So, I am, what you call, an asshole. I'm sorry. I meant to get this chapter in a LOT sooner than I did. That being said, I got a booty call from life. It wants to keep fucking me. After getting over that cold, I had to do a bunch of unrelated medical tests and fun stuff like that. Then, I moved out for the first time. So half of this story was sitting on the hard drive while I was getting stuff done and while we didn't have Internet for the first month staying here, I finished the story and forgot about it again. Well, I obviously now have Internet again, I've checked for mistakes in this chapter, and I'm now posting it. I may not have gotten all the errors out, but it's as error free as I can get it. I don't have a beta and I can't really trust people I don't know well to read my stuff before I post it but few of my friends read fanfictions and the ones that do, don't read Rizzles. Or any of my other fanfiction loves. As an apology for taking so long, I'm going to post another piece of mine that I wrote very soon. But yeah, here it is. The second chapter of In the Middle of the Bullpen.

Slowly pulling up to Maura's house, Jane looked over at the beautiful blonde sitting next to her. Maura turned her head to look back at her and smiled at the brunette stunner that had captured her heart.

"I had a great time tonight, Jane. I didn't know you had connections in restaurants that nice."

Indeed, Jane had taken Maura to a restaurant that she would never have been able to afford if she hadn't saved the owner's daughter from being the next victim of a serial killer targeting the children of high end restaurant owners in Boston. Both women looked the part. Maura had worn a dress that Jane had never seen before and for good reason. The red silk cloth clung tightly to Maura's figure, not needing any straps to hold it up, and had a slit up the side despite the dress coming only to Maura's mid-thigh. Making her legs look even more amazing than usual were a pair of silver heels that had a winding strap that went up to just above her ankle. For her part, Jane had picked the only tailored suit she had, a dark blue piece she had had made especially for occasions like this at Maura's insistence three years ago, and a shiny, silver silk button up shirt with dark blue edging around the hems. On her feet were her only nice pair of shoes, a pair of Italian leather boots that Maura had bought her for her 35th birthday and probably cost more than 2 of Jane's monthly cop pay.

"One of the perks of the job I guess," Jane replied nervously. Dinner had gone great especially since the owner insisted this time was on the house. Maura had clearly been impressed by Jane's choice and had laughed the entire date. Jane was in no way regretting asking Maura out but she was unsure of how the night would end. As much bravado as she had sitting at a table among other people or in the middle of the bullpen with her team at her back, alone with Maura, she had to admit her lack of experience in the female-female relationship department and hoped she would be enough for Maura when it came time for her to prove her worth between the sheets.

"I really did have a great time, Jane," Maura tried to comfort the detective, having known her well enough to know when she was nervous. "Would you like to come in for some coffee?"

"Never thought I would be on this side of that question," Jane chuckled, butterflies moving faster in her stomach. She was reminded of how glad she was for her guts of steel, otherwise she would be emptying the contents of her stomach like Frost at a crime scene. "Coffee from your espresso machine from the future? As long as I don't have to operate it. You remember last time."

"Those burns were not that bad, Jane," Maura huffed dramatically, slapping Jane lightly on her arm. She had come to know Jane's mannerisms enough to know that the woman was just joking so she decided to play along.

"My hands looked like lobster claws!" Jane teasingly cried out in protest, before both women broke out in laughter. There was a comfortable silence where the two women just stared at each other before Maura looked away blushing and broke the silence.

"If we're going to have coffee, we should probably go inside."

"Oh. Yeah. Of course," Jane's nerves had suddenly returned full force as she climbed out of her car.

An awkward silence settled around the two women as they walked up Maura's driveway and passed through the doorway. The silence remained there until after Maura had fed Bass and handed Jane her coffee. They settled around the island, sipping their coffee and glancing shyly at each other from behind their mugs, blushing when they were caught.

"Why don't we sit down?" Maura finally suggested.

"Yeah, ok."

Despite having moved, the awkward silence still hung over them. Determined to break it, Jane glanced around looking for something to talk about. She finally settled on a magazine focusing on neuroscience, with a title about criminals and their mindset and brainwaves and junk. Jane was barely looking at the title and was just searching for something to discuss.

"What's that article about? Explain it to me," Jane asked.

