Author's note: Hi, I'm not new to fanfiction, but I am new to writing for JTV. I've completely, utterly fallen in love with the show and the Jane/Rafael pairing. This is a short (probably three-part) story primarily focused on Jane/Rafael that I came up with. The setting is the party for her graduation from college. Hope I do Jane/Raf justice and that you enjoy!

Would love your feedback and thoughts!

The Plan

"And this…" The door to Jane Villanueva's bedroom door swung open. "…is my room."

Jane stepped inside, leading a curious Rafael Solano by the hand through the doorway into the solace of her small world. As the final destination on the tour Jane had been leading since his early arrival to her graduation party, it gave Rafael a strange, overwhelming sense of déjà vu.

Maybe it was the soothing blue that enveloped him like a baby's blanket. Or perhaps it was the occasional splash of color that drew his attention and intrigued him. Even the crisp organization of Jane's desk contrasted endearingly with whimsically placed scarves, giving him a sense of chaotic balance. Of energetic calm. Of realized inspiration.

And maybe it was because, unlike her mother's room – which was dramatic in its boldness – or her grandmother's room – stark and overtly religious by contrast – Jane's room made Rafael Solano feel like he was coming home.

Much like the woman at his side.

Giving Jane's hand an affectionate squeeze, Rafael took in every detail of his surroundings, very much liking what he saw. "Ah, so this is where the magic happens."

"The magic?"

"Yeah. All of those great stories you write." Rafael's gaze landed on her desk where her computer sat silently waiting for Jane's inspiration to make it sing. "You might want to take a picture of where the best-selling author, Jane Villanueva, got her start. It'll come in handy for that biography they're sure to write about you."

"Best-selling author?" Jane repeated as she turned a beaming smile in his direction. "You know you're the only person that believes that will happen, right?"

"Not the only one." Rafael reminded her with a charming grin that could convince her of just about anything and with a hint of confident pride that made her breath catch. He pulled her close and anchored her to him by wrapping his arms around her slightly expanding waist. "You have been published now. It's only a matter of time."

Jane slipped her arms around his neck, her fingers instinctively diving into his hair and sending a now-familiar shiver down his spine. "Alright then. How about…you're the only one that really matters."

"I'll accept that. For now." Rafael smiled then bent his tall frame to capture Jane's lips in a deliciously slow kiss that ended in a reluctant sigh from both when it was broken.

With the glowingly beautiful Jane ensconced in his arms, lips red and swollen from their kiss and eyes dazed with tender passion, it was increasingly difficult for Rafael to ignore the fact that they were standing in Jane's bedroom. Only a few short feet from her bed.

Temptation had never been so achingly hard to resist.

But resist, he must. He cared about her – respected her – too much to cross those invisible lines before she was ready. So, Rafael turned his thoughts from what he'd like to be doing with Jane to what he would be doing with Jane.

"So, about this party. Who all is coming?" Rafael inquired casually, as if the curves of her body pressed lightly against his weren't driving him crazy.

It took all of Jane's concentration to focus on her answer and not the full, tempting lips hovering so close to hers. "Well, we have some neighbors and people from church, some of my classmates and, of course, my friends from work."

"Right. The work friends. That would be Lina, Frankie and Luca, right?"

"Uh-huh." Jane nodded, her focused gaze slipping upward to meet his gaze. And that's when her heart stopped. Then began to thunder. It amazed her how often that happened. Just by looking into those infinitely dark eyes of his. "The ones who know you as our playboy boss and my accidental baby daddy."

"That should be former playboy, and did you just call me your baby daddy?" Rafael quipped with eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Feeling the need to physically distance herself, Jane chuckled nervously then pulled out of his arms, tossing her answer over her shoulder as she headed to her dresser in search of the appropriate jewelry for the newly-purchased dress Rogelio had happily arranged for the occasion. With its red and white floral pattern, Jane knew just which pair of earrings to would work. The necklace, on the other hand, would be a challenge.

"Actually, that's what they call you. And I've tried to set the record straight, but…you know cyberspace. Once it's out there…"

Rafael slipped onto the edge of the bed, his lips pursed in thought. "Is this going to be weird? My being here?"

