A/N-Another unusually long chapter from me. On a side note, you're all awesome for showing me all kindsa review love :)

I'm a broke grad student living at home. So, nope, I don't own R&I or reap any monetary benefit from the show or this fanfic...

Jane and Maura had developed what Jane would call a pretty awesome plan, what Maura had told Jane was 'efficient time management.' As soon as Jane's parents decided to call it a night, usually some time around 9, Jane would make her way to Maura's room. There'd be minimal talking if any before the kissing started. On the the fourth night, for example, Jane was kissing Maura by time the door clicked shut. It'd been a long, boring day of long, boring shows, during which Jane desperately wished she could go back to Maura's room and be in that heavenly bed having heavenly sex with Maura and her heavenly body. And having those thoughts on repeat for a whole day had naturally generated more than a few steamy daydreams.

As Jane kissed Maura, she realized that something was different about the woman. Usually Maura dressed in clothes that would be easy enough for Jane to get off of her. One time, she'd been wearing a loose, flowy designer sundress over her bikini for their hot tub date, and the previous night, Maura had answered the door in just a black silk negligee. Taking that one off had been a special treat. On this night though, Maura had dressed in a way that would make undressing a bit more time consuming. She was more dressed up too, wearing a deep purple, fitted dress. The thing was gorgeous on Maura, fit her body perfectly and went well with her skin tone and all; it just didn't give Jane the kind of access she'd grow accustomed to.

"I was thinking," Maura said, pushing Jane's shoulder's so that their bodies were a few inches apart. "That we should do something different tonight."

Jane raised her eyebrows as she pulled Maura's hips up against her body.

"Is this where I find out that you have some kind of super kinky fetish or something?" Jane asked. "Or you want me to dress up so that we can play 'naughty nurse, good doctor'?"

Maura laughed, and though she pushed Jane away, Jane couldn't find it in herself to be too pissed, because she liked making the other woman laugh. Jane liked making anyone laugh, but Maura's laugh was so sincere, never forced or fake or obnoxious. It was just nice to be around someone like that for a change.

"No,and though role playing is a common, healthy sexual activity, I find the naughty nurse trope a little...overdone," Maura said. "I have other, more...unusual fantasies."

Damn, what Jane wouldn't give to know what those fantasies were, because if the look that flitted across Maura's face was any indication, they were super hot.

"Care to share?"

"Not at the moment, no," Maura said simply, as if Jane had just asked if she had cash on her or something equally mundane. She stepped aside and moved so that she was standing in front of the door, forcing Jane to turn and face her. "I think we should go out tonight."

"Out? Like in public?"

"I'm not sure how one would go out in private, so, yes, we would be going into a public setting, likely the late night club they have a few floors down," Maura said. "What do you say?"

Maura rested her hand on the door handle as if she expected Jane to agree readily to go into a public place, a place where they would have to exist in the same space for a few hours without taking each other's clothes off. That was definitely something new, but not the something new Jane had been hoping for.

"I say I'd rather stay here and find out what those unusual fantasies are," Jane said.

"We'll have time for that later," Maura said reasonably. "Besides, as pleasurable as sex with you is, I did come on vacation with the intention of taking advantage of amenities I wouldn't otherwise have access to, to do, for lack of a better word, vacation things."

"Sex is a vacation thing," Jane said. "People go on vacation just so that they can have sex all the time."

"True, but we've had vacation sex, and we'll have more of it later tonight and tomorrow," Maura said. "I just think we should get out. Enjoy the nightlife."

Maura was making some annoyingly good points in this calm, rational way that would have made even a stupid reasons sound perfectly logical. Still, the fact remained that Jane had managed to work herself into a walking mass of sexual tension, tension she thought she'd get to relieve immediately.

"Please?" Maura said, smiling hopefully at Jane with these puppy dog eyes. It'd been the first time that Jane had seen the expression on Maura's face, and Jane had to say it was damn effective.

"Ok,alright, fine," Jane muttered.

Maura excitedly put her arms around Jane's neck and gave her a quick kiss, not unlike the second one at the bar.

"I promise," Maura said as she opened the door and looked over her shoulder with this sexy come hither look. "I repay these kinds of favors very generously."

"I'm counting on it," Jane said with a grin as she followed Maura out the door.

