Hey everybody! Here's a little chapter to tease you a bit. Things are busy around here, but I hope to get some more written soon. Gimme some reviews and let me know what you think! :)

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Maura's red bikini was askew. So was her hair. So were her thoughts.

"Jane," Maura said. Her voice came out low, whispery. "Jane!" she tried again, using all of her power to muster her Dr. Isles voice.

Jane's dark eyes slowly lifted to Maura's. Her mouth stayed on the doctor's breast.

Maura took her hands out of Jane's hair and moved them to Jane's face, lifting it away from her cleavage and her twisted swimsuit top.

"We've already missed four flights," Maura said with a dimple-y half smile. "We should at least think about packing." She had lovely, messy, sexy bedhead. Her eyeliner from the night before was smeared under her eyes from leaked, orgasmic tears, and from Jane's kissing. Maura was a radiant mess.

"Mmmph," was Jane's only reply as she nuzzled back down into Maura's glorious bosom.

"Vacation, Jane. Remember?" Maura laughed that chuckle of hers and Jane melted a little more into her.

"I'm sorry," Jane said, her husky voice muffled by the chasm between Maura's breasts, "Detective Rizzoli is busy right now. Please leave your message after the beep. Beeep."

Maura kept laughing. "I'm serious, Jane. Beach, pools, spa visits, sporty things…"

"I'm serious, too, Maura," Jane replied, laying a cheek on Maura's overabundant chest. "You've unleashed the beast. The beast cannot be contained. The beast is hungry." She playfully nipped at the swimsuit top, pulling it down further so that Maura's other nipple was exposed as well. Maura sighed – and not in an exasperated way. She felt the urge to push her hand down into the red bottoms of the swimsuit. Her body had become insatiable. It was fascinating to her how her body just craved more touch, more stimulation, more everything. Maura began to rock against her own hand.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Dr. Isles," Jane said, putting a hand on Maura's trailing fingers. "I'm sorry. You do not have clearance to venture into that area."

"I most certainly do have clearance," Maura said, in a low, panting voice. "That's my area."

"Not anymore." Jane raised her eyes to Maura's, a naughty spark shooting between the two women. "That area is under investigation." Jane gently lifted Maura's hand away from the bikini bottoms, and kissed Maura's palm, smelling Maura, smelling herself, smelling the delicious combination of them both.

"I hope you're planning to start your investigation soon, Detective," Maura said, her voice dropping an octave, and her hips pressing up against Jane's naked body. "Otherwise I'm afraid I'm going to have to usurp your-"

"I usurp your power to talk," Jane answered, covering Maura's mouth with her own, and sliding her hand into the red bikini bottoms. Maura made a kittenish, higher pitched "mmmmph" noise and was lost to waves of sensation as Jane's fingers proved she was an excellent investigator.

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Maura reached for one last package as she watched Jane stuffing various things into two Gucci carry-on bags.

"This luggage is ridiculous, Maura," Jane said as she thrust a handful of shirts into one of the bags. "Haven't you ever heard of a duffle?"

"These are duffle bags, Jane," Maura said, ripping open the package. "And if you insist on wantonly throwing your clothes in there, you're going to spend the next two weeks looking like Rondo."

Jane looked up, her eyebrows high.

"That was a joke! Did you like it?" Maura tilted her head to the side and lifted her shoulder in that flirty way she always did when she was teasing Jane.

"I don't even know why we're bringing clothes," Jane said, taking two long strides over to Maura and sweeping her up into a scorching hug. "I don't plan to be wearing any for ninety-nine percent of this trip." She spoke into Maura's neck, her hot breath sending an electric shudder through the medical examiner.

"No," Maura said, with great reluctance. She pushed Jane away. "You. On your side of the room. Me on my side of the room. We are packing, Jane."

Jane took a step back and looked Maura up and down. Maura was dressed in tight designer jeans and a white tank top. Not her usual kind of shirt at all. Jane wasn't sure what to think of it. Sexy and different? Weird and different?

Maura reached into the package she'd finally opened and pulled out a shirt with a flourish.

"Is that?" Jane trailed off, her heart fluttering. Actually fluttering.

Maura grinned and nodded. She pulled the Red Sox jersey over her tank top. It hugged her curves in a way a jersey had never hugged curves before. "I thought you might like it."

Jane rushed over to her again, but Maura leapt back. "No, ma'am! Your side of the room! Pack!" She shot Jane a devilish grin and slid on some Louboutins. She lifted up her leg, bent at the knee and looked over her shoulder at the sole of the heel. "The red matches beautifully, don't you think?"

But Jane couldn't think about anything except Maura in that Red Sox jersey. "You really were planning on seducing me, weren't you?" Jane whispered, her eyes sparkling.

Maura pointed at her. "Stop talking. Your voice…" She shook her head. "You're killing me, Jane. All I want to do is rip that Boston PD shirt off of you and…" she bit her bottom lip and stared at Jane.

Jane stared back, giving in to the rushing tide of heat and palpitations that was about to make her leap over the couch and tackle Maura to the ground.

The doorbell rang.

"The taxi!" Maura cried, tossing a few more things into her bag, and walking briskly to the door. Jane grabbed her bag and followed, lightly smacking Maura's ass. "Am I going to have to make you sit up front with the driver, Detective Rizzoli?"

Jane growled and laughed. "Only if you sit on my lap."

Maura tossed a look over her shoulder, her glossy hair falling against one eye. She licked her lips and smiled. "Just a few hours, Jane. And then we'll be at the resort."

Jane grabbed Maura, making her drop her bag. Their kiss was as if they hadn't seen each other in years, furiously hungry, panting, bruising.

"Oh my God, Jane," Maura breathed, pushing the detective away. "The taxi is here. We have to go."

Jane showed off her dimples and winked. "After you, Dr. Isles," she motioned to the door. Maura opened the door and they walked out. Jane handed their bags to the taxi driver.

"Can I trust you back here?" Maura asked, opening the taxi door for Jane, who scoffed at the medical examiner's chivalry.

"Can I trust you?" Jane climbed in, throwing a look over her shoulder at Maura.

Maura grinned and followed her into the cab. "This vacation is going to be even more fun than I anticipated."

"Oh, indeed, Doctor," Jane said with an evil grin. She leaned in close, brushing her breasts against Maura's as she buckled the ME's seatbelt. When she sat back in her own seat she saw Maura's flush. She also saw the grin from the driver who was watching them through his rearview mirror.

"Eyes up front, dude," Jane said in her cop voice. "And take the long way to Logan. I want to sight see." She turned to face Maura, her expression suddenly serious. "There's so much of the city to explore, isn't there?"

Maura nodded, swallowing hard. She was not going to have sex in a filthy taxi cab with the driver watching. Not at all.

But eye sex? Maura returned Jane's smoldering stare. Well, that was something completely different.