and into her boy shorts. She dragged the covered finger slowly through her wet folds. The little lumps and bumps of the silicone pleasantly surprising her causing the leg below Maura to jerk slightly. The blonde hummed lightly as she teased her, unconsciously grinding her own hips down.

Jane felt the shift in the smaller woman's body, she moaned out when Maura began to rub at her pulsing clit. She had been right, as if there was any doubt, about the sensations. While she always reacted strongly to the blondes touch, this little extra made those expert motions all the better. Her hips lifted to the touch and she heard the doctor gasp as again she bore down on the leg between her own.

Maura was beginning to give herself over to the wanton grinding of Jane's thigh, every time the woman under her reacted to her touch she felt an almost electric jolt through her own core, she was convinced the underwear she was wearing was already ruined. She began stroking her clit a little harder, up and down. The ridges and bumps along her finger stimulating any skin it touched.

The detective leaned her head back on the sofa consumed by the sensations, her hips were moving faster to match pace. Maura's breaths were coming in fast bursts as she continued to thrust against her, the seam in her yoga pants causing just the right amount of friction to her throbbing clit. She moaned loudly when she felt the detective's hand sneak into her pants and between her legs against her core.

"Fuck Maura, you're so wet and I've barely touched you,"

"Always for you Jane, but just don't stop,"

"As if I ever could,"

Easily two fingers slipped into her wet heat causing her to cry out. Her hips grinding her clit against the heel of her palm. Doing her best to keep focus she redoubled her efforts, changing the motion of her covered finger.

"Oh, like that, just like that,"

Jane bit her lip, the sight of Maura fucking herself on her fingers was astounding. She began Bouncing her leg to help pump her fingers faster. A slew of curses fell from well spoken lips.

"Jane, Jane I'm going to come, oh shit!"

She leaned forward so that she ground her clit fully against her, a few well placed thrusts had her crumbling around the detective's fingers. She rode each wave without even missing a beat, Jane bucking her hips was barely seconds behind as her climax crashed into her. Muscles seizing as pleasurable shocks wracked them both. Their heavy pants and the crackling of the fire the only sounds in the room.

When her muscles had finally relaxed Jane withdrew her fingers allowing her to wrap strong arms around the doctor's spent frame. Sliding to the side and onto her back she brought Maura down with her, cradling her to her chest, she placed a kiss to the crown of blonde hair.

"Mad skills indeed."

She felt the laughter reverberate through her own chest as she grinned tiredly.