Jane had to admit that the place wasn't horrible or anything. The lights were dimmed and some colored spot lights illuminated the dance floor while the DJ pumped some really danceable songs over the speakers. With how loud those beats were and how dim the lights were, the place clearly wasn't built for conversation, but it also offered an ideal setting for sexy dancing and Jane was all about sexy dancing, particularly if she'd get to watch Maura do the sexy dancing.

Maura, however, walked past the dance floor, taking Jane's hand as they approached a tall, lanky man standing by a frosted glass door trying to look like a tough guy body guard.

"Can I help you?" the man asked without uncrossing his arms.

"Isles for two," Maura said.

The man, who seemed to Jane like the perpetually pissed off type, immediately smiled and opened the door for them.

"Right this way, ladies," he said gesturing for Jane and Maura to go ahead of him.

Maura nodded politely and went in ahead of Jane. The club may have been nice, but this room was positively luxurious by comparison. A cushy, blue oversized sofa to match the rest of the club's decor was pushed against the wall facing where the club would be, and the lights were dimmed, but in a softer, more subtle way; there was an almost imperceptible bluish haze to the room, just enough to make Jane feel like everything was a little bit calmer. The place was without a doubt made for people who had about six figures more than Jane did in the bank.

When Jane thought that things couldn't get possibly any cooler, the guy pulled aside a tapestry on the wall facing the sofa to reveal a floor to ceiling blue tinted window that looked out onto the dance floor. They were set back enough that they didn't attract too much attention, but close enough that they could still take in the atmosphere and enjoy the music, which was a bit muffled by the glass, just enough that they'd be able to carry on conversation.

"You may open and close the shade at any time," the guys said, then as he gestured to the table in front of the sofa. "The bottle service you ordered will be coming in very shortly, Doctor Isles. My name is Gerald if you need anything."

After Gerald left, Maura took a seat on the sofa, crossing her legs at the ankle in this very ladylike way that she had as she looked around the room. Jane was a little less nonchalant about the whole thing; she stood at the window and looked out over the dance floor and realized that the room was made and situated to make the occupants feel as though they were in charge, overlooking the club like some big shot mogul or something.

"This is awesome," Jane said as she turned back to Maura, who grinned broadly at Jane's approval. "Never been somewhere so fancy before."

"I thought you might enjoy a little something different," Maura said, patting the spot next to her for Jane to come sit. Jane strode back across the room to fling the shade shut before joining Maura on the sofa.

"There we go," Jane said, sitting close to Maura as she put her arm on the couch behind the other woman, letting it rest lightly on Maura's shoulder. Maura scooted a little closer and rested a hand on Jane's leg. Jane was actually enjoying herself, especially the part where Maura's hand was rubbing circles on her thigh, moving up a little more each time.

But there was one thought that occurred to her that was taking away some of the enjoyment. It had started as a passing thought, but Jane's curiosity got the better of her.

"Wait, hold on," Jane said. Maura pulled her hand back quickly. "You ordered bottle service?"

"Yes, that is what Gerald just said," Maura said.

"But you only convinced me to come less than an hour ago," Jane said. "You reserved the bottle service before you knew I'd agree to come along."

"I knew you wouldn't say no," Maura's voice softened and she leaned closer to Jane, running her hand though Jane's hair before resting it on her neck. "I have my ways."

Jane might've kissed Maura in that moment; hell, the woman was certainly close enough that it wouldn't take too much effort. And she very likely would've had the bottle service girl not entered carrying a tray with strawberries, two empty champagne flutes and a very, very expensive looking bottle of champagne.

The girl smiled at Jane and Maura as she place the tray down, uncorked the bottle, and carefully poured the glasses in this very particular way, holding each glass at the same exact angle each time.

"I must say, an excellent choice to start the evening, Dr. Isles," the woman said with a noticeable French accent. She set the bottle in the ice bucket Jane just realize was set off to the side of the sofa. "If you would like anything at all, please do not hesitate to use the call button located by the door. My name is Jacqueline."

"Thank you," Maura said, smiling kindly as she opened the small purse slung over her shoulder. She took out a few bills, and folded them in half so that Jane could only see a twenty wrapped around the outside. "For your service this evening."

If the woman's reaction to the tip in her hand was any indication, those other bills definitely weren't one dollar bills.

