A/N: Anyone who is still interested in this story thank you so much, I know it has been forever since I updated. I lost my inspiration, but I have a few new ideas. I read every comment and if y'all have any ideas as well or suggestions I will seriously take them into consideration. I want this story to continue in the best way possible. If you stick with me, I can't express enough gratitude.

"Would you like to come in?" Maura moved to open the car door without waiting for an answer.

Jane sat for a moment enamored with the saultry tone of the doctor's voice, "wait don't move!" She blurted. Then at Maura's slightly surprised expression she more calmly stated "sorry, just stay there." She got out and (half limp) jogged around the car to open Maura's door.

"Thank you, Jane." She reached up and gave a quick peck to the flushed cheek then stated as she walked towards the house "I saw your limp, are your stitches okay?"

They made their way to the door and inside the elegant house which matched its elegant owner as Jane consider her answer.

"Healing fast thanks to you. I guess you have the magic touch." Jane gave a small smile at the double meaning in her words as she took a seat at the counter.

After giving a seductive smirk, Maura breathed a "you have no idea" and set a glass of water in front of Jane and sipped from her own glass.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment when Maura offered a change in subject "It is very easy to see how much your partners and family love you, I've never experienced a group quite like yours."

Jane twisted the glass in front of her contemplating a serious or joking response.

"What's not to love?" Jane quipped with a cocky lopsided grin, choosing the later. "I'm hardheaded and don't listen to anyone. Ever." She paused feeling Maura's eyes studying her. "I end up hurt more than any person should, as you've seen," she waved a scarred hand over her leg for emphasis "and I always manage a smartass comment at the worst times." She paused once more looking pointedly at Maura "You need better taste in women, Dr. Isles."

Maura moved around the counter and placed herself between Jane's legs. "Those things may be true, but you're also the most protective person I've ever met. The way you took care of the victim's family the other day was beyond me, and I'm honored to witness such an interaction. Your passion for the people you love and your job is priceless, Jane." She ran one hand up a toned arm and placed a finger under the brunette's chin so chocolate eyes would meet hers "Also, I have impeccable taste, you are proof."

Jane pulled Maura closer and claimed her lips in a silent thank you. She slid a hand to the small of her back and buried the other in soft wavy hair and tilts her head to deepen the kiss. A small sigh escapes Maura's mouth as she melts into the brunettes body.

Maura broke the kiss and whispers "would you like to stay?"

Jane's voice is rough with want and desire "Please."

Maura pulls Jane by the hand into her bedroom. She stops at the end of the bed and grabs the bottom of Jane's shirt between kisses "may I?"

Jane gives a short nod. Maura pulls the shirt over the taller woman's head while Jane removes her gun and badge and motions with them "do you have a place?"

"Drawer. Next to the bed." Maura flips off the main light and turns on two bedside lights so she can still see the detective.

They meet at the end of the bed once more. Maura gracefully steps out of her heels putting another few inches difference in their height, and Jane, rather clumsily, unties and kicks off her shoes. Maura reaches for toned abs lightly dragging nails down her stomach leaving goosebumps in her wake until she reaches the top of jeans. She pulls their bodies together once again and takes Janes bottom lip between her teeth as her hands work on the denim in her way. Jane lets out a small whimper and Maura stops remembering the detective's injuries "I'm sorry Jane, did I hurt your lip?"

"Luckily I like a little pain with my pleasure." The brunette grins as she strips the jeans the rest of the way off with little grace causing the blonde to giggle.

Now in a simple lace bra and boy shorts, Jane's eyes lock with hazel, her heart slamming against her ribs. Okay, Rizzoli. She asked you to stay, all you gotta do is stay cool a little longer.

Maura runs her fingers from the middle of the bra down flat abs to the top of boyshorts, and places a single kiss on Jane's collarbone.

Jane turns Maura and pulls her hair to the side, pleading with herself for a steady hand, and manages to pull the dress zipper all the way down in one motion.

Jane's mouth goes dry as her eyes feast on dark red lace lingerie. She moves her body flush with Maura's back as the dress slips to the floor, sliding her left hand across the top of lace from hip to hip pulling the blonde as tight to her body as possible. Her right hand stays woven in silky hair keeping it pushed aside while she lines wet kisses from shoulder to just below her ear.

Maura groans in anticipation as Jane's hand finds her wet center and applies light pressure, stroking agonizingly slow outside the lace.

Maura's patience evaporates with Jane's slow movement "Jane, please."

