A/N: Thank you so much to all of you who have either left reviews or sent me private messages. Your responses to this story have really brightened my days and I'm glad there are some of you who share my love for Rizzles and the '90s. :)

From the moment they left her car, Maura had yet to let go of Jane's hand. She knew she and her wife were going to be inseparable for the rest of their lives, but the past month had nearly traumatized Maura. She experienced thirty-four days and nights of crying because she missed her and now that she was with Jane again, she vowed to never let go of her.

"Maur, I'm not going anywhere," Jane said after Maura had latched on to her in the elevator.

"I want as much physical contact with you as I can possibly have," Maura responded.

As adorable as she thought her wife was, it was impossible for her to move while Maura's arms were wrapped tightly around her. Out of fear of remaining in that elevator for the rest of their lives, Jane decided to take matters into her own hands. She grabbed Maura and playfully lifted her over her shoulder. Maura squealed with delight until she remembered just how short her black baby doll dress or 'wedding dress' was.

"Jane, my dress!" Maura brought to her attention, but Jane refused to put her down. Instead, she placed a hand on Maura's behind to keep her dress in place as she carried her down the hall to her dorm room.

When they stopped in front of room 804B, Jane and Maura noticed a sign made out of construction paper and glitter that read, 'Do not disturb. Marriage consummation in progress.' Underneath was another sign that said, 'Congratulations, Jane and Maura Rizzoli,' followed by yet another, smaller and crudely constructed sign with the words, 'Jane Rizzoli is knuckles deep in vagina right now and all you're doing is reading this sign.'

Maura let out a nervous laugh. "My friends."

"We're keeping these," Jane insisted. "And I'm taping that last one to the door of whatever apartment we live in."

"Do you brag about our sexual encounters?" Maura asked once they were inside her room. Her left eyebrow was raised, which made Jane unsure of how she was supposed to answer.

"I used to," Jane admitted. "But that's when you were my girlfriend. Nobody wants to hear about married couples having sex. Besides, you add a bead every time we do something. Your friends know what we do without you having to say a word."

Maura put her hands on Jane's shoulders in hopes of conveying the importance of what she was about to say. "Roxie is winning again. Stash has taken second place since Roxie became her girlfriend and Markie is ahead of me by five beads. I'm last, babe. Being without you for thirty-four days has put me far behind in my bead count."

Jane tried her hardest to be offended, but she couldn't get over how serious her wife was about the bead count. "Maura! This night is about making love to each other as a married couple, but all you care about is having more beads than your friends."

"I'm sorry," Maura said and she truly was sorry until she heard Jane start to laugh.

"I'm just as upset as you are," Jane insisted. "How bad do you think this makes me look? I'm supposed to be pleasing you and here you are in last place. Mark probably looks at these beads every time he's over here and silently gloats about getting more action than I am."

"He wasn't silent about it," Maura informed her. "He would look at the beads and say, 'I get it in more than Jane does' and then Markie would smack him on the arm for being so insensitive to my plight. She'd say, 'Don't talk about sex in front of Maura when she isn't allowed to see her girlfriend.'"

"My girlfriend," Jane smirked. "It seems like just yesterday you were my girlfriend."

"Yesterday, I was your girlfriend," Maura reminded her.

Jane had wanted to tell her wife that she was well aware that they were girlfriend and girlfriend yesterday, but instead she lifted Maura up and dropped her onto her bed. The force with which Maura landed on the bed caused her to bounce and she made a comment about being grateful she didn't hit her head.

"Stay this way," Jane insisted.

"Which way?" Maura asked.

"The way you're positioned."

Maura was on her back with her knees bent over the edge of the bed. Once she had seen Maura in that position, it didn't take long for Jane's libido to kick into overdrive. Every night that she was separated from Maura, Jane fantasized about having her in different positions and she felt as if this moment was taken directly from one of her fantasies. The only difference is Maura was now her wife and knowing that she'd be with Maura for the rest of her days and nights excited Jane even more.

Foreplay never had a significant role whenever they made love to each other, not because they didn't want to, but because they were either too impatient or they were on borrowed time as what happened whenever they were in the backseat of Maura's car; however, that night was going to be different. Jane had an entire night alone with Maura and she was going to make sure she took her time.

"I don't like this position," Maura told her. "Not for our first time."

Jane had planned on solely pleasuring Maura for the time being, but it wasn't what her wife wanted. "What position would you like?"

"I want you near me," Maura said softly. "We can try new positions later." She had expected her wife to cuddle up to her, so she was completely surprised when Jane got up and put a cassette in her boom box. It was a mix tape of alternative songs that she had made in mid-September to get Maura even more into the genre and Maura couldn't help smiling when the music started to play. Although what they were listening to wasn't romantic, it was so incredibly Jane.

