Here's a cute chapter to help make up for the darkness of the last chapter! This takes place in the future at Tommy and Lydia's wedding and, well, if ya can't see Rizzles getting married ya might as well see them at a wedding.

The prompt was: "Dancing is out of the question."

Enjoy!


Jane snagged a beer from a cooler as she was finally released from wedding party photos and made her way to the large tent that had been set up in a local park for the wedding reception. Collapsible tables were set up for guests and Jane pulled her suit jacket off to reveal a short sleeved while blouse as she scanned the tables for Maura.

Laughing, Jane spotted Maura sitting at a table with TJ sitting on her lap. Her hair was down and in a sapphire blue sundress, Jane could find almost no imperfection in her best friend. That is until her eyes landed on the ace bandage wrapped around one of Maura's ankles, causing Jane to take a large gulp of her beer as she remembered suggesting she teach Maura to spar in the headquarters gym, resulting in Maura bruising her ankle. Sighing, Jane walked over to where her best friend sat.

"He likes ya," Jane pointed out as Maura mimicked the goofy face that TJ was making.

"I think he likes anyone who will make funny faces with him," Maura laughed as she looked up at Jane. "How were photos?"

"They were good," Jane smiled as she watched TJ bounce up and down a few times to get Maura's attention back to him, prompting the blonde to make yet another funny face. "But this suit thing is really freakin' hot. I almost wish I'd taken Tommy up on his offer to let me wear a dress."

"And have dozens of photos taken of you in said dress? Really?" Maura asked with a grin.

"Okay, you make a good point there," Jane chuckled.

"Bye-bye!" TJ said suddenly as he slid from Maura's lap and toddled his way to Angela across the tent.

"You're good with him," Jane smiled as she watched Maura's smile remain on her face as they watched TJ.

"I like that he calls me Aunt Mo-wa," Maura admitted as she tore her gaze from TJ and back up to Jane who had extended her arm out to the seated doctor. "What?" Maura asked as her brows furrowed.

"Get up," Jane said. "We're gonna dance a little bit. And having Jane Rizzoli offer to dance is a once in a life time thing so I'd accept the invitation."

"Jane," Maura began as she pointed to her bandaged ankle and the simple black flats she wore. "Dancing is out of the question. My ankle may not be broken but I really do need to take it easy."

"And we will take it easy," Jane promised as she wiggled her fingers and encouraged Maura to take her hand. "Please just trust me?"

Sighing, Maura took Jane's hand and allowed the detective to help her stand.

"Your ankle feeling okay?" Jane asked before taking any steps towards the dance floor that had been assembled.

"Yes," Maura said with a smile.

"Good. So, when you were little," Jane began as she slowly helped guide Maura to the floor, "did you ever stand on your dad's feet while he played music and kinda just let him guide you around the room?"

"No," Maura said quizzically.

"Okay, well, there's a first time for everything," Jane laughed as she stopped when they reached a less crowded space of the dance floor. "Basically, you just stand on my feet and I do all the fancy footwork. Or the plain footwork in this case since I don't actually know how to really dance."

"What?" Maura asked as she realized what Jane was telling her to do. "Jane, even with those dress shoes on I'll hurt your feet."

"Come on, Maura," Jane chuckled. "You barely weigh anything and, plus, you're not in your heels which is a bonus. You won't hurt my feet. Promise."

"I really shouldn't," Maura tried to insist.

"Please?" Jane asked, grasping Maura's other hand. "Just one song. One song and if your ankle starts to hurt or you crush my feet, we'll stop."

"Okay," Maura said softly as she gingerly stepped onto Jane's feet, her eyes watching her feet until she was situated. She quickly moved her gaze to look up at Jane and was met with a wide smile.

"See?" Jane asked as she let go of Maura's hands to wrap them around her waist, resting her hands towards the middle of Maura's back. "Kinda fun, right?"

"Kind of," Maura smiled as she wrapped her arms loosely around Jane's neck to keep her balance as Jane began to sway them gently. "Did your father really do this with you?" Maura asked as she attempted to imagine a young Jane perched on Frank's feet.

"A couple times, yeah," Jane smiled at the memory. "Mainly when ma would take Frankie and Tommy out somewhere and no one else was home. Pop would put on some Italian record on and we'd dance for a bit."

"That's sweet," Maura thought out loud.

"If you need to put more weight on your good ankle to take pressure off your hurt one, you can," Jane said. "You aren't nearly as heavy as you think you are."

Nodding, Maura shifted her weight to ease the pain of her bruised ankle and sighed as she felt the pain lessen.

