A/N: Thank you for the wonderful reviews...it is overwhelming. I've read fanfic for years: Bones, Castle, R & I; but I've never written before...unless you count academic work! I just really enjoy exploring these rich characters (that do not belong to me). Here is the first of at least two, if not three, honeymoon chapters. Strong T on this one, I think.
Ch 12
I slip my hand inside Jane's jacket to bring her closer to me as I get more aggressive in our kiss. I am almost straddling her, or I would be if I could get my wedding dress higher. We are completely lost to everything but this moment as our limo takes us from our reception to Nantucket.
"Maura…God, I love you…baby, I want to feel you…how long is this ride?" My kisses make her words difficult to articulate, but I do not care.
"We should arrive in 20 minutes…" with that I go right back into her aggressively. I want her now.
"M…M…let's slow down a bit, K?" What manner of crazy is Jane speaking of?
I pull back to look at her, "What do you mean?" Did she not want this? Was I too aggressive? Was I doing something wrong?
"Baby…don't frown like that…it's our wedding night. But we are going to make love in a bed in our perfect hotel on the beach…not in the back of a car…"
"Limo."
"Whatever…really big car…that does virtually have a bed back here…but it is a car none the less…I also don't want to have to walk into the hotel half naked, so let's sit back and relax for these last few minutes," Jane pulls me into her arms and strokes me gently. "Because after the door of our room closes, all bets are off."
I laugh at her words, and my heart begins to slow as I relax into her. "OK…I can wait a few more minutes…what a perfect evening…did it meet your expectations, Jane?"
"We left married, and I'm on the way to our honeymoon…yep…expectations met!"
"Jane…really? Were you pleased with the wedding?"
As I look at her, she softens and becomes more serious this time. "Sweetheart. It was perfect. Nothing in my dreams could have matched what you did tonight…even twenty-five years from now, our daughter will want to have a wedding that perfect…"
"Our daughter, huh…"
"Yep…"
"Can I have your attention?!" Angela spoke as my Father tapped his crystal glass to assist her in gaining the focus of our guests. "I am not one for public speaking, but I wanted to say a few things tonight…first, thank you for coming. This is a day I've been planning for for 36 years…when I first had my Janey, I looked at that sweet face and had visions of her in white and being a princess one day. I got over the whole princess thing pretty early. And to be honest, I'd kinda started thinkin' over the last twenty years, that I'd never see today…Janey has been married to her job her whole grown life. That made me proud, but it didn't make me a Nonna!" Big laughter flowed at my mother-in-law's words. Jane could only sit and duck her head while holding my hand. "Today, I have a new daughter-in-law that I love like my own flesh 'n blood, and I have a grandson who is the best thing ever…thank you to the Isles' for hosting this perfect night…thank you to the BPD family for protecting my girls, and Frankie, while they do their job. I'm glad you are here…and the last thing I want to say is a thank you to Maura."
Angela now has my undivided attention. She appears to choke up a moment and begins to quietly cry, but her eyes never leave mine as she begins to speak again, "When Jane first came home to a Sunday dinner telling stories about the new ME at work, I never thought I would meet this 'too-smart-for-her-own-good-fancy-pants-high-heel-wearing-little-off-doctor' she talked about…but after a coupla' weeks when she kept telling stories that were 'Maura this' and 'Maura thinks' and 'Maura says', I asked her to invite you to come to eat with us…over time and through more hospital emergency rooms and tears than I want to think about, you became my daughter, Maura…I love you. And I am grateful to you for loving my Janey…she has never been happy like you make her. She never allows people close to her, but you…you are never far away. You are her foundation…the Rizzoli's welcome you to our family officially, Maura…to Maura and Jane."
Frankie, Frost, Korsak, Judge Hamilton, Constance, and a few others gave lovely speeches while guests drank and danced. We cut the cake, fed each other, and took an ass-load of pictures…my face hurts from smiling. Maura and I danced together for the first time…that was special. It was neat to see her dance with her father and with Korsak. The ceremony was perfect and the reception was perfect. When the limo arrived for us though, I was more than ready to leave.
