They woke to the sound of phones ringing, joining the realm of the conscious at four a.m. to tackle a murder. They were all abashed smiles as they jumped to find their phones in the scattering of clothes around the bed.

A murder across town. Jane offered the shower up to Maura first and was surprised to see a mischievous gleam in the good doctor's eyes. Surrounded by a concrete wall of scientific fact, Maura put together a very persuasive argument for the benefits of joint showers. And that is how Jane Rizzoli found herself in her shower, behind the most amazing woman in the world, threading shampoo through sexily wet hair.

Maura was not the type to be embarrassed about things that were natural and out of her control, so it wasn't that particular feeling she was struggling with. She felt guilty that she'd blacked out on Jane before she could return the delicious, satisfying favour from last night. But those fingers were combing the tangles from her hair, lathering it with shampoo. The same fingers that got to know her in an entirely new way mere hours ago and it was making her think that maybe,just maybe, they could run a little bit late this morning.

Jane's concentrating on really massaging the doctor's scalp and caressing those beautiful locks of hair, so the surprise graze of Maura's hand on her thigh startles her, makes her jump a bit. She lets out a breathy, raspy chuckle which only serves to heighten Maura's arousal further. The graze turns into a sexy grope, sliding across taut skin. A gasp escapes the surprised detective's mouth and Maura grins at the soft sigh. She waits until they've rinsed the shampoo from her hair before taking her recompense to the next level.

She turns and their bodies press together as if by magnetic attraction. She leans in for a kiss and then abruptly pulls back, mouth opening slightly. And then Jane is darting forward and their lips touch and their tongues explore. Maura's back hits a wall of the shower, but it's slippery so instead of being kept there, she slides, pulling on the lanky detective's arms for balance. Jane pulls away for a moment to release a husky chuckle and properly sets the medical examiner upright. Then the eyes are closed, lips locked together as hands wander impossibly smooth skin.

Maura can feel Jane assuming control, feels those impossibly strong hands begin their travels below her waist, but that is not how this is supposed to go. She seizes those hands with her own, makes them stop, and then she's the one taking charge, running her hands to drag lazy circles around Jane's thighs. Jane smiles as she kisses the pathologist, pleased at the turn of dominance. She's always loved when Maura gets feisty, gets jealous; passionate and possessive. Maura gives a slight shove; Jane's back hits the wall and another gasp escapes her and the doctor can't help her smirk as her fingers softly brush against a wetness not caused from the running water.

Maura presses her body fully against Jane's, keeping her locked in place. Her fingers toy with the detective's little bundle of nerves, forcing an arched back. Her lips lock on to a spot just underneath the jawline, bruising and loving and marking what's hers. One hand grasps a breast and massages tenderly while two fingers of the other slowly tease their way inside of Jane.

She's been turned on since last night and Maura is simply everywhere at once, overwhelming every part of her. It doesn't take long until she's slipping over the precipice of pleasure, falling harder than she ever has before. Because this is Maura and she's in love with her; nothing else matters.

They take a few more minutes under the cascading spray, actually cleaning themselves, before stepping out and dressing. It's only as Jane buttons up her shirt that she notices her trophy; the substantial purple bruise on her neck that no shirt or amount of make up can cover. She groans. She wants to be mad, truly she does, because she has to go to work and Frost and Korsak are never going to let her forget about this. Ever. Then her eyes meet Maura's in the mirror, the medical examiner beaming with pride at the hickey, and she chuckles.

It's Maura for Christ's sake. She'll flaunt the damn thing with pride.