A/N: Sorry if this is a bit explicit for a T rating. Maybe I should up the rating to M? :p

Jane had hoped for another snow day so she could spend it with Maura, but when she looked out of her bedroom window the next morning, she noticed some of the snow had already melted. Refusing to give up hope, she decided to check the weather forecast on her phone and, much to her disappointment, there wasn't going to be another snow day that week.

After showering, Jane scoured her closet for something to wear. Her usual Patriots or Red Sox hoodies wouldn't do, so she decided on a blue and green plaid flannel button-up shirt and some dark denim skinny jeans. Although there were only a few minutes left for her to get dressed and eat breakfast, Jane decided to have some fun with Maura. She put her flannel on and, rather than buttoning it, she decided to send a snap to Maura of herself with an open shirt and nothing but her bra on underneath.

Less than a minute later, she noticed Maura had screenshotted her picture. "You screenshotted that?" she asked her via text message.

"You knew I would."

"How's Little Maura?"

"Little Maura is making breakfast with my parents incredibly awkward."

Jane had planned on sending a more revealing snap of herself, but the thought of Maura receiving it while having breakfast with her parents made her change her mind. At least she has her phone back today.

"I'll pick you up in half an hour," Jane responded via text before going downstairs to the kitchen.

Her brothers were already scarfing down sugary cereal when Jane arrived but, instead of joining them, she grabbed a banana from the bowl of fruit on the countertop.

"You have to eat more than that," her mom began to lecture her.

"I'm in a hurry," Jane responded. "At least this is healthier than the cereal we have."

"I gotta go, too. Bye, Ma," Frankie said after finishing the last spoonful of his cereal.

"And where are you going?" Angela asked. "I thought Janie was taking you to school."

"I'm going with Chucky," he informed her. Frankie's friend Chucky lived down the street, so it wasn't exactly a long walk to his house, but Jane was still grateful that her younger brother understood her situation and was willing to give her some time alone with Maura on the way to school.

"Janie, you're supposed to take him," Angela reminded her daughter. "One of the reasons we let you have your own car is so you drive yourself and your brother to school."

"No way," Frankie intervened. "Chucky just fixed his dad's old Camaro. I'd rather go to school in that than Jane's car."

Jane was about to become defensive until she remembered why Frankie was acting that way. "I owe you," she mouthed to him.

"She just wants Frankie to go with someone else so she could hook up with Maura the Whore-a before school," Tommy said to Angela.

"Who is this Maura the Whore-a?" Angela asked. "I don't know if I want you mixed up with a girl like that, Janie."

"She's the sluttiest girl in school," Tommy pointed out. "I hear she does just about anything and anyone."

Jane wanted nothing more than to lunge at him. "Go to hell, Tommy. You know nothing about her."

"Thomas, you will not talk about girls that way," Angela lectured him before turning to Jane. "And, as for you, young lady, why haven't I met this new girl you're dating?"

"You've only met one of the thousand girls Jane has been with," Tommy muttered.

"Tommy," Jane glared at him. "How is that D in algebra? You should really be studying instead of reblogging all of those naked girls onto your Tumblr."

With that being said, Jane left a frightened Tommy to deal with Angela's wrath. She figured Tommy found out about Maura's cruel nickname through some social media app, but why that rumor would even spread to his junior high school was beyond her.

Unlike snow days, there were no restrictions placed on Jane's driving the day after snow days, but her parents always warned her to drive slower, so she decided to set out for Maura's house a few minutes earlier to avoid being late to school. When she noticed Mr. Isles's car was still in the driveway, Jane was faced with a dilemma: walk to the front door and say good morning to Maura's parents like a polite young woman or text Maura to meet her outside so she could avoid Mr. Isles, entirely. The second option was far more appealing to Jane, but she knew Mr. Isles's opinion of her would become even less favorable, so she decided to gather up the nerve to go to the front door.

Jane felt her heart drop when Mr. Isles answered the door. "Hey, Sport. Maura's almost finished getting ready. Come in." What? Is this an alternate universe? Where's the real Mr. Isles?

Jane took a seat on the living room sofa and distracted herself with her phone while the Isles family went about their morning routine upstairs. She took notice of how peaceful mornings were at their house and she couldn't help imagining the Rizzoli household would be the same if her parents had decided not to have any more children after she was born. Or maybe it's because Maura wakes up with plenty of time to get ready while me and my brothers wait until the last possible minute.

