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Maura couldn't lie.

It took Jane a few hours to realise.

Maura had told that man who sent her wine at The Dirty Robber that Jane was a lesbian. Jane would have noticed if Maura's rash had risen to her chest and throat, because Jane's eyes rarely strayed far from the region. So Maura had been telling the truth. Or Maura had believed she was telling the truth and had thus avoided an allergic reaction.

Had Jane questioned her sexuality? Of course, everyone did, and she was a female cop - she had a lot of offers, some of them very tempting.

Not for anything permanent, of course. It was always a passing, fleeting attraction. Jane liked men. Jane totally liked men. She'd been engaged to one - she was pregnant, for goodness sake. She liked all their hard muscles and the way they expected women to do all the household work. Completely endearing.

And women were attractive - Jane looked at them like exotic creatures, like a different species, like part of a club she didn't belong to. She'd never gone further than that once she'd let a murder suspect kiss her neck, but when she'd held Maura when they were playing the ruse for Giovanni, Jane had felt a shameful jolt of desire; not shameful because Maura was a woman, but shameful because Maura was her best friend and didn't want to sleep with her.

Because Jane realised she did want to sleep with Maura, and the rejection still stung, even as Maura covered Jane's hands on her stomach, even as Maura nestled deeper into Jane's embrace.

But still, Jane wouldn't call herself a lesbian. Lesbian suggested that she was attracted to only women, and Jane liked men too. She'd loved Casey... hadn't she? She'd eventually gotten engaged to him, and then eventually called it off. She knew the nature of his work, and that he didn't assume she was the weaker partner. But even as he proposed, Jane had been thinking about Maura, to tell Maura and see if the engagement ring was enough to make Maura jealous, enough to make Maura admit that she felt something.

But Maura couldn't lie, and she'd said she didn't want to sleep with Jane. And she'd called out that Jane was a lesbian. So Maura knew, somehow. Maura knew, and Maura still didn't want her.

So when Maura mentioned that they should think about the baby's future, Jane thought about it. She thought about setting aside money, she thought about the dangers of her job, and she thought about Maura holding her baby. So, in the sidecar of Maura's motorbike, Jane said a few things that were hard for her.

"If something ever happened to me, y'know something serious, I would want you to have the baby. Would you be willing to do that?"

"I'd be honoured," Maura said, that glorious smile on her face.

"And uh... even if something serious doesn't happen to me... I'd still want to raise it... with you." Jane looked down at her lemon juice. "As a co-parent. As a... something."

"As a what?" Maura asked, head tilted in that cute way Maura tilted her head when Jane confused her. It was so cute, and Maura was so cute and Jane's chest felt impossibly tight.

"Aw, forget it," Jane said, picking at her drink. "I just mean I'll be coming here a lot, so Ma can take the baby when I go back to work. And that you'll be my next choice for babysitting. If you wanted a legal claim, I'd figure something out."

"Is this because I called you a lesbian this morning?" Maura asked. "I was just putting off a man you had no interest in."

"Why do you always jump to lesbian, Mau?" Jane complained. "I just wanted to ask if you wanted... look, I rely on you a lot. You're right. I'm worried about my future, my baby's future. I'm worried I'll turn out like Ma, and I was hoping you could..."

"I go to lesbian because Jane, my eyes are up here." Jane looked up, eyebrows furrowed as she met Maura's eyes. Maura sighed. "I knew you were going to call me out about this."

"You can't lie, and you said I was a lesbian! Of course I'm going to call you out. I was checking for hives, by the way," Jane grumbled.

Maura sipped at her drink, trying not to roll her eyes.

"So if I can't lie, and I were to hypothetically say you were a lesbian, what would deductive reasoning lead you to conclude?"

"That I was gay. But I'm not gay. So how can you say I am without breaking into hives?"

"You're a lesbian," Maura said, and Jane's eyes darted down to her chest again, paused and perused what bare skin Maura had exposed there. "No hives," Maura said gently. Jane got out of the sidecar and put her drink down.

"Lie about something," Jane snapped, eyes narrowed.

"Jane, I'd rather not have a histamine reaction this late at night."

"Lie to me."

"I believe that Jane Rizzoli is not attracted to women." Immediately the rash starting rising on Maura's chest.

"So you think I'm gay. You believe it so strongly that to say otherwise makes you break out in hives. What I need to know is why." Jane slipped into the house and grabbed Maura's antihistamines, popped two from the blister pack and went outside, handed them to Maura.

"I may not be a Detective, but I am observant. I know the signs of female human arousal, and you don't display them around men. You've been lying to me for years," Maura huffed. "Thinking that I was too socially inept to notice the signs, too unintelligent to piece together the cues, too ignorant to notice the way you looked at me -"

Jane cut Maura off sharply. "Yeah? How do I look at you? Like a piece of meat I can't wait to dig my teeth into? Like a predator hunting for prey?"

"No, Jane. Do you really not know? You look at me like I'm someone you love."

"I do love you," Jane said quickly. "I love you like a friend."

"Like a sister?" Maura asked, and Jane went to answer, hesitated. "That's what I thought."

"I'm sorry," Jane mumbled. "You said you didn't want to sleep with me, so I didn't tell you. You never asked, I never lied. I didn't want... I didn't know... I thought I was straight." Jane looked up. "I thought I was straight, and that you were straight, and that... I knew I was attracted... I didn't think I was a lesbian though. Not even when you said it."

"You know I don't jump to conclusions. There was a lot of evidence, evidence that I initially ignored, because it seemed to make you uncomfortable."

"Huh. So I'm gay. Really? I liked Casey."

"You ran away every time he came home."

"So I'm gay. And I know I'm gay. And you know I'm gay. But you don't wanna sleep with me."

The same as last time, Maura tilted her head, a long pause.

"Do you?" Jane asked again, voice cracking. Maura licked her lips, looked down at the antihistamines in her hand, swallowed them and closed her eyes.

"No," Maura said again, her answer unchanged. Her skin already had hives, so Jane couldn't tell. She wished she'd saved this question as the question, wished she'd asked it earlier. "I want more than that, Jane." Maura said definitively.

"You do?" Jane asked, her voice cracking with hope. "What... What do you want?" Jane asked, almost bashfully.

"I want what we have," Maura said. "But I want more. I want you sleeping next to me at night, I want you waking up next to me in the morning."

"You've just taken antihistamines. How do I know..."

"Would this help?" Maura asked, getting off her motorbike and facing Jane. Maura's hands slid around Jane's waist, on top of her belt, pulling them together. One hand raised to push Jane's curls away from her face, then cupped a cheek, watching the expressions cross Jane's face. Trepidation, fear, but most of all hope. Maura let her thumb brush over Jane's lips, followed her mouth pressing gently against Jane's, feeling Jane relax the moment Maura's mouth met hers. Soft lips, impossibly soft lips, pressed against her own, Maura's body pressed against Jane's, the softness of Maura pressed against Jane's own lean form. Maura's hand wandering up from Jane's waist to hold her ribs. Maura pulled back a little.

"That felt pretty gay," Jane said, an exhilarated laugh forcing its way out of her mouth.

"You know I can't lie," Maura said, smiling slyly and kissing Jane again.