A/N: The song mentioned in the fic is "Damn, I Wish I was Your Lover" by Sophie B. Hawkins.

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I sat there next to Billy, watching him shovel pasta into his mouth and wondered, not for the first time that night, why I had agreed to go on this double date with Maura. Hadn't we learned that picking up men at yoga was not a good idea?

I looked over at Maura and caught her looking at me. She smiled brightly, then laughed when her date said something funny. I was too caught up in counting the ways I disliked Billy to even hear what the man had said.

Who kept the name Billy into their thirties, anyway? I counted that as reason number forty-two.

Samuel, Maura's date, seemed to be on a roll tonight. He said something else and Maura laughed gaily.

"Hey, you gonna eat that?" Billy asked, helping himself to my dinner roll before I could even reply.

I looked up at Maura again, and she quirked an eyebrow at me. I rolled my eyes at her.

Samuel prattled on about this one time, in yoga class, when the instructor fell asleep during one of the moves.

"I've heard of yoga being relaxing, but c'mon!" Samuel exclaimed. "The guy was teaching a class and there he was, snoring in front of us." If this date didn't end soon, I was going to be snoring in front of them. I gave Samuel a weak smile, then looked back over to Maura, who was still studying me. Please, I begged her silently. Please put an end to this misery. Please.

If she understood my silent plea, she gave no indication of it. Instead she just shifted her legs under the table, so that her Prada-encased foot brushed gently up against my calf. I shivered involuntarily at the contact, and this caused Maura to narrow her gaze at me.

Billy had finished his dinner and what was left of mine, and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. He leaned in to whisper into my ear, but wound up belching quietly as he started speaking.

"You cold, babe?" He whisper-burped. I scrunched up my nose and tried to stop myself from jerking away from him.

"I'm fine." I said, trying not to inhale his garlic-laden breath.

"Let's get you some coffee. And who wants dessert?" Billy asked the rest of the table as he waved over the waitress. "Oh man, those cannoli look terrific. How about a dozen, for the table?"

"A dozen?" I asked, incredulously. The man was thin as a rail but ate like his life depended on it. Women the world over must have been jealous of his metabolism.

"Yeah, you're right. Better make it two." Billy said as the waitress walked away, shaking her head.

"Oh look, they have a jukebox, Jane!" Maura pointed out.

"Oh yay!" I said sarcastically.

"I'll go put a few quarters in." Billy said as he got up and walked over to it.

"Samuel, what kind of music do you like?" Maura asked him, politely as I shifted my chair further away from Billy's after he got up. We were seated at a round table, which made it easier to scoot away from Billy and his breath while he was gone. Maura smiled at me as I moved closer.

"Oh, all sorts..." Samuel started, then began pontificating on the finer points of the music he enjoyed. If Billy could eat, Samuel could talk. And talk. And talk.

I looked over at Maura again and she winked at me. I sighed, and I know she heard it. Under the table she shifted her feet again, and I know this time she did it purposefully, so she could run her foot up my calf again.

This time I narrowed my eyes at her. What was she doing? What message was she trying to send?

I put my hand down on the table in an attempt to steady myself.

Billy came back from the jukebox. "I picked out a couple of fun songs I thought would be nice for our date." He said as he sat back down and shifted his chair right next to mine again. So much for shifting over when he got up. It was a small consolation that when I had shifted earlier, it had brought me closer to Maura.

Rod Stewart's "If You Think I'm Sexy" started playing. It took every ounce of my concentration not to groan out loud.

Maura put her hand on my forearm, sensing something sarcastic was about to come out of my mouth. It sent a flash of something up my arm and directly into my core. She felt it too. She must have, because her eyes darted from my forearm up to my face before she quickly turned back toward Samuel.

"Jane likes to listen to heavy metal in her cruiser when she's about to go in for a bust." She said to keep the conversation flowing.

"Really?" Billy asked. "I didn't picture you as the heavy metal type."

I didn't want to ask what he pictured me as.

The waitress came back with four coffees and two dozen cannoli. Billy didn't even realize I hadn't responded to him because he was too busy scooping up the pastries to put on his plate. Samuel took two and put them on his plate. Maura demurely took one, and looked pointedly at me. I politely took one and set it on my plate.

Maura picked up the cannoli and bit the end, licking a bit of cream off her lip as she chewed. "Mmm, that's good." She practically moaned.

Samuel turned to look at her hungrily and admittedly, so did I. An image of Maura, naked with my head between her legs, as she moaned those same words flashed suddenly before my eyes.

I felt myself start to blush at the thought, and felt a different reaction start between my legs. To distract myself from this sudden development, I picked up my cannoli and took a large bite out of it. Cannoli cream gushed out the opposite end, down the front of my shirt.

"Shit," I muttered, grabbing my napkin and scooping furiously at the cream resting on my chest.

"Aw, what a waste." Billy said sadly.