Mr. Isles was the first to leave, followed shortly by Mrs. Isles, leaving Jane alone in the house with Maura. All alone in this house with a hot, sexually frustrated girl. This has to be a trap. It's either a trap or the chance to live out everything I've ever fantasized about doing to her.

Jane listened carefully for the sound of cars leaving the driveway before she went upstairs to Maura's bedroom. She was prepared to see Maura in some lacy garment, but instead she was wearing a pair of jeggings and Jane's basketball hoodie.

"This is good, too," Jane accidentally said out loud.

Maura grabbed a tube of nude lipstick and placed it in her backpack. "What?"

"Sorry," Jane smacked her forehead. "You're just wearing a lot more clothes than I was expecting."

"What were you expecting?"

"I was expecting you to be naked and...ready for me to taste your peach cupcake."

"I'm always ready for that, especially after that snap you sent me."

"By some miracle, we're alone in your room, there's a bed―"

"I need to get to school," Maura interrupted her.

"I don't want to go," Jane admitted. "Even if we don't do anything―not even kiss―I still don't want to go. I'm trying to keep in mind everything your parents said, but there's a part of me that thinks it's easier for them because they're looking back on it. It's all in hindsight and we―especially you―are the ones going through it right now."

"They have it easy now," Maura agreed. "They get to wake up next to each other, spend the day in the careers they've always wanted, and fall asleep next to each other every night. Nobody is calling my mom any horrible names. She's past the crying."

Jane let go of the doorknob on Maura's bedroom door that she had been gripping and walked over to Maura. "You will be, too," she said as she hugged her. "Maybe we'll be like them someday and have a family and I'll get to make life hell for the poor bastard our future daughter dates."

She expected Maura to rest her head on her shoulder and to smell the scent of Maura's body spray. What it was, Jane had never gotten around to asking, mainly because she didn't want to become the type of girl who bought the same body spray her girlfriend used for the sole purpose of spraying it on her pillow whenever she missed her.

Instead, Maura began to kiss her―gently at first―but that didn't last long once Jane hooked her fingers around the front belt loops on Maura's jeggings and pulled her as close to her as she could. "I want you," Maura whispered in her ear.

The thought of finally getting to have Maura sent chills all over Jane's body, but with less than half an hour until school started and the eagerness Maura showed to get there just moments ago, made Jane wonder if they should stop. "We'll miss first period," Jane reminded her.

"I don't care. Our parents won't be notified unless we miss two or more classes."

It was a school policy that Jane had completely forgotten about. "But you said you wanted to go earlier."

"I changed my mind―you changed my mind."

Jane was confused. "I didn't do anything."

"Yes, you did." Maura began to kiss her neck. "I like when you talk about our future together. You make me feel as if you'll always want to be with me."

"I can talk about our future more often if it means I'll get kissed like this," Jane said to add some levity to their conversation, but Maura paid little attention to what Jane said as she began to bite her neck. "Ow! Why didn't you tell me you were a vampire?"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Do you think it'll leave a mark?"

"I hope it does," Maura smiled. "Everyone will know what I did to you."

Jane pulled away from her. "This isn't about that nickname, is it? I've already told you, Maura, I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything because of them."

Maura slowly began to unbutton Jane's shirt. "This isn't about them. It's about that thing you like."

"I'm so sick of that," Jane scoffed. "What are they even talking about? What is this thing I like? All these girls swear there's something in particular that I like―something they'll do―but I don't even know what it is. That thing I like doesn't exist. I just like sex, in general." When Maura raised her eyebrow, Jane realized what she had just said. "I mean, I'm just going to like sex with you."

Maura ran her fingertips along Jane's sides, making Jane's entire body tingle. "When we were at the cupcake shop, you told me you like making girls come. How about letting a girl make you come? Not above your jeans and not above your boxer briefs. Just me tasting you."

"I―I don't have any condoms in my backpack," Jane said nervously. "They're in the car. I can go get them."

"We don't need them," Maura insisted. "I don't want to taste flavored latex. I want to taste you."

