A/N: Thank you all so much for commenting and adding this story to your alerts. Time for more cupcakes. :p

Mr. and Mrs. Isles were on different pages when it came to whom their daughter dated, although she had yet to actually date anybody. What Mrs. Isles wanted for her daughter was simply someone who would respect her, but Mr. Isles expected more from the young men who would someday date his 'princess' or so he called her despite how many times Maura insisted she outgrew the nickname when she was seven. "No dating until you're married"was his first rule, which always made Maura giggle when she was a little girl, but the older she became the more she wanted a definitive answer. "Not until you're married" became "never" until Maura's seventeenth birthday when he noticed that his daughter had yet to talk about crushes.

"I know you'd rather talk about this with your mother," he began to tell her as they were both sitting on Maura's bed. "But you're seventeen now. Isn't there a young man you want to date?"

"I'm attracted to girls," Maura said matter-of-factly.

"Oh," Mr. Isles paused to take in the bit of information his daughter had just offered him. He looked around at the pictures of female athletes taped to her bedroom walls and he realized a lot had changed since the last time he had been in Maura's room. There were no more pictures of Disney princesses or ponies like there were when she was in elementary school. "You like girls. That—that makes sense, judging by the pictures on your wall. Tomboys, huh?"

"Yes," Maura smiled. "Their strength and athleticism is sexy."

Mr. Isles nearly choked after hearing the word 'sexy' come out of his daughter's mouth. "I was happier not knowing that."

"Sorry, Dad."

"No, there's nothing to be sorry about," he reassured her. "You're completely normal and you're growing up and I still think your mom is better with these talks, but hey now we have something in common." The fact that her dad was taking an interest in her life beyond academics made Maura smile. "Is there a young woman you like?"

"There's girls I'm attracted to but none that are attainable and, even if there was a girl interested in me, I'm not allowed to date," Maura said glumly. "I'm seventeen and I've never been kissed."

The thought of some horny teenage girl kissing his angelic little Maura was enough to make Mr. Isles wish he could prevent her from dating until she was well into her adult years, but Maura had never done anything to prove she was untrustworthy, so he decided to lower the age she was allowed to date as an additional birthday gift for her.

"Maura, you're a beautiful girl and—"

"You're my dad," Maura interrupted. "All dads think their daughter is the most beautiful girl or the most talented girl or the smartest girl, sometimes all three."

"I'm not just saying that," he insisted. "You're smart and kind-hearted and beautiful and, one day, there's going to be a girl you like and she'll ask you to some dance or a movie and, when that time comes, your mom and I are going to be okay with letting you go...as long as we get to meet her first and determine that she's a respectable young woman."

She was officially seventeen and able to date and, that night, Maura fell asleep while thinking about what it'd be like to date a girl from school—maybe even Jane Rizzoli if she and Jessica ever broke up. The Jane Rizzoli in her fantasies was always so chivalrous and, most importantly, monogamous; the kind of girl Maura didn't detest because so much of her school's female population worshipped her. There'd be no slew of other girls before her—other girls that Jane could compare her to, not that it mattered because Jane was out of her league, or so she had thought until that afternoon. In less than two hours, she had gone from trying not to crush on Jane to being flirted with in the library to sitting in the passenger seat of Jane's car on the way to some unknown location. Why does she have to be so cute? She lured me in with her dimples and trite poetry dedicated to me and the way her slim-fitting jeans show off the contours of her—

"You're going to love this place," Jane said, interrupting Maura's thought process.

"This isn't a date," Maura reminded her.

Jane tried not to be offended. "Did I say it was?"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Jane shook her head. "I shouldn't have lied to you about anatomy, but there's other subjects you can tutor me in. I suck at statistics. You can tutor me in statistics."

"Jane, you have the second highest grade in the class," Maura pointed out. "Second only to me."

"Second only to you, which means you should tutor me so you'd have a level playing field," Jane smiled at her when they were stopped at a red light. "I'm just looking out for you, Maura. It must be pretty damn boring being so much smarter than everyone else."

"I'm not going to tutor you," Maura smiled. "You don't need tutoring, but you and I should do our stats homework together."

"Together? We'd be unstoppable," Jane winked at her. "And I'm not just talking about statistics."

The same wink that had annoyed her when gestured toward the junior with the cupcakes was now being used on her and Maura abruptly turned to look out the window so Jane wouldn't see her blush.

"You're cute when you blush."