"Oh Jane, let me help you with that." Maura said as she picked up her own napkin and leaned over to start rubbing it against my chest. I gasped. Her hand, even wrapped in a napkin, should not be touching me there. It was a completely innocent gesture, but I couldn't stop the reaction I was having to it. I couldn't even wonder why I was having this reaction because the reaction was so intense that I couldn't think.

That's not true. I could think. But the thinking I was doing was centered on Maura's hands, and her lips, and oh god that visual of my head between her legs from before was back now too.

Maura began to pull her hand away and as she did so, she could clearly see my nipples harden through my shirt. She looked up at me quickly.

"Oh, you even have some cream here-" she said, swiping her finger gently across my bottom lip. She looked me right in the eyes as she put her finger to her mouth and liked the cream off.

I blushed even harder and shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"Here, have another one." Billy said, replacing my broken cannoli with a fresh one.

I had forgotten he was even there.

The track on the jukebox changed again, and the first few notes of Sophie B. Hawkins' "Damn, I Wish I was Your Lover" started playing.

"This song was quite popular when I was in high school." Maura remarked. "Free your mind and you won't feel ashamed." Maura sang lightly. She looked over at me and smiled slyly as the words "you're the only shoe that fits, I don't imagine I'll grow out of this" played.

"Damn I wish I was your lover..." she sang again, looking right at me. Under the table, she put a hand on my thigh.

I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped up, tossing my napkin onto the table. "Excuse me." I muttered. "I don't think my dinner agreed with me." I bolted toward the bathroom and locked the door behind me. At least the door drowned out the sound from that damned song.

What the hell was that?

What the hell was Maura doing? It was her idea to go out on this double date. It was her sudden attraction to Samuel and his mouth of infinite useless facts that had been the idea behind this date. So what was with the touching under the table and the winking and the seductive stares? I knew I couldn't be imagining it.

Someone knocked at the door.

"Occupied!" I yelled out.

"Jane it's me, let me in." Maura said.

"Just a minute." I said, splashing some water on my face and using a paper towel to dry it off. It didn't help to cool me down at all.

"Jane, are you all right? Open the door."

I flicked the lock and swung the door open. Maura pushed her way in, and in the background I could hear Sophie crooning.

Give me an hour to kiss you...

Maura closed and locked the door behind her. I stood backed up against the sink, watching her. She walked in and raked her eyes up my body. She crossed the small space between us and the next thing I knew, her hands were in my hair and her lips crashed against mine.

I moaned into the kiss, tangling my hands into her hair.

She wasted no time and slid one hand down my pants, into the waistband of my underwear. I cried out when her fingers slid into my sopping folds.

"So wet Jane. Why are you so wet?" Maura hissed against my lips between kisses.

"It's you," I cried out as she started to stroke me. "Oh god, it's you, Maura."

She kissed me again and stroked me harder. I was so wound up that it took me just seconds to come. "Oh Maura," I moaned against her lips.

She pulled away from me and grinned, satisfied that she has succeeded in her mission to get me off. I pushed her away, wiping the grin off her face, before I smiled slyly at her and turned us around, so that Maura's back was to the sink. I got down on my knees and hiked up her skirt.

"I've been thinking about this all night." I whispered to her as I moved her panties aside and ran my tongue from her sopping center up to her clit. "Somebody else is wet." I hissed.

Maura gasped as my tongue made contact again. I circled her clit before lapping at it quickly, not having any intention of drawing this out. Maura pulled my head in closer, wrapping her hand around the back of my head. I redoubled my efforts, and in seconds she started coming. I only stopped when I felt her knees begin to buckle.

I slid her panties back into place and lowered her skirt as I stood up. By the time I had reached a standing position, her lips were back on mine and our tongues were vying for domination.

We froze when someone knocked on the door, and I pulled away.

"Just a minute!" Maura yelled, turning toward the mirror and fixing her hair. She used a wet paper towel to clean her smeared lipstick off. In the mirror she pointed at me, and I realized that I was now wearing more of Maura's lipstick than she was. I cleaned myself up and we both did the best we could with our tasseled hair.

She looked at me before she walked to the door. "Let's finish this at home." She said quietly.

"You don't have to tell me twice." I said quickly, unlocking the door and walking out past her. We ignored the shocked look on the woman's face that waited outside and returned to the table.

"I'm sorry boys, but I have to call it a night. Something didn't agree with me. Maura's going to drive me home."

"Oh, that's too bad." Samuel said.

"Do you mind if I take the rest of these cannoli home with me?" Billy asked.

"Go right ahead." Maura said as she reached into her purse for some cash.

"Oh no, that's all right. We've got this." Samuel said as he looked at Billy for confirmation. Billy just shrugged as he shoved another cannoli in his mouth.

"Thanks." I said as I turned quickly and headed for the door.

"Thanks." Maura repeated and chased quickly after me.

"I'll call you!" Samuel yelled after us. Neither of us bothered to reply.