"Can I come?"

"Maybe..."

Jane turned to her side on the bare mattress and faced the doctor.

"A Red Sox Jersey?..."

"You're in my fantasy, you cannot tell me what to wear!"

They chuckled.

Jane looked up at Maura, and her heart ached at the sight of her friend's radiant face. The smile died on her lips, and she smoothed down Maura's sleeve along her arm.

"What would you wear?" Jane asked softly.

Maura turned her head and looked at the detective, confused.

"At your wedding?"

"Yeah, at my Red Sox wedding."

Maura rolled over and faced Jane, who reluctantly pulled her hand away.

The doctor gave her a thoughtful frown and a head shake.

"I... What would you like me to wear?"

"I don't know, you're the fashion queen. You would look amazing, as usual."

"Thank you... And you'd look beautiful, no matter what you wear. Even a Red Sox jersey."

Maura smiled and cupped Jane's cheek. The brunette closed her eyes at the soft touch, and her hand trailed up to Maura's wrist. She gently grabbed the back of Maura's hand and brought it to her lips. She pressed her mouth to Maura's palm, feeling her stomach clench and her throat close up. Her lips parted slowly and she kissed the doctor's hand.

Maura was trying to make eye contact with Jane, but the detective was deliberately avoiding looking up at her. She let Jane hold her hand, and squeezed back in return. Jane went limp, and the doctor pulled her hand free. The detective's worried eyes darted to Maura's face, but the blonde smiled and she grazed Jane's shoulder with the back of her fingers, down along her arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in her wake.

Jane's lips parted, her breath shallow and her heart pounding in her chest. She swallowed hard. Maura had captured her eyes and she couldn't look away. She waited, breathless, as Maura reached her waist, and her fingers made contact with her exposed midriff.

Maura paused for a brief second, and after realizing Jane wasn't moving to stop her, she slowly slid her hand under the white tank top, feeling Jane's soft skin under her palm. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, unable to stop herself. She let her hand wander up along Jane's side, grazing the side of Jane's breast, where it came to a rest. She opened her eyes again.

Jane was staring back at her, her eyes hooded and dark. She grabbed Maura's hip and pulled her closer, so their stomachs and breasts were touching. She closed the distance and their lips met, soft and open. They kissed slowly and tenderly, excited and afraid at the same time. Their exploration was tentative, their bodies and mind adjusting gradually to the shift in their relationship. At this point, they could probably stop and pretend that it had been a sweet, friendly kiss, an emotional release at the end of a hard day.

Except neither wanted to stop. Maura finally reached behind Jane's neck and pulled her in, opening her mouth and deepening the kiss. Jane immediately responded by pushing her tongue inside Maura's mouth, moaning when she felt the wet, warm touch.

After a few, long minutes, they slowed down and broke the kiss, their foreheads resting against one another. They caught their breath in silence.

Jane finally whispered to Maura, her hand tangled into the honey blonde hair.

"Would you wear your wedding gown for me?"