1) Chess

A chill blew through the open window in Maura Isles' kitchen, and Jane Rizzoli averted her eyes as subtly as possible as her best friend's silk robe became partially unfurled by the wind, clearly revealing that the woman had nothing but a smooth purple tank-top on underneath. She shivered in her loose t-shirt and shorts, and leaned forward further in her chair, biting her lip as her attention returned to the chessboard. She was arrogantly aware that while she analyzed her next move, Maura was analyzing—or rather, enjoying— the tense contours of her contemplative face.

"Ha," Jane huffed out, a smirk of satisfaction teasing its way onto her lips as she moved her knight to an unforeseen location, effectively pinning Maura's king to the back row. Maura's eyes widened in shock and appreciation, humming in a way that was almost sultry, "impressive, detective," before defensively blocking her king with her last rook, knowing that the reprieve was only temporary, and essentially, amazingly - her best friend had beat her fair and square.

Jane wasn't kidding when she'd said she had a beautiful mind, too. And perhaps Maura had not made it clear enough that she appreciated it fully, eagerly… perhaps a bit lustily as well. Jane watched Maura's eyes darken noticeably as she took the honey-blonde's rook with flourish, unsure of where Maura's focus had gone, but fully intending to find out. And Maura…well. Maura was watching Jane's dexterous hand, suddenly all too aware of the ripple of muscles in her forearm caused by her thumb and index finger tightening around her piece, her mouth watering slightly as she imagined that index finger unfurling and slipping inside wet heat - her eyes involuntarily fluttered closed as she felt her nipples peak, and she moved to close her robe in half-hearted embarrassment, only to freeze, interrupted by Jane's husky declaration of dominance,

"Checkmate, doctor."

Jane looked up to make prolonged eye contact, and Maura couldn't help but notice that her pupils were blown wide and so hungry, hungry for her, and a second later all of the chess pieces were clattering to the floor as she stood from her chair, reaching across the small table to yank Jane forward, her hand fisting tightly into the Boston Red Sox logo of her shirt. Jane, aware of the sudden cool air on her exposed midriff and the way it made all her muscles pull tight, groaned eagerly and allowed Maura to devour her, their tongues sliding together like it was damned-near automatic, so natural…and, oh, the roof of Maura's mouth was so hot and wet and sweet like the cinnamon tea she'd been drinking a few hours before.

Jane thought for a second that if she pulled back, she could get around the table and send them both groping, grasping for each other and the cold hardwood floor, but Maura had other plans, refusing to let her go, instead pulling her forward so that she had no choice but to get up on her knees on the table. With an urgency that sent Jane's libido into high gear, her hips bucking forward into nothing and making the table rattle dangerously, Maura kicked her own chair out from underneath her as she stood, licking a hot stripe up Jane's neck and whispering into her officially now well-nibbled ear, "come forward, Jane," Jane hesitated, and Maura helpfully, impatiently pulled her legs straight out in front of her, so that her hips rested on the edge of the table, and then - then Maura was pushing her onto her back, Maura was pulling at her shorts, until they were gone, and then - oh my god, Maura was all over her, inside her, rocking on top of her with abandon, and Jane was seeing nothing, nothing but opened silk folds of that gorgeous robe acting like blinders in front of her eyes, Maura's cleavage right in front of her reddening face.

She thrust her body upwards with the sudden urge to latch her mouth there, lick and suck whatever skin she could get, but the change in angle put Maura's thin fingers right there, there ugh, god - and she couldn't breathe, clenching around her best friend and sending a stray wooden castle careening off onto the floor as her hands flew behind her head to clasp tightly on the table's opposite end. She heard Maura groan into her neck, felt the vibrations, and couldn't help but groan as well, then whimper, and scream as she came undone, "Oh my God, Maur!"

In her haze she suddenly became aware of the wetness on her upper thigh, and the sensation of Maura bucking herself against her almost sent her over again. Maura's panties were tight and wet against her bare skin and she felt Maura's need for more, harder, faster, "Ugh, Jane…." she sighed shakily as she came, before collapsing on top of the woman, causing the table to groan, and after they both could breathe again, both fully on top of the ridged surface at this point and sticking to sweaty skin, Jane felt hot breathe on her ear and swore she heard a gasping, final,

"Checkmate," from her suddenly very sated, cocky best friend.