I don't know how I feel about posting this. It's very 18+ rated...for me anyway. I'm feeling a tad weird posting it...but here I go anyway. It's rizzles. Its a one shot. Its Adults only. There's no damn plot (what was I thinking). And I hope you like it...i think.

Usual disclaimers:- character names, characters characters, name, namesake, series title,etc, etc...not mine. Craziness, errors, idea...that's all mine.

"He said I was a bad kisser."

Maura turns her head slightly studying Jane. "Well are you?"

"Maura? Seriously?"

"Well how am I to know?"

"Because you're my friend Maur! You have to side with me...always." Jane whines with a pout.

Maura frowns and gives Jane a look that says no, "I'm not sure that's the sort of friendship I am happy with."

"Not everything HAS to be scientific peer studied and printed in a magazine...I am a good kisser."

"It's quite probable that you are Jane..."

Maura bites her lip to hold her tongue from adding anything.

Jane glares at Maura who tries to hide a smile...unsuccessfully.

"Shut up." Jane squeals and throws a couch cushion at Maura's head.

Maura dodges the cushion and laughs softly.

"Maur." Jane growls

"I didn't say anything Jane."

"You don't need to."

"I'm sorry." Maura laughs before putting on a professional face and straightening her blazer, "How about you show me."

"Show you what?" Jane says into her beer before taking a mouthful.

"Show me how you kissed him." Maura says clearly and confidently.

Half the mouthful of beer that comes out of Jane's mouth becomes airborne, the other half dribbles down her chin and onto her shirt leaving a wet patch. Maura feels the spray near her face and blinks a few times in surprise.

Jane coughs and wipes the moisture off her chin before turning her entire torso to face her friend, "What?" She manages to choke out.

"You didn't hear me or you don't understand?" Maura replies running her hand across her cheek to wipe off imaginary beer spray.

"I didn't hear you." Jane says sarcastically as if it should be obvious which based on her reaction.

Maura tilts her head trying to merge the tone and the words before deciding to simply repeat herself, "Show me how you kissed him."

Jane stares at her friend caught between shock and confused.

"Jane?"

"No Maur. I will not show you."

"Oh?" Maura questions.

Jane puts down her beer with a clunk and grabs a few napkins in an attempt to wipe the sticky substance from her chin and the back of her hands.

"No Maur. That's crossing a line."

Maura picks up a napkin and leans towards Jane reaching out to wipe her neck gently.

"I didn't know there was a line Jane. I thought that friends help each other out in relationships and other things like shopping. Running. Getting coffee. Looking after family. Kissing..."

"No Maur." Jane whispers her movements ceasing as Maura's cleaning moves down Janes neckline onto her chest and soaked shirt. She stays still as she watches Maura diligently rub the stain with full concentration. The attention she gives every detail of her life...like this task is the most important in the world.

Jane swallows knowing if she pulls back the Maura will stop and focus her attention on Jane instead of Jane's shirt.

"Maura?" She whispers and swallows, "Please stop that."

Maura still focused on the task at hand fails to notice Jane's heart speed up, eyes darken and her hands start to perspire, "I think it would be a good idea Jane. I can tell you if you need more experience at kissing or if he is a douche. It will help your confidence at the very least."

Jane's need to defend herself pulls her out of the chemical imbalance taking over her body, "I don't have a confidence problem."

Maura looks up surprised and pulls back slightly, "I didn't mean that Jane. I meant...I...it never hurts to have a second opinion."

"I'm not a patient."

"No...no you are not. If you were a patient I believe it would be breaching a moral code of ethics for me to suggest we kiss."

Jane raises an eyebrow, "I thought this was science, now you're making it sound like it would be personal."

"Oh." Maura replies in thought, "I can see how it came across like that. It would be purely in the name of science. I'm not that sort of doctor anyway."

"If I was your patient I would have to be dead."

"Yes. And kissing you would then be rather creepy. Unethical. And the thought that you wouldn't be alive is frankly quite sad."

Jane laughs softly, "That's almost sweet, I think."

Maura sighs, the expelled huff making her nose flare. The silence is bordering on awkward with neither sure how to proceed.

"Another beer?" Maura finally asks removing herself from the couch gingerly.

"Yeah." Jane grunts semi lost in her own thoughts.

Maura pulls the fridge door open and grabs two beers. This is the sort of night to change things up a bit.

"Fine." Jane says with a low growl.

"Excuse me?" Maura says turning abruptly on her heels like she's been caught. A beer in each hand.

Jane glances from Maura to the two beers, "Fine...I will...show you."

It takes a second for Maura to understand, "Ohhh." She replies almost sing-songie.

"But if I'm a bad kisser you have to tell me." Jane commands.

"Ok." Maura whispers licking her lips gently, "as if I would lie."

"A good friend would." Jane whispers under her breath.

