"Jane, are you sure that this is hygienic?" Maura asked, eyeing the old wooden bar skeptically.
Jane rolled her eyes, "Maur, I know you always scrub diligently and hopefully you know by now that I also clean efficiently, so I really don't see the problem."
"But, Jane-"
"No, Maura. You're sucking it up and doing body shots with me." Jane glared mildly at her best friend, letting her know that she meant business.
Maura choked back any further argument as the detective began shrugging out of her blazer.
"Maura, you kind of have to take your shirt off, or at least bunch it up below your chest, but I know how you are about wrinkles and crap, so yeah... shirt off," Jane shrugged, unbuttoning her own top.
Maura stifled the flutter in her heart and took off her jacket, hanging it on the back of her bar stool.
"I'll go first so you know how it goes," Jane offered, yanking the tails of her button-down from her belted waist. She gestured for Maura to crawl up onto the bar.
After a split-second of hesitation spent giving the battered mahogany the stink eye, Maura clambered on top of it.
"Okay, good. Now lie back and just try to relax," Jane instructed as she came closer to Maura's mid-riff, motioning to the bartender behind the doctor subtly. She shook her head at her friend in disbelief. "I still can't believe you never did these in college."
"In my defence, I was very preoccupied with my studies and I didn't really have a lot of friends," Maura explained, breathing deeply to soothe her racing heart as she reclined onto the bar top.
"Yeah, well, we're about to fix that," Jane promised, trying very hard not to look at Maura's beautiful abdomen.
She failed. The bartender broke her of her ogling when he approached with a shot of tequila. Grinning, she shuffled sideways until she was leaning over Maura's head. "Are you ready?"
Maura gulped, visions of Jane's mouth touching her skin made her legs twitch. "As I'll ever be."
Now, there are a few different ways to do body shots. The most popular is to simply place a shot glass full of liquor on someone's stomach and take it without using your hands. It was cleaner and way more efficient, but the temptation to press her lips against Maura's flesh, to run the tip of her tongue over her under the pretence of licking up alcohol was too powerful to ignore.
She took the shot from the counter and tipped the contents into Maura's belly button, unsuccessfully ignoring the light shiver that ran through the doctor in front of her. Leaning down, she attached her lips around the alcohol, dipping her tongue into the crevice and hollowing her cheeks to suck the liquid into her mouth.
Oh. My. God, Maura thought in staccato. She squirmed lightly when Jane's tongue tickled her, grasping the edges of the bar tightly in her shaking hands to keep from writhing from the simple touch. She'd done her research; she knew that the detective could've taken that shot in several other, less arousing fashions.
The contact vanished.
"See?" Jane said, popping back up into Maura's eyesight. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
The doctor could only shake her head. "Switch?" She asked breathlessly, already slipping off the bar. Live a little, Maura, she told herself as Jane pulled off the rest of her shirt.
Jane hopped onto the bar, actively avoiding a lingering gaze on Maura's assets. She settled down onto her back comfortably and waited for Maura to dump the shot onto her body. What she wasn't expecting was to feel the cool surprise of a shot glass being stuffed between her breasts, held in place with the bra.
She tensed, too afraid to breathe while gripping the bar in a mirrored movement to Maura's own mere minutes before. She wasn't prepared for the graze of Maura's tongue over the fabric covering her chest and felt herself melt as Maura ran her tongue over both of them before the cold of the glass vanished and oxygen shuddered back into her lungs.
A dull thud indicated that Maura had put the empty glass down and then her face was there, right above Jane's. "So how did I do, coach?" Maura asked, a teasing lilt to her sexy voice.
"S-swell," Jane stuttered as she tried to collect herself. And then she couldn't control herself, not with Maura's saliva still in contact with her skin, not with that beautiful, grinning face peering down at her.
She raised her head and kissed her, right there in the middle of the bar, without a single care.
Maura pulled away first, but she didn't move far. She simply slipped Jane's clothes from the stool to drape across her body and grasped the detective's hand, pulling lightly.
Jane fished a twenty from her pocket and tossed it on the bar before following the good doctor anywhere she wanted to go.
Just so happens that they ended up heading back to Maura's for a few more lessons on body shots and perhaps a few other college-age activities as well.