A/N: I know I say this all the time but I really appreciate the comments you guys have left me. They absolutely make my day. Thank you for your continued support and, with that being said, I hope you enjoy part two of their first date. :)

Jane had one hand on the steering wheel and one hand holding Maura's during the drive from the coffee shop when she left the Boston city limits and then the Greater Boston area en route to a secluded location that was unknown to Maura. Her parents had expected her to remain in the area around the coffee shop and, if they knew she was currently travelling such a distance away from the city, they'd ground her until the end of the semester, but the possibility of being grounded was the least of her worries at that moment. At age seventeen, Maura had never been kissed and she was about to have her first kiss and her first sexual experience in the backseat of Jane Rizzoli's car.

"Jane is going to show me her cupcake...her vulva! What do I do?" Maura texted her two best friends in their group conversation.

"Lick it, duh!" Allie immediately responded. "Maur you're like an anatomy genius. You know how to have sex with a girl. Just apply what you've read."

"Gross! Don't put your mouth on her!" Sarah added. "Maura she's had sex with like every girl in Boston. What if you get a disease from her? Even if you just make out with her you're still kissing the same mouth that has gone down on like 1430485345345 girls and that's so gross!"

As usual, her friends were of no help as far as her budding relationship with Jane was concerned, but Sarah's text weighed on her mind. Does Jane practice safe sex?

Maura looked up from her phone to notice Jane had driven off the lonely road and onto an unpaved area where her car couldn't be seen by any other cars that might drive by. The area was illuminated only by moonlight and the cold and darkness surrounding them would have affected her more had she not been so worried about what Sarah had texted her.

"Let's go to the backseat," Jane suggested. "We'll have more room."

Jane had already unfastened her seatbelt and opened the car door when Maura could no longer keep her thoughts to herself. "Do you have any STDs?"

"Whoa!"

"What?"

"Really?" Jane asked sarcastically.

"I'm—I'm sorry," Maura stammered. "But you've had sex with several girls." It was in that moment she wished they were still at the coffee shop or walking around the shopping center so she could find a distraction—any distraction—that would lessen the awkwardness of the situation.

"Don't be sorry," Jane smiled at her. "I know I've had sex with a lot of girls, but I do all I can to stay safe. Look in the glove compartment."

On top of the container of mints, envelope of insurance papers, and leftover Halloween novelties was a red zip-up pouch that Jane told her to open so she could see the contents inside. Condoms? Jane carries condoms? There were a dozen strawberry-flavored condoms in the pouch along with a small pair of scissors that Jane kept in a small plastic bag within the pouch so as to avoid any potential tears in the condoms and a bottle of lube. "Jane, what is this for?"

"Condoms are way more accessible than dental dams," Jane informed her.

"You make your own," Maura said as she held one of the condoms in her hand. She had heard about turning condoms into dental dams, but she had never known anyone who used protection during oral sex regardless of how often they were told that STDs and STIs could still be transmitted via oral sex. One of these is going to be used on me and I'm going to use on her.

"They're not un-sexy at all if you use them right," Jane pointed out. "I always start by putting lube on a girl and then molding the condom to fit her vulva perfectly by tucking it in her folds and making it tight so she could feel every single lick. The lube makes her feel like there's no barrier between her and my tongue."

The thought of feeling each and every stroke of Jane's tongue made Maura forget her nervousness and, without thinking, she handed Jane a condom. "Here."

"Maura," Jane laughed. "Maura, we haven't even kissed yet." She took the condom from Maura and placed it back in the zip-up pouch.

"I don't understand you," Maura admitted. And she didn't understand her. "If you didn't bring me here to have sex, why did you bring me here?"

Jane placed the pouch back in the glove compartment and closed it before reaching for Maura's hand. "Let me start by saying I really, really want to have sex with you more than I have ever wanted to have sex with any girl ever before and, yes, that includes Jessica. I'm turned on every second I'm around you even in Stats class. There's the times I fantasize about making love to you and then there's the other times when I just wanna—and now is one of those times but you and I are definitely not ready. The more I get to know you, the more I want to wait." Jane looked at the confused expression on Maura's face. "Sorry. That sounded bad. I don't mean your personality repels me or anything like that."

