A/N: The usual disclaimer applies. I own nothing.

Please note that this chapter is rated M, for language and skin on skin stuff.

Chapter 10

Thursday was hard. Jane had only been working for an hour before she began looking for some excuse to go downstairs and kiss her girlfriend. Girlfriend. The word thrilled her.

They had agreed that morning that they were officially dating, but that they were going to give themselves at least a week before telling anyone. If they could make it that long before everyone figured it out.

When they almost didn't make it back from a long lunch, they decided they should probably spend the night apart, and just avoid each other until work finally concluded for the week.

However, they both arrived at the precinct at the same time on Friday morning. Maura saw Jane getting out of her car. Saw her wearing the white dress shirt. Gulped and steeled herself for a long day.

Walking up to the detective, she tried not to stare. But the closer she got, the more obvious it became.

Quickly checking to see that no one was around to overhear, Maura hissed, "Jane—your shirt."

Jane grinned. "I thought this was the shirt you wanted me to wear, Dr. Isles."

"It is. But I can see through it. And you are wearing a pink bra."

"I know." Jane grinned and turned on her heel, heading towards the building. Maura stood rooted to the spot for a few moments, before running to catch up.

"You are an evil woman, Jane Rizzoli."

"I promise I'll think of a way to make it up to you."

They managed to avoid each other for most of the day. Then, at about three in the afternoon, Jane's phone pinged. There was a text from Maura that just read, NSFW. There was a picture attached.

She had to look. She just had to.

It was Maura, all right. Standing with her back to the full-length mirror in her bedroom, she had put her phone over her shoulder and snapped a picture. So the image that Jane got was of Maura's light brown curls cascading over the smooth, creamy skin of her bare back. A bare back that curved down endlessly until it reached a pair of extremely well-fitting navy blue boy shorts.

"Jane! What are you staring at?"

Jane dropped the phone onto her desk with a loud clatter. Frost had snuck up silently behind her. Actually, he could have come in the room tap dancing and she might not have noticed.

"Nothing!" She grabbed the phone and shoved it into her jacket pocket. But it was too late.

"Wait—was that, Dr. Isles?" Frost whispered.

Jane turned a bright shade of pink. "She was just—we were going to—uh . . . just shut up, Frost."

"I knew there was something going on between you two." Frost sat down at his desk and grinned at his partner.

Jane cringed. "Don't tell anyone, okay? We aren't telling people yet."

"You mean, Korsak doesn't know?"

"No—why? He hasn't said anything to you, has he?"

"No, just make sure you tell me after you tell him, so I can rub it in that I knew something before he did."

Jane laughed. "Yeah, okay." There was a brief, slightly awkward silence, until Frost cleared his throat.

"But seriously, Jane, nothing changes. I'm happy for you. For both of you."

Jane felt relief wash over her. "Thanks man, that's cool of you."

Frost grinned again, leaned forward and whispered, "So can I see the picture?"

"Shut up Frost."

Shaking her head, Jane pulled out her phone to send a text.

Thanks a lot—now Frost knows.

Are you not familiar with the NSFW acronym? It means 'not safe for work.'

Yes, I'm familiar! You knew I would look anyway.

Yes, I did.

You are really going to pay for this.

I have no doubt, detective.

The plan for the evening was fairly straightforward. Maura offered to make dinner for them and told Jane she should come over to the house at about eight. After that—well, both women were pretty sure the rest of the evening would take care of itself.

Jane rang Maura's doorbell at exactly 8:05. White shirt. Pink underwear. Ponytail. Flowers. Check.

"Oh, they're beautiful, Jane! Thank you." Maura gave the detective a quick kiss and then headed back to the kitchen. "Let me put these in a vase." Jane followed behind her. Knowing Maura she expected a fancy dinner, maybe even with candles and matching linens, but she was surprised to see the dining room in its usual pristine state as she passed by. When they reached the kitchen, it too was impeccably clean, other than a couple of boxes of cereal on the kitchen table.

As Maura filled a vase with water, she said, "I hope you don't mind—there's been a little change of plans."

Jane's heart sank—she really did not want to go out to dinner, but it probably hadn't been very fair of her to expect Maura to cook so she tried not to act disappointed. "Did you want to go out somewhere? I know a couple of places we could get a table, but maybe not until a bit later since it's Friday night . . ."

Maura set the flowers on the counter and moved close to Jane, putting her arms around the detective's waist. "Actually, I had something else in mind. I'm kind of anxious to get to the—um, main event." Maura looked away, slightly embarrassed by her eagerness. "But I knew we would be hungry, and in need of some energy—so is it all right if we just have cereal for dinner?"

