4/?

Maura arrived home reasonably assured she had found her wedding dress. It was a simple, yet elegant dress, and she was certain it would wow Jane. Angela had been dabbing at her eyes as if she was going to burst into tears, and Maura took from these cues that Angela approved of the dress as well.

She walked into the house and put her keys on the hall table. "Jane?"

"In 'ere!"

Maura narrowed her eyes. That didn't sound promising. She walked into the living room, and lifted an eyebrow. Jane was sprawled on the couch, a beer bottle on the coffee table, although Maura was relieved to see it was on a coaster.

"Did you have fun with Ma?"

"Yes, it was very productive." Maura sat on the chair opposite Jane. "Is everything alright?"

"Sure. No problems here. There's a message from your mother on the machine. It's basically letting you know that I'm a rude, unclassy and crass bitch who has corrupted you and you are to get the idea of this stupid 'event' out of your head and come back and marry Garrett Fairfield. Even though he's in jail."

Maura's eyes almost bugged out of her head. "Jane…why would my mother be talking about you?"

"I met her today. I knew how much having your parents at our wedding meant to you, and after the fucking disaster of last time, I figure, maybe she just needs to get to know me!" Jane waggled her finger at Maura. "I love you, baby, but your mother is a bitch and one of the only people I've wanted to throttle." Jane paused. "Well… 'cept Hoyt. And Dean. And Leahy." Jane chuckled. "Man, I want to throttle a lot of people!"

Maura was unsure where to even begin with this disaster. Jane was drunk, or at the very least tipsy, and she had gone to meet her mother. Maura paused. "Jane, you weren't drunk when you went to visit my mother, were you?"

"Not that much of an idiot, no matter what your mother says." Jane crooked a finger, beckoning Maura to come closer.

Maura leaned in closer and Jane began to whisper in her ear.

"And I'm not drunk. I'm tipsy, but certainly not impaired enough that I couldn't eat you out until you scream."

Oh good lord. That was one thing that Maura had forgotten about drunk…or rather, tipsy, Jane. She had no censor. And was quite talented in turning Maura on.

"Jane."

Jane smirked. "What, Maura? You don't want me to eat you out until you scream? Maybe you'd like me to fuck you until…"

Maura put a finger to Jane's lips. "Before we discuss those incredibly arousing and tantalizing possibilities, would you like to tell me what happened between you and my mother?"

Jane took Maura's finger into her mouth, sucking it lightly. "Not really."

Maura closed her eyes briefly, before opening them. "Jane…that's not helping."

"Maura, I love you. You deal with my crazy family, I deal with yours. That's what happens when you love someone."

Maura caressed Jane's cheek. "I'm going to tell you something, but I'm not sure if you'll remember it in the morning. I usually have words for everything, and I know how much you love calling me a google mouth. But Jane, what I feel for you, how much I love you, I can't find words to express it."

Jane smiled. "Honey, you seem to think I'm drunker than I am. I will definitely remember that you said that." Her hand travelled down to Maura's arm. "In fact, I am sober enough to realise two very important things."

"What's that?" Maura's eyes followed Jane's hand.

"I know how horny you get when I talk like this. And I bet…" Jane's hand disappeared under Maura's skirt. "Fuck, Maura, you're soaked."

Maura whimpered and pushed herself closer to Jane's hand. "Jane…"

Jane grinned and pulled Maura over to her, kissing her fiercely. "So which do you want, baby? Me eating you out until you scream or fucking you until you wince at work tomorrow?"

Maura whimpered again, straddling Jane's lap. "The first one…hurry, Jane."

"Mmm, say it. Tell me what you want."

Maura moaned. "Jane…"

"Come on, tell me."

Maura bent to whisper in Jane's ear. "Eat me out till I scream."

Jane groaned in satisfaction. "Fuck, yeah, I will." She lifted Maura easily in her arms. "We're gonna need the bed for what I'm going to do to you."

They went upstairs to the bedroom and Jane tossed Maura onto the bed. She quickly started to strip.

"Don't want any clothes getting in the way," she muttered. Her eyes caught Maura starting to undress herself and she moved over to her fiancé, stilling Maura's hands. "I don't think so. I want my fun."

Maura reached for Jane, aching to feel some contact. The brunette crawled up the bed and into Maura's arms, bending down for a long, hot kiss. Maura ran her fingers down Jane's back and then up over her abs, before cupping Jane's breasts and pinching the nipples.

"Fuck, Maura," Jane hissed, leaning down and kissing her again. Her long fingers worked quickly on Maura's dress shirt, and she quickly disposed of it and the bra.

Jane's face broke into a smile as Maura's breasts appeared before her. "You have the most amazing breasts, Maura." She bent down and swirled her tongue around one hard nipple. "And they taste fucking fantastic."

