I'm so sorry about the absence from this story. I would like to explain. I wrote it and within mere hours, another story popped up involving the exact same premise (even television show). I guess they didn't like my version, but it really left a bad taste in my mouth. I'm sorry it took so long to continue, but I had to get over having my feelings all hurt about what happened. Basically, I had to pout a little and get my mojo back. I hope you enjoy. Please review or message me. Thanks for hanging in there with me on all my stories guys.

Jane sat idly on her couch once again. She had never felt like more of a coward in her entire life. Three weeks ago, Maura had drunkenly admitted that the detective was her fantasy. Jane had waited years to her those words. It turned out, Maura was true to her promise. She didn't wish to speak about it again. That morning Jane had watched the honey blonde sleep. The brunette had wrapped an arm around her best friend only to wake once more with her side of the bed cold.

Was Maura pissed that Jane had forced her to admit her feelings after watching some dumb show on tv?

Or was Maura pissed that Jane hadn't made a buzzed move? Jane had wanted to do this sober. She had wanted to tell Maura how much she loved her and kiss her and all that loving stuff, but...

"I don't know what to do, Jo," Jane huffed as her fingers curled around her beer. "Does she not want me for like... a girlfriend?" The little dog only barked as if scolding Jane for being so brooding and stupid.

Maura had accepted yet another date with the dentist. Their usual Friday night movie plans were postponed until Saturday. Jane tossed her head back onto her couch as she started to get angry.

"She doesn't even like this guy." She muttered before the wheels in her mind remembered what a typsy Maura had told her. "To finally stop a man's advances. I hope I don't regret this."

Jane looked down at her phone. She still had forty five minutes before this douchebag arrived at Maura's house. Rizzoli couldn't take another jealous night knowing that her Maura might be in someone else's arms. Hopefully, she wasn't about to completely ruin their friendship, but it was high time Jane grew some balls. If Maura wanted aggressive Jane, then who was Jane to keep her best friend from having what she wanted?

Rizzoli took a deep breath as she stormed out of her apartment door. If there was any way she was going to pull this off, she had to hurry.

JR+MI

Jane stormed through the backdoor of Maura's house. By the time she thought more about what she was doing, all she'd had to do was picture this random dude kissing Maura. Her rage was channeled, but it wasn't fake as she had planned it to be.

"Why Jane, I—"

"Get. Out." She annunciated her heated words. Forks and knives clanked as her outburst had startled Vern and Maura as well.

Coal black eyes peered a hole through this cheap suit wearing dentist.

"Excuse me?" He asked completely caught off guard.

"You heard me." Jane found she was trying not to scream at the top of her lungs.

"Who are you? Maura, do we need to call the police?"

"Do you not understand what I'm telling you? Get the fuck outta here!" Jane charged at Maura's date with such a fury in her eyes that she contemplated hitting him.

"You should go," Maura reiterated as she stood from the table. Her hazel eyes flickering over Jane.

Vern looked back and forth before standing. Jane took his arm and ordered, "If you ever call Maura again, I'll beat the shit out of you."

"Jane!" Maura started to hurry toward them.

"You shut up and bend over the table!" Stunned, Maura's mouth went completely dry.

"You can't—" Vern protested.

"She's mine!" Jane tossed him out the front door. She slammed it behind her. Rizzoli composed herself. She couldn't break her character. Jane found that she didn't want to. When the brunette turned around on her heel, it was slow and deliberate. There was desire and so much love hidden behind the lust. Her gait was slow as she walked toward Maura. "I thought I told you to bend over."

Maura almost sank to her knees. Jane had sent a rush of arousal throughout her body. Her fantasy. Her Jane was giving her everything she had ever wanted. Without a word, Maura swiped the table of all cutlery, plates and glasses. Jane stopped her steady gate as she looked wide eyed. Maura didn't look at the mess, she slowly bent over the table.

Jane had never seen anything sexier in her entire life. Maura turned her head to the side. Her cheek rested against the table as she eyed the detective. Hazel eyes watched her so adoringly, but Rizzoli read people for a living. There was just as much, if not more lust in that gaze.

Jane didn't need any more reassurance than that.

The distance was closed by Jane's hips roughly pressing against Maura's toned ass. Immediately, the honey blonde moaned, "Ohh, Jane." Hazel eyes fluttered closed as she felt Jane's added appendage.

Rizzoli rubbed up and down with her hips before taking a step backward to unzip her trousers. A thick cock plopped free from its confinement. Scarred hands wasted no time in reaching forward to hike up Maura's dress. Jane ripped her panties before the sweet scent of Maura's arousal wafted throughout the room. Rizzoli couldn't take the teasing any longer. She positioned the head of the strap-on at Maura's opening. In one wild thrust, she entered into the depths of heated wetness.

Maura clenched her hands and shuttered against the kitchen table. The size was the largest she had ever taken. With nine inches of Jane buried deep inside her, Maura moaned as Jane finally became her possessor.

Jane pulled back before slamming into the honey blonde once more. Her brows were furrowed as she spoke.

"This," thrust.

"Is what," thrust.

"You get," thrust.

As the pace quickened, Jane gripped Maura's hips to keep her in place. "Do I have to fuck you to make you see that you're mine?" Rizzoli was grunting as beads of sweat started to trickle down her forehead. Her own arousal wildly out of control as she continued to pound into Maura. The only thing keeping Maura from sliding across the table was Jane's firm grip.

"My Maura, my rules," she whispered gruffly with her voice breaking to moan.

"Your Maura," the honey blonde rasped in a pleading voice.

Jane smirked as she lifted Maura at the hips. Her own had never moved so hard and fast in her entire life. It was as if she wanted to mark her territory in places no other man would ever be able to reach. She tilted the honey blonde's pelvis to penetrate Maura at a different angle.

"Jaaaane!" Maura moaned breathlessly. "I'm going to come! Make me come!" Her words were frantic as her body started to tense.

Jane dropped her lover's hips and reached to pull Maura up at the waist. "Oh no you don't!" She growled before pulling completely out of Maura's dripping sex.

"No! No! Jane please! I need you!" Maura whimpered before Jane spun her around.

Italian lips moved swiftly to capture the honey blonde's. Maura hands immediately tangled into Jane's hair. Tongues lapped at one another as Jane's strong arms lifted Maura. They bumped into chairs and Jane found her pants were trying to fall.

"If you don't make me come, I'm going to kill you," Maura relayed.

Jane smiled a devious grin before she admitted, "Me too, but I'm trying to get you to the bed."

Maura kissed Jane again before tossing her head back in a low chuckle. "So now we're chivalrous?"

"Will you shut up so I can be romantic?" Jane groaned as Maura unhooked her legs. The honey blonde slid down her body before tugging at Jane's pants.

Maura then rose to her feet as she turned to unzip her dress. The honey blonde walked toward the stairs before Jane whispered, "Maur, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

The medical examiner blushed before it was her turn to quip, "Will you shut up and come finish what you started?"

Jane dashed toward the stairs as Maura ran wildly into the bedroom.