Maura gave her a confused look. "You're not even looking at me. The light just turned green and you're looking at the road."

"Yeah, I know," Jane smirked. "You're just one of those girls who is always cute."

Maura continued to look out the window and Jane kept her focus on the road, not once turning to look directly at Maura even while stopped at a red light for fear of letting Maura see her blush. Should I tell Jane she's cute, too?

"You're cute, too," Maura quickly mumbled.

"What did you say?"

"I said you're cute, too!" Maura repeated louder than the first time.

"I heard you the first time," Jane pointed out. "I've been called cute before but it sounds even better coming from you. I feel like I've been waiting forever just to hear you say that and I should really stop talking now."

"Please don't." But Jane stopped talking until she pulled into a parking space in front of a cupcake shop.

"We're here."

"A cupcake shop?" Maura asked in disbelief.

"You owe me," Jane reminded her.

There was nothing about that particular cupcake shop that made it stand out from the others that were starting to pop up all over the Boston area until Maura noticed the attractive college-aged, twin girls working behind the counter. The moment they saw Jane, the girls squealed with delight in a manner Maura thought was even more annoying than the freshman girls by the lockers and the junior girl with the cupcake combined.

One of the twins reached over the counter near the register to give Jane a hug. "Janie! It's so good to see you!" Janie? They gave her a nickname?

"I missed you so much," Jane said longingly. "How is Boston College?"

"Perf," the other twin responded after kissing Jane on the cheek. "You should go next year. The three of us can get a triple and room together!"

Sharing a dorm with twins who think she's cute and kiss her on the cheek? Is Jane's entire life going to be a Dear Penthouse letter?

"Maura, you wanna get us a table and I'll bring the cupcakes over? I'm going to step into the back to pick up a special order."

Two free cupcakes? Maura complied with Jane's request so as not to make a scene in public, but she was finding it difficult to contain herself. Jane had been so adamant about liking her and wanting to date her, so why was she continuing to let other girls hug her and kiss her cheek in front of her—or at all—for that matter?

Jane returned five minutes later with two peach cupcakes on top of a pink plate with the shop logo. "They usually don't serve these, but I called ahead," Jane smiled at her. "Peach cupcakes are my favorite." Maura noticed Jane's facial expression change. "Maybe we should sit outside. There's a couple of tables out there."

It was a chilly November afternoon, but Maura would prefer sitting out in the cold over sitting indoors with those two girls. "Have you hooked up with them, too?" Maura asked once they were sitting down.

"What?" Jane asked in disbelief. "That's disgusting. Kelly and Kylie are my cousins. We just don't see each other that much because they're always busy with school or at some frat party when they're not working. My aunt owns this place. Their last name is Rizzoli. You can even ask them! I swear I'm not making this up."

"That won't be necessary," Maura bit her lip.

"The reason I went to the back was to pick up the special order that I texted them. Peach is my favorite and I wanted you to try it," Jane continued to explain herself. "I would have introduced you but the last time they saw me was when I was with still with Jessica and it would have been so awkward to explain everything in front of you, so I kind of briefed them on who you were while we were in the back. I wasn't going to be standing next to you and say, 'yeah, so Jess and I broke up because I felt like she didn't really want a girlfriend and I was too busy checking out some hot girl on Instagram to even care and then she caught me. By the way, this is the hot girl.' I wouldn't want to put you in that situation."

"I'm sorry." And she honestly was now that she realized she let her preconceived notions of Jane get the best of her.

"No big," Jane shrugged. "You and I have been apologizing a lot today."

"Our afternoon didn't begin idyllically," Maura pointed out. "You wanted me to have sex with you under the guise that we'd be studying anatomy."

Jane's cousins had made the cupcake with extra frosting just as she preferred, so she began to trace a circle around the perimeter with the tip of her index finger. "Having sex is studying for anatomy," Jane said after licking the frosting off her finger.

Maura looked at the freshly cut peach slice placed atop the frosting on her cupcake and her mind wandered to the anatomy lesson Jane had wanted from her. The sweet juices from the peach had started to combine with the frosting and, in that moment, Maura realized why peach cupcakes were Jane's favorite. This suits her. Jane Rizzoli, the star of every girl's wet dream, had given her a peach and Maura wanted nothing more than to feel how juicy it was in her mouth. "I want my mouth on your peach."

"What?"

"Shit!" It was the most embarrassing moment of her life and there was no chance of explaining her way out of it.