I found Maura holding a sleeping Jackson, "Honey, it's time to go…bye little man…we will talk to you tomorrow, and we will see you Monday…be good for Nonna and grandma and grandpa, OK? I love you…I've got your back, always…" When I pulled back from kissing his head, I found a crying Maura. "Maur, c'mon…he'll be fine and we won't be a half hour away…let's go, baby."
"I know….I just wanted to hold him a while longer…I'm going to miss him, Jane…can't he come with us?"
"Maura…sweetie…think what you are saying…I mean it, look at me for a minute, and think what you just asked…you want our son…our infant son who requires attention 24-7 at regular intervals to go with us on our honeymoon…." I let that sink in for a minute. When she appears to be coming back to reality, I go on, "I mean we could take him, and just get a room with double beds…that way we could, ya' know, catch up on our sleep when he didn't need us…he would probably love the sunken bathtub and huge shower our hotel room has…and the fireplace in the room would fascinate him…"
"Got it! I love you, Jackson…I'll miss you…be a good boy…"she held him and gave him sweet kisses but firmly gave him to my mother…Yep, she got my message loud and clear!
"Dr. Rizzoli-Isles? We have arrived…I will connect with the valet and make certain your luggage is placed in your room while you meet with the concierge…will that be acceptable?" our driver brought us both out of our remembrances.
"Yes, Samuel…we appreciate your service…have a lovely weekend." Maura told him.
"thank you, ma'am…congratulations, ladies…you both look beautiful…it was an honor to be with you tonight." With that he helped us out of the car and toward the door of the hotel.
"Doctor…Detective…welcome. My name is Alex, and I am at your service this weekend. I trust your evening was wonderful?" the hotel concierge met us as we entered.
"Yes, it was perfect…I am Maura Rizzoli-Isles, and this is my wife, Jane. Thank you for personally meeting us this late."
"It is my pleasure. Please allow me to show you to your room." We walked across a simple but really pretty lobby and into the corridor. The rooms all had ocean views with most having beach access, so there were doors only on one side of the hall. He led us to the end of the hallway to what was clearly a corner suite of the hotel. "Ladies, after you…the valet has already placed your bags inside, and unless you require anything else of me, I will leave you to the rest of your evening."
"Thank you." My wife and I say together….my wife…damn, that sounds good…
We entered a room bigger than my apartment, and even though it was dark outside, I could tell the large windows on across the room had a great view of the Nantucket shoreline. Not that the darkness affected our room…candles were lit around giving off a glow very much like the one at the wedding. I think my wife has been plotting behind my back. "Dr. Rizzoli-Isles, does this room always have burning candles in it?"
"Well, Detective, I cannot possibly speak with any authority about what this room always has…however, I can tell you that I made two phone calls earlier to make certain that it had burning candles upon our arrival." Sexy Maura was coming back…
The biggest…I don't know…"fluffiest" looking king-size bed I've ever seen dominates the room, while a sofa and chair sit in front of a large fireplace. The bathroom was off to my right…when I glanced in, I found a four-head shower encased in glass. A large seat ran along the back wall of the shower…hmmm, that could be interesting…and across from the shower was a Jacuzzi bathtub large enough for four people….yep, this was going to be very interesting….
"Jane…do you want some champagne? I had them prepare a bottle for us," Maura called to me from the fireplace area. A small wine cooling stand was in place with a bottle of what I am sure is very expensive champagne like we had at the reception. Alongside that was a small table with the biggest damn strawberries I've ever seen in my life and…a mini-version of our wedding cake. "Do you like it? I assumed we wouldn't get to eat much of the cake, so I had them make an extra one for us to have at our leisure."
Taking a glass of champagne from Maura, "I love it, M. The room, the candles, the bed, the cake…but all I really want right now is my wife." I allow her to take one drink as I do, then I step closer to her and remove the crystal from her hand. "Don't want the fancy stuff to get broken…it probably would cost me a month's salary to replace it…"
Now that my hands are free, I began to touch Maura's face and shoulders. I'm so nervous but peaceful at the same time. How is that possible? I start kissing Maura's face with a reverence that I think is left over from the wedding. "M. I love you…truly. You are more than I ever hoped for and as nervous as I am right now…I…want…to show…you…what…I'm feeling." I punctuate the words with gentle kisses along her cheeks and jaw. Finally, I reach for her mouth and take it. The kiss is immediately passionate and deep with our tongues tasting one another…and champagne and wedding cake. I move my hands to Maura's shoulders and take her wrap off of her letting it fall to the floor. Now I have access to skin…a lot of skin.
