So, you all asked for a second part to this story. It's a little bit shorter, but here it is. Thanks for all the lovely reviews. Enjoy.

Her body broke out into a cold sweat as she gasped for air. Oxygen filled her lungs and there was a temporary relief to the burning in her chest. But the strain was back. She repeated the process, knowing there was no hope for release any time soon. Skilled fingers reached up and palmed her left breast, kneading the small mound of flesh. They pinched her tender nipples and she let out a pained moan.

"Please," She begged. Drops of sweat peppered her forehead. The metal handcuffs that held her wrists to the bedpost rattled as she struggled under her attacker.

"It's my turn now, Jane." The deep voice told her.

She paused and thought about what happened to get her to this point.

It had been a long week. They picked up a double homicide on Monday morning. A couple had been killed in an alley outside a bar. The scene was nothing out of the ordinary. From the looks of it, it was a crime of passion. The man's head was beaten to a pulp. His girlfriend was shot once in the chest. The murder weapons were missing and there weren't any prints on the body.

They worked on finding the killer through leads from the victim's families and friends. The process took several days because their closest relatives lived out of the country. Getting in contact was difficult but they were able to talk to everyone they need to by Wednesday night. They decided to call it a night and pick up on leads in the morning after a good night's rest.

Jane took the lift down to the morgue in hopes of bribing her doctor friend with wine and Thai food. She hadn't seen the other woman in a few days. She requested Frost for the autopsies and hadn't returned any of Jane's phone calls. She was feeling ignored and none ignored Jane Rizzoli. No one. She missed her best friend. The other woman had a special place in her heart. She loved Maura.

She loved Maura?

Where did that come from? Maura was her friend, her best friend. She couldn't love best friend. Maybe she just loved in a platonic way. If someone is your first thought when you wake up and the last before you go to sleep, is it only platonic? It wasn't possible, but she would never have a chance with the beautiful, blonde woman anyway.

Maura was straight. Maura dated men. Maura fucked men. She fucked men and then told Jane about it. Jane cringed each time her friend began a story about some new guy. The green monster inside of her burned. There always seemed to be a steady stream of suitors in Maura's life that fueled her jealousy. The stream of men did not reflect negatively on Maura as a person but it did diminish Jane's chances of having something special with the other woman.

Jane assumed her best friend had no interest in women. And besides, Maura could never love a woman like her. She could never live up to the standards set by her friend's high end lifestyle. A blue collar, Italian cop could never provide for her.

When she reached her friend's office, the lights were off. Hoping to catch the woman before she went home alone, Jane rushed out to the parking garage. It was dark but high heels clicked on pavement. She tried to push these thoughts from her mind as she spotted the medical examiner walking to her car.

She took a moment to admire the way the woman's dress hugged her perfect ass. She wanted nothing more than to feel that perfect ass. She imagined watching those hips lift off the bed as Maura came under her. She imagined sweet moans of ecstasy escaping pouty lips.

In retrospect, fucking Maura against her car in the parking garage wasn't her best idea. Sure, she got the answer she wanted. She had an experimental phase in high school that no one knew about, but those were just girls. Maura was a would never forget the feeling of Maura's body under hers. The cries of passion that fell from her lips.

She supposed that was the root of her current situation.

When the doctor came knocking at her door on Friday night with a wicked smile on her face, she knew she should have been scared. The look was feral and determined. Without so much as a hello, she dragged Jane into her room and pushed her down on the bed. The frightened detective crawled to the center as Maura moved to straggle her hips. She leaned down to kiss Jane but her lips skirted to the right and delved into her crook of her neck. Jane closed her eyes and gave into the feel of Maura's lips on her neck. Before she knew what was happening, her hands were handcuffed to the bedpost.

"Maura, what-"

"I believe the phrase is 'paybacks a bitch.'"

That was three hours ago. Three hours of teasing and wisecracks. Jane was ready to explode. Her body wanted release but the blonde would not allow it. She was talented. Each time, she brought Jane closer to the edge but pulled back before Jane could come. At this point, the detective was ready to cry.

Maura's tongue circled her swollen clit for what seemed like the millionth time that night. Her manicured nails teased Jane's entrance before dipping into her lover's core.

"Please, Maura," She begged. Jane Rizzoli didn't beg for anything, but she was now. She was at Maura's mercy and the other woman knew it. This is what Maura loved about having fucking women. There was no assumption of dominance due to size. Men were generally dominant in bed and that left no room for her wild side. With a woman, there was an equal advantage. Either could be dominant. And for Maura, it was usually her. The same applied to Jane but she wasn't in a position to fight for control.

"You've been a very bad girl, Jane. That little stunt you pulled cannot be easily forgiven. Should I forgive you?" She pumped in and out, her entire hand covered in the juices of Jane's arousal. The dark haired woman tasted like the world's sweetest nectar. Maura couldn't get enough.

"Please, Maura. I'm sorry." Maura's heart softened at the desperation the woman's pleas. She knew she was being cruel but it wasn't undeserved.

"What will I get in exchange for letting you come, dear?"

"Anything,"

"Anything?"

"Yes, I'll give you anything, Maura, please."

Grinning, Maura positioned herself between Jane's legs, pulling her soaked fingers. She heard Jane whimper before she forced her tongue into Jane's core. Her thump pushed down on her clit. Jane cried out. When she felt her getting closer to climax, she kept going and licked her into a mind blowing orgasm. Her body shuddered violently. She was forced to hold Jane's hips down as she licked her clean though her orgasm.

Exhausted, Jane closed her eyes once her body came down from its high. She drifted off to sleep as Maura unlocked her hands. They were bruised from the struggle that Jane put up. She kissed her lover's wrists and pulled the blanket over her naked body. She knew there would be hell to pay when Jane awoke, but it was worth it. Jane was worth it. Maura climbed under the covers and wrapped her body around Jane's.

Where did this leave them? Where they girlfriends, lover's, friends with benefits, fuck buddies? All of those things were plausible but Maura wanted more. She wanted to hold Jane's hand as they walked down the street. She wanted to tell guys that hit on Jane at the bar to fuck off. She wanted to kiss Jane in front of everyone. She wanted to scream to the world that she loved Jane Clementine Rizzoli with everything that she was.

Only time would tell. Now, it was time to rest. Fucking Boston's Finest senseless was exhausting work, even for Maura.

For those of you who were wondering, the first chapter was based off Los Hombres de Paco. I saw the video on Tumblr and couldn't resist. Follow me angiesvoice or send me a review.