This is a fluff and smut induced one-shot that revolves around two prompts: silence and against-the-wall. The second prompt is in fact self-created, and since I haven't seen much of those Rizzles moments on this site, I decided to give it a go myself :D

So, I present to you my first smut ever. But right before that, many thanks to INeedToGoToSasha-hab for pointing out some mistakes in the first version.

Sorry about any further errors in advance. Now, I hope you enjoy the story dear Rizzlers.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything but a smutty imagination. All the credit goes to TNT and Tess for giving us such a strong foundation to build on.

"Talk to me, Jane. What happened back there?"

"Shh, Maura. Ma is sleeping. Can we please talk about this tomorrow?" answered Jane hurriedly as she shut the front door after Maura walked into her crappy little apartment whose walls were very much paper-thin. Her mum was currently staying at hers, because Maura was having some work done in her guest house.

"You haven't said a single word on the way back. Why are you avoiding talking to me?"

What is her silence a 'tell' for?

Maura wasn't a quitter and she kept staring at Jane's face to tease out an answer. She knew that if Jane didn't say anything now about what had been bothering her tonight, she would avoid Maura even more tomorrow, if that was possible on any humanly level. Maura was aware that something wasn't right for a while, but she hadn't insisted on making Jane talk about it. But tonight, this feeling of distress surfaced so strongly that Maura wasn't going to just give up and go back home before hearing a valid reason from Jane.

"I'm not avoiding anyone, Maura… I'm just a little preoccupied lately." said Jane, trying very hard to circumvent her way around any direct eye contact.

"And why is that, Jane? What is going on? We haven't spent much time together lately, and I thought a double-date would cheer you up tonight. Did he say something that upset you?"

Maura quickly went through the night in her mind to look for clues about what might have possibly made Jane want to leave. Maura's date, John, was an interesting man who was educated in Europe, and they ended up spending a good amount of time exchanging their backpacking stories. The pauses in their conversation gave him enough time to place a few little pecks on her cheek and hands.

Maura didn't know much about Jane's date who was invited by John, and she had the intention to ask him a few questions later after she was done with her humorous boarding school story. But just before they got to the part where both couples normally start speaking together after the get-to-know-your-date phase, Jane had excused herself from the table and said she had to go home with a solemn look on her face.

Maura thought Jane was feeling sick, and they left the restaurant immediately after Maura grabbed her stuff and quickly apologised to John and his friend.

She was wrong. Jane was as healthy as usual. She was driving fast and had put the volume of the music too high in a false attempt to stop any questions that Maura was preparing herself to ask. "Jane, if you want to ditch your date next time, please try not to make me believe you are feeling ill. What happened?"

"Nothing" was the only response she got back from Jane for the entirety of the 45 minutes it took them to get back to Jane's apartment.