Countless times, she had seen the way girl's responded to oral sex―the way they gripped the sheets or dug their nails into her back when they came. It was in those moments that Jane felt girls were at their most vulnerable. Some apologized for not being completely shaven and some who were completely shaven would still ask if that was okay with her. Jane didn't have a preference, but regardless if a girl was shaven or unshaven, Jane would tell them that the way they were was her preference just so she could make them feel better about themselves. It bothered Jane that guys expected their genitals to be worshipped regardless of their grooming habits while girls were made to feel as if there was something shameful about theirs. Spreading their legs for her and exposing their most private parts to her made even some of the most confident, popular girls feel vulnerable, so Jane made it appoint to make them feel sexy and desirable with every single lick. She didn't ask for them to reciprocate―in fact, she'd rather they didn't because she was saving that feeling for a girl she really cared about―but there times when going down on a girl was enough to make Jane orgasm.

It was the moment Jane had fantasized about, but had been too hesitant to experience. For the first time, she was going to relinquish control during a sexual act; a girl was going to be in control of her sexual pleasure and that girl was Maura who was already getting down on her knees for her.

"Do you want me to?" Maura asked, waiting for permission before she unbuttoned Jane's pants.

Jane just closed her eyes and nodded in anticipation of the first time a girl would ever see her naked from the waist down. She began to feel insecure―just as she imagined almost every girl had felt before she went down on them―but her insecurities soon faded when Maura delicately kissed her clit. "You're experiencing clitoral tumescence and vaginal lubrication," she said as she looked up at Jane.

What the? "This isn't the time for an anatomy lesson," Jane said jokingly. "And I'm never not wet when I'm around you."

She tried not to, but Jane worried about the way she tasted, whether Maura was enjoying it, and if she felt as if being on her knees was demeaning. "I like being on my knees for you," Maura reassured her. "I also like the way you taste...if you'd actually let me focus on tasting you instead of asking questions."

"Sorry," Jane said sheepishly.

"Don't be sorry," Maura responded. "I know I'm the first girl to do this to you."

Jane stopped asking questions and she soon lost herself in the movement of Maura's tongue. She had never before experienced anything so pleasurable and so intimate and the sight of Maura touching herself heightened the experience for her. It was a sensory overload for Jane―Maura with her right hand down the front of her underwear and touching herself while continuing to pleasure Jane, the feeling of Maura's mouth making a gentle suction around her clit. Jane knew she wouldn't be able to last a moment longer. She gripped Maura's hair as she came, Maura bringing herself to orgasm along with her.

They were at a loss for words and both Jane and Maura were in disbelief of what they had just experienced and how they had gotten to that point. When she was certain they weren't going to go any further, Jane decided to put her boxer briefs and her jeans back on while Maura sat on her bed and fixed her hair. "Can I kiss you?" she asked when Jane sat down next to her.

"You can kiss me whenever you want," Jane reminded her.

"Some people hate kissing after oral sex," Maura pointed out. "Sarah's boyfriend won't let her kiss him after she's performed oral sex on him. He thinks it's disgusting."

Jane leaned in to kiss Maura, the taste of her arousal still on Maura's lips. "He's the one that's disgusting. Anyone that won't kiss their girl afterward doesn't deserve the privilege of her going down on them."

Maura rested her head on Jane's shoulder. "I licked your cupcake before you licked mine," she bragged.

"That's not fair!" Jane laughed. "You caught me off guard."

"Doesn't matter," Maura insisted. "I still licked yours first. You were even juicier than that peach."

"Not as sweet, though."

"No," Maura agreed. "But you tasted even better. No cupcake could compare to your cupcake."

"Are we using vagina euphemisms again or are you comparing me to an actual cupcake?"

"It doesn't matter," Maura replied. "I just can't wait to taste you again."

"Not until after I taste you," Jane insisted. "We need to make it even. I don't mean to sound pervy, but I can't wait for you to spread your legs for me."

"Jane!"

"You started it," Jane said in her own defense. "Now it's going to be on my mind even more."

"Get sex off your mind," Maura smiled. "We have to get to school in time for second period."

"Ugh," Jane groaned. "You expect me to sit through stats class with you and not fantasize about getting you naked? I'm just grateful I'm not a guy right now. At least a girl boner or clitoral tumescence, as you call it, can be hidden."

"Behave yourself and you'll be rewarded."

"How is that helping?" Jane teased.

Jane wasn't sure what the school day had in store for Maura, but once they arrived on campus, she noticed Maura practically strut to her locker. She makes me come once and now she thinks she's some kind of sex goddess….even though she kinda sorta really is.

"Maura," Jane said as she grabbed her hand. "Remember how I said there's no particular thing I like? Well, now there is. What you did to me earlier is now officially that thing I like."