Jane searched Maura's face for any sign that she was being teased. "Seriously?" she growled in a low, scratchy voice.

Maura looked at her and bit her lip, nodding. Her hands tightened on Jane's hips, pulling their torsos together.

Instantly, Jane was on fire. She kissed Maura roughly, making her squeal and take in sharp breaths.

"I'll take that as a yes?" Maura breathed out when Jane finally let her speak again.

"God yes, Maura, let's have nothing but sex and cereal this whole weekend."

Maura cleared her throat. "Jane, you said sex. And you aren't even blushing."

"Uh huh." Jane just stared at her, with a look that bordered on predatory. Maura looked into Jane's darkening eyes and her breath hitched. Blushing herself, she said, "I'll get the milk and meet you at the table."

Jane wolfed down her Lucky Charms as though it was her last meal. Maura chose some sort of organic granola, but it disappeared from her bowl equally quickly. Wiping drops of milk off of her chin with the back of her hand, she caught Jane smirking at her.

"I guess cereal wasn't a very sexy choice," the doctor said sheepishly.

"Maura, as long as you let me lick it off you, I don't care what kind of food we eat."

"Oh, I have plenty of very sweet things that you can lick off of me, detective. Later, though." Maura pushed her bowl away and looked like she was about to stand up, but Jane took her hand and stopped her.

"Maura, before we, uh, get to the main event," said Jane with a smirk, "there's something I want to say."

"Of course, Jane." Maura looked slightly concerned. "If you're having second thoughts . . ."

Jane stopped her before she went into full panic mode. "I'm not having second thoughts. Just the opposite, in fact. I want you to know that I am one hundred percent with you on this. I don't want you to be afraid that after we have sex I'll leave you, or get tired of you."

Jane leaned across the table, taking both of Maura's hands in hers. "Now that I'm with you, I don't feel alone any more. I haven't felt lonely in awhile, actually—it just took me a long time to figure out why. It's because of you, Maura. I feel like as long as I have you, nothing else matters."

Maura nodded, desperately trying to hold back tears.

Jane continued, squeezing Maura's hands. "I just want you to know that I love you, and that if things get crazy or hard, we'll get through it together. Okay?"

Maura nodded again, taking a deep breath. "I might be kind of needy, sometimes," she admitted shyly. "But the more you tell me that you love me, the more real it seems."

"I'll tell you every day—every hour if you want." Jane smiled mischievously. "I'll show you every hour if you want. But no more of this seventeen-days-of-no-talking thing. If you want to talk about anything—us, work, Doyle—or just avoid the subject, I'm here."

Maura looked deep into Jane's eyes and whispered, "I know."

Jane rose from her chair then, and once again the two women were holding each other in Maura's kitchen. There was no question about what would happen this time, however. After a few kisses, each more passionate than the next, Maura pulled away and said, "Race you to the bedroom?"

Laughing and breathing hard, Jane and Maura collapsed on the bed after running down the hallway. The moment their bodies were aligned with each other—breast to breast, hip to hip, thigh to thigh, the mood changed. They clung to each other, desperate to find some way to be closer.

In between kisses, Maura choked out, "Is this really happening, Jane?"

"God, I hope so. You feel so good, Maura. So fucking good."

With a surge of energy, Maura rolled on top of Jane, sitting up and straddling her hips. Leaning down, she kneaded Jane's breasts with both hands. "You know what, Jane?" she said, her voice suddenly sultry," I've changed my mind about unbuttoning your shirt." Without another word, she gripped the collar at the apex of Jane's chest and ripped it open—one, two, three tugs later and the buttons were flying across the room and the expanse of olive skin was Maura's to devour.

Jane was too aroused to even tease Maura about the total demise of her best dress shirt.

Maura kneaded Jane's breasts again while kissing her neck. "Did you buy the pink underwear just for me, Jane? It looks amazing on you."

Jane nodded. "Geez, I'm definitely wearing pink more often."

"No."

"What?"

"I mean, I want to be the only one to see you look like this. Spread out on my bed wearing pink. This," she growled, while raking her nails down Jane's sides, "is for me. You are the most beautiful fucking thing I have ever seen."

Jane's eyes went wide and her mouth went dry. She had never seen Maura like this—never heard Maura like this—and it was driving her crazy. Jane struggled to control her breathing as Maura reached around her back and unhooked her bra. She slid it off, along with the remnants of her shirt. Looking Jane in the eyes, she wet her lips and then bent down, taking an erect nipple into her mouth and sucking on it. Jane gasped and arched her back.