Maura jumped at the chance to break the silence and began explaining the contents of the magazine animatedly. Jane was barely paying attention, catching snippets here and there about this chemical and that passage and such and such behavior. All she could focus on was the doctor and the way her lips moved saying the big words that Jane didn't understand at all. Jane suddenly had an appreciation for science and those words because she absolutely loved the way Maura looked saying them. She snapped back to attention when she noticed the blonde had stopped speaking.

"Wow," Jane commented. "Fascinating. I have a new appreciation for science now."

"Really?" Maura was stunned. She thought for sure she was messing this up by rambling and that Jane would make a sarcastic comment about her Googlemouth.

"Yeah, I love the way those big words look coming from your lips," Jane said before she could stop herself. Her eyes grew wide and she shut her mouth, silently cursing her own stupidity. Maura looked down and blushed, not expecting the genuine compliment but ecstatic that it was given nonetheless. After a couple of minutes of awkward silence, Maura stood up, picking up Jane's empty coffee mug from the table in front of them, moving towards the kitchen.

"Let me just put these away," she muttered softly, needing an excuse to move somewhere private so she could do a little happy dance.

Returning to the living room after putting the cups in the sink, Maura was so distracted with her thoughts that she didn't even notice Bass on the ground by the couch, tripping over his shell and falling right onto Jane.

"Oof," Jane exhaled having her breath taking away by the M.E. and not in the good way. It was in the even better way. The blonde doctor's face was suddenly inches from her own and her body was pressed up against hers.

"Jane, oh I'm sorry. I didn't see Bass on the ground," Maura excused herself quickly, moving to stand but finding that she was suddenly trapped by two strong arms wrapped around her waist.

"It's ok, Maur. Really I'm fine. If I didn't know better, I'd think Bass did it on purpose. But you might hurt me more by standing up, maybe you should stay down here."

"And what exactly did you have in mind for us to do down here?" Maura answered, flirting with the lanky detective, praying this was going where she hoped it was.

"Oh, I have a few ideas," Jane mumbled, before leaning up to press her lips against Maura's, immediately relaxing into the kiss as the blonde reacted instantly, moving her lips against the taller woman's. Moving her hands to grip Maura's hips, Jane hummed softly before flipping them over and bracing herself over Maura's body on the couch. Breaking their kiss with a gasp, Maura moved her arms around Jane's neck.

"I thought you said you might get hurt if you move," she said with a small smirk.

"No, I said I might get hurt if you move off of me, not if I move over you," Jane replied with her own grin, leaning back down to Maura's lips. The blonde let out a soft moan, opening her mouth enough for Jane to sneak her tongue into the softness. It was as if, after getting a taste of the blonde, she was suddenly addicted wanting to taste her again and again. The shorter woman tasted of coffee and chocolate and like something else entirely that was unique to her. That was Jane's favorite part.

Breaking away from her lips, Jane trailed her lips down the slim neck in front of her, giving little licks and nips as she descended. She moaned at the feeling of Maura's hands moving down to her stomach and tugging the hem of her shirt from her pants. Despite the pleasing sensations coursing through her, Jane broke away, both women breathless and flushed with arousal.

"Maur," Jane began softly. "I have no idea what I'm doing."

Maura smiled at her honesty and moved her hands to stroke Jane's face lightly.

"I'm ok with that. As long as you're ok with the fact that I don't know what I'm doing either."

"I'm ok with that," Jane chuckled, giving the petite woman a soft peck.

"Then off with the jacket and shirt. You have too many clothes on."

Jane laughed heartily and peeled the jacket from her arms, draping it messily over the coffee table. As soon as the fabric hit the glass tabletop, Maura's hands were already unbuttoning her shirt. Jane grinned at the woman's eagerness and helped her with the buttons. When the shirt was off and tossed on top of the jacket, Maura let her eyes roam the tanned expanse of skin she had been presented with before closing her eyes as Jane leaned back down to kiss her. Twisting her fingers between dark stands of hair, she kissed the detective as passionately as she was being kissed. There was suddenly a hand on her thigh lifting her dress higher and she groaned at the warm hands on her heated skin.

"Bedroom," she whispered, barely separating their lips. Her legs were suddenly being moved to wrap around Jane's waist and she tensed the muscles, getting a grip on the woman. She gasped, both at the hands moving to cup her ass and at being suddenly lifted into the air. She grinned at her best friend turned lover.

"Very impressive, Detective."

"Thank you, Doctor," Jane smirked back before resuming their kissing.