"Thank you very much," she said,pocketing the money as she smiled yet again at Maura. She took a step back towards the door. "Anything at all, just let me or Gerald know."

Then she was gone, and it was quiet. Or as quiet as a private room in a club could be. Which was a lot quieter than Jane expected. They hadn't really had a ton of convo time aside from some pillow talk, but that had usually led right back to sex. Now they were here, and, though the silence wasn't awkward yet, it was going to get there in a hurry if they didn't do something.

Jane reached for her glass, but Maura stopped her with a hand on the wrist.

"Try a strawberry with it," Maura said as she took one of the strawberries and placed it the glass still on the tray. "It gives the drink a delightful aroma and flavor. Though Bollinger is quite good on its own."

"What's it called again?" Jane asked. She'd heard perfectly the first time, but loved the way that the French just rolled off of Maura's tongue, so natural and smooth. Jane could listen to that all night.

"Bollinger," Maura said. She took a sip and her eyes fluttered in a way that wasn't all that different from the way she reacted in bed. "And a superb blend, I must say."

Jane took a sip and had to say that it was really, really good, like costs more than Jane's whole cruise fare put together level of good.

"Best champagne ever," Jane said. She looked around the room and leaned back into the cushions of the sofa as she took another sip. "Man you must have dropped a bunch of cash to get all this. Not sure you should be wasting it on me, all this money, I mean."

"It was part of my package," Maura said after taking a very dainty, ladylike sip. She suddenly looked very interested in the tapestry drawn across the window. The woman had a bunch of redeeming qualities, but Jane had to admit that she was a godawful liar.

"Don't lie," Jane said. She wouldn't need her tough cop interrogation techniques for this one, just some intense forced eye contact, which was made a little difficult by Maura's shiftiness.

"I'm not, I can't," Maura stammered. "I'm a horrible liar. That's why I won't go anywhere with you and your family. I can't lie to them if they ask what we've been up to, and I sincerely doubt that you want me to tell your family that we're having copious amounts of casual lesbian vacation sex. So, no, I'm not lying because I can't lie, not about this, and certainly not about our evening activities."

Jane raised her eyebrows at Maura in the same way she would while delivering a patented Rizzoli "Really?" reaction. Maura was going to have to do better than rambling about mortifying sex conversations with the parents in order to distract Jane.

"Fine. Alright, it wasn't technically a lie. I have access to this room as a part of the package. I simply paid an additional fee so that we could have the room and bottle service all to ourselves."

"Don't like sharing, huh?" Jane responded, hoping Maura would get that she was going for flirty teasing.

"I am an only child," Maura said thoughtfully as she rubbed Jane's leg and took another sip of her drink, all without taking her eyes off of Jane. "Though I had other motivations tonight."

"You didn't have to, you know," Jane said, her eyes landing squarely on Maura's lips, lips that probably tasted really good after the champagne. "It's not too difficult to get me into bed."

Maura laughed her sincere laugh before leaning over to kiss Jane. The woman did in fact taste wonderful, but Jane couldn't do too much about it, since they were both holding glasses of zillion dollar champagne. So it ended up being a quite a bit slower and softer than usual.

"I wanted to do it," Maura said softly, her lips lingering less than a centimeter from Jane's, her eyes remaining closed for a second before she opened them and smiled as softly as she spoke.

And, just like, that the awkwardness was gone. Jane and Maura settled into a pattern of kissing and talking followed by some more kissing and a little groping.

One glass of champagne had turned into a few glasses, which meant that they'd started working on a second bottle of what Maura insisted was much more reasonably priced champagne. Jane had found her pleasantly tipsy place, and so had Maura apparently, because she'd taken to dancing to the music, even opening the shade so that she could 'participate fully in the nightlife' as she had put it.

She danced and Jane watched for a few songs, because Jane Rizzoli totally wasn't a dancer in any way, at least not the kind of dancer Maura was turning out to be. So Jane enjoyed the view for awhile. Until Maura called her over as she did a particularly sexy moved with her hips.

Jane made it across the room in a few steps and Maura took both of Jane's hands, pulling Jane up against her, moving so effortlessly to the beat that Jane just went with it, letting Maura lead, letting her her hands move over Maura's curves, letting Maura do the same to her body. It was downright intoxicating.