"You never answered my question the other day, by the way," Maura pointed out.

"What was your question?" Jane asked, fighting a shiver as she felt Maura's breath ghost across the skin exposed by the undone buttons at the top of her blouse.

"If, despite bruising my ankle, I did a good job at my first sparring lesson," Maura smiled.

"Yes," Jane laughed as she allowed her arms to relax and move a bit lower down Maura's back. "You were a bit scared to actually hit me but once I provoked you, you got a few decent punches in."

"Well, the idea of you rearranging my entire closet was quite infuriating," Maura laughed as she noted the way Jane's arms slid lower and allowed her own arms to tighten slightly around Jane's neck. "It took me several tries to find an organizational system that works for me."

"That's exactly why I used that little white lie to get you to punch me," Jane teased.

"You are so lucky that you don't get hives when you lie," Maura laughed.

"Damn lucky," Jane laughed. "My childhood woulda been spent covered in 'em if I did."

A comfortable silence fell over the two women as Jane continued to sway them gently to the music, occasionally lifting her feet just enough to guide them in a new direction or simply spin a bit. More than one song began and ended but neither woman felt any desire to move.

"May I rest my head on your shoulder?" Maura asked softly, both from nerves at how Jane might react and because such an intimate moment between her and Jane seemed to warrant whispering.

"Of course," Jane smiled as she pulled Maura tighter so the blonde could easily rest her head on Jane's shoulder, turning her face so that her nose grazed Jane's neck occasionally.

"This feels nice," Maura admitted softly.

"Yeah," Jane agreed as she tried to steady her pulse that had increased noticeably.

"Are you listening to the lyrics of this song?" Maura asked.

"Um, no? Should I be?"

"You don't have to but…I can't help but notice them," Maura clarified.

Feeling something shift in the air between she and Maura, Jane closed her eyes and began to listen to the lyrics that Maura said she noticed.

It's never felt so real, no its never felt so right
Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight
Just a touch of the fire burning so bright
No I don't wanna mess this up
I don't wanna push to far.

"Maura," Jane sighed as she pulled her attention away from the lyrics and back to the woman in her arms.

"I know that weddings can often cause people to have emotional crises of sorts," Maura said softly as she tried to explain herself. "Especially for women such as ourselves but…" she trailed off, searching for words that seemed to be escaping her. "But it's just a kiss."

"It wouldn't be just a kiss to me," Jane admitted. "And it certainly wouldn't be because of some wedding related identity crisis or whatever."

"What would it be because of, then?" Maura asked, lifting her head from Jane's shoulder to look directly at the detective's face, her eyes still closed.

"It would be because…" Jane trailed off, searching for the best words to explain to Maura how she felt. "Shit," she muttered as she clenched her eyes shut. "It would be because I really care about you and think you're the most amazing human being in the entire Universe and make me smile like a goofy love sick teenager and sometimes you say stuff that makes me weak in the knees and…And I've thought about what it would be like to kiss you for a while," Jane said, her words coming faster and faster as she allowed herself to open up.

"Me, too, Jane," Maura said, a large smile on her face.

"What?" Jane asked, her eyes snapping to look into Maura's.

"I said, 'me, too,'" Maura repeated before tilting her head up to capture Jane's lips with her own, both women sighing as their eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of finally knowing what the other felt like. They fell into a natural rhythm, lips moving as if they had kissed a thousand times before. Their teeth clinked together only when TJ wiggled his small body in between their legs, causing both women to laugh before separating their lips.

"Aunt Mo-wa, why is you standin' on Aunt Jane's feet? You tryin' to be bigger?" he asked, unaware of what he had just interrupted.

"Yeah, little buddy," Jane smiled as she maintained eye contact with Maura. "Aunt Maura just wanted to be taller so I let her stand on my feet."

"I wanna be bigger, too!" he exclaimed.

"Maybe you could stand on grandma's feet," Jane smiled. "If you ask nicely, she might even let you stand on her feet and help her serve the cake."

"Cake!" TJ giggled as he wiggled his way out of the space between the two women's legs and once again sought out Angela.

"So," Maura smiled. "Just a kiss?"

"Hmm," Jane smirked as she bent her head to prepare for another kiss. "Maybe more than just a kiss."


I have no idea where all this sweet fluff in my mind comes from. But I do hope that you enjoy it. I personally find the image of Maura dancing while standing on Jane's feet super ridiculously adorable. Oh! The song is Just A Kiss by Lady Antebellum. I'm not usually a country fan buuuuuut it's a nice song.

Reviews (or requests for one shots) are always appreciated!