Jane heard the door open and the hushed voices of Frost and Frankie. She laid as still as possible, pretending to be sound asleep.
The luxuriously appointed bed was soft beneath her weary frame. She was exhausted from the day's activities and had decided to sneak away when her new spouse suggested a quick nap.
Their first nap as a married couple.
"Should we wake 'em?" Frost asked.
"Nah," Frankie replied. "Janie'd kill us."
"They're gonna be late for the reception," Frost warned.
"So Jane's gonna be late," Frankie laughed. "Nothin' new there."
"They look so cute," Frost chuckled. "Sleeping like babies. Good, cause tonight they'll be fu-"
"Hey," Frankie gritted indignantly. "That's my sister you're talkin' about!"
"Alright," Frost conceded. "Relax."
There was a long pause before the door closed again.
Jane rolled over, snuggling further into the firm body pressed against her.
Yawning, she squinted against the late day sun that streamed in through the cracks in the blinds.
Her phone buzzed again and she lazily opened it with one hand.
You're late.
Jane's companion stirred slightly, skimming Jane's back with a warm hand.
"We should go soon," Jane mumbled, curling further into the body beside her.
Jane's once perfectly styled hair was wild, unruly. Her suit jacket was slung over a chair nearby. One of her shoes was dangerously close to falling off and at some point she'd scuffed the heel. Her previously impeccably pressed shirt was hopelessly wrinkled.
Angela would never let her hear the end of it.
"Do we have to?" came the rather whiny reply.
"It was your idea to have this damned reception," Jane tossed back, placing a sloppy kiss to her companion's collar. "I wanted to go straight for the honeymoon."
"Jane!" her bedmate sighed.
"Maura!" Jane dragged out petulantly.
Jane pulled Maura closer and kissed her breathless.
"I can't believe you're changing for the reception," Jane laughed. "I like your dress."
"It's a wedding dress, Jane," Maura chastised lightly. "It's completely unsuitable for the reception."
"I'm not changing," Jane mumbled, kissing Maura again.
"I hope you never do," Maura tangled her fingers with Jane's.
"Don't get all corny on me now," Jane whispered against Maura's lips. "I'm stuck with you forever."
"Ah yes," Maura sighed. "But you could probably get out of it still. We haven't even consummated the marriage."
"I'll never get out of it," Jane squeezed Maura to her. "I'll never want to."
"Good," Maura kissed Jane chastely.
"Now about that consummating thing," Jane rasped. She kissed down Maura's neck towards her lace-encased breasts.
"Yes," Maura exhaled dreamily. "About that…"