The simple request was all Jane needed to scoop up the smaller woman and move to place her on the bed. Jane grazes her fingers up toned arms and around to Maura's back before unclipping the lace bra and dragging the straps free. Her eyes take in the flawless skin and ample cleavage greedily while her hands descend to rid all clothing from this gorgeous creature.

She leans back over the doctor and plants a firm kiss to her plump lips. "You are so beautiful, Maura." She starts to work her way down the blondes neck, pausing at the prominent collar bone to place several wet kisses. Her hands skim a the soft skin of a tone stomach and massage firm breasts.

A content sign excapes Maura's lips, followed by a low moan, befote she pulls Jane's face back to hers, "level the playing surface, Detective." She flicks her eyes down Jane's still partially clothed body and quirks a perfect eyebrow.

Her bra and boy shorts might as well have been on fire with how quickly they were off and discarded to the side. Jane gives a small but confident smile, and a chuckle at the doctors incorrect phrasing, as Maura's eyes carefully drag across her body and sends a tingle across her skin. "It's field Maura, level the playing field." She corrects, her voice soft and reassuring, as she places her body firmly over the blonde's once again.

"You are so beautiful, Jane." She returns, noting but not acknowledging, Jane's correction. Soft and sure hands move across olive skin memorizing and savoring every surface, exploring the exposed skin. Jane captures Maura's mouth again showing off what is Maura's near future experience with a skilled tongue. One hand travels down the brunettes body, pausing on a breast, rolling a pert nipple between her fingers. The other hand continued it's descent across shuddering abdominals forcing a low groan out of the brunette. Jane caught Maura's hand just as it reached her bellybutton. "Wait."

"Did I misinterpret? We don't have to have sex, Jane." She moved to her side pulling Jane to lay next to her. Worry creased her features as she thought she rushed the brunette "We can wait, I'm sorry, if you thought-"

Jane flinches at the thought of putting doubt into this beautiful woman's beautiful mind. "No Maura, No." She stammers. "I want to, like really want to." Jane cut off her own stupid words with a nervous frown. "I just wanted to make something clear first." She waited, then gave a reassuring smile, mildly irritated at herself for stopping but feeling the need to clarify her feelings for once in her life. Maura returned a small smile encouraging Jane to continue. "I just want you to know that I don't really do this." She guestures with her hand between them. "I've had one night stands, and relationships before, but I care. Not that I didn't ever care before." She rambled then groaned letting her head fall against her own shoulder. Not cool at all.

"Jane." Maura slipped her leg between Jane's and wrapped up both her scarred hands tucking them under her chin along with hers. Maura's actions were like an anchor keeping Jane from drifting anymore. The brunette brought her eyes back to the safety of hazel.

"I just care about you a lot after such a short time, and it's terrifying and exhilarating, and I don't want you to think my goal was just making it to your incredibly comfortable bed. This is technically just our first date even though I feel like I've known you for a while. But I want to know you, Maura. I want to know the stuff you know after a long time. Like stupid pointless stuff about you." Jane took a deep breath, then whispered "Stuff I've never cared to know about anyone before."

"First thing about me, I like to be on top." Maura surprised the brunette with a quick change in position, placing her body over Jane's, and grinding her center into a olive toned thigh. "Second, I care about you a lot, too." Maura then tucked an unruly curl behind Jane's ear managing to give a look that oozed sex while also confirming the incalculable connection Jane felt was mutual for the blonde.

Feeling the wet heat against her leg made Jane mad at herself for delaying this process already and she didn't waste anymore time. She grabbed the back of Maura's neck bringing their mouths together, and quickly found her clit with the other hand.

The blondes body stiffened as Jane circled her clit and added pressure as Maura's hips began to move, and then found a rhythm rocking against the brunettes finger and leg. Their mouths parted and their foreheads pressed together as Maura let out a soft moan mixed with jumbled words Jane was pretty sure included - yes, god Jane, don't stop.

Jane wrapped her arm around the blondes shoulders dragging her nails then digging lightly into skin holding her body close, and repositioned her other hand pushing two fingers into slick heat and working her thumb against the hardened nub. Maura gasped and continued to ride Jane's fingers. Her pace quicken and she fisted the sheet on either side of Jane's head. "You are so sexy" Jane practically purred. The finger nails of her free, and less fortunate hand, scraped down between shoulder blades leaving red lines. Maura's back arched and she went ridged as Jane felt her walls pulse around her fingers. She stilled her fingers and continued to circle a swollen clit until the blonde stopped her movements and collapsed on top of Jane's body with a small grunt of satisfaction.