"No." Jane answered without hesitation, addressing him in the mirror as she completed her look with a pair of delicately dangling earrings. A raised eyebrow of inquiry turned her answer to a hesitant "Maybe?" In the next instant, she shrugged her careless disregard. "I don't care if it is. You're important to me, and I want you here to help me celebrate. Even if we are still being discreet."

"Ah, yes. That."

"What?" Jane asked, acutely aware of Rafael's suddenly furrowed brow. "You're…still on board with that, right?"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, totally on board." Rafael hastened to alleviate Jane's fears. "I was just thinking that, in the name of discreetness, I should probably only stay for a little while. Maybe come back later once everyone's gone? We could even have our own private celebration…"

Jane brightened instantly at the suggestion. "Ooohhh, I like the sound of that." Turning from the mirror, she approached, a smile gaining traction as she reached him, her hands instantly gravitating to his face. "You know what else I like?"

"What?" Rafael's midnight eyes sparked with the beginning of a smile as he placed his hands on her hips and tilted his face upward, like petals to the sun, seeking her warmth.

"You. Here. In my room."

"Me too." Rafael's smile deepened. Mischief invaded his eyes as he reengaged Jane on a ferociously fun debate they'd been having since she'd officially invited him to the party two weeks ago. "But I'm still waiting to see baby pictures."

"You have seen baby pictures." Jane replied in mock exasperation, rolling her eyes and fighting the urge to smile. Like the proverbial dog with a bone, he obviously wasn't going to let this go. And Jane Villanueva was beginning to learn that Rafael Solano could be quite formidable when he set his mind to something. "They were in the living room."

"Not those, adorable as they were." Rafael practically whined as a petulant pout formed. "I want to see the real baby pictures. The ones you're too embarrassed to put on public display."

Jane scrutinized him, wondering for the first time if their baby would have his uncanny ability to tug at her heart with just one puppy dog look. "I don't think we're to that 'picture sharing' phase of our relationship yet." Jane teased, fully intending to share the handpicked pictures currently hiding in her desk drawer, waiting to be discovered.

They would be her graduation gift to him.

"Ok, fine." Rafael shrugged, undeterred. "I'll just ask Abuela."

Caught off guard by his use of her favorite pet name for the Villanueva matriarch, Jane tilted her head in surprise. "Did you just call my grandmother Abuela?"

"What?" A slow smile spread across his full lips. Guessing from Jane's reaction that that was a rare occurrence made the telling of it all that more delicious. "She told me to."

A wave of warmth took Jane over as the thought of her dear abuela accepting Rafael so readily sank in. It was something she'd hoped for, but having that hope realized so much sooner than she expected meant more to Jane than even Jane could have predicted.

"Look at you." Playfully giving Rafael's solid shoulders a gentle nudge, Jane couldn't keep the hint of pride from her voice. "You're not even here fifteen minutes, and you're already getting privileges it usually takes years to extract."

"What can I say?" Rafael's nonchalant shrug and obvious pronouncement was endearing in its cuteness. "She likes me."

"Yeah? Well, guess what." Jane nuzzled his nose before letting him in on a little secret he already knew. "I kinda like you too."

It was Jane's turn to initiate the kiss. This time, she went deeper. This time, she lingered longer. This time, it took the ringing of the front doorbell and Xo's insistent voice calling Jane to the party before Jane reluctantly relinquished her claim on his lips.

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Thirty minutes later, the party was in full swing.

Upbeat music set the mood as a happy Jane greeted each visitor with a hug and a smile while Xo and Alba played hostess and plied guests with food and drink, each in their turn.

As the newest additions to Jane's life, Rafael and Rogelio gravitated to a corner where they formed an uneasy bond over a bowl of nachos and dip. This was, of course, after Rogelio had been mobbed by every female in the room and Rafael had been introduced as the father of Jane's baby, causing more than a few eyebrows to be raised.

Though Jane was thoroughly engrossed in celebrating her successes and discussing future plans with her friends and well-wishers, she was never too engaged to occasionally seek and gain Rafael's gaze across the room.

Slow, secretive smiles always followed.

It was that connection that alerted Jane to the surprise and sudden, unexpected tension in Rafael's expression.

Following his gaze, an equally surprised and suddenly tense Jane turned to find Michael Cordero, Jr. framed in the open door of her home.

Tbc…