And you don't wanna sleep with me

Chapter 7- Tell The World (in small steps)

Rating: M
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
A/N: This chapter is set about two weeks after the 6th one.

Boston PD Homicide Bullpen

Detective Barry Frost was sitting at his desk writing something on a piece of paper when one of his coworkers walked into the room. "Whatcha doin' there, kiddo?"

"None of your business, old man." Frost quickly tried to hide the piece of paper between some case files, but Sergeant Detective Vince Korsak snatched it from his younger colleague's hand and read what was written on it. "'Get 'em into bedroom & lock door'? Anythin' you wanna tell me?"

"Well, this is about Jane and Dr Isles..." Frost started, only to be interrupted by Korsak snorting, "Ya wanna get the two of 'em into your bedroom? Good luck with that..."

"What? Hell no! I'm trying to think of ways to make a match between those two 'cause everyone can see the crush they have on each other, but they just don't realize it."

Instead of replying, Korsak looked down on the piece of paper again. "'Get 'em really, really drunk'? Seriously?"

Frost shrugged: "Why not?"

"Well, that might work with Jane, but can ya imagine the doc drinkin' more than a few glasses of her fancy wine?"

The younger Detective crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Got any better ideas?"

Korsak grabbed a pen and scribbled something on the list, then put it back down on his coworker's desk for Frost to read. "'Make Rizzoli jealous'? I kinda like my balls..."

"Then make sure she doesn't find out it was your idea..."

Maura's house, a few hours before

Jane opened her eyes, checked the alarm clock on the bedside table and groaned. Six fuckin' a.m., way too early to wake up. And I was havin' such a nice dream, too... Putting a forearm across her eyes, she waited for sleep (and perhaps her dream) to come back, but something was keeping her awake. Something warm, soft and somewhat... tingling. A quick peek underneath the blanket confirmed Jane's suspicions: "Maura."

The owner of the blonde tresses that were currently fanned out against Jane's lower stomach and thighs gave a slight chuckle, the vibrations coaxing a low moan from the Detective. "Good morning to you, too."

"Shit, this is real? Thought I was just dreamin'..."

Another chuckle. "Am I really that good at this?"

"Maura... stop... teasing... Fuuuck." Jane's body went rigid for a moment before shaking violently as she reached her peak.

"Wow," the Detective stated after taking a few calming deep breaths. "That's one nice way of wakin' up... What, uhm, d'you want?"

"Don't worry, I've already climaxed," Maura assured her, causing Jane's eyebrows to twitch up: "You came just from goin' down on me?"

"Almost."

"Almost?"

"I came from going down on you and touching myself combined."

The thought of her girlfriend pleasuring herself instantly had Jane hot and ready again. "How about we call in sick and spend today in bed makin' love?" she suggested, her voice extra raspy because its owner had only just waken up.

"A tempting idea..." Maura untangled herself from the sheets. "But as you know, we're stuck in the middle of a case." With that, she practically hopped out of bed and swaggered off towards the bathroom, leaving a groaning Detective behind. Fuck, I've never understood early mornin' people like her...

"Jane? Are you coming?"

"Wish I was," Jane called back. Maura smiled, even though her girlfriend couldn't see her at the moment. "I wondered if you wanted to come take a shower with me."

Now that was a question that had Jane fully awake in an instant. Kicking away the blanket, she hopped out of bed (not quite as elegantly as Maura had done a few minutes before, but the movement served its purpose) and literally sprinted to the bathroom, not even bothering to knock before bursting into the room.

Thirty minutes and five orgasms later, Maura and Jane were sitting at the breakfast table and restocking the calories they'd burned during their nighttime and early morning activities.

"You know we can't keep this a secret forever", the M.E. remarked after finishing her first slice of toast.

"Huh?" There wasn't enough caffeine in Jane's system yet for her brain to work properly.

"The fact that we're together now, not 'just' best friends anymore."

"Oh... yeah, right. Who d'you think we should tell first?"

"Well, I did some Internet research-"

"Of course you did," Jane muttered into her coffee mug-

"-and apparently, in most cases, the first people homosexual teenagers come out to are their parents."

Jane resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Maura. First, we aren't teens anymore, and second, we're absolutely not gonna tell my mother first 'cause she'll pass it on to the neighbors, the entire Boston PD and God knows who else in less than two hours."

"We could ask her not to tell anyone."

"In that case, make it less than one hour till everyone knows about us." Jane reached out to take her girlfriend's hand. "Rizzoli family 101: Never ever trust my mother's ability to keep a secret."

Maura filed that information away to some place in her big brain before asking, "What about your brothers?"

"Huh... I think Frankie'd take it well- guess he wouldn't be too surprised after all, he probably knew I had a crush on you before I knew it myself. Speaking of crushes, I'm pretty sure Tommy still has one on you, so he might get jealous... Why can't we just 'accidentally' get caught kissin', anyway?"

"Because we've agreed on not having any sex at work."

"But kissing isn't real sex," Jane argued.

"Kissing between us tends to turn into 'real sex' pretty fast," Maura countered.

Jane crossed her arms over her chest and huffed a little. "Okay. Fine. We'll start with Frankie. Any idea who should be told next, Dr Smartypants?"

Maura was about to reply when the doorbell rang.

A/N: Cliffhanger! Yeah, I know I'm mean :-) But I'll try to publish chapter 8 ASAP. Promise :)