"Jane!" Maura scowled.

"Shit," Jane lightly smacked her forehead. "That's not what I meant either. The zip-up pouch with the condoms is like my safe sex kit. I keep it with me every time I hang out with a girl because being safe is important to me, not just for my own peace of mind but for the girl I'm having sex with. I wasn't expecting to have sex with you tonight, but I just wanted you to know that if we were caught up in the moment and it got to that point, you'd be protected. I know I've had sex with a lot of girls but I always use protection. The only person I've ever had unprotected sex with is Jessica and that's because we were in a monogamous relationship and we had no previous sexual partners, but even she never saw me completely naked. She touched me over my underwear and she got me off, but it was so limited. You and I have been texting and snapchatting a lot and the more I get to know you, the more I feel as if I'm not going to hold back when we have sex and the thought of that is kinda overwhelming for me. I thought I was gonna go down on you that day I tricked you into studying with me and now we're on a date and the more I talk to you, the bigger my crush on you gets."

Maura was still skeptical. Jane was sexy, but Maura suspected it was more than her appearance that made so many girls want her; she had to have a way with words and telling girls exactly what they wanted to hear. "That doesn't explain why you wanted to take me to the backseat."

"You still don't trust me," Jane scoffed. "I wanted to hold you, Maura. Last night, when you hugged me before I met your parents, I couldn't believe how good it felt to hold you and be held by you and I wanted to feel that again." She reached out for Maura's other hand, longing for more contact with her. "I have nothing but the best of intentions with you and I know it's going to take some time to trust me and that's okay. I promise to always be honest with you."

"Maybe we should get into the backseat, after all," Maura suggested. "We can talk and I can cuddle up to you."

"Nah, I'm over it," Jane smiled at her. "I wanna show you something I've never shown any other girl and, no, it's not cupcake-related."

Jane walked around to the passenger side to open the door for Maura and she immediately felt the cold air hit her. "Jane, it's cold. I'd rather stay inside the car."

"You know that thing I said about trusting me?" Jane reminded her. "This is one of those times." Maura watched as Jane pulled out a couple of hoodies and her letterman jacket from the trunk. "I would never let my girl be cold—or my future girl."

"I'm already your girl," Maura said as she accepted the hoodie and jacket from Jane. "I'm just not your girlfriend yet."

"Yet," Jane stressed. "But you will be someday and I know exactly how I'm going to ask you."

"How?"

"You'll see," Jane winked at her.

Maura felt the softness of Jane's sweatshirt against her skin and the light scent of Jane's Old Spice body spray provided her with comfort. She was wearing Jane's basketball sweatshirt, one that not even Jessica, herself, had worn. Whether it was because she didn't want to wear it or because Jane felt as if Jessica didn't deserve it was unknown to Maura, but all that mattered to her was that she was now the girl on a date with Jane and wearing the sweatshirt that no other girl had ever worn before.

"It's comfortable," Maura said as she put her hands inside the pocket of Jane's sweatshirt. "I've never worn a girl's hoodie before."

"Get used to it," Jane smiled. "I think you and I are going to share a lot of firsts with each other." Maura was going to hand the letterman jacket back to her, but Jane insisted that she put it on. "This is such an odd turn of events. Here we are alone in a secluded area and I'm putting clothes on you."

"You're keeping me warmer than the apple cider," Maura pointed out. "Just like you promised."

"Did you ever think you'd be wearing the letterman jacket that Jessica shoved at me because of you?"

"Because of you," Maura said, sternly. "None of this was my fault. You and I never talked, which means I wasn't the one who told you to constantly look at my Instagram while you had a girlfriend. Even if I would have flirted with you, I wasn't the one in a relationship. The honorable thing to do would have been for you to break up with her if you didn't want to be with her. No girl deserves to be cheated on physically or emotionally."

"You're sticking up for her?" Jane scoffed.