"Oh, god, Maura! So good. You are so fucking hot right now . . . please . . ." Jane moved her hands from Maura's back and tried to maneuver them between their bodies to unbutton her pants. Maura took the hint and slid away, unceremoniously tugging the fabric down hips and legs until the only thing Jane was wearing was a bit of pink lace.

Maura bent again, brushing her lips against the lace and inhaling deeply. Jane's eyes slammed shut as she thrust her hips upward involuntarily.

"Tell me what you want, Jane."

Jane's eyes opened again, and she tried to sit up but Maura pushed her back down. "Tell me."

Jane acquiesced. "Why are you still wearing clothes?" Unceremoniously, Maura got on her knees and pulled her sweater over her head, exposing a taut stomach and a navy blue bra. That was quickly removed as well, and Jane got her first glimpse of the breasts she had been dreaming about for seventeen—no, nineteen—days.

Jane tried to sit up again. "You have to let me, Maura. Please."

Quickly sliding her skirt down her hips, Maura settled herself at Jane's side, and the eager detective rolled over and buried her face between Maura's perfect curves. It was her turn to suckle now; rhythmically she licked and sucked until Maura groaned aloud. Surging forward, the doctor rolled back on top of Jane and distracted her by gliding her fingers beneath the waistband of the lacy pink panties.

"Tell me what you want, Jane."

Jane looked hesitant.

"Anything."

Jane closed her eyes and groaned. "Your mouth. Please, use your mouth and make me come. Please make me come, Maura." Jane breathed heavily as Maura's fingers sunk lower into hot, slick flesh, teasing, sliding, grinding. Then the doctor slid down the bed between Jane's wide-spread legs, ripping off the lace and lowering her head to inhale once again.

"You smell like heaven." Without another word, she went to work, licking and sucking at Jane's slick heat. Jane was approaching the edge faster than she would have thought possible. For a brief moment she considered trying to draw it out, but the surge was so strong she realized there was no sense in trying to control it. She let out a scream as her body stiffened and her hips bucked; Maura pressed hard against her clit, intensifying the sensation of the waves that spasmed through her endlessly. Once they subsided, Maura rested her head on Jane's thigh, stroking the opposite thigh with her left hand.

Finally, Jane croaked out, "Come up here." Maura did as she was told, and curled her body completely on top of Jane's, feeling long arms cradling her. Jane's breathing was still rapid, and Maura could hear her heart pounding.

"Am I squishing you?"

"No—I love that you are small enough to lie on top of me like this. It's perfect. God, Maura—that was . . . I think I almost went vasovagal."

"Well, if you remembered how to say that, it can't have been very good. Your brain should be mush right now."

"No! I think orgasms with you make me smarter." Jane chuckled, and then laughed out loud. "I love you so much right now, Maura, I can hardly contain it. I feel like my heart is going to explode with it."

"I love you too, Jane. And I loved doing that to you—with you."

"Say it, Maura. I know you want to."

She whispered it. "I love fucking you."

Jane laughed again.

"But Jane?"

"Hmm?"

"I've been waiting for a very long time for this and if you don't recover your strength soon and start touching me, I'm going to have to fuck myself right here in this bed and you might find that a little awkward."

Immediately, Jane hooked her leg over Maura's thighs and straddled her lover, grinding their hips together. "Oh, no, we can't have that. At least not this time." Settling her weight against the doctor, Jane began kissing every inch of skin she could reach, until she once again found Maura's breasts. A low, guttural moan escaped Maura's throat, and it made Jane shiver and spurred her on.

"Your turn Maura—tell me what you want."

"Stay on top of me, just like this," said Maura, gulping. "Use your hands. I want to feel you inside me."

Jane moved her left hand between Maura's legs, suddenly feeling a little nervous. She whispered, her mouth dry, "Tell me if this feels okay." She pushed inside then, and watched Maura's face. Her eyes slammed shut, and another low moan reached Jane's ears. Clutching at Jane's stomach with both hands, she whispered, "Perfect. But harder, Jane. More."

Jane pushed in again, and began creating a rhythm. A rhythm that Maura matched with her hips and with small squeals. Her eyes were shut tight in concentration. Watching and listening, Jane began to feel her own arousal rising again, nearly matching Maura's. In fact, she realized, Maura was showing incredible self control while Jane wondered if she was going to come just from watching Maura in this state.

Focusing again on Maura's exquisite face, Jane begged, "Open your eyes, Maura. I want to watch you come. Come for me, let go." With a few final strokes, Maura let the orgasm overwhelm her, lifting her hips off the bed and pressing against Jane as much as she could before collapsing. Jane felt every aftershock and coaxed Maura through before finally pulling out.

