Post-5x19 (spoilers about that episode). Jake and Amy come back home after their bachelor/ette parties.
The ride back home is relatively quiet.
Jake and Amy are both seated at the back of Reginald VelJohnson's car, (finally) the last two people he has to drive back to their apartment for the night. While Jake is attempting at making some kind of conversation with one of the heroes from his favourite movies, still in shock Charles managed to get him to participate in his bachelor party, Amy's head is comfortably lying on the crook of her fiancé's neck, eyes closed as she's starting to doze off, rocked by the road, with her fingers loosely clasped around Jake's hand on his lap.
"We're here," the actor eventually pulls over in front of the couple's building, turning towards them to let them know it's time for them to leave, so that he can head back to his own house after that crazy night he's been dragged into against his will – never will he ever again agree on being a surprise at a bachelor party – or any other party, for that matters, he promises himself.
Very gently, not to startle her, Jake pokes the woman's shoulder to wake her up, but it doesn't seem to work – on the contrary, all it does is to make her curl up even further against his side.
"Babe," he then calls her in a whisper, planting a sweet kiss on top of her head, right above the bandage covering her still fresh wound. "We're home."
"Mmmmh," she lets out a grunted sound, but eventually opens her eyes and agrees on following him outside and into their apartment, clinging onto him, barely standing on her two feet otherwise. He accompanies her into their bedroom, where he sits her on their bed before leaving her there.
"I'll be back in a sec," he softly tells her when he sees she's about to argue – she doesn't seem to want to let go of him.
Just like he promised, Jake is back in the room in no time, bringing two glasses full of water with him. He hands one of them to his fiancée, who quickly downs it.
"Thanks," she seems to find her voice back and be a little more awake now as well. "For everything, actually," she adds after a short, contemplative pause, looking up at Jake as she speaks. "I realise I didn't say it earlier."
He frowns.
"What else would you thank me for?" he curiously asks, taking a seat next to her on the edge of the bed. "I mean, apart from being an awesome fiancé, but that's no news," he can't help but tease, and that makes Amy both roll her eyes and let out a chuckle at the same time. She quickly falls all serious again, though.
"You wanted to surprise me by booking a band I liked for our wedding. That's so sweet."
She takes his hands in hers, never turning her gaze away from his, and he smiles. "I'm sorry I kinda ruined it."
"You didn't ruin anything," Jake immediately reassures her without second thought, squeezing their fingers together, and this time it's her turn to smile.
"Well, I don't think we'll manage to find another available band this close to the wedding…"
"We still have Judy's CDs," the man mockingly reminds her of the criminal's gift before he disappeared. "I think I'd rather have our first dance to a song about us smooching than some dude wanting to win you back anyway," he jokes and that makes Amy laugh, a real, light one, all the guilt she's been feeling ever since she learned about that whole story disappearing at once.
She scoots over to get closer to her fiancé, gently cupping his face with her hands, and she presses a soft kiss on his lips. "I can't wait to marry you," she whispers as she lets her forehead rest against his, her hands going down to rest flat on his chest now.
"I can't wait to marry you too," Jake happily echoes her words.
There's a pause then, during which none of them talk while keeping their embrace tight. That is, until Amy dreamily starts drawing the lines on the detective's body with her finger. There's a new fire in her eyes when she eventually looks back up at him and watches him with a mysterious grin, the tiredness she felt earlier now completely forgotten.
"Also, speaking of smooching…" she beings in a suggestive voice, never stopping touching his torso. "I think I've cooled back down to 4-drink Amy…"
"Ooooh," Jake makes an appreciative sound at hearing the news, raising his eyebrows and the same kind of smile forming on his own lips, more than aware of what this means, and where it's inevitably going to lead them. "My favourite kind of Amy to finish the night with," he jokingly says, and in return Amy gives him a questioning stare, apparently not amused.
"I'm kidding. All the different shades of Amy are my favourite kind of Amy," he quickly corrects himself then before kissing her as an apology, starting soft before the woman quickly turns it into something more passionate, switching places so that she soon finds herself on his lap and straddling him.
He was right earlier – this is the best night of his life indeed, ending it in the love of his life's arms, he can't help but think as he works on removing her jumpsuit.
(A thought that will be erased fast from his mind exactly three weeks later on the night of their wedding, though. Because that will be the actual best night – best day, even – of his life.)