"Maura, it's okay," Jane tried not to laugh. "What if I told you I want my mouth on your peach as much as you want your mouth on mine?"

"I," Maura paused to gather her thoughts. She could either flirt with Jane or steer the conversation in a more lighthearted direction. "I can recall you saying we were done with vagina euphemisms."

"Oh, we're never done with vagina euphemisms," Jane said a little more excitedly than she had hoped. "Also, may I add that you're the first girl I've offered my peach cupcake to? Other girls have asked, but I was saving my peach cupcake for a girl I care about."

"Your literal peach cupcake or your vagina?" Maura asked before savoring her first taste of the cupcake.

"Both, maybe. I don't know."

Jessica had always been upfront about her sex life with Jane, not that she'd ever take the time to have girl talk with Maura, but Maura often overheard the conversations Jessica would have with her friends whether she wanted to or not. She'd brag about everything Jane did, but Maura noticed it was only the sexual aspect of their relationship. Jane would occasionally give her a flower yet she'd never tell her friends about that. Rather, Maura would see Jessica throw the flower in the trash the moment Jane was out of sight. Jane...

"I've done things to a lot of girls and I do mean a lot, but would you believe me if I said I was a virgin?" Jane asked, bringing Maura away from her thoughts. "Or somewhat of a virgin?"

"Somewhat?"

"It depends on how you define it, I guess."

Maura looked across the table at Jane who was now silent for the first time since they had arrived at the cupcake shop. The peach cupcake was as good as Jane had made it out to be and she decided to finish everything except for the peach slice to keep herself busy during the awkward silence. "You don't have to define it, Jane. No girl does."

"Yeah, I know. It's just that ever since Jess and I broke up, I've learned to read girls," Jane pointed out. "I love making them laugh and I love making them come but most importantly I love making them feel comfortable with who they are."

"Do I appear uncomfortable?"

"No, but you feel like you're alone—like you're the only girl who hasn't been touched, so I wanted you to know that I haven't been either and neither have a lot of girls. A few girls have seen me topless but no girl has ever seen me completely naked and I've never allowed a girl to touch me unless it was over my underwear."

"Are you saving yourself for the right girl?" Maura asked. She didn't want to admit it, but she found herself hoping she could be that girl, not so she could claim she was Jane's first. She wanted to give Jane the relationship she deserved.

"I don't know what that term means anymore," Jane smirked. "I'm just waiting for a girl I can love who is going to love me back, who wants me to actually make love to her instead of fucking her so she could brag about it to her friends. I want a girl who actually wants me to meet her friends and go to dances and stuff with me because she genuinely wants me to be a part of her world instead of just showing me off, someone like you. I think it's evident from my crappy poems."

"I said they're trite, not crappy," Maura reminded her.

"You really should date me, you know? I think it'd be in your best interests. Imagine all the crappy poems you'd have written about you if you did. There'd be enough to fill an entire book. Jane's Big Book of Crappy/Trite Poems About Maura: Volume One."

"How do you do it?" Maura laughed. "How do you go from pouring your heart out to me to making me laugh and making me like you even though you tried to have sex with me in the library earlier?"

"Because I'm adorable," Jane smiled. "And I have these cute dimples that no girl can resist."

Maura quickly glanced at the time displayed on her phone. "I need you to take me home, Jane."

"Is everything okay?" Jane asked worriedly. "If I said something—"

"It was nothing you said," Maura interrupted. "I have a five o'clock curfew on school nights. It's lame, I know, but my dad is strict. If I don't get home in time because I'm hanging out with you, my parents will never let me go on a date with you this Saturday."

"But you said no to me," Jane reminded her. "I was kidding when I said you should date me. You're not obligated to."

"I want to. For once, let a girl take you on a date," Maura said as she placed her hand on top of Jane's. "There's just one minor obstacle."

"What's that?"

"I can't date anyone my parents haven't met…" Maura hesitated. "Do you think you could come over after dinner on Friday night? We'll serve refreshments and my parents can get to know you."

"Yeah, no big. I can be there." But it was a big deal to her. She had never exchanged more than a quick hello with the parents of the other girls she had been with and even Jessica's parents weren't particularly close to her. There was a party happening Friday night and Jane knew there'd be girls there who were interested in her, but for the first time she was going to pass on the opportunity to hook-up. She wanted Maura to be her girl even if that meant swearing off all other girls because the girl across the table from her who was currently sucking on a peach slice was all she needed.