If you're still following this, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Life is a little rough for me right now and writing has become hard for me to do again. I'm trying though. I promise.

A/N: Sometimes I feel like this chapter is in-character, sometimes I feel like it's OOC. I find it very hard to tell with my own work on occasion. Let me know what you think (but please be constructive if you do - telling a writer whatever they've written is terrible is useless if you don't tell them what you'd rather see, or what you think is more likely to happen).

"So...what now?"

Maura smiled and cupped my jaw, running her thumb over my cheek. "Fettucine alfredo?"

"Hm, well...just because I don't want to have sex yet doesn't mean we can't make out for a bit like horny teenagers trying to get to 2nd base," I smirked.

"Trying?" Maura grinned back.

"Ok, ok. We can go to 2nd base. This may be a first date, but it's not like we're strangers, huh?" I conceded.

"Do you know what's great about making out with another woman?" Maura asked, very serious-looking.

"What?"

"We can both get to 2nd base," she wiggled her eyebrows.

"Was that a joke?" I quirked up an eyebrow.

"Was it funny?" Maura asked sincerely.

"Lil bit, yeah," I smirked.

"Then yes, it was said in a joking manner," Maura replied.

"But a good point, ya know," I observed. "Does that mean you're a boob woman?"

"I do like them, yes," Maura contemplated.

"But?"

"I appreciate the entire female body," she explained.

"Maura, you've gotta have a favorite part. Anybody who likes women would say that, I think. It's usually boobs, ass, or legs."

"Well, you do appear to have very firm gluteus maximus muscles. Sometimes I sneak peeks when you walk by," Maura responded nonchalantly, then her expression changed to contemplative again. "Actually, I'm surprised that no one has ever caught me."

I countered with a smirk. "I have."

"Oh. But you've never said anything to me?"

I shrugged. "Secretly liked it. Didn't want you to stop. So I kept my mouth shut."

"Well that's certainly interesting."

"So you like my ass?"

"Mm, definitely. Your legs though, they're quite long and lean. Supermodel legs," Maura explained. "Very sexy."

Making a sour face, I contested, "I do not have supermodel legs, Maura!"

"Yes, you do. Have you ever even looked at yourself in a full-length mirror, Jane? You actually could be a model, if you wanted."

"Have you ever looked at yourself in a mirror? You're the hottest woman I've ever seen!"

"There are plenty of women you've met who are definitely hotter than me."

"Nope," I refuted. "I mean, your tits alone...WOW."

"So you like breasts?" Maura asked, reverting back to our best body part topic.

"God yes. Don't you remember that case at Merch? Couldn't keep my eyes off yours. I wanted to take you in the back and do really dirty things to you," I blurted out, and then blushed at my own words.

"You could have, you know. I would've let you," she replied, smiling.

"Nah, I was too chickenshit. I'd've made a fool outta myself. And besides, you deserve better than that," I confessed.

"Oh, what do I deserve then?" Maura asked politely, smiling knowingly.

I thought quickly of the nicer ways our first time should be. "I dunno. There should be like candles and rose petals and crap. All the romantic, cheesy stuff."

Maura rolled her eyes at me – actually rolled her eyes. "I'm not a virgin, Jane. Surely you've realized this already. I don't need all that 'romantic, cheesy stuff' to want to have sex with someone. Honestly, I don't even need to have feelings for someone to have sex with him or her – I just need to feel a physical attraction."

I pulled back from Maura, pressing myself further into the couch, stunned at her admission. "Sorry, what?" I asked, looking up at her face, irrational anger beginning to coil low in my chest.

"Why are you getting angry? You already know how I feel about you. This isn't going to be a casual thing for me," she explained. "Actually, I think it's going to be the least casual sex I've ever had."

I exhaled loudly, my cheeks puffing up as I pushed the air out of my lungs. "I'm sorry. I just feel angry anytime I think about you being with someone else. I know it's stupid. You can't lie, so when you say you love me, it's obviously true."

"I do love you, and I am physically attracted to you, more so than I've ever been to any of my previous partners," she replied.

I winced when she said the last two words.

Maura frowned at me. "Stop being ridiculous. It would be naïve of you to think I haven't had any other sexual partners."

"I'd rather just act naïve," I replied, making a "yuck" face at her.

"Fine, then think of me as some innocent woman in my mid-to-late thirties just begging to be taught something by a willing lover, if that's what you'd prefer."

"Maur, I can count on one hand how many men I've slept with," I replied honestly. "Pretty sure you're not more innocent than me."

She frowned at me, slipping off my lap and sitting beside me on the sofa. She immediately pulled her dress back down her thighs. "Should I be insulted by that statement? Are you implying that I'm promiscuous?"

Before she could continue any further, I put my hand up to stop her. "Whoa, hold on. You know that is not at all what I meant. I just know you enjoy sex more often than me. I know you've slept with both men and women. You're a doctor, which means you have an appreciation for anatomy at the very least. But there's no way you can tell me your number is lower than mine."

"Well it certainly isn't much higher, I can promise you. I can count on both hands if that makes you feel any better."

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes," she replied simply. "You know I can't lie."

