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"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, Oh fuck."

Jane couldn't help but grin around the rosy nipple currently between her teeth, her hips never stilling their thrusts to keep Maura begging for more. She had come to love the way Maura came delightfully undone when the strap on was involved and she didn't plan on stopping anytime soon.

"Jane," Maura gasped, the detective's thrusts into her keeping her just on the edge of what would be her fourth orgasm of the evening.

"Yes, baby?" Jane asked, letting Maura's nipple slip from her teeth before moving to whisper in her fiancee's ear.

"So close."

"Rub it out," Jane whispered in Maura's ear. "Rub it out and let me see you come again."

Nodding briefly, Maura let go of the covers she had been clenching in her fists to reach down and, after running her fingers along her slit where the strap on deposited a bounty of wetness onto her fingers, brought her fingers to rub frantically at her clit.

"Oh, God," Maura moaned. "Jane, I'm so close."

Redoubling her efforts, Jane began to quicken her thrusts and placed open mouth kisses down Maura's neck, the salty taste of perspiration lingering on her tongue.

"Come, Maura," Jane murmured, her abs burning with exertion.

It was with one final thrust that Maura acquiesced with fervor, her free hand coming to clutch at Jane's shoulder as her entire body tensed, mouth agape in a silent scream and eyes screwed shut. Her hips lifted as her right hand left her clit to grab at Jane's ass and hold her still before collapsing on the bed.

"Roll over," Maura commanded, her voice both shaky and raspy.

"What?"

"Stay inside of me, and roll over," Maura clarified.

"But it's nearly midnight, Maur. And you've got a big day tomorrow."

"I don't want to be done yet," Maura explained softly. "Please."

Doing as instructed, Jane rolled to the other side of the bed, bringing Maura with her to rest on top of her, the faux appendage never leaving the doctor.

"I can't wait to spend the rest of our weekends off doing just this," Maura sighed contentedly, beginning to roll her hips to provide stimulation for both she and her fiance.

"And tomorrow you'll be picking out the dress you'll wear to make our nuptials official," Jane smiled, her hands running up and down Maura's sides.

"And next weekend you'll be doing the same," Maura noted.

"And then in just about four months, we'll be wearing those dresses and eating champagne cake and wearing matching wedding bands and be officially Mrs. and Mrs. Rizzoli-Isles."

"Now if only someone would tell me where the honeymoon is going to be," Maura huffed.

"Are you really trying to get the top secret honeymoon destination out of me after I made you orgasm four times?" Jane asked.

"Worth a shot," Maura smirked before beginning to move her hips up and down, the dildo reaching far into her as she moved up and down. "You feel so good," she praised, hands coming down to massage Jane's breasts as well as keep herself steady.

"Shit, I love when you're on top," Jane breathed as the base of the dildo rubbed her clit, the friction on her already sensitive clit pushing her rapidly back up to climax.

"And I love being on top," Maura smiled, pinching Jane's stiffened nipples as she continued to ride the brunette. "Let me know when you're close," she instructed. "I want to finish together."

"It's not gonna take long," Jane warned as she felt her extremities begin to tingle.

"Fuck me, Jane."

Grasping at supple hips, Jane held Maura still as she began to piston her hips up and down, slamming into the doctor and causing both women to cry out at the pleasure. With the doctor's breasts bouncing in front of her and soft hands gripping her breasts, it only took a few more moments before both women were crying out a litany of gasps, swears, and the others name before both their bodies shuddered and went limp against each other.

"Jesus, it get's better every time," Jane breathed as she shakily moved Maura's hair off the doctor's sweaty back.

"And it's only going to go up from here."

"Don't leave me."

"Jane," Maura chuckled as she felt the detective pull her impossibly closer the next morning. "It's almost 9am and both of our mothers and your nephew are going to be here in an hour and a half."

"Don't care," Jane mumbled. "Wanna snuggle."

"You don't care that either your nephew or your mother will come looking for us and find us naked in bed with you still...strapped up?"

"You know you like it," Jane grinned as she wiggled her hips, the strap on still attached to her pressing against Maura's backside.

"I do," Maura admitted, rolling over in Jane's arms to face the detective, hands coming up unbuckle the straps to free Jane from the harness. "But I love you, my sweet Jane, just as you are even more."

Jane couldn't help but smile, receiving a quick kiss from Maura before the blonde pressed their bare torsos together and tangled her legs with Jane's.

"You're picking out your wedding dress, today."

"I am," Maura beamed, kissing the tan skin beneath her lips. "Which is why I should get up,make sure I'm ready to go, and then make breakfast for our family. TJ will never forgive me if there aren't chocolate chip pancakes for him."

"Fine," Jane sighed dramatically, loosening her hold on Maura. "But don't take forever in the shower because I'm not going the whole day smelling like sex."

"You know you like it," Maura teased, echoing the detective's earlier sentiment as she slipped out of bed and strutted to the en-suite, earning a comical wolf whistle from Jane.

An hour and a half later, on the dot, Angela came into the main house with TJ scampering in front of her and the front doorbell rang, signaling Constance's arrival.

"Aunt Jane!" TJ greeted happily, seeing a plate of strawberries in Jane's left hand and Jo's bowl of dog food in her right. "Can I feed Bass?!"

"Of course, little buddy," Jane smiled, carefully handing him the tortoise's food before setting Jo's food down for her to scurry to.

"Good morning, mother," Maura greeted as she gave her mother a hug. "I'm so glad we were able to make this work so you could be here today."