Maura puts both opened beers down on the coffee table and stands in front of Jane, "So how were you sitting?"

Jane looks up confused.

"We have to replicate the scene exactly."

Jane raises both eyebrows.

"For science?" Maura says in a way that it sounds almost like a question.

Jane thinks for a minute, "We were, um, both standing."

"How tall was he?"

Jane stands up so they are chest to chest and examines Maura's height. "He was a little taller than you actually."

"Ok." Maura says looking up at Jane noticing the difference in their heights more-so from this intensely close distance, "Let me sit on a stool then."

When Maura is perched on the bar stool, Jane steps closer so they are inches apart.

"Better?"

They are almost eye to eye and Jane puts her hands on Maura's hips to keep the distance right and stabilise Maura, "Better." She confirms.

"What next?" Maura asks with a confident smile.

Jane studies Maura carefully like she's in her detective mode. She studies hair, eyes, nose, chin and lips of the serious Maura in front of her, her eyes twinkle.

"He took my face in his hands and leaned in and kissed me."

"All the way in?"

"Yes." Jane replies weakly like she is short of breath.

"That's rather presumptuous." Maura says. Jane merely stares back at her. Maura glances at Jane's lips.

"He was." Jane manages to whisper before moistening her lips again. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest and she is doing everything in her power not to focus on what's about to happen. Instead she thinks about whether she is in fact a good kisser.

Maura shrugs and then leans in slowly placing her hands on either side of Jane's face and Jane's eyes begin to close in expectation and at the touch.

"Wait." Maura says pausing, "Did he have his eyes closed?"

"Does it matter?" Jane growls keeping herself in the moment, not thinking about what this might really mean.

Maura thinks for a moment before smiling at Jane's waiting face, eyes soft, searching, mouth partly open, moist lips glistening, "I suppose not, this is about you."

Maura closes her eyes and leans fully into Jane, lips meeting tentatively.

Warm, soft, moist. Nerve endings singing. Moving gently. Testing.

"Harder." Jane whispers pressing almost hungrily into Maura's mouth, tasting salt and peppermint and cheery lip balm.

Maura pushes harder, feeling a hint of Jane's tongue and feeling lightheaded. Then she remembers to breathe. Feels her breath mingling with Jane's.

Jane moves closer her hands moving up Maura's sides and across her back pulling them together before returning to her lower back and repeating. Pulling. Pressing their breasts and thighs together. Maura slides her hands through Jane's tangles and around her head tipping it back slightly to get a better angle, to press herself harder into Jane's body, to press her tongue against Jane's.

Maura moans, she can't help it, it's all so intense, so passionate, so unexpectedly surprising. The moan causes Jane to soften her movements, to be more controlled and gentle. To search out all the areas that cause Maura's breath to hitch or hips to move. Until her lips are sucking in all the right places at all the right times, Jane's tongue gently pressing against her own without being dominant or invasive.

And when Jane pulls back a centimetre at a time, she lets Maura's lip go with a wet pop.

Maura's eyes open immediately, the sound pulling her to reality despite the dreamy sensation in her brain and waves of euphoria running up and down her torso pausing between her legs.

Jane's eyes open slowly and the look of peace is replaced quickly by uncertainty.

"So?" She questions holding Maura's shoulders.

Maura's mouth moves but nothing comes out.

"Am I an ok kisser?" Jane's eyes plead and she bites her lip waiting.

"Yes." Maura mumbles before realising that saying No could have entitled her to help her friend practice.

"Am I a...good kisser?"

Maura can't lie anyway, but the pleading uncertainty in Jane's eyes holds her honest. Truthful.

"I think that might have been the best kiss I have ever had."

Maura wants to lean in and do it all over again. And again. Her lips still tingle as does the entire inside of her mouth.

"You...'think'...?" Jane braces herself for the worst, she expects Maura to add a but, to add 'with a girl', or to weigh it up and then know it wasn't the best after all, she waits to be put down, told she is terrible, dismissed.

"I'm still seeing stars." Maura whispers, "I think I need a follow-up...you know...just to be sure." She says licking her lips, her twinkling hazel eyes pleading with brown ones.

Jane frowns softly for a moment before raising her eyebrows. It she knows what Maura is playing at she doesn't let on.

"A follow-up?"

Maura shows Jane her dimples. She is fairly certain that Jane has never said no to those dimples, and she cocks her head to the right slightly to seal the deal.

"Sure." Jane says as she moves her hands to either side of Maura's face, "I think my hands might have been here on him anyway."

"Replicate the scene." Maura whispers her breath hitching at the end.

This time it is Jane that leans in the whole way, silently covering Maura's mouth with her own. Maura moans and wraps a leg around Jane's thigh. Jane sucks her lip hard before pulling back slightly to whisper, "He didn't do that to me."