Resting her head on Maura's chest, Jane felt Maura's heart race. Looking up, Maura's features showed that she was clearly still gone—in some other place, unwilling to return to reality just yet. Still painfully aroused, Jane reached between her own legs, and gently rocking against Maura's thigh, rubbed herself with her fingers until she felt warmth spread through her and she cried out with relief.

Collapsing onto Maura's chest again, neither woman moved for a long time. Finally, Jane felt Maura gently stroking her hair, and she looked up into the doctor's eyes. "You okay?"

"Mmm, yes. Perfect. So good."

"Is that all you can say?"

"Mmm hmm." Even though she was incapable of speech, Maura smiled the most beautiful smile Jane had ever seen.

"Sweetie, do you think you could come again?"

Maura's eyes opened wide, and her lips parted. "Yes," she said, breathing out and nodding. "Oh, yes."

Jane grinned and went to work.

"Maura, you're staring at Chuck's biceps."

"I am! Females are wired to be attracted to the strongest, most dominant males. It's natural selection at work."

After 36 hours of doing nothing but making love, sleeping, and eating cereal, Jane and Maura had decided to get out of the house and head for the gym at the precinct. It was Sunday morning, and Jane was on call anyway; after a light workout they planned on going out for lunch if they weren't interrupted.

But at the moment, Maura was enjoying teasing Jane.

"You're making me uncomfortable," grumbled the detective under her breath, "stop."

Maura ignored her and looked back to Chuck while Jane turned away, muttering. She knew very well what Maura was trying to do, and she told herself that she wasn't going to take the bait.

Maura kept pushing, however. "Excuse me," she called out, "you have beautifully developed musculature."

Maura turned back to Jane then and said innocently, "What, am I embarrassing you?"

"Oh no, not at all—why don't you tell him he's got a nice ass too!"

Maura was happy to comply. "And a wonderfully proportioned gluteus maximus," she called out, grinning cheesily and enjoying every second of Jane's embarrassment.

"I am never working out with you again."

The workout lasted only twenty minutes before Jane's phone rang—just like that, real life burst their weekend bubble with a Rizzoli family crisis and then the heartbreaking news of a murdered detective. The next time the two women had to talk was a quick stop for coffee before Jane began her interview of the detective's partner and Maura her autopsy.

Standing at the counter and thinking about how suddenly their weekend had gone from carefree to tragic, Maura suddenly noticed that Jane was shaking copious amounts of salt into her coffee.

"Oh, dammit." Jane set the cup down after Maura pointed out what she was doing, and ran her hands through her hair.

"You know when people lock their keys in their car or sprain their ankle, it usually indicates that something significant is bothering them."

Jane nodded. "Yeah, a cop was murdered."

"Yes, but that's not why you're salting your coffee."

Jane hesitated for a minute before responding. She wasn't sure how much Rizzoli drama Maura could take at this early stage in their relationship. It didn't make sense to try and lie about it though—not after everything they had been through and everything they had promised to each other over the weekend.

"It's my brother, Tommy."

Maura nodded in understanding. "I always wondered about him."

"Well, Frankie and I became cops, and Tommy went to prison for hitting a priest in a crosswalk."

"Oh."

"It was his third strike while driving under the influence."

"Your poor parents." Maura's voice was soft, sympathetic.

"And you know, they keep saying, if the priest that he hit has forgiven him, why can't we? But this isn't about forgiveness. Tommy is really troubled, and the more they deny it, the more he screws up."

"You really care about him."

"I just think that we need to face reality—you know what, Tommy needs help. This isn't like he broke his leg and it'll heal."

Maura nodded in agreement. "I'm really sorry."

"Thank you." Jane realized that she was becoming a little agitated—the way she often did when her family was getting under her skin—and she tried to calm herself down. She and Maura didn't need this right now.

"We've got too much to do today to worry about Tommy." Both women walked to the elevators; Jane headed upstairs for her interview and Maura downstairs for her autopsy.

Maura called out, just as the elevator dinged, "I'll call you as soon as I get the results."

"All right. I'll see you later."

"Jane—"

"Yeah?"

"If you want to talk about your brother, or just avoid the subject, I'm here."

Jane smiled softly, feeling a surge of love and affection for the doctor. "I know." She wished she could run across the room and kiss her, thank her. But, mindful of the cop on duty just a few feet away, she gave Maura a look—a look that she hoped told her how much she loved her.

Then she looked away, and the elevator doors closed.

The End.