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Chapter Two: What You Like.

Song: "What You Like" by Darren Hayes

Two women walked hand in hand down a narrow, plush carpeted hallway. Laughter roared as the taller of the women would rush a little faster and tug along her companion. Giggles echoed loud enough to be heard through the doorways that lined the walls.

They never expected this. One never suspected the other. If you had told Detective Jane Rizzoli that she'd be marrying a doctor, her best friend Dr. Maura Isles, she would have laughed in your face. And just a couple months ago her newly announced wife would have done the same. The delicate, stunning beauty that is Maura isles would have been overcome with a slight blush but would have immediately declined any such suggestion. Oh what a difference two months could make.

Tonight these women walk together for the first time as wife and wife. As they reach the door for their penthouse suite, Jane looks into her wife's eyes, still big and bright with happy memories from the ceremony and now shining with lustful promise as they embark on their wedding night.

Two months ago Jane took a chance on herself. After coming so close to almost losing Maura she had a moment of realization, an epiphany really. This woman, this amazingly beautiful and brilliant woman was her best friend and something more. Something more that took the detective quite a while to put a name to but when she did it almost knocked her off her feet. Maura Isles was her soulmate. There was no other explanation for the feeling of completion she had when she was in the company of the doctor. No explanation for how she melted at every request thrown her way. No reasoning herself out of those hazel eyes being her one true weakness. This was it. Maura Isles was it for Jane Rizzoli. The usually hard-headed and stubborn woman knew the truth behind this revelation and wasted no time on taking the chance on having it all with her one true love. She asked Maura out that night two months ago.

As her dark brown eyes took in the vision of beauty standing in front of her, dressed in a simple white cocktail dress, she shed her tough exterior and let the tears she had been fighting spring to life. This was the happiest moment of her life. Maura brought her delicate hand up to brush the droplets from Jane's sharp jaw all while keeping her eyes locked onto the loving gaze that was aimed at her.

It didn't matter to either women that they were still standing in the hallway, yet to open the door or even move an inch. They were lost in each other. When Jane ran her long fingers through Maura's loose caramel curls she smirked as the head turned slightly into her palm and the angelic face was angled up ever so slightly, presenting full pink lips for the taking. Jane never missed an invitation like this and immediately dropped her head to allow contact. A sigh escaped Jane as she drank in all the sweet splendor that was Maura's mouth.

[I wanna thank you my friend for making me feel worthwhile. Sweeter than the honey of your lips and kindness in your smile.]

Thoughts and images of the evening flooded both memories. The feeling of complete joy they felt as they exchanged vows in the small banquet hall the hotel provided. They had only a month to plan the wedding, but both women knew it would be perfect. They were surrounded by family and close friends, a small intimate ceremony was performed and they spent the rest of the night celebrating. Maura smiled against Jane's lips as she thought of their first dance. The lanky detective had been so nervous and thought she'd mess it up, but truth be told she was perfect. Being held so closely, feeling the love spread between the newlyweds and out to all the watchful eyes of those who cared so deeply for them, it was a moment that would forever bring a smile to Maura's face.

[Hand in hand we float across the room explosions deep inside. And cheek to cheek there's clouds under my feet. There's only you and I.]

As Maura pulled back she saw the same hesitation present in Jane's eyes that was there before they walked on the dance-floor. She took Jane's strong hand in her own and placed it on the doorknob. With her free hand she unlocked the door and together they slowly turned the knob. The door swung open, allowing a peak into their well appointed room. A room that was still and empty at a glance, but it was full of promise and possibilities.

As their eyes met again they shared a silent moment of understanding, and brief moment of reassurance for the hesitant detective, before moving any further. Maura was halted as soon as she noticed Jane was no longer moving forward, but instead was held in place. When she turned to look at her wife with concern, the anticipation that was just a slow burn was now a raging fire when she saw the smirk that was playing on Jane's gorgeous face. Before Maura could register what was happening, Jane had bent down, scooped her up, and was now carrying her over the threshold. She was not released from the strong hold until the door was closed and she was deposited gently onto the king size bed. After Jane had let go she stood at full height and smiled down at the woman who stole her heart years ago, but had now claimed official ownership of it. Even dreams never felt this good.

Maura just looked up at her wife allowing her eyes to scan and linger. Jane was a tall drink and she planned on savoring ever last drop. It had taken several days of begging, over a week of convincing, and a final day of promising that wearing her dress uniform for their wedding was what Maura wanted. As she said her vows she wanted to look at the brave, strong woman she fell in love with, and also wanted to strip off every last piece of the formal attire. It had the desired effect and then some. Maura placed her feet on the floor in front of Jane, legs slightly parted and sat straight up. Her eyes stayed locked on the ones that stared at her nervously as she reached for scarred hands. Holding them firmly in her own she spoke the only words that would be spoken for the rest of the night.

"Don't be nervous, Jane. It's just me. We waited so it would be special, and it will be no matter what because we love each other."

Whether it was the gentle way she said the words or just because she's Maura, every ounce of nervousness Jane carried fell away and was replaced with confidence and want. Her hands were immediately released and found their way into those caramel curls that were soft and enticing but too perfect to touch. All of Maura seemed too perfect to touch. But starting tonight Jane would touch all of her as often as possible.

