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Rated M

Blondes Have All the Fun

Chapter Eleven:

Eight Months after the Return to Boston:

NYC:

A knock on the apartment door one dreary Friday morning brought Olivia Benson from her comfortable spot on the light leather sofa and to the door. She glanced through the peephole as any woman in the great city of New York should, and seeing the door attendant Willy reached down and opened the door quickly.

"Hello Miss Benson," he said and handed her a pile of papers, a small box and plastic wrap, "here you go. Your mail."

With a sigh, she said, "it's Liv to you. I've lived here for three months already. But we'll work on that okay. Thank you so much. Ahh, looks like the jacket Alex ordered arrived."

"Yes, well. Good day…Liv,' he said and winked.

Willy gave a nod and backed away, walking down the hallway for parts unknown. Olivia glanced at the pile in her hand briefly then shook her head in wonder, not quite use to the door mail delivery. Ohh, wealth she thought.

"Hey Babe," Olivia shouted at her lover Alex as she closed the penthouse apartment door with a bang. She clutched the pile of fashion magazines and letters with a strong grip. "Your box arrived."

Soft footsteps echoed down the hall, heralding the arrival of Alex fresh from the shower, wet hair wrapped in a towel and her light pink robe on and open at the front. She walked up to her lover and glanced to the full hands. With a coy smile, "you're my box and you live here. Oh my jacket. And magazines. This is great."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Yep, perfect. We can curl on the sofa under the blanket and look through our mail."

Alex leaned in and kissed the smiling lips of her detective then pulled away. "Why yes, Miss," she winked then continued, "we'll curl up and watch our favorite movie. Why don't you nuke us some corn and swirl us up some Irish coffees while I put on some comfy clothes and dry my hair." She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Olivia staring after her fluttering pink robe as it trailed down to the shiny wood floor of the hallway.

"Damn, she knows where to push me," she commented to the box in her arms as she walked over and set her burdens down and went about making the requested items. Five minutes later, popcorn and mugs in hand, she sat down on the sofa and picked up the remote, flicking on Imagine You and Me.

Alex appeared in her lovers' boxers and a tank top. "Hey will you grab the mail, my hands were full," Olivia asked.

"Sure baby." Alex detoured and swept up the mail in her arms then sat down on the sofa with a plop. Olivia reached out and pressed play. Alex watched the movie start and said softly, "I love this movie."

"That's why its our favorite. I love it too." Olivia smiled and leaned back, drinking her hot coffee and watching her lover sort out the mail into the standard three piles of Alex, Liv, and both. Two envelopes made the both pile this week, which was standard for them since they decided to live together three months prior. Olivia ignored her small pile of her own mail, enjoyed Alex tearing through her magazines, and finally opened the box.

"What color did you order this month?"

Alex reached out, swatted Olivia's strong thigh, then shook out the cream-colored leather jacket. She turned her head while holding the jacket out in front and said, "For your info lover, I ordered this for you. I'm tired of seeing you in black and dark brown. You know you look hot in eggshell white. That cable nit sweater you wear makes me wet for you." She smirked and tossed the new jacket on Olivia's lap.

"Babe…I appreciate the gift, but honestly, you can't keep placating my affections with gifts." She flicked the soft jacket open and glanced at the label. "Even such beautiful ones as this. Armani, damn. Oh, it smells great," she buried her nose in it and inhaled deeply, moaning with pleasure.

Alex dropped the magazine she had picked up and reached out to twirl her fingers in Liv's soft neck hairs seductively. "I love you Olivia and I want to gaze at you in this jacket. Now shut up." She reached out for the 'both' pile and set them in her lap. "I'm going to open this one," she placed one in her lovers lap, "and you open that one."

Setting the jacket to the side, she picked up the light blue envelope and glanced at the return address, noting the Boston address. "I wonder…" she pulled out the card, flicked it open, glanced at the swirling feminine writing and promptly dropped it in shock. "Fuck." she exclaimed with wide eyes. Alex looked at her and snatched up the card, opened it and read the same script then dropped it also, her eyes widening with each deep breath she took. "Well Fuck."

"I know, huh?"

Alex shook her head and picked up the card reading a loud the shocking message within the twirled dark blue paper, "We cordially invite Alexandra Cabot and Olivia Benson to the joining of Doctor Maura Isles and Jane Rizzoli, First day of April, Two Thousand and Twelve."

"She's nuts," Olivia shouted. Alex lifted her mouth into a loving smile and said, "They love each other very much and deserve our attendance. We're going. End of argument, and I'm renting you a tuxedo my dashing Prince." She leaned over and kissed a soft cheek, nuzzling fragrant, sweet skin.

"Uh. I'm going to kill Jane."

"Well I'm going to kiss Maura congratulations on bagging the handsome Italian." Alex whispered and continued kissing her lover.

After several deep moans from Olivia's dry throat, she said, "I'll wear a tux, but only for you. Oh, that feels good." After several gasping breaths as an after thought she mumbled, " I'm dragging you to the bachelors party."

