Title: In Which Chess Becomes Extremely Intense

Rating: PG

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Pairing(s): Jane/Maura

Summary: Chess games aren't usually all that intense. But with Jane and Maura? Things are totally different. Tag to 2.10.

Disclaimer: If I owned it, would I be writing fic for it? Probably. But I don't own it.

Author's Notes: We all know that if Maura and Jane played chess, it would be insane. And it would probably end in sex. Don't deny it!

I couldn't resist writing this. Just, I couldn't. My muse won't shut up when it gets a good idea. I didn't check this for typos. Feel free to tell me if you see any!

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"That's impossible!"

Maura was making what Jane had always assumed was a classic 'WTF' face. Her caramel curls fell lazily around her face as she gaped at the chess board. Jane had just put her in Checkmate, cornering her with a rook, a queen, and a knight. The detective worked hard not to start laughing at how damn cute Maura looked. Her eyebrows were furrowed, mouth opened in a half-O. Maura was adorable when she was frustrated.

"You can't win every time, Maur," Jane pointed out, flashing her girlfriend a smirk. Maura scowled back at her, roughly tugging her blonde curls back into a bun. She was definitely focusing now that she was aware of how good at chess Jane was. Jane continued to smirk, "Never underestimate a Rizzoli." Maura scoffed, sensing the challenge in Jane's voice. The ME bared her teeth in something close to a snarl (Only Maura could make chess this intense). She kicked off her fancy heels (Jane couldn't even begin to remember the brand), pulling her legs up to sit in full lotus.

Maura started putting her pawns back in the correct places. She glanced up at Jane, eyebrows furrowing with concentration this time. "Rematch," She demanded, even though they had already silently agreed to one. It was on like Donkey Kong now. Once more, Jane smirked, neatly replacing her bishops and knights in their squares. Satisfied, she leaned forwards, giving Maura a good-luck peck on the lips (Hey, she was a good sport. And Maura's lips were really soft so Jane couldn't resist them). Maura nipped at her bottom lip as they pulled away. 'Feisty' Jane thought. But she wasn't intimidated in the least.

This was going to be another easy win.

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