Sorry for the delay! I've had a mean stomach flu for the past week. Constantly being on the verge of vomiting is no fun, but all your love and reviews have kept a smile on my face. Thank you so much, and hello from Canada to my German fan club. Hello to all you wonderful people!

After feeding Frankie shots, Maggie planted herself firmly in his lap. Oma had gone to bed after prying Jane away from Maura long enough to get a dance of her own. Nona hadn't made it that far, falling asleep in her chair. Frost and Korsak had carried her back to her room. The other guests had headed back to their hotel in town, the parents of the brides had headed in to bed shortly after that.

"Oma pinched by butt," Jane said to Maura, as they danced, even though the band had packed up an hour ago.

Maura giggled. "She thinks you're sexy. I happen to agree with her, and Maggie is currently trying to hook up with as she says 'your man equivalent'. Apparently everybody wants a Jane Rizzoli, but I got the only one."

Jane looked over and Frankie and Maggie, making out like high school kids. "I think we should get those two inside before they desecrate your mother's garden."

Maura laughed and kissed Jane softly. "I think that's a great idea."

"Yo, Frankie," Jane yelled, causing her brother to jump. "Take it inside will ya."

Frankie stood up wobbling a little and took Maggie's hand. "Okay," he said.

Maggie smiled and waved at Jane and Maura. "Night ladies."

Maura brought a hand up to cup Jane's cheek, getting up on tiptoes to offer up a long, deep kiss. "Are you going to carry me over the threshold?"

Jane gathered Maura in her arms, and swept her off the ground. "In a manner of speaking."

Maura raised a perfect eyebrow, locking her fingers together around Jane's neck. "And what does that mean?"

Jane smiled, and gave her bride a soft kiss. "Surprise."

Maura looked up. "Why are you carrying me back to the beach?"

Jane just shrugged and rubbed her nose against Maura's, as her feet hit the cooling sand. "Look," Jane said.

Maura let out her second shocked gasp of the evening, as she turned her head to see awhite tent set up at the base of the rolling dunes. There was only the sound of the waves and the crackling of the colossal fire in a pit at the entrance, that mingled with another gasp from Maura and Jane's chuckling.

"Surprise," Jane whispered, offering up a tender kiss. "I thought you might prefer to spend our wedding night here instead of in a house filled with our parents, so I did a little covert wedding planning of my own."

Maura couldn't hold back the tears. "It's wonderful. You're so good to me."

Jane grinned. "Well you know, I do love you," she said, stopping at the tied open entrance of the tent.

Maura peeked inside and gasped again. The immense space was lit by candles and filled by a four poster bed. "How did you manage all this?"

Jane only smiled and kissed her bride once more. "I have my ways." She drew a line in the sand with her toe. "And now I'm going to carry you over this threshold of sorts and have my way, all night, with my new wife."

Maura laughed and hung on to Jane tightly, as she was carried inside, Jane doing a little spin and laying her down gently on the plush, white bed coverings.

Jane held herself above Maura. "I love you so much."

Maura smiled and traced the sharp angle of a perfect cheekbone with her fingertips. "Sometimes I still don't believe it."

Jane dropped her lips gently onto Maura's. "I'm going to spend all night making you believe it," she whispered, wriggling out of her jacket and dropping it onto the sand, as her lips roamed over the supple skin of Maura's neck. Jane nipped at a soft earlobe, flicking it with her tongue, with a technique Maura knew all too well. She moaned and reached up between them to start , bunbottoning Jane's shirt. It was shed quickly, finding its way into the sand, along with an undershirt and a bra.

Jane grinned and gripped the white lace and silk of Maura's wedding dress, as they kissed. "I have a feeling you'd be really pissed if I ripped this dress off of you," Jane said with a laugh.

Smiling, Maura let her hands run down from Jane's hair and over strong shoulders. She rolled over slowly, revealing the corseted back of her dress. She felt Jane's hands roam over her and Maura sighed, as lips grazed the skin and soft hairs on the back of her neck.

Jane undid the bow and slowly began to loosen the ribbon that kept Maura bound. Jane took her time, pulling the ribbon loose, kissing down Maura's spine as it was exposed, causing her to writhe on the bed and moan. She buried her hands and face in the pillows beneath her as Jane continued to undress her slowly.

"Jane," she moaned as the dress was pulled down past her hips and off completely.

Jane stood at the foot of the bed, taking a moment to admire her stunning new wife. "Dr. Isles, you aren't wearing any underwear."

Maura bit her lip and grinned, looking back over her shoulder and wiggling her shapely ass. "My dress was much more comfortable without."

Jane raised an eyebrow and grinned foolishly, as she undid her pants and took off the rest of her clothes, very aware of Maura's eyes on her. She reached forward, running her finger tips up the smooth skin of Maura's calves, before getting down on the bed, and following the same path with her lips. Working her way up, Jane bit into a round ass cheek, earning herself a squeal and a laugh.

Maura rolled over, spreading her legs to allow Jane to fit between them. Her hands held back loose, brown curls, as she pulled Jane down for a languid, passion fueled kiss. Their bodies rolled together, Jane's sharp hip bones dug into soft flesh causing Maura to moan and pull her lips from Jane's. She arched her back, pressing her nipples against Jane's breasts, enjoying the friction as they writhed in unison, a dance they had perfected over the past year.

Jane buried her face in the increasingly warm crook of Maura's neck as short, manicured nails dug into her back. Jane ran her fingertips down between heaving breasts, over the soft skin of a perfect body, dazzling in its beauty, illuminated by the flickering candle light.

"Jane," Maura moaned out, instinctually spreading her legs further, knees hitting the mattress, as long fingers entered her slowly. She raised her hips to meet the soft strokes and moaned again loudly as Jane lips started to blaze a trail down her neck and chest, soft kisses and licks in time with the movements of her fingers.

Maura's body rocked with pleasure, her head thrown back into the pillows, hands moving from Jane's back to grab fist fulls of white, cotton sheets.

"I love you," Jane whispered between ever kiss. Maura was panting now, her firm stomach rising and falling rapidly as Jane's lips moved over it. The smell of Maura's arousal, mixed with the salty air, overwhelmed what was left of Jane's self-control. She growled and buried her face in Maura's slick pussy, humming with ecstasy and working her tongue in tandem with her fingers.

It took little more for Maura to begin screaming and thrashing. She was damp with sweat and flush with frenzy, unable to hold herself together any longer. She gripped Jane's hair pushing herself against attentive lips and thrusting fingers. Her body contracted violently, before slumping back spend and satiated against the bed.

Jane kissed the inside of quivering thighs, stilling them before pulling her fingers free and softly kissing her way, lazily back up. She rolled on her side, pulling her still panting wife into her arms. Jane buried her face in soft, golden hair and inhaled the familiar smell of expensive salon shampoo and something that was all together unique to the woman she loved. Something perhaps only Jane could smell. "I can't believe you're all mine."