Disclaimers: I do not own Rizzoli & Isles nor do I profit from it.

A/N: **Please notice that while the story is solidly "T" or "T+", this chapter is a strong T or maybe an "M" to be safe. I don't want to offend anyone! So note the caution.** Thank for reading...lots more to go. Enjoy another day on Nantucket on the R & I honeymoon!

Ch14

Why am I sore? God, I'm so tired…shit what time is it?

As I begin to wake very slowly, reality dawns…oh, yeah…now I remember why I'm sore in some very special places. Damn good first night. Damn good! With one peek through a half open eye, I see that Maur has drifted just a bit away from me while we slept. I have plans for our first full day of marriage and although I am tired, those plans do not include a lot of sleeping. We've only been asleep about 5 hours, but I want my wife again…right now. And since I've learned a little bit over the last few hours, I think I'll wake her up with a little morning fun. Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's under the covers I go…

I slide between Maura's knees and gently push them apart. She turns over unconsciously helping me…thank you, sweetheart. Now I have room to go to work. Some people hate working, but I've almost always enjoyed heading to the office. Being a cop, even when it sucks, is fulfilling to me. But being Maura's wife…well the work associated with this job will be my pleasure. Using my hands and my mouth on my beautiful bride, I plan to start our day off memorably.

Oh, God…this is nice. Oh…I don't want to wake up and have this stop. I am going to turn into a nymphomaniac if only one night with Jane has me creating vivid sexual dreams like this…Wait…

"Jane?" I reach for her to my side and find only an empty yet still warm spot…I don't believe this is a dream.

"Hmmm…sort busy down her, sweetie…" Jane's reply is coming from under the duvet and between my outspread legs.

"Sweet heavens. Please don't let me interrupt you," I tell her as I pull my knees up. I just want to make things easier for my wife. With the assistance, Jane works a little bit harder. "God…please don't stop…please." My pleas light some sort of fire in Jane; she reacts with vigor.

Her head pops up as her left hand raises the cover enough for me to see her face. "Tell me if I hurt you or it's too much." She has a look, I've never seen her wear before. Not even last night as we made love. This is, I believe, in charge Detective Rizzoli in a complete sexual cocky mode. Her hair is a sexy, curly mess, and her kick-ass smirk is in place. "Maura. Do you understand? If you don't say anything, I'm running it this time. Ok?"

"Yes. Jane…do whatever you want. I can take it…I want to take it." Apparently that was the proverbial red flag to an uncontrolled bull. Jane dove back under the cover and virtually attacked me. For the next endless minutes she pounded and worked me with her fingers, her teeth, and her tongue. I never asked her to stop or to lessen her ministrations. I did want it badly.

I love the tender side of Jane Rizzoli because it is a gift to me alone. Making love to Jane will be something only I will be able to cherish and relish. I will have a part of her that she has not given to anyone else…her heart.

But this? This is raw sex. The sexuality that I have seen from Jane during the early days of relationships with others is now pouring off of her with me. It is the swagger of her 'bad-ass' homicide cop coming out in the bedroom. She is a dominant woman who knows what she wants, and one who is determined to get it on her terms. As much as I prefer to use appropriate language and to find the correct vernacular for situations as they are warranted, the only word that can possible fit for what times like this with Jane will be like is fuck. We will always be loving each other because that is the foundation we have, but this is not making love. This is fucking and raw and hard. If I get Jane's heart with one, I will have Jane's soul in these times.

I can't even control myself now. I feel driven…driven to take Maura further than anyone ever has. She is my wife. No one has ever had her like this, like I am. No one will ever touch her or be with her again, ever. Her body is mine. I have had her heart now I want every part of her body to be marked as mine. I've always been a selfish bitch. Harder. Faster. More. Her words from above me fall in sync with my own thoughts. Happy to oblige, dear.

Until Maura's pleas stop by her cry of my name I am not satisfied. When that happens, I touch her to bring her down for just a moment then I throw back the covers and rise above her. I want her to see me. "Maura. Look at me." When her unfocused eyes open for me, I straddle her leg with mine and start moving. I am so close already…I'm holding on by a thread after her climax. "Your mine, M. Not just my wife…mine. Do you understand what I'm sayin' M?"

"Yes."

"Good." And I begin an even more frantic pace making sure I'm hitting the freshly sensitive areas for Maur, too. She tries to reach down with her hands to get between us, "NO. Keep your hands up here." I put both of her hands in my right hand and place them above her head. "I'll take care of both of us." I bite at her neck and ear…kiss her with all the passion I'm feeling but I never let up the pace of my hips.