"We need noise," Jane pointed out. "I don't want your friends to be listening to you moaning."

"How are you so sure that you're going to make me moan?" Maura asked. "You seem so hesitant to touch me."

"Pardon me for creating a mood," Jane said sarcastically.

There was her trademark sarcasm that Maura simultaneously hated and found irresistible. When Jane lied down next to her, Maura cuddled up to her as closely as she could. "Babe?" Maura asked. "Do you think we're the only couple to consummate their marriage to 'Give It Away'?"

"Maybe," Jane shrugged. "But I don't see why more couples wouldn't. It's a perfect song for a wedding night. Think about it, Maura. You're giving it away and 'What I've got you've got to get it, put it in you.'"

"Jane," Maura groaned.

"Don't blame me," Jane pointed out. "You walked right in to that one."

"I did," Maura agreed. "Do you think we could…this time?"

"I've been wanting to do that to you," Jane admitted. "I'm glad we waited for our wedding night. It'll mean more."

"It'll be meaningful regardless of when it is or how many times it has happened," Maura insisted. "What makes sex so meaningful is being with you and feeling so close to you. I know I'm going to feel this way for the rest of my life."

Her wife's confession is what put Jane at ease. Jane had been aching for Maura for over a month, but now that she was with her, she felt nervous and uncertain of herself. The fact that it was technically their honeymoon only served as an added pressure.

"I'm your wife now," Maura added. "Now and forever."

Jane had lost all of her inhibitions and her mind became clouded by what she was about to do with Maura. They hurriedly removed their clothes and their garments and undergarments became piled up in a mess near Maura's bed. They had planned on undressing each other slowly and sensually with the added element of teasing, but they could no longer hold back. Foreplay would be postponed until their second time. It had been over a month since the last time they had made love to each other and Maura considered the waiting to be foreplay enough.

While Jane was kissing her, Maura physically and emotionally prepared herself for what was about to happen. This was Jane she was with. Jane was her wife and the woman she loved; yet Maura still anticipated the pain of what she would experience. She wanted Jane to stimulate her clit. Maura needed to feel the friction from Jane's fingers on her most sensitive area, but Jane's hands were caressing every inch of her body besides where she wanted them the most. Maura was well aware of what Jane was doing. The waiting was turning her on and the more turned on she became, the less pain she'd feel when Jane entered her for the first time.

The moment Jane touched her clit, Maura felt as if she were about to come. The teasing and the month of fantasizing about this moment had taken their toll on Maura, but she focused on anything she possibly could to prolong the moment.

"You're soaked," Jane whispered in her ear. "This is what I do to you?"

Hearing her wife's voice was making it even harder for Maura to hold back. Her arousal was because of her wife and only her wife, but Maura could barely get a word in as Jane continued to stroke her. "I'm ready," she finally managed to say.

"I'm only starting with one finger," Jane informed her. "I want you to get used to the way I feel inside you."

Although Jane was being as gentle as she could be, Maura still winced when she entered her. The feeling wasn't as painful as she thought it would be, but there was a slight stinging sensation that Maura hoped would subside. "Add another," Maura insisted.

"You're not open enough for me," Jane told her. "Just relax and focus on what you're feeling right now. If you relax your muscles, you'll open up more. Or I could go down—"

"No," Maura interrupted her. "Stay here with me."

"What do you feel?" Jane asked to ease Maura's mind.

"You," Maura responded. "I feel my wife inside of me, connected to me, sharing an intimacy with me that no other woman has or ever will."

When she felt Maura was ready for her, Jane added a second finger. "You feel so good, Maur," she whispered into her ear.

"I do?" Maura asked. Until that moment, she had never thought about what this might feel like for Jane.

"You're so warm," Jane responded, her breathing growing heavier than it had been earlier. "And you're so tight. It's like you're holding on to my fingers and you want me to stay inside you."

Maura pressed her lips against her wife's. Once the stinging subsided, Maura was able to enjoy the moment she had waited so long for. Her wife was moving inside of her and never before had she felt something so beautiful. It was more than sexual pleasure for Maura; it was a new way of being intimate with Jane.

Her wife was so gentle and reassuring that night. They had the rest of their lives to experiment with different positions and in that moment all they wanted was the sweetness and intimacy that only came with making love for the first time as a married couple. It was close to dawn when Jane and Maura were both too exhausted to continue, but Jane still couldn't let go of her wife. What they had just experienced with each other was life-altering and it bonded them on an entirely different level. That afternoon, they planned to meet with Jane's parents, but until then it was just the two of them.

"I won't be in last place anymore," Maura added, but Jane was too exhausted to come up with some sarcastic response. Instead, she tucked a few strands of hair behind Maura's ear and pulled her even closer to her.

It wasn't long before Maura fell asleep holding on to Jane just as Jane was holding on to her.