Epilogue

ONE YEAR LATER

Jane sat with her head against the headboard Maura nestled in her arms rambling on about some new finger printing technique that could revolutionise getting prints from burn victims. She was saying how they had basically robbed Hope's idea because she hadn't patented it but they'd improved on it slightly. Jane was drifting in and out of Maura's spiel. Her eyes were fixed on the closet doors of the hotel room. The sun was setting and the last rays were catching flecks of light were casting coloured rays across the room.

"We're getting married". Jane was still staring at the coloured rays twinkling all around.

Maura stopped mid-sentence to admonish Jane for not listening to her but then followed her gaze to the dresses hanging on the closet door. The sequins on her silk ballroom type gown were causing a spectacular light show. Jane's cream column dress with a simple little panel of lace in the bottom left corner at her ankle was in stark contrast. But Maura knew no matter how much pressure she or Angela put on her wife to be about cuts and cloths and accessories it was futile. Jane had tried on three dresses and settled on the second after Maura had categorically ruled out a Red Sox Jersey. Maura's dress was minus the twenty-foot train as a compromise. Jane was too afraid TJ would break his neck on it as he did his pageboy routine.

She had allowed Maura pick ridiculously expensive shoes for her and then found the exact same pair for quarter of the price online while swearing to Maura she'd gone back to the store after 'thinking about them a bit'. She'd had to keep Maura out of that shoe store for the last three months as a result lest she talk about Jane's beautiful shoes with one of the shoe sales people, all of whom she knew by name.

"Yes we are" Maura grinned
"Holy Shit we're getting married"
"Jane language"

"Seriously?"
"Well the words Holy and that profanity should not be used in one sentence"
"When did you get all religious?"
"Well we are getting married tomorrow"
"In a non-faith ceremony Maur. Remember?"
They'd debated this long and hard. For so long it almost derailed the entire day. Angela had even managed to find a Catholic priest who was willing to marry them in the eyes of God. Jane exposed him as a scam artist and a non-ordained scam artist at that.

They'd eventually settled on a wedding in the grounds of a local hotel, which had recreated a waterfall and old mill in the gardens. They were having the whole event outdoors with marquees for dinner and dancing. Maura had been watching the weather channel for the last fortnight to ensure that the good weather they were experiencing was going to continue. In fact Jane was pretty sure that was all they'd watched for the last two weeks solid. Maura tried to switch it off when she came into the room but Jane caught her every time and told her to leave it.

Now as Jane lay in bed holding the love of her life in her arms she knew it had all been worth it. Every last minute had lead to this. Shooting herself, killing Hoyt, being kidnapped fighting off those who tried to harm Maura. All of it had been worth it because it lead her here to this moment. Jane buried her face in Maura's neck and Maura felt a few tears fall against her skin.

Maura turned to look into Jane's eyes. She knew how much the detective hated displaying weakness.

"Jane?" she enquired tentatively.

"I'm ok"
"If it's all too much we can call it off"
What Jane loved most about that statement was that she knew it was completely true. Maura had realised that the more intense she got about the wedding the more Jane freaked out. So she'd learned some breathing techniques in yoga and decided that nothing was worth freaking Jane out for. Jane had had enough traumas in her life for ten life times; Maura was not going to add to that by making what was meant to be one of the happiest days of their lives one of the most stressful.

"Thank You but no, no it's not the wedding. I think we'll be fine. I'm more worried about Ma and Pop and whether they can be civil for the day"

"Is that why you're crying?"
"No I'm crying because I realised that all the stuff that hurt, all the stuff I did to myself and that others did to me were my life lessons. They all made me the person I am today. They all taught me that the love that I have for you is the most real feeling in the entire world. I always worried I wouldn't know what love was when it came along. And now I'm marrying you tomorrow and I've never been more certain of anything ever"
Maura kissed Jane gently and twirled one of her curls on her finger as she smiled

"I have never been more sure of anything ever either. Since emotions aren't tangible my disregard for them was a constant in my life for many decades. I didn't think emotions were real, just imaginary phenomenons. But I know now what love is. I know what all those soppy love songs are about. I understand why Valentine's Day is such a money earner and why people use phrases such as 'love sick' and 'love struck'.

