A/N: Thank you so much for all of the love. Your kind words inspired me to update this...yet again. :)

Maura held on to her girlfriend tighter than she ever had, not just because it had been so long since the last time she had held her, but because she feared what would happen if she let go. Jane was there, in the flesh, but she couldn't help feeling as if she had dreamed Jane into life and she'd be gone the moment she let go of her. Her broken heart had begun to cloud her judgment. In the thirty-four days she went without Jane, there were no longer any facts, just wishes and daydreams of when she'd be reunited with her.

They had yet to kiss and the anticipation was taking a toll on Maura. She longed for the softness of Jane's lips and the taste of her spearmint chapstick. Maura would never have admitted it to her friends, but she had purchased a tube of the same chapstick Jane used for the sole purpose of having that same flavor and softness on her own lips. Throughout the day, Maura would subtly lick her lips while wearing the chapstick, but the memories that spearmint flavor would evoke only made her miss Jane even more. Maura realized it wasn't just the chapstick she craved, it was the way the spearmint would mix so perfectly with her own strawberry lip gloss whenever they kissed. It was a combination Maura tried to duplicate, but she could never get it right and the more she tried the more frustrated she became.

Mark and Markie had left the room, but Maura was too wrapped up in Jane to notice. After countless tears and wishes made on her wishing star, her Jane was finally there with her.

"You're here," Maura whispered.

"I am, but I'm not," Jane said jokingly. "I'm really just an anatomically correct Jane doll like Mark explained."

Jane removed the adhesive bow that was stuck to her hair and held it high above their heads. The sight of her girlfriend smiling at her with her arm extended in the air made Maura smile in return. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Making a cheap substitute for mistletoe," Jane informed her. "And I'm waiting for you to kiss me."

Without a warning, Maura pounced on Jane and knocked the two of them back onto her bed. Maura had fantasized about how their first kiss would be after reuniting—it would be delicate, maybe even chaste, but the reality of their first kiss was far from what she had fantasized. As she straddled Jane, Maura pressed her lips to hers. She felt the familiar softness of Jane's lips, the lips she knew she wanted to kiss for the rest of her life.

How much they missed each other and how much they loved each other went without being said in that moment as they gave in to the more physical aspect of their relationship. Jane may have been on borrowed time and she had yet to propose, but there was no way she was going to refuse Maura's need and even her own desire for them to kiss each other. Over half an hour had passed before either Jane or Maura were aware that any time had passed at all.

"I have to leave soon," Jane pointed out.

The thought of Jane leaving her again hit Maura harder than Jane had expected. The tears pooled at the corners of Maura's eyes until a solitary drop landed on Jane's cheek.

"You're leaving me again?" Maura asked. "When are you going to talk to your parents, Jane? When are you going to tell them that we love each other and we deserve to be together?"

Jane pulled Maura onto her so she could wrap her arms securely around Maura. "There's no point," Jane said glumly.

"Yes, there is," Maura argued.

"Not when nobody is listening," Jane responded. "They don't take us seriously. This is puppy love to them and they think the longer I'm without you the less I'll love you, but this separation has had the opposite effect on me. It's made me love you more than ever before."

"I've had the same realization," Maura admitted. "What do they have against us?"

Jane placed a delicate kiss on her forehead. "Nothing. They were upset with what we did and they think we spend too much time together, like our lives revolve around each other."

"When is this going to end?" Maura asked.

"Soon," Jane promised. "I want you to wait right here."

When Maura wouldn't get off of her, Jane had no choice but to tickle her until she moved. Maura tried to pull her back onto the bed, but all Jane would do is give her one more kiss before getting up.

Maura watched as Jane searched through mix tapes she had made. When she found the one she was looking for, she put it in the boom box and pressed play. The song she played had never been one of Maura's favorites, nor had she known it that well, but her opinion about the song changed when Jane had chosen it for one of their song scenarios. While listening to it, Jane had imagined them in the year 1970 and the world was changing around them. There was so much turmoil and so many decisions they had to make regarding their future, but every worry was set aside when they were in the backseat of Maura's car and they gave themselves to each other for the first time.

Maura had never imagined herself getting lost in such fantasies, but she found herself looking forward to every song scenario because they gave her an opportunity to lose herself with Jane. They weren't split up and there was no crying. Instead, Maura was a prom queen in 1963 and a nurse during World War II. Maura had planned on keeping these scenarios in a book so they could reflect on this time apart and look at how far they've come since the separation.

She had been told to remain on the bed, but Maura could no longer wait for physical contact with Jane. She got off the bed and slowly made her way over to Jane as quietly as she could. Maura reached from behind and wrapped her arms around Jane's waist. She was two inches shorter than her girlfriend, but their height difference gave her the perfect opportunity to rest her head on Jane's shoulders.