"I'd never miss my daughter picking out her wedding dress." Constance beamed.

"That'll be us next weekend, Janie!" Angela said happily.

"I've had the driver leave the car running since I assumed we'd have some champagne to celebrate, so shall we go?" Constance asked. "Our first appointment is in half an hour."

"Of course," Maura nodded, pulling her coat and winter accessories on before turning to Jane.

"Have fun today," Jane smiled, kissing Maura gently before tying her scarf. "Text me when you're heading home and I'll get TJ all amped up on sugar before passing him back to my ma."

"You're evil," Maura laughed, bidding goodbye to TJ and Angela before exiting her house with her mother.

It was at the second shop she and her mother visited when she knew she'd found her dress.

The first sign was the gasp of the saleswoman who was helping her slip in and out of the dresses.

The second was the way the dress fit her perfectly, even though it was off the rack and had undergone no alterations.

The third was the way she and her mother both choked up when they stood side by side in front of the multi-faceted mirror.

And the fourth sign was the way her father, coming up behind her in a last minute arrival to Boston, stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of his daughter in the ethereal gown, her hair in loose waves cascading down her shoulders in the same was the flowers cascaded down the dress.

"Father," Maura said, the lump in her voice clear as she turned on the pedestal to face the surprise visitor.

"If I promise not to step on your toes or the gown, is this a dress you think you would like to dance with your old man in?" Richard asked, reaching into his breast pocket to pull out a handkerchief.

A nod was all Maura could reply with.

Taking a few steps forward, Richard made his way to his daughter who, with the aid of Constance to help her off the pedestal, allowed her father to envelop her in a loving hug.

"You look absolutely breathtaking, my love," Richard whispered into Maura's ear.

"You'll really dance with me?" Maura asked, a tear falling down her cheek.

"Nothing would make me happier than to dance with you on your wedding day," Richard replied softly, pulling away to dab at the tear on Maura's face with his handkerchief. "Don't tell your mother, but I think you may even rival how beautiful she was on our wedding day," he added with a small smile.

Maura chuckled, and gave him one final hug before turning to her mother.

"Did you know he was coming?"

"I sent him a copy of the appointments we had scheduled today and encouraged him to try and make it as early in the day as possible, and what perfect timing he has," Constance replied as she kissed her husband's cheek.

"Well, my darling, is this the dress you'll be marrying Jane in?" Richard asked, gesturing to the saleswoman who was watching the encounter with shimmering eyes and encouraging Maura to turn back and look into her reflection.

"Yes."

"Ma. Ma! Ma!"

"Janie, we're in a boutique. You shouldn't shout."

"Well pay attention to me and I won't shout anymore," Jane said as she looked at her mother expectantly.

"I'm sorry, this just is so exciting! Finding the outfit my baby girl is getting married in. Oh, and there are so many choices for suits and accent pieces and-"

"I want to get married in a dress."

"You do?"

"Yeah," Jane smiled sheepishly. "I know it seems like a pantsuit is something I'd pick, but I want to wow Maura. And I guess deep down I really want to wear a dress. Not, like, a Disney princess ballgown, but something that will make me and Maura's special day even more special."

"Well, then let's start looking at dresses!" Angela beamed as she looped her arm with Jane and began to peruse the shelves of dresses.

The two women each pulled a few dresses from the racks, their designated saleswoman helping lift the dresses and bring them to Jane's dressing room. And shortly after Jane announced she wanted to wear a dress, she disappeared into the waiting room with the saleswoman to help her into the selected dresses.

The first dress made both Angela and Jane laugh, her barely there cleavage hiding beneath layers of lace and crystal beading.

The second dress earned a gasp from Angela but a shake of the head from Jane, the mermaid style making her feel as though she couldn't walk.

The third dress earned a maybe from both women, the simple strapless dress with a lace overlay fitting Jane's athletic frame snugly.

But it was on the fourth dress that Jane couldn't help but ask the saleswoman to exit the fitting room so she could have a moment alone to look at herself. The lace illusion neckline allowed her femininity to blend with her athletic build, the subtle lace laid over the a-line bottom of the gown, and the open back cut just right to hide her bullet scar from the headquarters shooting.

"Jane?" came Angela's voice from outside the fitting room.

"Sorry," Jane apologized. "Just needed a sec to look at myself. I'm gonna come out but I want you to just look for a minute, don't say anything. Just look."

"I can do that."

Stepping out of the fitting room, Jane walked to the pedestal and stood in front of the mirrors, looking back at her mother to gauge her reaction.

After a few minutes of silence, Jane finally spoke.

"I really like this one, Ma."

"You look so beautiful, Janie."

"I can see myself getting married in this. I can see myself walking down the library's staircases to meet Maura and walk down the aisle with her," Jane admitted softly.

"I brought this with me, just in case," Angela said as she pulled an old sash from her purse. "Your Nona wore this at her wedding, and I did at mine. Come down here."

Doing as instructed, Jane allowed her mother to begin weaving the sash into her hair, eventually finishing a simple braid pulled over Jane's shoulder with the sash woven in.

"A professional could do it better, but what do you think?"

Turning to look at herself, Jane suddenly felt a lump in her throat at the reflection she saw.

"This is it, Ma. This is what I'm getting married in."

Once again, go to my Tumblr at mama-ursula and look under the Newlyweds FanFiction tag for links to their dresses. If you can't find them, I'll get them to you another way!