AN: JF1993, Swishla, Vargas1989 i hope you guys are happy with this... It seems like i just cant get rid of this one! And i wanna make you guys happy! Thanks to everyone for the reviews, they always make me smile! (:

Privacy is No Reality

Angela smiled at the sleeping form of her daughter in the arms of Maura Isles. She had imagined Jane to be the big spoon, so the current arrangement was a slight shock to her. She didn't mean to intrude, but no one was going to open the door for her, so she let herself in.

"Janie?"

The detective stirred, not fully awake yet.

"Janie, wake up," Angela insisted.

"Oh my God, Ma!" Jane grabbed at the sheet covering her and Maura

"You didn't open the door," Angela said. "I was worried!"

As fate would have it, Maura woke at that very moment. "What's going on?" she asked, confused as to why Angela was there.

"I'll give you girls a moment to get dressed," Angela smirked. "I'm making pancakes for breakfast." She left the room, and there was an uncomfortable moment as Jane and Maura untangled themselves from each other.

"What just happened?"

Jane groaned. "I think we just lost all privacy."

"We have a private moment now," Maura said, leaning in for a kiss from Jane.

They were, however, interrupted by Angela poking her head into the room. "Do you have eggs, Janie?"

"I told you so," Jane sighed. She placed a quick peck on Maura's lips. "But if we ignore her, she might go away."

"Jane, I don't think-" Maura was cut off by Jane's lips on hers, more insistent now.

Angela leaned against the doorframe, waiting patiently. "You know," she said as Jane and Maura separated, "this is nothing compared to when I walked in on you with Allison Wilkens."

"Ma! Really?"

"Who is Allison Wilkens?"

Jane rubbed her eyes wearily. "I'll tell you later."

Angela bit back her laughter. "She was Janie's first girlfriend."

"Ma, don't do this."

"Get dressed, we have important things to do today. Do you have eggs or not?" Angela asked.

Maura yawned. "I can't remember the last time we ate here, except for last night."

Angela smiled. "We'll just go out for breakfast then. Now really, you two need to get dressed!"

"So when were you planning on telling me about this?" Angela asked, abandoning the last piece of French toast.

Jane shrugged. "You're the first we actually told."

"I believe everyone else just assumed," Maura added.

Angela grinned discreetly. "What exactly happened last night, at the Robber? I hear there was some action."

'Frankie," Jane growled. "I'm gonna kill him."

"Tell me," Angela prodded.

Maura sipped her coffee calmly. "I'm OK with this, Jane."

"We were both a little tipsy," Jane said. "The guys thought it would be funny to dare us to kiss each other. So we humored them."

Angela smiled. "Frankie thought you were already dating, he just wanted to out you."

"Frankie is a smart man," came Maura's unexpected response. "If I'm not mistaken, he was the first to get it right. He argued with Frost the day after we went on our first date."

"Sweetie, that date was irrelevant," Jane smiled.

Maura nodded in agreement. "Yes, the fact that we had sex before the first date-" Jane's hand clamped over Maura's mouth.

"We really have to work on that filter, babe."

Angela was grinning widely. "You two are just too cute! But then, what did you tell the guys after you kissed?"

Jane shook her head at her mother's antics. "Can I trust you to speak?" She asked Maura, who nodded. Jane let her hand fall to her lap. "We didn't say anything, Ma. Besides, it was just a peck."

"That's not how I would describe it, Jane."

-Flashback-

"Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!" The chanting became louder. Frankie was grinning at his sister.

"Alright!" Jane yelled. "God, you're like a bunch of hormonal teenagers!"

Maura stared at Jane. "Are you sure?" she whispered.

Jane nodded, leaning in to deliver a fierce kiss. She begged entrance into Maura's mouth, gaining it almost instantly. Their tongues battled for dominance for a good five minutes, both women breathing hard in between mere seconds apart.

All eyes were fixed on them when they finally pulled away. "That went well," Jane said, grinning.

"Jane, we have to go," Maura whispered.

"Why, sweetie? We just got here."

"I'd much rather we finish this somewhere private," Maura breathed. "They've had enough of a show. I want you to myself."