"And I'm dragging you to Maura's bachelorette's party. I've already seen the goods, so the stripping won't be a distraction for me… or you either."

"Okay. Now let's cuddle." Olivia said, ending any further conversation for a while.

Across the Bridge in a Loft in Brooklyn, New York City: Same Night

Ric Hanson opened her front door to find the pile of today's mail placed just inside. She kicked it out of the way and stepped inside quickly. Her lover Melinda Warner followed closely behind, arms wrapped firmly around the muscled waist.

"Oh babe." Ric muttered as Melinda kissed the back of her bare neck, teasing and arousing her. She shut the door, turned around within the strong arms, and attacked her lover's luscious lips, kissing deeply, and tongues twirling together in a practiced dance of lust.

"I need you so much Ric," Melinda gasped as she pulled away from the kiss to breathe.

"And I you, Lover," Ric softly whispered. "I've never felt this way with anyone else but you."

"It's been eight months and I still want you every time I look into your beautiful eyes," Ric said then bent her mouth to kiss and nibble Melinda's warm neck.

"I wanted you before, I just didn't understand it."

"Well I'm glad you do now." Ric kissed her again then pulled away and said, "I want you right now, but I'm going to refrain and suggest we spend some vertical time together for once." She smiled and stepped back another step, forcing the strong arms wrapped around her waist to let go. Melinda looked at her in disbelief with hooded eyes.

"A movie. Fine, but I want to watch Imagine Me and You." Melinda's deep husky voice requested.

"I love that movie, no hard feeling from me. I'm going to go through the mail while you set it up." She bent down, scooped up her pile of letters in one hand, and walked over to her dark blue sofa, plopping down with a loud groan. "God, I love this couch." She stretched out her legs and leaned back, flicking open the letters with only half interest. Melinda set up the movie, joined her lover on the couch, and groaned.

"I love your couch too. And it helps that your sitting on it with me," Melinda looked at Ric with a smile.

"True." Halfway through the stack of letters, she reached a light blue envelope with a Boston return address. "Hm, must be from Maura. She mentioned last week to look for a letter from her."

"Oh Maura. I talk with Maura everyday now. I like her spunk, and her quirkiness."

"MMh. Oh shit," she exclaimed after flipping open the dark blue card to read the flowing script within.

"What?"

Ric read a loud, "We cordially invite Richelle Hanson and Melinda Warner to the joining of Doctor Maura Isles and Jane Rizzoli, First day of April, Two Thousand and Twelve."

"I guess I better dig out the tux then." Ric muttered as she leaned forward to set the invitation on the wooden coffee table with a sigh.

"I am happy for them. It's obvious how much Maura loves Jane. What I can't figure out is why they didn't say anything before now. We talk all the time." Melinda said with a huff.

Ric shrugged, shook her head and said, "I don't know. I just don't know."

"Hmm. First time for everything I suppose. I mean, Jane accepting to get married, you and me spending time upright for once, and Maura keeping a secret for a while obviously. Just wow."

The movie continued to play in the background as the stunned women stared at the screen without really seeing it, both contemplating the changes of the past year in silence.

Same Day Boston:

Jane and Maura lay naked and intertwined, resting their bodies while their minds floated as all lovers do after having made love for the past few hours.

Jane kissed the hot skin of her lovers shoulder and mumbled, "so, do you think they opened them yet?"

"The phone has been silent for the past few hours Jane," Maura whispered bluntly. "They would call otherwise."

"MMHm, probably right."

A soft chirp sounded by Jane's ear, and she turned her head to see her cell phone on the night stand light up as it rang with Benson's assigned ringer. "Well there you go. Benson's opened hers."

A different sound started off farther away from the bed. Maura's phone on the cherry wood dresser started to ring with the death march, her assigned ringer for Melinda Warner. She lifted her head, glanced at it then let her head fall back down on the pillow, and leaned in to whisper, "Ric and Melinda opened theirs."

"I guess our demanding friends want to yell at us for keeping the secret."

"The might yell but I'm going to ignore the calls for now. The only yelling acceptable now, Jane Rizzoli, is your screaming of my name in pleasure as I kiss your most intimate places." With a quick scoot, Maura was under the sheet and keeping her promises.

"Oh yes. I'm going to love being married to you." Jane gasped out as a warm tongue stroked her in the most provocative way.

"You better." Maura scolded and continued completing her task. Maura Isles never leaves a task incomplete after all.

"Fuck, I love you," were the last words out of Jane Rizzoli's mouth as her body trembled from Maura's loving ministrations.

The cell phones continued to ring late into the night and they remained unanswered.

A/N: This is probably the end of this tale, but I might write one more chapter on the wedding. I got the idea for this chapter after watching the season Finale of QAF where Brian and Justin send out the invites. It made me laugh because I saw Jane as a female Brian in a way.