"Jane…" a mere whisper from Maura, but a huge boost to my confidence. I stroke her upper back, shoulders, and across her clavicle. I just want to feel her and let her feel me. "God…that is so good…your hands are magic."
"When I saw you come over the top of those stairs tonight. Wow! Your dress is perfect…so you. Elegant. I thought about this moment then…thought about touching you like this." Can a person get addicted to touch? I'll have to check with Maura later on that because I think I may be developing a definite need to touch her. "Your skin is so soft and warm…"
"Please take it off me…" I come back to her mouth for a fervent kiss while I reach around behind her and slowly pull at her zipper. When I've gotten it as far as I can from my position, I slowly begin to slide around behind her.
"Maura," now kissing her beautiful back, "don't step out of those heels, ok?" With that I begin taking her zipper all the way to its limit. Maura's wedding dress starts to fall off of her, so I take it in my hands and guide it down. "M? Step out for me." She does as I ask and is now standing in front of my with her back to me…in nothing…I mean nothing.
"Dear Lord….Maura…" Jane's gasp as she understands that I have been bare under my dress brings a smile to my face. Although, I do not believe the smile has left my face for hours. I slowly turn around to face her. "OH! Shit…there aren't words…" Jane has never risen after assisting me out of my dress and is now on her knees before me. I look down at her to find her eyes frozen…staring at me.
"Jane? Are you alright?" She still does not look to me or even acknowledge that I am addressing her. "Jane….Jane?" finally her head pops up and her eyes find mine. Arousal is veritably etched in her face. She begins to stand up and gently places her hands on the outside of my hips as she does. She runs her hands up my body as she rises until she reaches my face again taking it in both of her scarred hands.
"I will remember this moment for the rest of my life and no matter what else I ever see in this life, nothing will be so beautiful to me…nothing over you, Maura." Even if she had given me time to speak it would have been beyond my ability. Jane again has left me without speech; she proceeds to kiss me deeply.
"Jane. I want to see you. I want to see all of you." I slide my hands under her jacket and over her shoulders in a motion to remove the garment from her. Despite my need to be neat, I follow her lead and allow the jacket to fall to the floor. Her top quickly follows, and I find Jane in a lovely blue Victoria's Secret bra. "This is new…"
"I thought of you when I bought it. I was thinking about the blue set you had on the first time I…saw you…and I thought of this night."
"Is there a mate?" The Rizzoli smirk met my question. "Ah…maybe I should check myself." Rather than move behind her to access her skirt's zipper, I simply bend and reach around. This gives Jane a perfect view of my body. I work the zipper down and pull the skirt from her hips, "Jane, remember what I told you at the bandstand? About these heels?" She nods at me and allows me to help her out of the skirt while keeping the heels on. There is most definitely a mate to her bra.
We are standing naked in our heels in our honeymoon suite. Four months ago, I couldn't have even imagined this scenario in my wildest, drunkest dreams. How did all of this start? Oh yeah, with a ditzy blond tramp running into my Ma's car, presuming herself into our family, and dropping Jackson off at Maura's doorstep. Somebody would need a playbook and a friggin' map to follow this one. But I don't care. I am where I want to be…where I am supposed to be…the time for questions and wonder and waiting are over.
"Maura…" I pull her into my arms, and we embrace and kiss all at the same time. My hands frantically roam over her smooth skin from shoulders to ass and back up…over and over again. I feel her hands following the same path on my body. She appears to lose patience with my new bra though. And with doctor's hands, releases the lingerie quickly throwing it down.
Our first virtually full body, skin-to-skin contact is electric. I never want this to end.
"Detective?" kiss….touch.
"Yes, doctor?" touch…kiss.
"Wife?" smile…kiss…squeeze.
"Yes, wife?" chuckle…squeeze…pinch…kiss.
"Take me to bed and make love to me…"
TBC...