Maura wasn't entirely sure which date to consider their first anniversary. Jane seemed content to settle on the day that she came to Maura and agreed that they were, indeed, in a relationship, but for Maura, it was a bit murkier than that. As Jane had said, they really had been dating for years; they'd had a romantic friendship and an uncanny connection for a long time. But Maura supposed it wasn't completely honest to upgrade their relationship to that length of time if they weren't entirely aware of what was happening.

Still, Maura had felt like there was something there for awhile, but she supposed for her, the turning point had been the muscle worship scene. That was the moment she felt they might be moving toward something unambiguous and acknowledged.

That was the moment she became certain that Jane felt it, too, even if she allowed it to remain in a nebulous state.

So with that date in mind, Maura planned ahead, wanting to do something special for Jane.

She could tell that Jane was intrigued when Maura told her she wanted to take her somewhere particular that weekend. She hovered over Maura neurotically that week, trying to prod her into revealing something, but Maura held firm, refused to answer any questions, and deflected as much as possible. Still, she had a new appreciation for Jane's talents in the interrogation room. Jane was a woman of many talents in many rooms, Maura thought wryly.

Jane remained fixated on discovering Maura's plans up until they were in the car on their way to the location itself. It was then that Jane, recognizing the route, guessed that they were heading to Fenway. This was somewhere Maura had been careful to avoid going with Jane before, encouraging it as familial bonding time for the Rizzoli siblings. It was gratifying to see Jane, beaming and delighted, about their first trip to Fenway together.

"And you got us tickets to a game against the Yankees! This is great, Maura! We're having a great season and I can't wait to be there when we crush them tonight!" Jane was enthusing the entire rest of the way there. Maura hadn't really considered which team was visiting, but she was glad that Jane was excited.

When they got there, they were directed to some elevators Jane had clearly never used before. Her eyes widened when she realized that she was certainly not sitting in the nosebleed section this time. "Where are we going?" she hissed.

Maura smiled and revealed, finally, "We have our own private skybox."

"Maura!" Jane stared at her, guilt clearly already slicing through her euphoria.

"Please accept my gift graciously, Jane," Maura admonished gently. She watched the struggle on Jane's face the rest of the way to the skybox itself, but when Jane stepped inside and saw nachos and hotdogs on catering trays and several Blue Moons chilling in a bucket of ice, her worry transformed into joy once again. She turned to Maura, wrapping her in a hug and kissing her. "Thank you," she said sincerely.

"You're welcome."

"Man, Frankie and Tommy are gonna be so jealous," Jane went over to the window to stare down out at the field and the people moving throughout the stadium.

And for awhile, Maura was content to let Jane enjoy the experience. She ate, she drank beer, she watched the game and hollered at the players. The caterers checked on them a few times and about midway through the game, Maura thanked them, tipped them, and told them they would be fine for the rest of the game.

The only issue was, the Red Sox were losing.

In some ways, it was interesting to Maura, because Jane was just as animated as during their early lead, but the emotional shift in her and much of the rest of the audience was palpable.

"Aw, come on! He was safe!" Jane shouted at the field as the collective groan rose up. She slumped down into her seat at the skybox window bar, defeated. "We'll never make a comeback at this rate," she muttered.

Maura studied her, "I'm sorry the game is a disappointment."

Jane gave her a half-smile, "It's really not. This is the best game I've ever seen, because I'm up here with you." She leaned in to kiss Maura.

"Good," Maura told her, "Because I just want to make your dreams come true."

"Maura…" Jane said quietly, looking like she didn't quite want to smile at something so corny.

Maura smirked, "All your dreams and your fantasies…" she said softly, running her nails up Jane's thigh.

Jane stared down and blinked, then looked at Maura uncertainly, "Are you…what are you saying?"

"I'm just wondering if I can perhaps distract you somewhat from your fan misery," Maura said matter-of-factly, but she tried to put a hint of seduction in her tone. As Jane stared at her, hopeful but uncertain, Maura elaborated, "I know you've always wanted to have sex at Fenway, and mostly, I just want to make that happen for you."

"I…oh my God," Jane shook her head, laughing softly. She straightened and turned to Maura, "I forgot I even told you that. It's…not completely true. I was just trying to give you an impossible scenario so that we could stop talking about my fantasies."

"Oh," Maura sat back, disappointed, but then she shrugged, "Well, I'm still happy I could give you this experience."

"Hold on," Jane said quickly, "Just because I haven't specifically fantasized about it doesn't mean I don't totally want to do it." Her eyes dropped. Even a year later, Jane could still be endearingly shy about sex.

"Oh," Maura replied again, but this time the lilt in her voice betrayed her interest. She ran her nails up Jane's thigh again, kneading the muscles on her way back down.

Jane leaned in to kiss Maura, and Maura was startled at the intensity of it. Jane reached over, grasping the back of Maura's head, her hand trailing down rapidly to cup Maura's breast. The first movement of her hand was firm enough to untuck Maura's blouse from her slacks. Maura whimpered involuntarily between kisses, and Jane hummed her approval and palmed Maura's breast again.

By the time their lips parted, Maura already felt distinctly rumpled and aquiver with arousal. She reached for Jane, sliding down off her bar stool to get closer to her, hands running over Jane's back, then slipping under her t-shirt. She spread her hands over Jane's skin, trailing them around to her abs. Jane's own hand, then, reached down and grasped Maura's ass, pulling her closer, between Jane's knees. Maura moved her hands up to Jane's breasts, seeking her nipples beneath her bra to pinch them, just hard enough to make Jane gasp.

Jane began feeling the waistband of Maura's pants, clearly searching for a zipper, but Maura touched her hands to stop them. Jane looked up uncertainly, but Maura smiled coyly, "Not yet."