"I'm not sticking up for her," Maura insisted. "When we were at the library, you blamed Jessica for not wanting more to your relationship than sex and partying and, instead of talking to her about it or breaking up with her because you were unhappy, you started looking at my Instagram and, just now, you blamed me for your public breakup. You said the jacket was shoved at you because of me when, actually, the jacket was shoved at you because you couldn't control yourself enough to not look at pictures of another girl when you had a girlfriend who was sitting next to you as you were looking. Also, if you were upset with Jessica just wanting you for sex, why did you have sex with so many other girls before asking me out?"

Jane tried not to look hurt. "Maybe we should go home now."

"We're staying here," Maura demanded. She wanted to be upset with Jane for her choice of words, but the longer she saw how much Jane was hurting the less upset with her she became. She could have prepared to leave as Jane had suggested, but instead she wrapped her arms around Jane so she could hold her close.

"I like our height difference," Jane said as she held onto Maura. "You're even cuter with your head resting on my shoulder."

"I like you, Jane," Maura began. "This is all happening so fast and I just don't want this to be too good to be true. I don't want to give myself to you only for my heart to be broken when you find another girl you'd rather look at."

"I was never in love with Jessica," Jane admitted. "But I cared about her so much and I didn't go into our relationship with the intention of it ending. Things happened, Maura, and what made it worse is that both of our hearts were broken and we couldn't heal in private. Our break-up was some public spectacle and we both kinda became overwhelmed by it. I know she'd throw my flowers and notes in the trash minutes after I'd give them to her. We were shitty girlfriends to each other, but she's seeing some Boston University sorority girl and she parties with her all the time and she's happy. She hates me, but she's happy and I'm happy that she's happy. She has the life she wants and I have the life I want."

"What is the life you want?"

"This," Jane said as she playfully lifted Maura up. Maura had expected her to put her down right away, but Jane wouldn't let go of her until she was able to sit Maura down on the hood of her car. "I'm with my favorite girl in my favorite spot. Ever since I got my license, my brothers and I have been coming here to get away. We just hang out and talk or pretend we're ghost hunting even though this place isn't haunted. I'd never tell them but some of my greatest memories are being with them here and now I'm here with you and you're the first girl I've shown this place to. I just imagined this moment would be different. I wasn't thinking when I said you're the reason Jessica shoved the jacket at me. It was an asshole thing for me to say and I'm sorry she and her friends hate you and I'm willing to do anything and everything to make it up to you."

"I'm your unofficial girlfriend," Maura smiled at her. "You can stop apologizing, Jane. I just want to enjoy your favorite place with you."

"Maura, the one that I adore-a."

It was even more trite than any of the lines Jane had written in her poems but, in that moment, it was exactly what Maura needed to hear. She gently grabbed the collar of Jane's hoodie and pulled her down until she was on top of her. A few strands of Jane's curly hair tickled her face and Maura tucked them behind her ear as she looked up at her. She's my girl, too. As unofficial as it was, Jane was her girl just as she was Jane's. She tucked her hands under the back of Jane's hoodie and t-shirt to feel the warmth of her skin. It was an innocent gesture or so Maura had intended it to be until she realized she had to feel more of Jane. With her fingertips still slowly trailing up and down Jane's back, Maura pressed her lips to hers. The kiss was quick and chaste, but it was her first and she had experienced it with Jane.

"You let me be your first kiss," Jane blushed.

"I'm going to let you be all of my firsts."

Maura had expected Jane to kiss her again, but instead Jane's focus shifted from Maura to her phone. "Hell yeah! It came out perfect!"

"What came out perfect?"

"Our kiss pic," Jane smiled as she showed her the picture she had taken. "I think we look cute together, especially when we're kissing."

"How did you even take that?" Maura asked, but Jane was too wrapped up in Instagram to fully explain herself.

"I'm quick with the camera," Jane said as she tried to decide between two filters. "Didn't you see the flash?"

"I was too caught up in our kiss. Are you posting that?"