Maura moaned as she felt the heat of Jane's tongue on her skin. "Jane…"

"Mmm, I know. Just wait."

Maura closed her eyes, her fingers clutching at Jane's shoulders as the brunette kissed and licked her way down Maura's body. By the time she eased Maura's thighs apart, the honey-blonde was trembling with anticipation and desire.

Jane made herself comfortable between Maura's legs, her fingers caressing the other woman's inner thighs. "I love you, Maura."

Maura shivered with arousal as she felt Jane run her fingers over her underwear. "I love you too, Jane."

Jane grinned at her, before pulling off the skirt and panties. She hooked Maura's legs over her shoulders and kissed her inner thighs once more, before leaning in and running her tongue up Maura's centre.

"Oh God…"

"So fucking wet," Jane murmured, licking and sucking at Maura's entrance. "You taste fucking incredible."

Maura whimpered, pushing herself closer to Jane. "More…please more…"

Jane moaned against her, moving her tongue up to flick against Maura's clit. She could feel Maura's thighs shaking around her and she ran her fingers down them, before running them up and over Maura's trembling abdomen.

She loved seeing Maura like this. Her fiancé was so calm, collected and put-together in the rest of her life, but when they were alone and Jane touched her, Maura came apart. The thought that she, Jane Rizzoli, could make this beautiful creature come undone was arousing, and it was one of her favourite things to do.

"Jane…please…"

Jane's eyes looked up at Maura, who had one hand fisted in the bed sheets and the other tangled in Jane's curls. Maura looked down at Jane, her face contorted in pleasure. When she felt Jane's long fingers tease her wet centre, she whimpered. Jane grinned and closed her mouth around Maura's clit, sucking softly and listening to Maura's pleas for release.

Jane thrust one finger inside Maura, feeling the muscles clench tightly around it. She loved Maura's face when she filled her – whether with her fingers, tongue, or the strap-on they took turns with – she loved how Maura's hands would reach for her, how her voice became shallow and breathy, and how she would tell Jane:

"I love feeling you inside me."

Jane ran a free hand up to caress Maura's abdomen, taut with arousal, silently expressing her oft-repeated response of "I love being inside you."

She thrust in another finger, hearing Maura's moan of approval. But Jane wasn't satisfied. She wanted Maura screaming her pleasure, the intensity of it overwhelming her. So she employed her favourite trick – one Maura had introduced her to when she had lightly brushed a manicured nail against Jane's clit.

Jane may not have had manicured nails, but she had teeth and she loved the hitch in Maura's breathing at the first graze. Maura was wet, so wet, and Jane licked some more as she thrust. Maura's hips were rising to meet her fingers and Jane could tell Maura was close.

So she changed her tempo and grazed Maura's clit with her teeth before sucking on it, hard. Jane sucked and kissed and caressed Maura's body as she heard the honey-blonde scream and buck against Jane's mouth. Jane held tight, not wanting to let Maura miss a moment of the pleasure she could give her.

Jane kept licking and sucking at Maura's centre until she felt the honey-blonde shiver again and grab Jane's brunette locks.

"Jane…I can't. Too much."

Jane smiled smugly, and pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of Maura's thigh before moving up the bed and taking Maura in her arms.

"Told you I wasn't too drunk."

Maura moaned and snuggled closer. "I can't even reciprocate."

Jane chuckled and pressed a kiss to Maura's forehead. "It's fine. Get some sleep. You need it."

Maura lifted her head and softly kissed Jane's lips. "You're going to lie there and be smug for a while longer, aren't you?"

Jane grinned at her. "Hell yeah."

Jane hissed as sunlight streamed through the window. "Fuck." She gingerly opened her eyes, looking for the offender, and found Maura standing next to the bed with a glass of water and two aspirin.

"I didn't drink that much last night."

Maura smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Jane took the aspirin and drank. "No, but you did have a rather interesting time with my mother. I'm sure your situation this morning can be attributed at least partly to that."

Jane narrowed her eyes as she flopped back onto the pillow. "That's not very scientific of you, Dr Isles."

"I have learnt in our time together that not everything can be explained by science." Maura's hand caressed Jane's cheek. "I can never find adequate language to express my feelings for you, for example."

Jane turned and kissed the palm of Maura's hand. "That means a lot, you know. That the Queen of Googlemouth loves me so much she can't find the words to express it."

Maura smiled. "I know."

"So, why the early wakeup call? I didn't wear you out enough last night?"

"You did exceptionally well last night, I assure you."

Jane grinned. "Yeah?"

"Absolutely. But you need to get up and have breakfast. Barry will be over in about an hour."