Jane nodded, but then her eyebrows rose as she looked down to realize that Maura was unbuttoning her jeans. As she dropped down from the bar stool long enough to let her pants slide down her legs and step out of them, she said lightly, "So not yet for you, but it's time for me?"

"Yes," Maura said firmly, "Now, watch the game. That's what we're here for." She turned Jane bodily to face the window out to the field, and positioned herself behind her. She pressed herself flush against Jane's back, wrapping her arms around her, seeking the skin beneath her shirt again. She took her time, roaming her hands all over Jane's abdominal muscles and grazing just under her breasts, while rolling her hips against Jane's ass. Maura could see the tension building in Jane's body, from the way all the muscles of her arms tightened as she gripped the bar.

When Maura finally touched Jane's breasts again, Jane gasped, back arching, grinding back into Maura. Maura rolled her hips in response, fingers seeking Jane's nipples.

A rumble of excitement started up from the crowd as Maura gently pinched Jane's nipples. "What's happening?" she asked.

She heard Jane gulp, "I'm not sure…a hit…and…we got a run," she said breathily, and even the excitement in her voice was subdued. She reached back to hold Maura in place against her. Maura continued to grind against Jane, fondling her breasts through her bra, until she had to catch her breath a little. She allowed her hands to trail lower. "What about now?" Maura asked as a swell of music and applause filled the stadium.

"A walk." Maura hummed in response as her hands slid lower, dipping into Jane's panties. Jane's head tipped back and she groaned at the first touch of Maura's fingers, "Fuck, yes," she got out. Maura moved her fingers gently just above Jane's clit, knowing the indirect stimulation would drive her crazy. Indeed, Jane was rolling her hips, trying to make Maura touch her lower. Maura teased until she whimpered, then swiped past her clit a few times before moving lower, pressing just her fingertips inside Jane.

Jane was almost whining by the time Maura removed her hand from her panties. There was another particularly noticeable swell of music, and a rumble from the crowd. "Well?" she asked.

It took Jane a moment to figure out what Maura was asking, and Maura waited patiently, hands resting on Jane's hips. "Third out. So we're taking the field for the top of the ninth," Jane said hazily.

"Ah," Maura began to pull Jane's panties down her legs. Jane stepped out of them once they were off and Maura pulled her hips back, forcing her to lean more on the bar. She ran her hands down Jane's back and hips, stopping to massage her gluteus muscles. Jane dropped her head onto the bar with a light moan, which crescendoed into a much louder one as Maura slid two fingers into her from behind.

Jane's back arched and her hips pushed back, "Oh my God," she said, her voice guttural.

Maura moved forward a little so she could slip her hand into Jane's shirt to touch her breasts also, fingers curling inside her. "You like my fingers in you, with all those people out there, don't you?"

Jane moaned something incoherent, but she picked up her head to look out over the stadium, which was what Maura wanted. "They can't see us, can they?"

"What's there to see? Everything is happening beneath the bar," Maura thrust her fingers, hard, to emphasize her point. Jane moaned, a staccato rhythm, with each press of Maura's fingers. "You're so wet," she said softly, "You love getting fucked at Fenway." A year's worth of narratophilic experience with Jane gave Maura enough evidence to be able to predict what would be effective with good accuracy, and the feel of Jane clenching around her fingers was proof of her success.

"I do," Jane admitted lowly, "Very effective." Her hips rocked with Maura's hand.

Maura pressed into her as cheers rose. "So?"

"First out," Jane reported distractedly, and Maura pressed her fingers in and curled them, holding there for a few seconds. Jane's legs trembled, and then Maura kept moving her hand.

When she pulled her fingers out several moments later, Jane whimpered. Maura encouraged her to stand back up straight. Jane watched her, looking flushed and frustrated, but then her eyes widened as she realized Maura had kicked off her heels was getting on her knees under the bar. She tipped back her head and let out a moaning curse at the first touch of Maura's mouth.

Maura, eager to draw out the experience, teased a bit with her mouth, too. She pressed her mouth all over Jane's labia, dipped her tongue just inside Jane's entrance, and generally put her tongue and teeth and lips anywhere but on Jane's clitoris. Jane was practically humping her face in desperation when Maura heard the crowd react to something. She squeezed Jane's thigh, and then poked the same spot when Jane didn't respond. Jane looked down at her, panting, and Maura raised an eyebrow. "Oh," Jane said, fluttering her eyes and squinting at the field, "Bases are loaded."

Maura responded by pressing her tongue directly onto Jane's clit. She held it in place with her lips and began flicking her tongue in earnest. Jane's hips were rolling, and a steady stream of curses and encouragement were coming from her lips, and her hand held Maura firmly by the hair.

The crowd absolutely erupted, then, and Maura squeezed Jane's thigh. "Double play," was all Jane managed, and then her entire body seemed to arch, the apex right where Maura's mouth worked. Jane's moan was so loud, Maura thought for sure someone would hear them, and then she was bucking against Maura's face, as Maura struggled to keep her tongue moving.

Finally, Jane slumped against the bar, and Maura settled back on her heels, wiping at the corners of her mouth with a thumb. Jane dropped to the ground and kissed her, wordlessly, and then Maura held her on the floor for a few minutes.

Finally, Maura nudged her, "Come on. Let's see if the Sox can utilize their home field advantage to win."

Jane looked at her and a slow smile spread over her face. "You have been listening to me about baseball all these years." She reached down to help Maura to her feet, ensuring she ducked out from under the bar before rising.

Maura kissed her once they were both vertical again. "Happy anniversary."

"Maura! I didn't realize…wait. That's not until next month."

Maura just laughed, kissed Jane again, and handed her her underwear.

The best years of her life had always been with Jane, and she knew they would only keep getting better, as they continued to share their lives together.