A/N: Hello wonderful Rizzles fandom. Long time listener, first time caller. I have been reading a lot of your wonderful work over the years and have finally been inspired to dip my toe in the pool. Please be gentle as this is my first fic. This is definitely for more mature audiences since there is some discussion of BDSM interactions. I hope you enjoy!

edit: I forgot to do the standard disclaimer: R&I are not my creation and I am not making any monetary gains from the use of their characters. I am simply playing in a sandbox already created by Tess and TNT.

Jane

It was hard to admit your desires. Well maybe not for everyone but definitely for someone who grew up in a super Catholic Italian family. Wasn't that some of the irony? Italians are known for being such passionate people and yet through one's religious upbringing, that passion was relegated to your own mind or at least behind closed doors.

That's where Jane found herself right now. Behind closed doors and in her own mind. She needed this much protection to really think about her desires. Trying to sift through all the complex feelings. What she thought she wanted was most assuredly a sin and maybe even illegal. She would have to look into that.

Jane was thinking about all her relationships. How initially all the men in her life had loved how strong and powerful she was. That was until they didn't. And she had tried to let go, to give them some control over her power. But it just never felt right. She could never fully enjoy herself both sexually but also in the relationship. Jane was coming to realize that she was a dominant partner and needed someone who was willing to be submissive to that part of herself. And that need, that desire was becoming harder to ignore.

Maura

Maura knew what she wanted. Always. Nothing made her question herself except of course for small talk with new people. Social cues were confusing but her desires and needs were not something that kept Maura up at night.

Yet, despite always going after what she needed Maura still felt a sense that something was missing. She was happy with her life. She had the job she wanted, the best friend she needed, and romantic encounters that met her desires, well mostly. As she sat at home on her couch sipping a beautiful Cabernet with some Maria Callas lightly filling the air, she reflected on the last few romantic relationships she had had. If you could call them relationships.

Recently, she had gone on a couple of dates and then took them to bed because that's what she had wanted. She had dominated from start to finish and the finish was very pleasing for her. However, none of them lasted longer than that. After the third or fourth time of bedding them this way, she had lost interest. Her bedmates, as she realized now they were and nothing more, tried to engage and continue into something more but Maura never wanted it.

Why didn't she want more? This was the question that Maura now had to consider. However, she was running low on wine and she was exhausted. This line of questioning would have to wait until tomorrow. Maybe she could ask Jane to help her. Jane always had a way of taking charge when Maura needed to solve a problem. Jane would tackle it head on. Well, unless it was about sex. Then she would blush and rub the back of her neck and try to crack a joke to get out of whatever topic Maura had gotten them in to. Maura found it so endearing and rather adorable. Yes, definitely a topic for tomorrow with Jane