A/N: Thank you for all of the kind words. I know I just updated this two days ago, but I was inspired to update it again. I hope you all had a fun New Year's Eve and are enjoying the start of 2013. Now, on to the young Rizzles fluff.

Jane woke up to find their clothes scattered on the floor of their bedroom. The temperature that night had dropped down to the single digits, but neither of them had the energy to change into their pajamas, so they fell asleep naked and holding on to each other not just for warmth but because they still had the need to feel each other. Jane could no longer count the amount of times she and Maura had made love since they had gotten married, but she felt as if each time were more special than the last because each time she made love to Maura she learned something new about her. She'd discover another erogenous zone or even something as seemingly insignificant as notice a freckle she had never seen before. After she quickly put on some pajama pants and a thermal shirt, Jane looked adoringly at her sleeping wife. Maura was sleeping so peacefully and she had a slight smile on her face, which made Jane wonder if she was dreaming and, if she were, what she was dreaming about.

She grazed her fingertips along Maura's arms. Her skin is so cold. This is what happens when I stop holding her. She could have held her, but Jane decided to do the next best thing. She grabbed a couple of fleece blankets from her closet and lovingly draped them over Maura. Maura stirred when she felt the added blankets against her skin; it was yet another gesture that Jane considered absolutely adorable. She pursed her lips over a tiny freckle on Maura's cheek and once her lips made contact, Maura finally opened her eyes.

"What were you dreaming about?" Jane asked. "I noticed you smiling."

"Nothing," Maura responded. "I've been awake this entire time. I just wanted to see what you'd do. Your first instinct was to keep me warm and comfortable."

"Keeping you comfortable has always been my first instinct and it will always be my first instinct," Jane reminded her. "I was thinking about how lucky I am to see you this way. You look so beautiful right now and I'm going to wake up to you every morning for the rest of my life."

Maura playfully grabbed Jane by the collar of her sweatshirt and pulled her in for a kiss. "I have a surprise for you."

"It isn't Christmas yet," Jane pointed out.

"You've been giving me surprises all month," Maura responded. "You've given me a ring, mix tapes, our kitten, my first family portrait and somewhere to stay during the holidays. For once, let me do something for you, Jane."

Jane handed her wife some pajamas. She had wanted to hug Maura, but she feared she'd start crying if she did. She was always so caught up in spoiling Maura that she had failed to notice that her wife had wanted to spoil her just as much. Their marriage wasn't going to be one-sided and Maura wanted to do little things for Jane to give her reassurance that she was loved and appreciated.

Maura grabbed an immaculately wrapped gift from underneath Jane's bed and handed it to her. The gift was no bigger than the palm of her hand and it wasn't store-bought, but she hoped Jane would cherish its sentimental value and all of the work she put into it.

Jane eagerly tore open the wrapping paper to reveal a small wooden-frame ornament that Maura had painted green and written on with red, glittery puffy paint. In the middle was a picture of the two of them that had been taken the day they got married. It wasn't the most flattering picture, but it was Maura's favorite because she had never seen Jane look as happy as she did in that picture. Above the picture were the words, 'Our First Christmas' and below the picture, Maura had written the year '1994'.

"I made it while you were at work yesterday," Maura stated as she looked at her wife. Jane was too busy holding the ornament up by its red stain ribbon to pay attention to what she was saying. "I hope you like it."

"I love it," Jane told her after a long pause. "I was just imagining how our tree is going to look in thirty years."

"Why thirty years?" Maura asked.

"I think we should start a tradition," Jane beamed. "We'll make one of these every year. When there's too many to hang on the tree, we can find a different way to display them."

"Let's do it," Maura giggled. "It'll be fun to see how much we change throughout the years and our children and grandchildren will also be able to see. Can you picture our grandchildren asking us questions about our youth while we're all sipping hot chocolate near the fireplace?"

"We'll tell them about Stuevie's," Jane began. "And our first kiss on the bridge."

"We can't forget to tell them about how you asked me to be your girlfriend while we were playing in a pile of leaves," Maura insisted.

"And everything we went through to be together," Jane added. "We could have given up, but we didn't."

"This is turning into a story about teenage rebellion," Maura pointed out.

"Yeah," Jane agreed. "We'll leave out the part about us running away to get married."

"Although it's the best part," Maura insisted. "Can we play the mix tapes for them?"

"Some of the mix tapes," Jane responded. "I don't know what I'd do if our grandchildren someday learn that I put a song called 'I Wanna Sex You Up' on a mix tape for you."

"Because it's about sex or because it's a pop song and you don't want to ruin your alternative rock or grunge image?" Maura quipped. "Jane Rizzoli likes Color Me Badd. Jane Rizzoli likes Ace of Base. Jane Rizzoli likes Boyz II Men—"

"Jane Rizzoli likes Maura Rizzoli," Jane said as she playfully topped Maura. Maura began squirming underneath her, but Jane continued to tickle her and place sloppy kisses on her neck and jaw line.

"Is this your new version of foreplay?" Maura asked.

"No," Jane insisted. "But this is." She repositioned herself in between Maura's legs and, as if it were a reflex, Maura wrapped her legs tightly around Jane's waist to pull her even closer to her. Jane had to be at work in a couple of hours and she knew this would put her behind schedule but, as always, there was no way she could resist Maura.

Jane's shift ended at seven that night, which gave her an entire evening to spend with Maura. It was another cold night in Boston, but Jane was in no mood to stay indoors, so after work she picked Maura up and treated her to dinner. They were low on funds, but neither minded that their dinner date was at a local pizza place frequented by college students instead of a nice restaurant.

Not ready for their date to end, Jane and Maura decided to walk around near Park Street. There were couples walking hand-in-hand all around them and children riding on sleds and building snowmen. Jane never admitted it to anyone, especially Mark, but she had always wanted to go for a walk with a girl in the snow and, as her gloved fingers were intertwined with Maura's, she realized it was even better than she had hoped it would be.

"What did you do while I was at work?" Jane asked.

"Tommy taught me how to play Mortal Kombat," Maura informed her. "I now know the significance of you and Mark shouting out 'Back, Back, B.' Once I mastered that move, I beat Tommy twenty-seven times and I beat Mark's little brother thirty times."

"Maurwife?"

"Yes, Janewife?"

"Never have I been more proud to be married to you," Jane teased. "If we ever need extra cash, we can always go to the arcade and hustle Mortal Kombat the way people hustle pool. All these middle school boys will take one look at you and either be so enticed by your beauty that they'll do anything just to play the game next to you or they'll think you can't play and they could make easy money off of betting against you. We'll be millionaires."

"It's a thought," Maura smiled. "I have an interview with Jerry tomorrow and, if I get the job, my paychecks from working at The Basement will add to the millions we'll earn from hustling Mortal Kombat."

"You'll get the job," Jane insisted. "If Mark and I got hired, you'll definitely get hired. Jerry says Mark and I are like the illegitimate children he never wanted or knew he had until we both showed up on interview day. We're like a little family at that store and you're family now."

Just as she always did, Jane had comforted Maura. Her wife had brought out a more confident and playful side to herself that she never knew existed. The two of them spent the rest of the evening walking around in the snow, stopping only to have the occasional snowball fight that would result in them laughing uncontrollably like children. Maura was uncertain about the job interview and what the future held for them financially but, in that moment, she managed to set those worries aside and focus on being young again with Jane.