"Jane…so close…God!" Trusting that she will keep her hands above her, I firmly take her face in my hand and raise back up to hover over her a bit.

"Eyes…here M. See me…Come for me, Maura. With me…" She did.

The shower felt wonderful. The perfect way to follow the perfect morning wake up. My muscles are a bit sore but deliciously so. With my head back soaking, I hear the door open to my little sanctuary. "Whoever you are, you need to leave. My wife will be up soon, and she is very possessive…and carries a gun."

"Ha, ha. Your wife is up and both of those things you said are true," she gives me a kiss as she wraps me up in her arms. "You ok? I didn't hurt you did I?" I can hear the concern in her voice as she looks at some of the love marks on my body.

"Sweetheart. I am gloriously fine. Well-loved, satisfied beyond anything I've ever been before, and hopelessly in love with you." I kiss her deep and hard. I want her to know that I love both sides of her. I desire both sides desperately. "I love all that we have done and the promise of all we will do. Don't hold anything back from me, Jane. I deserve every part of you. I won't settle for less. "

"I don't really know where all of that came from…all that aggression. I've never done that before. But, if I'm being honest, I liked it. It felt natural and really good. I just never want you to feel unloved or anything, I…"

"Jane! I could never feel unloved by you. Ever. There are all sorts of things that we will explore together. I look forward to it, but one thing I won't tolerate…no, two things I won't tolerate. Apologies for things we try or do in our bedroom and dishonesty about what we want, feel, or need. Is that clear, Detective?"

"Wow…bossy much? Yes, M. It is clear, and your terms are accepted." One more kiss, and she moves to help me get clean. "Now let's get ready for our day. I ordered breakfast before I came in, so I don't have time to explore this shower properly right now. But later…"

After breakfast we ventured out on the beach just holding hands and walking for a while. There aren't too many people on the island this time of year, so we were virtually alone. We just talked and laughed together occasionally wandering into the surf. A few sea shells even found their way into our pockets. I proposed renting a kayak and exploring some of the more secluded beaches with Maura, but she started whispering fairly dirty things into my ear. Things that she said she needed to have me "take care of" more quickly than we could get a boat and get to a private beach.

Damn. Marriage is going to be fun!

"Jane, do you like it?" We enjoyed each other's bodies again after our beach time, continuing to learn likes and desires of the other. We dozed and had a bite of our wedding cake, too. Before the wedding, I had arranged for a private dinner tonight at a newer restaurant on the beach that prepares exquisite sea dishes. The crisp night air was perfect for a light jacket and for a candlelit dinner on the restaurant's terrace.

"It is really nice. Good beer, good food…great view."

"I do love sitting on the water and watching the moon reflect off the ocean's waves."

"You can see the water from here?"

My eyes darted back to hers before I understood what she meant. "Oh…sweetie. You are kind." I lean over and take her mouth to demonstrate how much I appreciate her compliment. "Did you talk to Tommy last night?" I haven't broached this subject with Jane yet, but I feel as if I can now.

"Yeah. For a few minutes."

"Janey…can I talk to ya'?"

"Depends, Tommy. This is my wedding day, so if you are going to be an ass, the answer is hell no. If you are going to be my little brother then yes."

"I'll try not to be an ass." A face and look so similar to my own weakens me.

"OK, Tommy. Let's step outside. That way if you fail in your quest to not be an ass, I won't knock the shit outta you inside my wedding reception."

"You look pretty in your dress, Janey." When I turn on him like I'm going to start swinging, he throws his hands up defensively and quickly adds, "No! Really…Jane. You look really pretty. And happy."

"I am Tommy. Are you happy for me?"

"Sure. I apologize for the way I acted at Maura's house. I was just caught off guard ya' know? About everything. I didn't want to be a dad, but I didn't want Dad to be a dad again either. Does that make any sense?"

"Yes. Do you think any of this has been easy on me? On Frankie? Don't kid yourself, Tom."

"I know, I know. All I could think about was myself. Then you said it was Dad's, I was pumped. I just never thought you'd keep it."

"Him, Tommy. My son is not an 'it'. You can call him Jackson, Jack, Jacksy…bud, bubba, dude…I don't give a damn. But don't ever let me hear you call my son an 'it' again. Do you understand?"

"Sorry. You'll be a good ma, Janey. You already are." He takes a deep breath and goes into the next part. " I heard people call you a dyke growing up, and I decked 'em for it, ya' know. I was pretty shocked by you coming out like that."

"Tommy…" My voice started to get the harsh tone my little brother recognized.