Jane laughed against the side of her fiancées head. Trust you to bring it back around to phraseology and global consumerism. She took hold of Maura's hips as she flipped them over so the was straddling her, blonde hair looking like honey syrup in the sunlight, hazel eyes flecked with green and gold, pale skin perfect as she looked down at the woman below her. Jane would never get sick of looking at this Maura, never.

"You, my God you are the most beautiful woman alive, do you know that?"
For once Maura was taken off guard and had nothing to say about bone structure or skin tones. Jane was glad because talking wasn't top on her list of priorities.

Maura saw the glint in Jane's eye and was about to warn her to behave. But she remembered the night before when Jane had made love to her on the couch of their suite, nothing but her tongue bringing her to orgasm. She was still quivering inside from it. She needed to feel Jane take her again, to make her hers.

Jane's curls surrounded her face as Jane leaned in and began to explore every inch of her mouth with her tongue. Maura was already moaning and Jane hadn't even moved her hands.

"Baby, please!"

Jane giggled as she bumped Maura's nose with hers and rubbed over and back. She wanted to play but Maura had that look in her eye that said

"Fuck Me" – just as Jane thought it Maura said it out loud.

Jane wanted to do exactly as Maura required, not just tonight but always. She never wanted to see that concerned or scared look on Maura's face again unless it was in one of her socially inept moments. And only then when she was there to save her and explain. No one would ever laugh at her wife, belittle her wife, demean her wife. 'Wife' the word swirled around in her head as her fingers found wet folds, legs lolling open inviting her in. She placed a gentle kiss on Maura's tummy no longer needing to seek permission to slip inside Maura, as she'd told her before. But nonetheless wanting to give her slight warning. They'd develop the tummy kiss as that warning.

Jane plunged two fingers in slipping in easily setting a steady fast rhythm. She lay her head on Maura's stomach again and felt fingers in her hair, scratching her scalp gently, encouraging her to keep up her pace.

"Jane, baby, I need more… please more… ah"
Jane slipped a third finger in with little resistance and smiled as Maura's tummy tensed against her head and her hips rose being held in place by Jane's head. Jane planted a gentle kiss on her lower abdomen as she set a new pace with three fingers.

Maura was thrashing about trying desperately to cum, she needed it badly and she needed it now. Jane knew what Maura's body movements meant by now but Maura still liked to voice her needs.

"Tongue, hon lick, liiickk me… please"

"Ok sshhh I got you baby"

Jane placed the tip of her tongue on Maura's clit swirling it around as Maura's hips rose off the bed to push against her.

"Uh, yes, yes Jane yes"
Jane kissed her way down to meet her fingers still buried in Maura's dripping core lapping up the escaping wetness, kissing back up to suck Maura's hard clit into her mouth again.

Maura screamed as she came hard, Jane's name repeated like a mantra as her muscles clasped around the fingers buried deep inside her. Her breathing was raspy as she felt Jane kiss her way back up her body, veering off occasionally to find a spot that Jane knew she loved to have kissed. They'd done body maps one night and found all of each other's weak points. Jane remembered every one and used them to make Maura jump or smile when she's least expecting it. In this case it was her hipbone and as Jane ran her tongue along it Maura shuddered almost coming again. Jane peppered random kissed here and there finally reaching Maura's lips, kissing her softly pulling back to look into those beautiful eyes that were just opening. She removed her fingers causing a long groan from the soft body underneath her.

"Hi"
"Hi" Maura smiled

"We're getting married"

Maura laughed as Jane repeated it again.

"Yes we are. You" she stopped to kiss Jane quickly "Jane Rizzoli are going to be my wife"

"Jane Rizzoli-Isles, has a lovely ring to it"
Maura swatted her gently on the arm "Isles-Rizzoli Maura laughed"

"We never did settle this did we?"
"How about Rizzles?"
"Rizzles" Maura repeated. "Hmm might work"
They settled side-by-side Jane stroking Maura's hair as she fell asleep dreaming about tomorrow and forever.

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A/N So I had to get the dresses in – it is Maura Isles after all. Sorry but much like Jane I'm not that knowledgeable about dresses. Please feel free to leave a review – as I've said before, if you liked, if you didn't, why, why not! It all helps. Going to get to a few Rolivia one shots now and I've to restart a Rizzles one I started last year – only a paragraph in so it'll be a while in the making – sorry! Thanks for all the reviews and follows and nice words, you're all very sweet.