Jane chuckled and kissed the sweaty forehead against her chest. They stayed still for a couple minutes content with listening to breathing steadying back to normal and loud heartbeats before Jane broke the silence "That was fun."

Maura lifted her head, raising a perfect eyebrow, then made a show of sliding down Jane's body "how about some more fun" was stated, not even thought of as a question, as she licked her lips. Jane gulped at the sight of the doctor's tongue swiping across kiss swollen lips. Maura pulled one leg over her shoulder and pushed the other down against the bed, wasting no time, she slid her flattened tongue through wet folds ending on the bundle of nerves where she circled and applied more pressure. Jane squeezed her eyes shut and let out a deep groan straight from the pit of her stomach.

RIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRI

After several orgasms and lengthy exploration by new lovers, Jane's body was begging for hydration. She hadn't been this worn out since her last defensive tactics refresher course. She slipped out of bed and pulled her t-shirt over her head. "Where are you going, and why are you putting clothes back on?" Maura sat up displaying her lovely curves in all their glory.

"I need water woman, you've officially worn me out." She placed a delicate kiss to Maura's lips.

"I understand, but there's no need for clothes, no one else is here." Maura stated with a chuckle and soft smile.

"Fine, I'll just wear my shirt and you can take it back off of me, cause it was really sexy the first time." Jane gave a quick wink and sauntered out of the room, her shirt not doing much to cover her rounded bottom.

Maura listened to movement in the kitchen, then a minute or two of silence before a crash and what could only be described as a screech sounded from the kitchen. Maura leaped from the bed and ran toward the kitchen. Upon seeing the commotion, Maura could not contain the laughter. One Detective Rizzoli was halfway perched on the counter breathing like she just ran a marathon with horror in her eyes as she gaped at Bass the African Spurred Tortoise. Both glasses ended up on the floor, surprisingly only one broken, but it seemed, somehow, all the water from the glasses had soaked into Jane's t-shirt forcing the fabric to cling to firm breasts and strong core.

"Maura, what the hell is that? You have a pet freakin' dinosaur?" She looked at Maura with wide eyes and then sat fully on the counter still eyeing the tortoise with practiced distrust.

Catching her breath from the laughter "It's only Bass! He won't hurt you. He probably just came for a midnight snack." She grabbed a strawberry from the bowl on the counter and set it in front of her friend and gave his shell a couple soft pats. "now stay on the counter while I clean so you don't step on any glass."

"I'm feeling like this is so unsanitary, but also glad you keep things clean, or I might have some crumbs up bad places" she looked down at her bare ass on Maura's perfect granite counter, then beamed at Maura's laughter. "You think you could get me some clothes since I'm trapped here?"

Jane swung her legs happily back and forth while she watched Maura's naked form disappear back into the bedroom. She looked back at "bass" with a smirk. "Man, you're a big turtle."

"Tortoise" bellowed from the bedroom. Jane chuckled before lowering her voice and shared an inside joke with the creature "like you know the difference?"

Maura walked back into the kitchen wearing nothing but the heels she had discarded earlier and carrying clothes for Jane. If the detective thought she needed water before she might as well have just ran a marathon after not drinking water for days at how her body reacted to the sight. She had total cotton mouth and might as well have had a heart attack and killed over on the counter with the way her heart was trying to bump out of her chest. She'd never seen anything more sexy that Maura Isles in nothing but fuck me heels.

Jane was pissed. The doorbell had broken apart the start of sex on a kitchen counter. She was now in a black shirt, Maura claimed was a gift, who's white block letters stated "science rocks," a pair of silk shorts which probably cost more than her rent, and some fuzzy socks with the tabs on the bottom like you get from the hospital after a surgery.

Jane had grabbed her gun from the bedside table and opened the door to find a box waiting. The unibomber popped into Jane's head. She cut the box open with Maura's kitchen knife without moving it so much an inch from where she found it. She had immediately placed a call to a sleeping Frost and awaited his arrival. She knew.

Frost has taken a tongue lashing the second he arrived in Beacon Hill for even considering making a comment about Jane's current state of dress. He looked bewildered into the box at the item precariously placed. Maura simultaneously spouted facts regarding said item in the box. But Jane knew. She let Maura speak medically until it relaxed her enough to a state of sharing.

"Frost."

He choked back bile, placing a fist against his lips.

"Call the jail. It's Tommy's." The finger was a message. They purposely cut off the one which held Tommy's class ring because Jane would recognize it anywhere. Fuck. Fucking mother fucker. Was all Jane could think.