AN: I wrote this still in my work uniform before I dashed out for a mini Christmas with friends, if it seems rushed or riddled with errors, I'm very sorry.

December 17th

Up in the bull pen the team were mostly filling out their remaining reports before they could close their case for good. Maura was helping with some of the more detailed aspects. It was mostly quiet besides the tapping of keys and whirring of computers. The doctor didn't even notice she was humming until Jane piped up.

"Oh, oh I know this one! 'In the store there's a teddy,'"

She grinned over at frost as he picked up the next line, "With little straps like spaghetti,"

"It holds me so tight, like handcuffs at night,"

From the back even Korsak joined the two for the last, "Walking round in women's underwear!"

Maura looked from one giggling detective to the other shaking her head, but she couldn't conceal her amusement.

"Ha! You laughed, I'm off the hook."

"Not quite Jane. Why do you insist on marring the words of a very festive song?"

"Because my dear, it's worth it for the look on your face."

Maura put her hands on her hip with a very challenging expression, Jane's grin fell.

"Don't look now Rizzoli, but I think you're dangling off that hook like a prize carp."

It was the BPD Christmas party tonight and Maura had already clocked out at four to begin getting ready. Jane still didn't understand why it took so long to get ready for any of these occasions, often saving face by explaining that Maura already looked amazing. Even in a HAZMAT suit. However it wasn't that it took exceedingly long to shower, change and apply her makeup. She enjoyed the process in taking sometime for herself in their hectic life styles.

Jane arrived home just as she was towelling the excess moisture in her hair.

"You can't go wearing that! We'll clash!"

Maura looked around incredibly confused, she had admittedly picked out her clothes, but they weren't laid out. The detective however was trying to conceal a smirk.

"Jane are you insinuating that you are going to the party naked?"

Her smirk evaporated at the brief image her mind conjured up. "Ok, I take it back. What are you wearing anyway, none of your clothes are laid out."

"Mostly still on hangers, what about you?"

"Geeze I don't know. You know I hate these things, even if it is a party. Can't I just put on a pair of presentable slacks with a button up?"

"You'll look like you're going to work Jane,"

"Not if I wear a Santa hat," with a flourish she produced a red and white fluffy hat. Maura grinned as she played with the white pom pom on the tip, jingling the bell that was attached as she did.

"Hmm, I propose a compromise, you can wear your slacks, your Santa hat, I'll even say nothing when you put on your boots,"

"If?"

"If, you wear this too," Maura had procured today's box and tossed it good naturedly to Jane.

"Maura," her tone a slight warning, "My Ma is going to be there,"

"I know,"

Walking into the part a few hours later Maura appeared to glide in her impossibly high heels, an in Jane's opinion, equally high dress. Her view from behind was enviable, but her concern wasn't other people's eyes where they shouldn't be. It was other people's hands. But after the display with Crowe a few days ago, she needn't have worried. Much to his dismay word got around about the incident fast.

The pair soon bumped into familiar faces, naturally Frost and Frankie had gravitated towards each other, so they joined.

"Are you alright there Jane, you're looking a little flushed. Is it really that cold outside?"

Her neck was indeed a light shade of pink, and Maura was the cause. The compromise turned out to be that Jane hid a remote controlled bullet in her boy shorts in exchange for dressing down. And the doctor was indeed pushing buttons with a coy smile. It had started in the taxi on the way over, she had set the toy to buzz lightly against her clit the whole way there, only stopping when they arrived.

"The temperature has dropped a little," not technically a lie. Jane groaned to herself, this was going to be a long night.

Jane had almost forgotten about the intrusion in her underwear during their dinner. It was during dessert that the blonde had begun her game anew. A series of hard pulses almost made her drop her spoon.

"Careful Janie, you're supposed to eat the pudding, not wear it." Korsak grinned at her, his cheeks roses for a whole different reason.

As the vibrations on her clit continued she felt the wetness between her legs. She tried crossing her legs in an effort to quell the sensation, she had to cover her mouth so that no one saw her biting her lip. She had made it worse, and Maura knew.

After a few minutes of trying to subtly shift her seated position the sensations stopped. She let out a deep breath before looking over to Maura. Her face a picture of innocence when she asked her to dance, Jane took her hand.

"I swear to god you're going to be the death of me,"

"It's only a dance,"

"You know what I mean," she gritted her teeth before doing her best to slip back into some sort of cool facade.

Wrapping her arms around the taller woman's neck they swayed lightly to the music. Behind Jane's head, Maura had the remote amping up the vibrations on the detective's throbbing clit. She whimpered as her eyes darted around the room, convinced people knew what they were doing. Leaning up the blonde whispered in her ear,

"No one knows Jane, no one in here knows that I'm going to make you come,"

Lifting a silk covered knee, Maura pushed her leg between Jane's as they danced. Jane buried her head in the crook of her neck to hide her moan. The doctor's powers of persuasion were bordering on criminal, she would need to remember that next time. Right now however, she was begging her knees to not give out on her.

"Oh there you two are!"

"Ma?!" Jane's voice squeaked as her head shot up. Maura smiled pressing a small kiss to her cheek.

"Quick, let me get a picture of you two. You guys look so sweet all wrapped up like that,"

That was it, this is how she dies. Jane was at war with her body. Yes it felt good, so damn good. But if her mother knew what was going on less than two feet in front of her. Yep, dead.

In agonising moments Angela had gone to carry on enjoying herself. Jane glared at the smaller woman, the wicked look she got back made her shudder. Yes she was fighting a battle, and she was loosing badly. The White flag was waved when Maura pulled her close, sucking her earlobe between her lips. Her boy shorts would betray her as white heat pooled between her legs.

"Maura, you gotta help me,"

With effortless ease the doctor had manoeuvred them to a darker corner of the room. They could see everyone dancing along to the same Christmas songs the radio station cranked out each year. Maura moulded herself to Jane's front allowing her to use her to stay upright. Lifting her leg slightly off the floor she gave Jane just enough.

The detective although practically pinned to the wall had a little room to move, the thrumming of the toy against her was pushed just that little bit more when she rubbed herself against that glorious leg. Her scarred hands were slipping on the silk at the blondes lower back, unable to find purchase. Maura was quietly thankful she hadn't raised her hands to her exposed back. Fresh scratch marks on her back would be problematic to explain at the best of times.

Jane buried her head in the golden tresses at her neck, her pants and groans almost drowned out by the music. With a hand between them the doctor palmed the detective's breast through her shirt, she wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. Unabashed grinding of the leg between hers was pushing her close to the release she craved, but something was stopping her.

"It's ok Jane, no one can see you. Only me, come for me Jane."

Her hands tangled in the raven curls, scraping lightly at the nape of her neck, a tried and tested method to help Jane relax. Leaning her head to the side Maura captured quaking lips with her own. Pushing and pulling, together rocking Jane's body against her. The coil inside her impossibly tight before everything went white. Her cries were swallowed in the kiss as she shook in the doctor's steady arms.

Maura turned the toy off when Jane calmed against her. Soothing kisses as she ran her hands through untamed curls. No one had noticed them slink off the dance floor, allowing the detective a moment of vulnerability in Maura's arms. The sight of Jane letting go in such a public place had done something to the doctor, something practically primal. She husked against her ear,

"Take me home Jane,"

"Yep, the death of me."

"Well then, it's a good thing a medical professional will be on hand."

"That's it, I'm dead, I died."