A/N: Okay okay, I am sorry I just had to. Totally inspired by Matt Nathanson's Wedding Dress because this came to mind.

We laid there, silent yet awake. Our breathing was rhythmically in sync. I couldn't help but stare into the blackness of the room and think over the whirlwind of events. Maura laid across my chest still wearing her wedding dress.

She looked like a princess walking down the aisle. I stood, enraptured by her captivating beauty. She absolutely glowed as her father walked her but I knew the smile she wore was fake. There wasn't a hint of happiness in her eyes yet she still looked stunning.

I couldn't let the love of my life get away. I'd been so stupid. So scared. My mother was right. I couldn't let the best woman I'd ever know get away. I had to just stop pretending those glances and lingering stares weren't the normal actions of friends but those of lovers longing to be forever lost in one another's arms.

Before she could get to her pompous fiance who was waiting with the officiant, I cried out. "Maura! You can't do this! I love you!" She had whirled around when I said her name and looked stunned.

"J-Jane?" She stammered. I was sure it was out of surprise. She looked at at Jackson, who looked like a stunned baboon and then dropped her father's arm, rushing toward me.

I threw my arms around her and then we rushed as fast as we could for my car leaving the hall in chaos. When we got to the car, we kissed deeply, tears falling from Maura's eyes. "I-I've waited to hear that for so long, Jane. I love you. It's always been you." She said.

"I know, Maura. It's always been you for me too. I should have seen it sooner. I'm sorry for that. But we're not wasting one more minute." I then started us up and headed out. I didn't know where. I didn't want us to be disturbed so that meant my place and Maura's were off the list.

Finally we stopped at the Marriott. Given our attire, the clerk congratulated us and gave us the Honeymoon suite. It wasn't worth correcting her so when Maura started to, I waved a hand and smiled, taking the keycard and Maura's hand.

We spent hours talking about what we wanted for our lives individually and together. Now we had to think of together.

Kids? Yes. Who carries first? Well, it was logical given the types of professions Maura should. Of course, it would follow our own wedding. So many things were discussed as we lay here, I honestly can't recall every detail.

All that matters is when I look down to my chest, I see long honey-blonde tresses and warm hazel eyes looking up at me and the most perfect, sincere smile on her lips.