For her part, Maura was having a hard time not touching Jane. Moving her arms from around Jane's neck and forcing Jane to move one hand to Maura's back to support her, Maura fumbled with Jane's belt buckle and pant buttons. They were halfway to the bedroom when Jane couldn't resist any longer and pressed her against the hallway wall, using her weight to keep the blonde beauty up and letting her hands roams across the fabric between her and the flesh she so badly wanted to feel. Brushing her hands across the underside of Maura's satin covered breasts, she was intensely pleased at the slight, instinctive thrust of Maura's hips against her own and returned to her ass to support her weight again as she moved them to the bedroom. Finally making it through the doorway, Jane set Maura on the bed and stood above her.

"Dress. Off," she ordered, toeing off her boots and socks.

Sitting up, Maura pulled her dress over her head and Jane took it, hanging it up quickly. Maura smiled brightly, happy that Jane had taken her love for clothes into consideration and had not just tossed the dress aside like she just did with her pants. Crawling onto the bed with Maura, Jane was suddenly anxious again.

"Are we moving too fast, Maur?" Jane asked uncertainly. "I don't want to push this too far too soon."

"Jane, we are so close that we have practically been dating for five years. Neither of us have seen anyone else in over a year. If anything, we're moving too slow and this is long overdue."

"I just- Are you sure we're ready for this?"

"I'm ready if you are. We can wait as long as you want though."

"I don't want to wait," Jane confessed quietly.

"Then shut up and kiss me."

Jane laughed at Maura's bluntness and leaned over to kiss this beautiful person next to her. Brushing the backs of her fingers over the smooth skin below her, Jane let her hands wander down Maura's body, trying to memorize every dip and curve, every inch of smooth silken flesh that she had been taunted with every time the blonde woman slept over and wore those tiny tank tops that showed just a sliver of skin. She groaned into Maura's mouth as the doctor brushed over every muscle, seeming to pause for a second on each one.

"Quit naming all the muscles," Jane mumbled against Maura's lips before breaking away for air.

Maura blushed and giggled.

"How did you know?" she asked.

"I could hear the wheels turning," Jane joked.

"I don't understand. There aren't any mechanical wheels-" Maura was interrupted by the detective kissing her.

"It's just an expression. I'll explain it later."

Maura just nodded, suddenly speechless as Jane sucked gently on her neck, immediately finding her pulse point and turning her brain to mush. She blindly threaded her fingers through Jane's hair and didn't even realize her bra had been removed until she felt a warm pair of lips and soft tongue wrap themselves around her left nipple. Or at least she thought it was her left nipple. She wasn't too sure of anything really except that she didn't want Jane to stop whatever she was doing. When she was suddenly bombarded by the sensation of teeth lightly scraping the soft bud, her hips pressed up against the warm body above her and she discovered that her underwear had vanished too along with Jane's underclothes. Groaning at the sensation of heated flesh upon heated flesh, Maura moved her hands around the brunette's torso and up her rib cage to her breasts.

"Fuck, Maur," Jane groaned against Maura's chest. Moving further down the yoga-toned body and breaking the blonde's hold on her breasts, Jane nestled her way between the woman's thighs and looked up. When she realized that Jane had stopped moving, Maura looked down at her and nearly came at the sight of Jane between her legs.

"Jane," Maura whined. "Stop teasing. I need you."

"Tell me what you want Maura," Jane husked, her voice practically dripping with untold promises and pleasure. She gently kissed Maura's thighs, prolonging her torture, while her fingers brushed against the juncture between her inner thighs and her mound.

"God, Jane. Please."

"Just tell me what you want, baby."

Looking down at the woman with dark eyes, she whispered the words that they both wanted to hear.

"Jane, please. Fuck me."

Within half a second of her finishing her sentence, Jane ran her tongue along Maura's lips, the doctor throwing her head back with a scream of joy, her back arching impossibly high and her fingers tangling themselves in the mess of curls on the taller woman's head, keeping her grounded when she felt like she might float away.

Quickly finding her clit, Jane sucked the bundle of nerves into her mouth and let one finger gently probe Maura's entrance, before pushing in to the first knuckle. When Maura's hips bolted up at the intrusion, Jane smirked and pushed in another finger. Lapping at the swollen organ, Jane withdrew her fingers slowly, almost completely, before pushing them back in just as slowly.

Maura's head was reeling at the slow, deliberate movements inside of her, needing more.

"Fuck, faster. More, please," Maura cried, overwhelmed with sensations.

