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Chapter Seventeen: How To Steal A Kiss From Jane

"I always knew she was the right one for you. Congrats, Jane." Frost cast a glance at Maura who was talking to a little girl a bit further in the room and smiled at Jane before hugging her tight.

The Italian gladly accepted the gesture. Frost knew that he was more than a mere colleague for her – and vice versa – even if they never really openly said anything most of the times. Blushing slightly, The Italian let a timid smile play on her lips and adjusted her dress; out of nervousness. It was strange to be there standing by him; a wedding band on her finger.

Yet she had never felt so right.

Running her tongue over her lips, she bent over and raised an amused eyebrow at her colleague just as one of Maura's cousin was passing by.

"Maybe your very own future wife is in this room, right now. Make your pick: Italian, Irish, French, Scottish... You should be able to find someone among this crowd."

"Like Amy?"

Taken aback, Jane straightened up and swallowed hard. She had certainly not expected that. Frost's ex-girlfriends had very little to do with the socialite. To not simply say absolutely nothing.

And yet... Who knows, Rizzoli. Might be love at first sight. Now that'd be... Big?

"Really?!"

Frost burst out laughing and winked at Korsak as the sergeant approached, glass of champagne in hand.

"No, not really. She's rather terrifying, actually."

Seeing that Korsak was now listening, Jane preferred to put an end to the conversation and focus on something a bit less personal. The truth was that she was reassured by Frost's words. It was not that she didn't like Amy but she could hardly picture the British woman with her colleague. Besides, Amy belonged to London. Or better said, London belonged to Amy.

"So what's the big next step for the two of you? A child?"

The sergeant's question made Jane smile. She cast a glance at Maura who was now in charge of TJ and Rose, her very own little cousin; barely older than Tommy's daughter. It was a sweet image yet the brunette knew better than to lose herself in fantasies she didn't want to name.

"I don't think so. We have enough with the two of you. And Frankie... And Tommy!" She laughed – loudly – then accepted a glass of champagne that Laurence held out to her. "Oh, Laurence... Please let me introduce you to my colleagues – and friends – Vince and Barry." She turned to them. "This is Laurence, one of Maura's uncles."

"From Plockton, Scotland!" Laurence gladly shook hands with both men even if his own remark – as true as it was – sounded pointless considering that he was wearing a kilt; piece of clothing that gave away rather easily his nationality.

Seeing that Laurence was in good hands, Jane excused herself and rushed to help Maura who seemed to be a bit overwhelmed by the situation.

"How are you doing, Mary Poppins?" She passed an arm on the honey blonde's waist and smiled at her. Brightly. Foolishly. Yet her happiness was simply echoing the scientist's.

Rose in her arms, Maura turned around and shrugged; uncertain of how she was supposed to present the situation to Jane.

"Well... I wouldn't say no to a little bit of help!"

The brunette nodded and grabbed TJ in her arms – the little boy repeating over and over how pretty she was – before making her way through the crowd of guests towards Lydia's table.

"Express delivery!" But as she put TJ down, Rose seemed to disagree and tended her arms towards him. Jane chuckled. "Looks like my nephew got a girlfriend..."

Lydia and Tommy laughed before Annabelle – Rose's mother – showed up to grab her daughter and laugh at the scene as well.

"Is everything fine?" A peaceful smile lighting up her features, Maura looked at their guests before holding Jane's hand tightly.

They hadn't had a second for themselves since the ceremony. The dinner was now in full swing - after a whole cocktail afternoon - and would probably last until very long in the night.

The bare touch of their intertwined hands – stolen kisses here and there – were the only gestures of affection they allowed themselves in spite of running out of time for something more intimate. A proper face-to-face to fully realize that they had finally got married. To fully embrace it.

"It's all going very fine, thanks a lot! And beautiful dresses. I love them!" Lydia nodded – ecstatic – before turning towards Tommy. "I guess we will get some inspiration from you for our wedding..."

Jane repressed a chuckle. She still had a hart time believing that her brother was getting married. As a matter of fact, she still couldn't believed that he had a child. Some things will always amaze you – or scare you? - Rizzoli, let's face it.

"You will have to come home at some point to talk about it. We have plenty of addresses you might want. There is this delicious..."

But before Maura had a chance to finish her sentence, Amy's voice resounded loud in her back and within a second she found herself propelled towards the center of the room for a Scottish jig.

"I am wearing stilettos, Amy... This is a very bad idea. You would be surprised to learn about the amount of sprained ankles that..."

The socialite pressed her index finger on her cousin's mouth and shook her head. She was not in the mood to talk; just to shout out to people around. Side-effect of the drinks she had had.

"Move your lovely ass over here, Yankee. And dance with your wife!"

Realizing that Amy was talking to her, Jane shook her head then made a step backwards. She could feel the wave of heat that had rushed up her face and the gaze of several people turned towards her. There was not a single chance in the universe that they would witness her dance a jig.

Absolutely none.

And yet. Before she had a chance to react, someone had grabbed her hand and she was there – in the middle of the circle – among all the dancers. She turned her head around to see who had pushed her there and blinked; utterly surprised. By her side – and dancing proudly next to Maura with such typical elegance Jane envied at times – Constance smiled at her before bursting out laughing.

"Come on, Jane! I know that you learned the steps in Scotland. Show everyone how you are doing for an American."

"Oh God..." The brunette mumbled between her teeth and began to dance, trying to ignore how her brothers – or even Frost and Korsak – were probably filming the scene to put it then online.

Yet the Scottish clan was part of her family, now. She didn't want to offend them. No matter she could already hear the jokes of her colleagues when she passed the doors of the BPD on Monday morning.

Ten minutes later – breathless and in need to sit down – Jane reached the buffet and poured herself a glass of water. Two hands landed on her waist, soon followed by a kiss on her neck.

She turned around and flashed a bright smile at Maura.

"Are you okay?"

The honey blonde nodded and grabbed both her hands to lead her outside. They made their way – almost passing unnoticed – through the crowd and stepped in the night. Harvard was quiet, now. Peaceful.

"It's freezing, Maur'. Maybe we should have taken our..."

A kiss stole away her words; a deep – long – awaited one. She gave in instantly and passed her arms around the medical examiner's neck as she felt her push her against the brick wall in her back. Their moans echoed in the darkness, matching the rustling of their dresses as they reduced the space – yet almost unexistent – between their respective bodies.

"Who cares about pneumonia..." Her forehead leaned against Maura's, Jane laughed brushing her wife's lips of hers then bent over for another kiss. One that sent shivers down her spine as this little voice in her head kept on telling her that she had married Maura.

"I love you." The honey blonde locked her eyes with Jane's and giggled before biting her lower lip under the pale moonlight. "You have no idea how in love with you I am..."

The detective smirked – looked aside pretending to think hard – then squinted her eyes playfully at Maura.

"Believe it or not but I might actually have an idea."

Yet before she had a chance to add anything, Maura grabbed her left hand and brought it there to her heart; their wedding bands touching each other, over the dress.

She swallowed hard as a veil of tears began to appear in her eyes; making them shine in the darkness of the night.

"You are my whole life, Jane. Please, never forget that."