"Yeah," Jane responded, still focused on Instagram. "First kiss with my future girlfriend. #mauratheoneiadorea #cutestgirl #favoritegirl."

Maura's eyes grew wide. "You posted our first kiss?"

"Is that okay?" Jane asked, worriedly. "After what happened at the coffee shop and everything else I put you through tonight, I just thought I'd do something to show everyone what you mean to me...and it's my way of saying I'm off limits and my kisses are only for you."

Maura took Jane's phone and tucked it into the back pocket of Jane's jeans. "If your kisses are only for me, you should give me more of them."

"You just touched my butt," Jane smirked. "Nice."

Maura grabbed Jane's collar and pulled her down until their lips touched again. The kiss was slower than the first but it wasn't enough for Maura, so she parted her lips just enough for Jane to slip her tongue inside. I'm making out with Jane Rizzoli! I'm making out!

"I knew tonight was going to be the night I kissed you," Jane began to say until Maura pulled her down again. "I wanted your first kiss to be under the stars and—" She was interrupted by Maura pressing her lips to hers again and placing her hands on the back of her neck so she could gently pull her hair. "Maura, your tongue tastes like caramel!" When Maura wrapped her legs around Jane's waist, it proved to be her undoing. Jane pressed her body against her until there was no longer any space between them.

"Jane," Maura said as she dragged her fingertips up Jane's back until she reached the clasp on her bra. "This would feel even better without clothes."

"Maura, stop," Jane said frantically. "I...uhh...is there a thing called premature female ejaculation because I kinda just…"

"No," Maura shook her head. "There's premature female orgasm and there's female ejaculation, but for female ejaculation to occur, I'd have to—"

"I know what I felt," Jane interrupted. "I tightened up and then it was like a dam broke between my legs. I completely creamed my underwear just by being in between your legs while fully clothed. This has never happened to me before, not even during sex."

The fact that she had caused that reaction in Jane boosted Maura's ego to new heights. "Am I the stud now?"

"No," Jane said as she buried her face in Maura's shoulder. "I'd like to say we should go in the backseat so you could really feel me between your legs, but now my mind is off sex for the first time since our date began. I'm between your legs, you're the girl of my wet dreams, and I'm not even horny. Instead my girl boner is sensitive and my underwear is soaking wet. I'm not a multiple orgasm kinda girl, Maura. I'm one and done. I just—please don't tell anyone about this. I swear this doesn't happen often."

Maura noticed the look of desperation on Jane's face. "Jane, it's okay."

"Shit, this is so embarrassing," Jane said before rolling off of Maura. "So much for Jane 'the stud' Rizzoli. Just please promise this stays between us."

"There wasn't enough time for anything to stay between us," Maura quipped, but Jane was far from amused.

"I'm changing my name and changing schools, maybe even moving to a different country."

"No," Maura said as she removed a few strands of unruly hair from in front of Jane's eyes only to have the very same curls get in her way again. "Your curls aren't cooperating."

"Neither is my clitoris."

"No more euphemisms?"

"I'm too angry with her for euphemisms," Jane sulked.

"I'm not angry with you," Maura said while staring directly at Jane's crotch.

"Are you talking to me or Little Jane?"

"Little Jane?" Maura asked in disbelief. "You named her?"

"You're personifying her, too," Jane said in her own defense. "And don't act like I'm getting mad at her for no reason. Little Jane constantly takes blood flow from Big Jane, which causes Big Jane to think with Little Jane instead of her brain. Like when you sent me that snap of your chest, I swear I forgot my own name."

"What are you talking about?" Maura laughed. "I should give you that anatomy lesson after all, so I can become better acquainted with Little Jane."

"I have to prepare her in advance," Jane responded. "If I creamed my underwear by making out with you, can you imagine what's going to happen if I feel you up or see you topless? Wait, no. Don't imagine that because it's not going to happen. I will be studly and virile and not come after ten seconds." Jane pulled her phone out from her back pocket. "Shit, it's 10:30! Maura, we have to go!"