Jane obliged, adding another finger and moving the three digits quickly through the abundant moisture. She could feel the walls around her fingers clenching sporadically and knew the blonde above her was getting close. Letting go of her clit, Jane moved back up Maura's body, letting her palm take the place of her lips. Feeling how unexpectedly close Maura was, she leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"Maura, I wanna see you come," she rasped into the blonde's ear. "I want you to come for me."

Nails dug into Jane's back as she brought Maura closer to the edge with her words. Spurred on by the pain, she attached herself to Maura's neck, sucking and nibbling there, before another stab of pain, which had become oddly pleasurable, was felt in her back. Time seemed to freeze as a chain reaction took place. Biting down on Maura's pulse point, Jane felt Maura seize up and clench tightly around her fingers. Maura's head shot back in ecstasy and Jane watched in awe as Maura arched up underneath her, listened as Maura gasped, trying to catch her breath as her mouth stayed open in a silent scream, felt as the muscles around her fingers seemed to spasm in waves.

Everything began moving again as Maura sank back down to the bed, hands now resting lightly on Jane's back. Eyes closed and chest moving rapidly as she struggled to calm her racing heart, all Maura could do was continue to hold on to Jane for dear life. Finally opening her eyes, Maura was greeted with the sight of Jane looking down at her in complete awe and with so much love in her gaze that Maura was speechless. After several minutes of silence, Maura had her energy back and pushed Jane so that the petite woman could roll on top of her. Moving down slightly, Maura was confused when Jane brought her back up to her face.

"Maura," Jane whispered. "You were- God, you look so- Maura, I love you."

For her part, Maura was stunned at the admission. She knew Jane loved her but she never thought that she would be ready to openly admit it so soon. Her face broke out in a grin as tears welled in her eyes. Nodding slowly at first but growing emphatic, she responded quickly.

"I love you, too. So much, Jane. So much."

Jane broke out in her own smile as she pulled her beloved down to kiss her. Maura pulled away to speak, her next words said without a seductive tone, only with love and admiration.

"I want to show you how much."

Nodding, Jane watched as Maura descended much in the same way she had early in the night.

"I'm already close. Watching you just- I don't know how long I can last."

Maura didn't say anything, just flashed her a bright smile, reserved only for her, before focusing on the task at hand. Stopping at the dark curls, Maura used her thumbs to spread Jane's womanhood and expose her. Leaning down, she gently drew Jane's clit into her mouth, smirking slightly at the way her hips bucked up before she looked down at this woman who had stolen her heart. Using one of her thumbs to continue stimulating the bundle of nerves, Maura entered her with her tongue. Lapping gently at what was presented to her, Maura brought Jane closer to her peak.

"Maura, faster. Please. God, you're amazing. I'm almost there, baby. Please."

Following Jane's wishes, she sped up the movement of her tongue and pressed down on her clit a little harder. Jane began crying out softly as she neared her orgasm. Maura trailed her tongue out of Jane's core briefly to circle her clit and suck on it for a moment or two before returning to her previous position. Sensing Jane needed only a small push to take her over the edge, Maura whispered to her lover "I love you" once more. It proved to be what Jane needed as she cried out Maura's name, tumbling over the edge into overwhelming bliss.

When she finally returned to a semi-normal state, Jane realized that Maura had moved next to her and was snuggled into her side. Draping her arm over Maura's shoulders, she turned her head to kiss the blonde's forehead.

"Have I ever told you how amazing you are?" Jane asked.

"Yes," Maura replied innocently. "But I still love hearing it." Jane grinned at how humbly Maura was saying it.

"You're amazing. How did it take so long for us to get here?"

"Mutual fear. We were both too afraid."

"Well, I'm not now. And I'll kiss you everyday in the middle of the bullpen if I have to to prove it."

Maura laughed happily and tightened her grip around the detective's waist.

"I don't think that will be necessary. I don't think we should give the other detectives too much of a show."

"Yeah, you're right," Jane chuckled. After a moment of silence, she continued. "There's never anybody in the morgue..."

Maura lifted her head from Jane's shoulder to smile widely at her.

"You can kiss me wherever you like. I just don't think you want the boys seeing the mushy side of Jane Rizzoli. You might lose your 'street cred'."

Jane couldn't help but laugh heartily at the slang term coming from Maura's lips. Leaning over to kiss her, Jane replied,

"Doesn't matter. I can still kick their asses."

As the two laughed, they moved closer together and began to doze off, waking up only three times during the night to continue their previous activities.