"Barry? As in Frost? What is he coming here for?"

"I'm going to help him plan my bachelorette party."

"Your WHAT?"

Maura found Jane's reaction more than mildly amusing. "You don't have anything to worry about, Jane. A bachelorette party is traditional. I'm sure you will be having a bachelorette party too."

Jane narrowed her eyes. "Are you having a stripper?"

Maura leaned down till her lips were mere millimetres from Jane's. "You don't possibly think I could want anyone else but you? You arouse me so much, Jane. You make me so wet all the time – look at what you did last night. I screamed so much because you gave me so much pleasure."

Jane looked at Maura's lips. "Fuck. If Frost wasn't going to be here in an hour I'd take you right now."

"If Barry wasn't coming over, I'd let you."

"Fuck Frost. I hate him."

Maura chuckled. "Behave. That's my maid of honour you're talking about. Besides, shouldn't you go and see your brother? Ask him about the best man duties?"

"I'd rather take you in every room of the house again."

"Maybe after Frost goes home."

"Yeah." Jane started to get up. "I'll give you a better show than any stripper could."

Maura watched Jane head into the bathroom and she ran her tongue over her lips. "I don't doubt it."

Jane walked along the corridor to her old apartment. Frankie had jumped at the chance to have it when she moved, claiming her apartment was bigger than his and had better plumbing. She had felt it a good idea not to mention which surfaces she and Maura had had sex on.

Frankie opened the door looking dishevelled. Jane lifted an eyebrow.

"You don't have a girl stashed in there, do you?"

Frankie narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

"I need to talk to you about something. It's kinda important."

Frankie opened his door wider and looked at her. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's…it's about the wedding."

"You're not chickening out are you?"

"Don't be an idiot," Jane replied, watching as he shut the door. "I love her. I just want you to do something for me."

Frankie narrowed his eyes. "Okay."

"I want you to stand up for me."

"At the wedding."

"No, at a Dodger's game, YES at my wedding." Jane put her hands in her pockets. "I want you to be my best man. There is no one I would rather stand up beside me on the most important day in my life than you."

"Really?"

Jane lifted an eyebrow at him.

"Right. Well, of course I will." Frankie grinned and hugged his sister. "Yeah, you bet!"

"Thanks," Jane said, when the hug broke. "It means a lot to me."

Frankie smiled. "I can't believe you're getting married."

"Get used to it. And you can thank me for it too. It might get Ma off your back about getting married for a while."

Frankie snorted. "Yeah, right. The second you're married she's going to be asking me, 'and when are you going to bring home a nice Italian girl?'. But I guess I can deal with that, because the next thing she'll be onto you about is 'when are you giving me grandbabies?'"

"Oh geez," Jane moaned. "Can't we at least leave talking about kids until AFTER the honeymoon?"

"Where are you going?" Frankie said, grabbing two sodas from his fridge and handing one to Jane.

"Maura wants to spend the first couple of nights at the cabin. After that – I don't know."

Frankie flopped down on the couch. "So I figure we need to organise a bachelorette party."

Jane sat down beside him. "Frost is over at our place talking with Maura about a bachelorette party."

Frankie laughed. "I don't even know where to start with that."

"Don't you give him shit about it," Jane warned him. "It means a lot to Maura that he's doing this. She doesn't really have anyone else."

"Yeah, yeah." Frankie took a drink. "Hey, what about her parents?"

Jane groaned. "Let's not talk about that."

"You met 'em?"

"I went to see her mother. She hates me on principle."

"Because?"

"I'm a woman, I'm of a much lower class than Maura. Take your pick."

"Ouch."

"I'm going to see her father." Jane sighed. "Maura doesn't say it, but I know how much it hurts that they're not involved with the wedding. I just want her to be happy, you know?"

"Yeah, but what if her parents still won't get into the wedding fever?"

Jane sighed. "I don't know."

"So I was reading this book," Frost began, holding up the maid of honour book that Maura had given him. "But I figured you might have your own place in mind for your bachelorette party."

Maura nodded. "Jane and I are good friends with the new owner of Merch. Her name is Olivia and she assures me she has no plans to bump off her wife so that she can run off with her lover."

Frost blinked. "Well, that's uh, comforting."

"I thought so." Maura took out a pad of paper. "I'm not sure about their policy on strippers though. I'm bisexual, so your choice of stripper is quite broad."

Frost tried not to choke. "Right."

"I believe most of the women who want to attend my party will be straight, so I'm not sure if we should cater to their needs as well. Perhaps we need both a male and a female?"

Frost was thinking of all the things Jane was going to owe him from this bachelorette party. "Does uh, Jane know about this?"

