'Oh, fuck yes.' Maura groaned as hot water splashed down and she gripped the shower head to stop from falling.

They had woken early enough to lie drapped together in bed, the sun glowing through the gauze netting. Maura had been about to drift back to sleep when Jane had produced a wedding gift, all shy and excited. Proping herself up on her elbows she had pulled at the wrapping paper to reveal, in all it's brazen glory, a red, ribbed dildo and a harness with a built in bullet for the wearer.

'You mentioned once you wouldn't mind trying this and well...' Jane had said nervously.

'Is this good for the shower?' Maura had interrupted.

'Yes...'

'Come with me.'

Maura's eyes had lit up and she'd bounced naked out of bed, and her gift in one hand and Jane's hand in the other she'd pulled her towards the bathroom.

Jane's face was one of both relief and trepidation.

She now stood, the harness secured around her waist and the dildo thrust deep inside Maura.

Uncertain at first she hadn't quite known what to do, but as the pulses from the bullet againt her clit spread warm through her body, she had found her rhythm. Maura was pinned to the wall while she held one leg up around her waist and slid in and out. One of Maura's hand unwound from the shower head to find Jane's breast and she palmed it, squeezing the nipple between her thumb and forefinger the way she new she liked.

'Yesssssss.' Jane moaned, increasing her rhythm the wet slap of the dildo reverberating against the hotel walls and sliding between the noise of falling water. A few moments later and Maura turnned around to face the wall and spread her legs apart. Bending over to rest her forearms on the shower wall, she had looked back, inviting Jane to penetrate her, loving the possessive hands that claimed her hips and the feeling of fullness as the dildo entered her again. The rhythm was even, steady and satisfying. She slid a hand between her legs and touched herself. Jane growled and thrust harder. There was something about the act of seeing someone so bold in their desire that was so damned hot. And Maura, oh Maura, with her quirky, solitary habits, her social akwardness, her inability to grasp certain human interactions, was so connected to her own sexuality, uninhibited and fierce in demanding what gave her pleasure.

'Oh God, yes.' Maura moaned, her middle finger strocking her clit in slow long strokes, feeling the nerve endings tingle up and radiating out into her body. The pressure was divine. A hand slid from her hip to cup a breast the sensations layering over one another. Knowing it was Jane taking her like this was intoxicating. She exploded with the sensation of it, Jane riding the wave with her.

The water poured over them as they caught their breath.

'I take it you approve of my gift.' Jane rasped when they had gathered themselves.

'That would be a yes." Maura said and turned to kiss her ethusiastically. "And next time. I'll be doing the honours."

Xxx

They had breakfast on the patio of their suit basking in the sprin sunshine, perched stories above the ground. Maura lounged in her bathrobe, her slippered feet resting on a chair while she buttered up a warm croissant and sipped her espresso short black.. She felt deliciously satiated. Her meticulous nature made her somewhat of a perfectionist, a vital ingredient to her success as a medical examiner but one had that driven Jane quietly mad during the wedding planning. Now it was over and they could relax for two glorious weeks in the sun.

Angela rang them to enthuse over the wedding, at how beautiful and expensive it had been and how everyone had raved about how it. Jane gamely allowed her mother this moment of unadulterated and well earnt pride. But she swiftly cut her short, however, when she began to ask how the wedding night had gone, *nudge, nudge*, and if they had started making babies yet. Maura simply looked amused.

'Really, ma?" Jane cried, gesticulating with the toast in her hand and sending crumbs flying all over the table. 'You do realise we are two women, don't you?'

'Oh you know what I mean, Janey. I want grand-children and as soon as possible. I've already spoken to Frankie and Tommy and either of them would be delighted to, you know, help if Maura wanted to carry.'

'Eeeewwww, ma! REALLY? Officially throwing up in my mouth.' The toast now lay abandonned on it's plate.

Maura laughed, 'I think we want to take a bit of time before we start thinking about kids, Angela.' she said. Angela grumbled about getting older and how she could go any day but she seemed appeased. She wished them a happy honeymoon and that she better go feed Jo-Friday and Bass.

An hour later they were checking out of the hotel. Jane was loading their things into the taxi and Maura had gone to pay. A petite Asian lady, meticulously groomed, clicked her fake nails against the keys and then looked up.

'The room has already been paid for,' she said.

'I'm sorry?'

'It says here that the room was paid for this morning.'

'I'm sorry, but there must be a mistake.'

'There is no mistake, ma'am. It says here that the room was paid for at 10.11 am.'

'What's the matter, babe?' Jane asked as she sidled up.

'Apparently someone has already paid for our room 15 minutes ago.'

Jane frowned and turned to the desk clerk, 'did you process the payment, ma'am?'

'No, I just started my shift.'

'Does it say who paid?'

'No. It was paid for in cash.' the woman clicked the mouse a few times, then looked up, 'I'm sorry there was no comment made.'

Maura could see Jane's eyes narrow a moment. She recognised that look. After years of working with her, she had grown accustomed to the signs that told her she was turning the incident over in her head, searching for clues and a plausible theory.

'Has anyone left us a note?' she asked.

'I'm sorry, no.'

'Do you have surveillance?'

The woman looked startled. 'Well, yes, but we can't...'

'Jane...We have to get to the airport. Maybe it's a surprise gift from one of the wedding guest,' Maura said when Jane looked reluctant to come. She held out her hand, ' come on Mrs Rizzoli-Isles, we're on our honeymoon.'

Maura couldn't help, though, examining the incident herself as they rode in the taxi.

'You're thinking about it, just like I am, aren't you, Maur.'

She smiled ruefully.

'How about we give Korsak a little ring, eh?'

Before Maura could decide if she really wanted to know the truth behind this little mystery, Jane had flipped out her phone and had pressed the speed dial.