Jane kissed Maura, at first just a quick kiss along the jawline. Then one a bit lower, a bit harder, and again. And before she knew it, Maura was pressed with her back against the glass as Jane kissed her. Maura sighed, her eyes fluttering close as this satisfied half smile flitted across her face. Then Maura moved her leg a few inches, pressing it firmly between Jane's legs, though, from the outside, it still looked like there was just some dirty dancing and a little kissing going on.

Still, Jane thought it would be wise to either close the curtain or move back to the room, because, much as she wanted Maura, Jane wasn't really a huge exhibitionist. So Jane opened her eyes and stopped for a second to say just that. But she was stopped by something, or, more specifically, someone she'd never expected to see here.

Her mother. In a late night dance club, the same late night dance club where her daughter was busy making out with and groping another woman in the VIP room.

It appeared as though she hadn't seen anything, since she'd just entered the club, looking very out of place and confused about what she should be doing as she edged her way around the dance floor towards the bar.

"Shit!" Jane said, moving away from Maura as fast as humanly possible. "What the fuck is my mother doing here?"

Maura, whose usually perfect hair was considerably more messed up than it had been at the beginning of the night, looked at Jane for a second before turning around to look out the window.

"Are you sure it's her?" Maura asked as she looked out at the crowd for a woman she'd never seen before. "It is a bit dark."

"Yeah, I'd recognize that woman anywhere," Jane muttered as moved towards the door. She was pissed, irrationally pissed that her mother had managed to find her way into her late night activities. Even when she didn't know she was doing it, that woman found a way into Jane's sex life.

"Where are you going?"

"To give our buddy Gerry a BJ for being such a top notch guy," Jane said.

"Really?" Maura said, sounding surprised, though not at all put out by the thought that Jane was ditching her for the guy at the door.

"No."

"Oh, that was sarcasm?"Maura asked, more curious and inquisitive than upset by the miscommunication.

"Yep. I'm going out there to talk to my mom. You just, you stay here and just, I'll be right back," Jane said.

And she was out the door before Maura could say anything else.

Maura did as she was told and stayed where she was, looking out the window at the growing crowd of people on the dance floor. She'd normally take such an opportunity to people watch, to glean some valuable insight into human behavior by watching people interact with each other. Places like this, places where people let go of inhibitions, were particularly fruitful for Maura's informal 'research.'

This time, however, she was going to have to devote her time to people watching two particular people. Maura watched as Jane walked towards the bar, all attitude, apparently angry at her mother's guest spot in their evening. She almost lost track Jane, with all the flashing lights and crowds, but managed to keep her eye on the woman as she approached another woman, one who looked quite a bit older than the rest of the patrons at Aqua Lounge.

Jane appeared relatively calm at first, if a quite a bit more tense than Maura had grown accustomed to seeing her. She stood very close to the other woman, the one who appeared to be her mother, probably so that they could hear one another. Then Jane took a step back and threw her hands in the air in a gesture of defeat. Her mother's posture was defensive, and if Maura were the guessing type, she'd have guessed that the woman was responding to Jane's outburst. Jane folded her arms over her chest for a second before pointing and waving in Maura's direction.

Maura waved back, but Jane did not acknowledge it, instead she made some kind of exaggerated gesture that Maura couldn't discern. Jane did it again, slower and bigger, and this time Maura realized Jane was trying to wave her over. Maura wasn't sure what to do with that information, since it went directly against Jane's instructions and her own instinct to stay away from situations where she'd be forced to lie.

But now Jane was gesticulating in a way that was drawing attention to herself. So Maura straightened her dress and fixed her hair to make herself look marginally presentable. Then she headed out to the dance floor.

A/N-This chapter was not slated to happen before I posted last chapter. As a matter of fact, this chapter didn't exist, not even in my head, before I read the reviews for last chapter (something that's pretty rare, since I usually outline before starting a fic). There seemed to be interest in Maura interacting with Jane's family as well as additional vacation hijinks before they disembark. So I got to writing this chapter and what will be part of next chapter.

All that to say that, if you liked it, please review it. Heck, even if you disliked it or were indifferent, I still like reviews. Ya'll have convinced me to make substantial changes in the last two chapters, so the feedback really does matter! Also, thoughts on how the Maura/Angela meeting will go?