[Please tell me what you like does that feel nice? Give me a sign. If you love it I can do it again. We've got the rest of the night to get it right.]

As their lips met there was no hesitation. Each woman knew what they wanted. It was the same thing they had been going crazy for over the past two months. After a few dates Maura knew this was it for her, this was the life she was meant to live. Her rational mind and irrational mind told her to propose so she did. Immediately. And both women agreed to have the wedding as soon as possible simply because they had waited too long for their happiness together. Neither could remember now, but one of the two thought it'd be nice to wait until their wedding night to make love. Over a month of teasing, close calls, and several cold showers later, both women knew if was the right decision.

Maura took her time loosening the knot in Jane's tie and unbuttoning her shirt. She reveled in each new inch of bare skin that came into view. She then stood toe to toe with her wife and pushed the offending items from her shoulders and let them fall heavily to the floor. Wrinkles were of no concern, she certainly wouldn't be wearing that suit anytime soon. Her highly trained, impossibly soft hands couldn't get enough of the tantalizing skin on display before her. She could feel a signature Rizzoli smirk looking back at her as her fingers danced along a toned abdomen. It hit her then that she'd go to sleep with and wake up to that Rizzoli every night and every morning and kiss that smirking mouth for the rest of her life. Maura Isles was left questioning how she got so lucky.

[Looking back on lonely nights, searching for love again. I never knew my journey began and ended with you my friend.]

Though Maura was nothing but lovely, Jane grew tired of the slow pace and took control. Her arms snaked around the slim waist in front of her and lips met with a bruising impact as she pulled Maura in close. The rough material of Maura's dress against her bare skin heightened the rest Jane's senses. Her nimble fingers found the impossibly small zipper on the back and she lowered it at a painfully slow speed. Maura began to fidget impatiently but Jane did nothing to move quicker. It was too much fun to play with the doctor, and oh how she was going to play. The dress was simple. Knee length with a high neckline to be respectfully dressed for a wedding. An eyelet embroidery was all that kept the dress from being boring. But on Maura no dress would look boring. Jane was even more interested on what was on under said dress. As the zipper reached the dimples on Maura's lower back, the detectives hands made their way to her shoulders and slid the dress to the floor.

Janes detective intuition never failed her, especially not tonight. She knew Maura would have a surprise up her sleeve and her gut is telling her she just found it. Sparks that were igniting a little lower than her gut were telling her she was right as well. Even as a fellow woman Jane didn't know bridal lingerie existed. But she was learning all about it right now, and it was a lesson she would never forget. There was so much white lace and so much creamy white skin Jane's palms began to itch, fighting over which she should touch first. The bra, the garter, the matching thong panties and thigh high stockings, her brain was was having some sort of delightful short-circuit as it tried to catalogue every image away for later use. Finally a small sparkle came from the triangle between Maura's legs that was fighting for Jane's attention. When her dark eyes finally fell upon it she didn't know if her heart would explode or her knees would give way first. In small rhinestones the front of the panties read "I Do". It was the most romantic, sweetest, sexiest thing she had ever seen. When Jane's fiery eyes finally met Maura's again the look of hunger in them stopped the doctor from even wondering if Jane liked what she saw. The taller woman closed the distance between them and lifted Maura off her feet causing her legs to wrap around her lean midsection out of instinct. A moment later she found herself on her back in bed with the delicious weight of Jane Rizzoli on top of her. At some point Jane removed her pants, Maura wasn't sure how she missed that and she made a note to ask her wife about that later.

[Softer than your butterfly kisses, but stronger than my desire. I wanna thank you my friend for making me feel alive.]

What started out as fevered and rushed, now turned slow and loving. Jane wanted to freeze the moment and enjoy every second she had. They would only have one first time and one wedding night, and though it would be impossible to stop time Detective Jane Rizzoli would sure as hell try. As her hands roamed and relished the skin and silky materials beneath them, she quietly said her vows to herself. Pouring every promise she made out into her touch, trying to imprint every loving thought she ever had for this woman onto her skin. She knew how many times she almost lost Maura, the love of her life, and she would never allow that to happen again. She promised to love and protect Doctor Maura Isles, until death do them part.

[I'll never mess it up again. I won't let slip like grains of sand through careless fingertips cuz I'm a man who understands. I've been burned by the fire. I can learn to feel the light again and listen I can hear your demands.]

As Jane and Maura explored this new dimension to their relationship, this new added perk to their marriage, it all came naturally to both of them. Whether it was love leading them or intuition for what the other liked, every touch was perfect. No caress was too soft or too rough. Every time their lips met their tongues danced in perfect sync. They both weren't afraid to laugh or make a joke. Maura basked in the darkness and privacy the curtain of Jane's unruly curls provided around them.

Each woman came undone and was put back together several times throughout the night. Hours passed and late evening turned into a golden hue of morning as the newlyweds allowed their bodies to melt together and solidify a union. The union of Rizzoli & Isles was one that was celebrated and would be forever cherished.

[Please tell me what you like if that feels nice give me a sign. If you love it I can do it again. We've got the rest of our lives to get it right.]