They pulled into Maura's driveway with five minutes to spare, but Maura wasn't ready to end their date. "I wish I could spend more time with you."

"You can," Jane pointed out. "Your parents said we could do our stats homework together. We won't be able to make out but I'm happy just being around you."

"We made out!" Maura said excitedly. "We almost had sex! How did that even happen?"

"Admit it, you were thinking with Little Maura," Jane said as she leaned in closer to her. "I know we went from wanting to wait to wanting to go all the way, but I think we should take our time and try something new each time we're together...if you want to, of course."

"I want to. I was almost as wet as you were." Maura felt the softness of Jane's lips against hers before Jane placed a trail of kisses leading to her collarbone. She wanted to get her fingers tangled in Jane's curly hair and she thought of Jane's safe sex kit within reach. No, I actually want to taste her. She was so wet because of me. Curfew be damned; she was going to have Jane if Jane was ready for a girl to taste her for the first time.

"Do you still want to wait?"

"Hell no," Jane said in between placing kisses on Maura's neck. "I don't know why I said that. I was fine and now I'm turned on all over again. I didn't even think that was possible for me. We just can't have sex here. We'll get caught."

Just seconds after Jane said they'd get caught, Maura saw the front door of her house swing open. "Maura Dorthea Isles!" she heard her dad shout. "It is five minutes past your curfew and I want you in the house this instant!"

"I can't wait until college," Maura groaned.

"Just be glad he didn't see me kissing your neck. I didn't leave any marks so you should be okay," Jane smiled at her. "I'd kiss you goodbye, but I'm kinda scared."

"I understand," Maura said as she gave her a hug. "Text me when you get home or you can Skype with me. I'll still be awake."

"I will," Jane promised. "I like being on Skype with you before bed. It's like we're still together." Did I really just become that girl? Maura Isles, what have you done to me?

When Mr. Isles started walking toward the car, Maura knew it was time to leave Jane. Wanting to give him as little time as possible to ask questions, Maura rushed over to him as Jane pulled out of the driveway. "Hi, Dad. Sorry for being ten minutes late. I'm going to change into my pajamas now. Goodnight!"

He placed his hand on her shoulder to stop her from going any further toward the house. "Maura, are you coming down with something? Your face looks flushed. I knew it was too cold for you two to be walking around some shopping center. Connie!" he called out for Mrs. Isles who had been waiting up in the living room. "Connie, come here! I think Maura is sick!"

"I'm not sick, Dad," Maura insisted. "I just want to go to my room."

Fearing something had happened to her daughter, Mrs. Isles rushed outside. "Maura, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Mom."

Mrs. Isles examined her daughter's face, paying close attention to her flushed skin and dilated pupils. "Blane, she's fine," Mrs. Isles told him. "It was her first date and she was nervous. Go inside. Maura is home and you can stop worrying now." She waited until Mr. Isles was out of earshot before giving Maura a hug. "My little girl isn't a little girl anymore."

"Mom, I don't know what you're referring to," Maura said as freed herself from the awkward embrace.

"Cut the crap, Maura. I'm not living in denial like your father is. I know what flushed skin and dilated pupils mean for a woman and you're wearing her clothes. Are you okay? You must be experiencing so many emotions right now!"

"I didn't have sex!" Maura shouted loud enough for the neighbors to hear

"And that's all I needed to hear!" Mr. Isles shouted back from a second story bedroom window. "I can rest easily now!"

"We wanted to," Maura quietly told her mother. "But it's more complicated than I thought it'd be. I have a Skype date with Jane in five minutes. Do you mind if I go up to my room?"

"More time with Jane?" Mrs. Isles teased. "Didn't you two get enough of each other?"

"I'll never get enough of her," Maura blushed. "And, Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you for accepting the possibility of me having a physical relationship with Jane. I really appreciate your willingness to talk to me."

After a goodnight hug from her mother, Maura rushed to her bedroom to sign on to Skype, but Jane didn't sign in for another ten minutes.

"Sorry, I'm late," Jane said when she finally signed in. "I just took the coldest shower of my life."