"I told you to stay on the bed," Jane said playfully. To get back at her girlfriend, Jane quickly turned around and lifted Maura up.

Maura let out the cutest giggle Jane had ever heard. "I tried to stay on the bed, but I already missed you."

Jane carried Maura over to the bed and laid her down as gently as she could, but Maura had something else in mind. She pulled Jane on top of her by the collar of her shirt so she could hold her instead. Maura was rarely given the opportunity to hold Jane, so she knew she'd just have to take that chance and hold Jane against her will.

"I feel like I'm holding a squirming six-year-old," Maura told her.

"That means I want out," Jane quipped. "Out. Out."

Maura tightened the hold she had on Jane. "You're staying where you are."

Jane was going to argue until she realized her head was perfectly positioned on Maura's chest. "Fine with me," Jane agreed as she slowly moved her hand up Maura's shirt.

"Why did you choose this song?" Maura asked once they were settled into a comfortable position.

"I chose it because it's about a guy who loves a girl," Jane said nervously.

"They're all about guys who love girls or girls who love guys or girls who love girls," Maura pointed out.

"But this is different," Jane insisted. "I can relate to this guy. He found his girl, the one and only girl for him and all he wants is to make it with her as in make it through life. He doesn't know her well and she doesn't know him well either, but he knows how he feels about her and he can't see himself with any other girl. There's something I want to ask you, Maura."

Maura felt her girlfriend start to tense up. "What do you want to ask me?"

"Do you know how I knew you were the one?"

"No," Maura responded. She knew some of the reasons Jane had listed previously, but there was always a new reason each time.

"I fall in love with you all over again each day," Jane confessed. "Because I learn something new about you each day. There was that time we went to the drive-in to watch Reality Bites and every couple there was making out and so were we until we heard that perfect line that resonated with us. We literally stopped what we were doing and held each other throughout the rest of the movie. It was perfect, Maura. After, we just held each other at the park and talked for hours about our plans for after college and the movie soundtrack and the comparison between Gen X films and Baby Boomer films and how it's okay and even expected for our generation to be cynical. I hung on to your every word and it was four in the morning before we even realized we had been talking for six hours. That was the night I learned why Snot calls you the Queen of the Dead and that Ace of Base is one of your favorite groups, but you were too embarrassed to tell me. The next day I bought an Ace of Base cassette and listened to it repeatedly just because you said you like them. I can think of so many other moments but what I'm really getting at is the fact that we don't know each other that well, but we learn so many things about each other every time we're together. We're eighteen, Maura, and I know we're young but we're going to be okay. We may not know each other that well, but I want to spend the rest of my life learning about you."

Maura smiled at her. "It almost sounds as if you're—" She was interrupted by Jane rolling off of her and digging through her pockets. Jane pulled out the ring and the moment she slipped it on her finger, Maura started crying again. "Jane, what are you doing?"

"Will you marry me?"

Maura looked into Jane's dark eyes. In that moment, there was a certain innocence about her girlfriend and about that moment that neither of them could quite grasp. Before this semester, Maura was alone, but there she was in her dorm receiving a proposal from the girl of her dreams. Maura looked at their names engraved on the ring. Jane and Maura Rizzoli, she thought.

"Yes!" Maura responded.

"Yes?" Jane said excitedly. "Really? So, you're marrying me?"

"Yes!" Maura said excitedly.

"Okay, just to be sure. You said you're going to marry me?" Jane asked again.

"Jane, yes!" Maura repeated. "Yes, I'll marry you!"

"Really?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Add the words, 'right there, Jane' and it'd sound like we were having sex."

"Jane!" Maura said as she playfully pinched her on the arm.

Maura watched as Jane got up from the bed and opened the window. "Maura Isles is going to marry me!" she shouted for everyone below to hear.

"Fuck yeah!" Stash shouted from the quad down below.

"Jane, get it in!" Roxie added.

Of all the people to be in the quad, Jane thought. It had to be them. She looked at the clock and realized it was time to leave. She had just gotten engaged to Maura, but because of an unfair restriction, she had absolutely no time to celebrate with her or hold her and discuss plans for the future. "Maur, I have to go."

"I know," Maura sighed. "Jane, let's get married tomorrow."

"Okay," Jane said nonchalantly. "Wait, tomorrow? As in the day after today?"

"That'd be the day," Maura smiled.

It was exactly what Jane had been hoping for and she was glad her girlfriend was on the same page as her. "I love you," she said as she held her close. "And tonight is going to be the last night we'll ever be apart."

Jane and Maura had made plans to get married first thing the next morning. Jane would have to sneak away, but she no longer cared. In less than twelve hours, Maura would forever be her Mrs. Rizzoli.