"Jane…wait, OK? I'm just tellin' ya' what I'd hear. You're so pretty and guys all wanted you. It was split when I was in high school. Half my buddies trash talking about wanting to get in your pants and the other half tellin' 'em they didn't have a chance because you weren't into di…"

"Tommy!"

"Sorry…I never do get stuff right, do I? I don't really care, Jane. You can sleep with whoever you want. Not my business. But Maura? Hell, I really liked her Jane. I thought I had a shot with her. I wanted to get myself together so she might look at me. Didn't you know that? Why'd you have to go after her?"

"Tommy, is that really what you think happened? That I went after the woman you wanted?"

"It sure as hell looks like it to me!" I try to stop him, but he walks away from me a bit before continuing. "Listen, I need time to process all of this. I'm going away for awhile…I've got some stuff I want to take care of."

"Are you ok? Are you in any trouble? Maybe I can…"

"Jane. Stop. I don't always need your help, ok? I'm not in any trouble at the moment. I just don't want to be here watching you with her. I'm sure I'll get over it; she didn't like me like that anyway, I guess."

"Listen, Tommy." I march up to him and grab his arm. "I'm sorry that you think this was some big conspiracy to hurt you, but it wasn't. I have not lied to you before, and I'm not going to start now. I have always loved Maura. I have never been with a woman. Tonight will be a first for me." His stunned look assured my that I had his full attention now. "Thank you for sticking up for me when people called me names. They weren't right then, and I don't think they are really right now. I love a person…a brilliant doctor…someone who completely fits with me who just happens to also be a woman. I'm sorry if that is hard for you, but it is what it is. She is Maura Rizzoli now. She is my wife and the mother to my son. She likes you a lot…she cares about you…loves you like a brother. I hope you can sort this out in your head because even if you think I would do something ugly to hurt you, think about her. Would she do that? Is she the kind of person who would hurt someone else on purpose? I don't think you can be honest and say yes."

"Ok…well, that's all I wanted to say. Congratulations, I guess. I'll be back sometime…maybe I'll even come back with a wedding gift for you." That was an odd comment. Tommy is not a gift giver but before I can question him about it, he is quickly walking away. Before he is too far away from the luminaries for me to see him in the dark, he turns and hollers back, "Hey! Jane..enjoy your 'first time'…remember 'ladies come first." Damn kid…walk away and get the last smart-ass comment…that pisses me off.

"I'm worried about him, Maur. It was just a weird conversation looking back on it. I think he's up to something. At least he said good-bye to Ma."

"He is a grown man, Jane. He will be fine. And either he will be fine with our marriage and our family or he won't." I kiss her hand as we walk back into our room after the short walk back down the beach from the restaurant. "I am sorry if he upset you though."

"It's fine…and I am absolutely not thinking of by little brother right now." She pins my hand behind my back and then pushes me against the door. With her kisses and free hand roaming over my breasts, I know she intends to take me right here. Perfectly acceptable to me.

"I have something for you. A wedding present," I eventually take Maura to our bed after some 'vertical' activities. Now we are lounging on our couch naked with the fire burning in front of us. I give her a quick kiss and go to retrieve the hidden gift-wrapped box I have for her. When I come back to the couch, Maura has a box in her hands.

"Happy wedding to you, Jane. I love you." She hands me the box, "You first."

"Nope…I called it! I said I had a present before you did…you first…please?" I use my pout face that I know guarantees my victory.

"Ok…thank you, Jane." She begins to carefully, deliberately unwrap the gift and finally gets to the box. A huge smile comes to her face as she sees inside. "Oh, Jane! I love it! I was thinking about this on Thursday. You are so thoughtful…it is perfect, and I love it!" She holds the new nameplates for her door and desk that read, "Dr. Maura Rizzoli-Isles, Chief Medical Examiner" to her chest as she leans over to soundly kiss me.

"Wow…glad you like it. I guess it isn't too sentimental, but I knew you would need it so…"

"Jane…" she kisses me again softly. "It is perfect." I smile. Then I reach for my present. Unlike Maura, I tear into my gift! I want to know what cool thing she has gotten for me…Maur is good with gifts! When I open it, I'm speechless.

Shit…I'm crying again. I hate this.

"Do you like it, Jane? It is simple, but I thought it could be placed on your desk." She looks a little unsure, but I set the gift aside so I can hold her and kiss her senseless. The kissing escalates to so much more. I take Maura on that couch in front of the fire while the gift sits on the table. The gift was perfect for me just like her: an 8x10 framed professional photo of a two smiling people…my wife and my son.

TBC...