"Don't care." Maura replies with a gasp and Jane's lips move to her neck licking and kissing their way down and across her shoulder blade.

Maura moans again wrapping her other leg around Jane trying to alleviate some of the urges below her stomach. Jane presses closer and shifts up and down slightly causing friction between Maura's legs causing her to moan again.

Jane moves one hand to Maura's breast and rubs gently over top of clothing and feels Maura arch under her touch.

Jane moves her lips up to Maura's earlobe, sucking and nibbling on it.

"Fuck." Maura growls breathlessly against Jane's cheek.

Jane slides her open palm down Maura's front over her clothing and between their legs immediately causing a another loud moan from Maura. Her hand is pressed between their bodies tightly.

Jane kisses Maura's lips again, slowly massaging them, she can feel Maura weakly trying to respond.

She cups her fingers to match Maura's body shape and Maura starts to rub herself against Jane's hand, the clothing creating addition friction.

Jane's hand is pushed against herself by Maura rocking repetitively and she starts to pant and grunt softly against Maura's lips feeling tension building in herself. Maura sucks against Jane's lips between her own loud pants, her hands roaming south to slide inside the back of Jane's pants, grabbing, clenching and un-clenching butt cheeks in time with her own rhythm.

"More" Maura whispers between grunts almost on the edge but needing more touch, more contact.

"I didn't...give...him...more." Jane breathes between kisses.

"I'm glad, sweet thing, but 'I' need more. Please."

Jane stands straighter lifting Maura completely off the stool. Legs wrapped around her still. Maura groans as Jane's hand disappears from her need. Using both hands Jane lossens her own pants and let's them drop then she pulls her underwear down to her knees. She pushes Maura back onto the stool and unzips her friends pants and slides them down and off followed by lacy underwear. When Jane presses back against Maura their warmth and wetness collide together and Jane moans into Maura's mouth.

"I'm so close." Maura breaths rubbing herself as much as possible against Jane causing Jane to rock as well.

"I don't know what I'm doing." Jane replies. Maura keeps rocking and pressing needing more. Jane pulls back and Maura groans at the loss of contact. Jane looks her best friend in the eyes softly.

"Don't stop." Maura begs wondering if she would cry if Jane tells her they must stop and never do this or anything like it again.

Jane steps back and Maura sniffles trying to hold herself together. She has always seen the love in Jane's eyes towards her but was never sure what it meant. Now it was like a broken dam physically. She wondered if she could ever forgive herself for asking Jane to demonstrate, for thinking it would somehow have been a good idea.

Jane finally squats down and presses her mouth straight to Maura's pussy kissing it just once.

"Fuck." Maura cries out almost falling off the stool and putting her hands on Janes head to prop herself up.

Then Jane licked once and Maura shuddered under the touch.

Jane presses her tongue between Maura's lips and she cries out sweetly.

Jane presses deeper and sucks at the same time, it takes a few moments for Maura to recognise Jane is using the same techniques as she previously had on her lips.

"You're better than good Jane. Fuck. You're fucking amazing."

She can feel Jane's smile against her throbbing clit. And as Jane's mouth sucks it she feels Jane's fingers press at her entranceway. She tries to press herself into them but Jane's mouth holds her in place. Fingers slowly press inside her, gently, moving and twisting, firmly, repetitive. In and out in rhythm, speeding up so slowly. She could cry in the rippling pleasure moving up and down her. She feels Jane's fingers moving, searching, the pleasure building with every touch.

"There." She breaths when she feels Jane brush her sweet spot, and Jane strokes and curls her fingertips, pressing hard into the spot. The spark shoots up Maura's insides and to her brain. Euphoria. Numbness. Intensity.

She feels Jane's hands grip her forearms somewhere in her subconscious, holding her upright, stoping her from falling. She feels herself tighten uncontrollably and she feels Jane's lips gently pecking her until she can feels everything else again or see anything at all.

Minutes later Maura opens her eyes and Jane stands in front of her holding Maura tightly by the arms and smiling.

"Wow." Maura whispers mostly for herself.

Jane grins like a schoolgirl winning a prize. Confidence in spades.

Maura licks her lips and smiles back, "I think the science speaks for itself."

"Science usually does." Jane smiles in a way that her dimples are deep and sweet.

You are entirely kissable everywhere, Maura thinks.

Jane brushes a few stray hairs off Maura's face before leaning in to press a final quick presumptuous kiss to her friends soft lips.

It's far too short for either ones liking.

After Jane pulls back Maura looks down, unsure of what happens next, where that leaves them now. She wonders if there will be tension, if there won't be but should, there is no science to follow here.

"Are you a good kisser Maura?" Jane asks softly, darkly, a hint of daring.

Maura's mouth turns dry and all she can do is nod.

Jane licks her lips, "Show me?"