"Well, sadly it does kinda make me feel better. Does that make me a terrible person?"

"No, I think it's normal for you to feel that way," she reasoned. "Jane, I've experimented a lot, but most of it was on a regular basis with the same partners, and I certainly have never had more than one partner within any given time frame."

"So you mean, like you haven't dated two people at once and had sex with each of them?"

"Exactly. I am very monogamous when I engage in sexual activity."

"Ugh, 'sexual activity.' You're such a doctor," I replied, scrunching my nose up in disgust at the term. "But I'm completely monogamous, even just dating. I mean, I barely ever have time to date one guy, much less two at once."

Part of me then wanted to ask what all she had meant by "experimented a lot" and suddenly I had the image of her handcuffed to a bed, legs spread. I blushed furiously at the mental picture my brain had conjured out of nowhere and had to look away.

"I've tried a little bit of everything, if that's what you're thinking," she smirked.

"Stop that. It's creepy."

"I'm sorry, but stop what exactly?"

"Reading my mind."

Maura quirked up an eyebrow. "I hardly have the ability to read minds. But your facial expression did lead me to believe that you had pictured something potentially embarrassing or 'taboo,' at least for you, considering the conversation we're currently having."

"I did and I hate my brain for it."

"Was it a mental visual of me doing something sexual?"

I groaned and put my head in my hands, my elbows propped up on my knees.

Maura grinned and poked me in my side. "What was I doing?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Come on, Jane. Tell me. I bet I've done it before, whatever it is."

I mumbled, "You were handcuffed to the bed."

"I'm sorry, Jane. I didn't catch that. What did you say?"

God, the woman was trying to torture me. "You were handcuffed to the bed," I repeated slightly louder.

"I thought you didn't like the idea of handcuffs in the bedroom, Jane," Maura stated.

"I don't. Or I didn't. I don't know anymore."

"I don't mind light BDSM. But I think based on your history, those types of things wouldn't appeal to you, would they?"

"No," I replied, and left it at that.

"Including blindfolding – no handcuffs or restraints at all?"

"Um, I don't know. I've never really considered that BDSM. Is it?"

"Well, it is a form of giving up control," Maura pointed out.

"Are you into blindfolding?"

"Yes, with someone I trust deeply. You, for example. I'd probably let you do almost anything you wanted to."

My eyes went wide at Maura's confession. She was so nonchalant about it all. I swallowed hard. "Anything?"

"Almost anything," she corrected me. "But yes, I think I'd be okay with anything you would probably want to try."

I swallowed again, my mouth very dry. "So, like...spanking?"

"Yes."

I furrowed my brow. "Gagging?"

"Yes."

I blushed at my next one, even before saying it out loud, despite that it was a whisper. "Anal sex?"

"Yes."

I scrunched up my face, slightly horrified. "I don't wanna do any of those, Maur."

Maura grabbed my hand to comfort me. "Jane, that's fine. I wouldn't do anything that would make you uncomfortable. I hope you know that."

"I know. But thank you anyway for saying it."

She then looked at me hesitantly, as if she wanted to ask something, but wasn't sure if she should.

I reached over and tucked some stray strands of hair behind her ear. "Yes, Maur?"

"I, well, how do you feel about phallus-shaped objects attached to a harness?" She looked slightly unsure of herself.

"You mean a strap-on?"

"Yes, I do believe that's the popular term for it," she replied quietly.

"On you, or on me?" I asked, looking for clarification.

She shrugged slightly and responded, "Either."

I thought about it for several seconds, trying to picture both scenarios. I'd only ever found mild satisfaction having sex with men. My best orgasms has either been with my own vibrator, or when a guy went down on me, not when he'd been inside me. The thought of Maura on top, riding my strap-on seemed kinda hot. The thought of her using one on me slightly less so. "Hm, I'd be willing to use one on you, for sure. Only a maybe for me, though."

"Did you just picture having sex with me with a strap-on?"

Blushing and looking away, I shrugged. "Maybe."

Suddenly I just felt like laughing. The feeling was bubbling inside of me, wanting to burst out. I gave a quick snort, trying to stifle the feeling.

"Why are you laughing?" Maura asked, concerned.

"This is the most extensive conversation I've ever had about sex," I confessed. "It's kinda weird."

She smiled at me. "I quite enjoy talking about it. I've always wanted to talk with you about this kind of stuff, but you always end those conversations very quickly."

"Really? You enjoy talking about sex? Couldn't tell," I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

Smacking my arm, she quickly replied, "You are so rude, Jane Rizzoli."

"And you are so abusive, Maura Isles. Don't hit me!" I shot back, though I couldn't stop myself from grinning.

Maura leaned in closer. I could feel her hot breath on my lips. "So instead of making out, we talked about sex. How does it feel?"

I fake pouted, my bottom lip sticking out, coming dangerously close to her own lips. "We can't still make out?"

She kissed me quickly and pulled away, standing up. "Mm, maybe later. I'm definitely hungry now."

Reaching out her hand, I grabbed it and she pulled me up off the sofa.

Just hang on a little longer. I didn't think Jane was quite ready for Maura Isles sexytimes yet. Gotta ease her in there!