"She knows that bachelorette parties involves strippers. But she won't be attending. I believe Frankie will be organising a bachelorette party for her." Maura smiled at Frost. "You will be very lucky, because I'm sure you're going to be invited to both."

"Yeah, great." Frost decided it was time for a safer subject. "So uh, how about guests? Do you have a list of people I should invite?"

Maura smiled and handed over a sheet of paper. "You're very organised, Frost. I'm impressed. This list includes some people Jane and I work with. However Angela is also getting me a list of Jane's family members who would like to attend. I will forward it to you when I receive it."

"No problem. So, do you want me to book Merch, or do you want to do it, since you know the owner?"

"I can do it." Maura turned to another page in her notebook. "Now. Games."

Frost paled.

Jane arrived home after a good morning with Frankie. She found Maura in the kitchen, making lunch. Jane moved up behind her, putting her hands around her waist and kissing her shoulder.

"Hey gorgeous."

Maura turned around in her arms and they kissed fiercely.

"Did you ask Frankie?" Maura asked.

Jane nodded. "Yeah. He said yes."

"I had no doubt he would."

"How about you and Frost?"

"He's turning out to be a very competent maid of honour. I think it's going to be a wonderful bachelorette party."

Jane wasn't sure how to reply to that, so she kissed Maura instead. Maura's arms wrapped around Jane's neck, hugging the detective closely.

"I'm so glad I'm marrying you."

Jane looked down at her. "Well, good, because otherwise this whole wedding thing would be a bit awkward, wouldn't it?"

"I just want you to know that I love you, and I love your family, and I'm glad you let me share them."

Jane narrowed her eyes. "Why do I have the feeling that this is going somewhere that involves me being told not to do something?"

Maura looked thoughtful. "Because we know each other very well?"

"Mhm. What gives?"

"Well, since my plans at subterfuge have failed anyway…" She pulled back a little from Jane's embrace. "Don't bother going to see my father. He's not going to want to come and he always does what my mother tells him anyway."

Jane took Maura back into her embrace, kissing the honey-blonde tenderly on the neck. "Mmm, but he hasn't met me, and I can be pretty persuasive."

Maura reluctantly pulled back again and made sure she had Jane's attention. "Jane, please. I'm serious. I don't want you to get hurt."

Jane frowned. "I'm not afraid of your father."

"I know that! But what's the point of making yourself stressed over him?"

"You're the point!" Jane placed her hands on Maura's shoulders. "Don't you get that? Everything I do, I do with you in mind! I do it because I love you, because I want you to be happy and so…"

Jane froze and bit her lip. Maura stared at her, and finally she narrowed her eyes.

"So what, Jane? So I won't leave you?" Maura made an exasperated sound. "Jane, I thought we were past this? I'm wearing your ring, I agreed to married you, I love you! What more will it take?"

"I don't know!" Jane rubbed her face with her hands. "I just…listening to your mother…"

"Why would you listen to anything she has to say? She doesn't know you, she doesn't know me, or our relationship."

"You think I don't see the looks? At the station, or when we go out to one of those fancy restaurants, or I take you to a game? They're all wondering why you're slumming with me!"

Maura glared at Jane. "You listen to me, and you listen to me good, Jane Rizzoli. Do you remember that trip you and I took to my cabin, after I found you that night? Do you remember what we said to each other? You promised you'd never leave me and I promised I'd never leave you. And do you remember what else you promised? You said you'd try not to hurt me again. You leaving me would hurt, Jane. Not being with you would be unbearable. You promised me, Jane Rizzoli and now I'm promising you. I don't care what anyone thinks. I love you. I need you. You make me feel alive, you push me and make me better, and you damn well better get rid of this idea that you're not as good as me, because you, Jane Rizzoli, are my hero."

Jane blinked. "Did you just say damn?"

"Jane!"

"I…" Her brain seemed to register the rest of the conversation. "I'm your hero?"

Maura nodded, her hand resting on Jane's cheek. "We've come through so much together. We've come so far."

"I remember what happened between us," Jane murmured, her fingers caressing Maura's cheek. "I remember that night before we went to the cabin. I remember everything you said."

"You believed it then, Jane. Believe it now." Maura smiled at Jane. "What you and I have, it breaks down those barriers just like we broke down each others' walls. Don't ever doubt what I feel for you, Jane. Ever. Do you understand?"

Jane nodded, tugging Maura into her arms. She pressed a kiss to the top of Maura's head. "When did my scientific googlemouth become full of so much emotion?"

"When she met you." Maura smiled and kissed Jane's shoulder. "You opened me up to a lot of new experiences, Jane. I'm a better person because of you."

Jane's hold on Maura tightened. "And I'm a better person because of you."

TBC