AN: For some reason I'm in an exceptionally good mood. It could be that I managed to get a decent haircut for a fiver in under ten minutes, or it could be the glass of Christmas cheer that's vodka in disguise. Time to relax and play with you wonderful people, yeah that came out wrong.

December 20th

It had been a slow day in the precinct. It was statistically true that certain crimes dropped in the winter, yes even the scum of the earth don't like numb toes and red noses. Jane was waiting for Maura to pack up her things before taking them both home. Unbeknownst to the doctor however, Jane had no intention of taking them home. At least not yet.

Stepping out into the frigid air the streetlights were already lit bathing the car park in an eerie glow as fog set in.

"What do you want to do for dinner Jane?"

"Well I kinda had this idea that we could go to the common and try out their ice rink before digging into the picnic I've got stashed in the boot. But I could go for Chinese if you liked."

She tried to stay nonchalant at the look of excitement in Maura's eyes, but the giddy smile broke her character.

"Ok ice skating it is."

"Wait, won't the rink be closed already?"

"All taken care of Maur, don't you worry."

In no time Jane pulled into an almost empty car park at the common. Reaching into the back seat she retrieved two set of wooly hats, gloves and scarves. Walking hand in hand, freshly bundled up against the harsh evening they approached the rink. It was lit softly, but there was no one to be seen.

"Over here Maura."

Jane led them to a bench by the ice, there were two sets of skates, a thermos and a scrawled note saying to turn off the lights when they were done. Passing the smaller size to the blonde she tried to quickly change work boots for skates. Fumbling with the clasps she looked up at the sound of scraping ice, Maura was already gliding around the frozen surface. For a second Jane was lost in the sight of graceful movements and childlike wonderment.

Shortly she followed, she had nothing on Maura's fanciful moves, just enough to keep her moving and more importantly upright.

"Jane this is amazing, but how?"

"Remember, don't ruin the magic,"

Meeting on the ice they set a leisurely pace as covered hands grasped onto each other. The winter chill hitting their faces. After a few laps Maura let her hand go with a smile as she burst off across the ice and again Jane was engrossed in the sight before her as the doctor glided with ease. After about an hour they made their way off the ice, Jane shut down the lights as requested and took the thermos back to the car.

Maura didn't even question when Jane held open the back door of the car, she climbed in while the detective started the engine, cranking up the heat. Joining her in the back she opened a small box in between them and pulled out two mugs. Twisting open the thermos and pouring the contents into the cups she offered one to the blonde.

"Some of Boston's finest hot coca, it's not as good as Nona's but in a pinch,"

Gripping the warm cup in two hands Maura sighed happily as the warmth radiated within her.

"So, what's on the menu tonight chef Jane?"

"I'm going to admit right now, not a lot, but we have some very tasty brie and cranberry sauce. There are a few cold cuts and a selection of truffles for dessert."

"Sounds perfect."

After a little while while, the food long gone the pair snuggled up in the back seat.

"So did teenage Maura ever end a date in the back of a car? And a cop car no less."

She had meant it to be a playful comment, but the pensive look on the doctor's face wasn't the reaction she was looking for.

"Nice one Rizzoli, perfect evening and then that mouth."

"No Jane, I'm sorry, I was just thinking for a moment. No teenage me never ended a date in the back of the car, and I had never been in a police car before I met you. But if teenage Jane had shown teenage Maura a night like tonight? Well then maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Teenage me wouldn't have let us end our night in the car,"

Jane swallowed audibly at the brief hypothetical thought of them as teenagers,

"However my dear, neither of us have to be worried about parents waiting by the door anymore. Or walking in on us if you would just lock the damn door!"

Finally levity found them as Maura laughed uncontrollably at the event of the previous night.

Returning home Maura had suggested they take a shower to thoroughly warm them back up. Reluctantly Jane had taken hers in the guest bathroom after the doctor politely declined them sharing hers. Walking back into their bedroom her mild grumpiness evaporated in an instant.

Sat perched on the edge of the bed Maura had one leg crossed over the other whilst leaning on one hand. What she was wearing had made Jane's mouth run dry. A red teddy caressed her smooth skin, stopping high on her thigh and curving low enough to show the curve of her breasts.

Jane went to speak, the beginning of a joke on her lips. Maura shook her head silencing her in an instant. She stood, stalking across the room towards the detective. For all her bravado and surliness in front of the wider world, she knew exactly how to turn her into a hot, pliable mess. Capturing silenced lips with her own she slipped a hand into raven locks gripping just tight enough to guide her head to her neck.

The detective caught the hint of a familiar sweet aroma and gladly nipped and sucked at the skin there taking in left over honey dust. Scarred hands rested at the small of the doctor's back playing with the delicate material over calloused fingertips. A hand on her shoulder pushed lightly prompting her to kneel on the plush carpet in front of the blonde. With her head level with Maura's navel she questioned her detective skills as she became very quickly aware the blonde was not wearing any panties.

Looking down Maura gently ran her hands through unruly locks, pulling her wordlessly closer. Jane didn't need much prompting as she lifted the thin material spreading her palms across her taught stomach feeling the muscles twitch under her touch. Reaching around and grasping Maura's wider hips in her hands she held her steady as she lowered her gaze.

In the past Maura had enjoyed them being a little more vocal with each other. Demands and pleas from either of them held a deeply arousing quality. But something about Jane in front of her, following her more physical requests was having a much greater affect. She palmed at her own breasts having already felt her erect nipples straining against the material. Panties would have been surplus to requirement tonight, she was instantly wet the moment she saw Jane's reaction to her.

She sighed into the quiet room when Jane swept her tongue through her velvet folds drinking in her wetness. Pinching a nipple between her fingers she let her hand fall, cradling the back of the detective's head. Jane needed no encouragement as she swirled her tongue around her clit coaxing it from behind its hood.

Sucking the nub between her lips she felt a surge of moisture against her chin as Maura's hips surged forwards. Releasing her she barely heard the whimper as she moved to hungrily take as much of her as she could. Her tongue lapping and teasing her entrance, trailing a supporting hand down from her hips Maura gasped loudly as two fingers gathered her wetness before gliding into her. Looking down at the sight between her legs a jolt of pleasure shot through her almost taking her legs away. But Jane wouldn't let her fall.

The tightening of the grip in her hair and the light twitching around her fingers told her Maura was close. Flicking her tongue over her straining clit she twisted and curled her fingers inside her. Her longer fingers dug into Maura's hip holding her tight as she began to sway, pushing herself against Jane's mouth. She was breathing through her nose as she clamped her bottom lip between her teeth causing a light coppery tang on her tongue.

Maura's abdomen flexed and released sporadically as the coiling tension in her grew. When Jane gently scraped her pulsing clit between her teeth her cries caught in her throat as white stars filled her vision. Her walls clamping dexterous digits in place, Jane's tongue soothing as she rode out each wave. The grip in her hair lessened and fell away as Maura caught her breath. Standing the detective wrapped an arm around the doctor's thighs lifting her into her with ease.

The blonde nuzzled her nose into Jane's neck, "That's why you don't end a date in the back seat of a car."