I have to apologize for the delay, life and work totally got in the way. Ever been in a situation where you and one other person are left standing cause everyone else went away. That is my life with my job right now, so now having to deal with stupid people who are not as good as the ones that went away. Why can't some things just stay the way they were. Rizzoli and Isles, season one included in that statement.
Thank you for sticking with me. As always I do hope you…
Enjoy!
JiRL ch 20
All the traditional wedding functions had been fulfilled and now it was time to just relax and play. Jane's side were changing out of their tuxedos while Maura's side were changing out of their gowns.
The brides made the mistake of changing in the same room, well Maura made the mistake of getting naked in front of Jane.
Jane had unbuttoned her shirt after removing her Jacket and vest. Maura had turned around at that particular moment asking for assistance in lowering the zipper when she noticed it. She couldn't help but laugh.
"You did it, you actually did it." She giggled as she stepped closer to her wife. Splayed underneath her wedding shirt was her Boston Red Sox jersey. Just seeing her wife in her beloved jersey made her think of their earlier in the month conversation when they were discussing their wedding attire.
They had been sitting in their living room discussing their ideal wedding plans with Angela when Jane had said she wanted to wear her jersey at Fenway and get married over home plate. Maura instantly got the idea to have the home plate brought in so she could at least get her love half of her desires. She had asked Jane if she didn't get the jersey at Fenway what would she like to wear. She didn't really see her fiancé wanting to wear a dress but she would love it if she did.
Jane actually took her time in answering, the wheels were spinning and you could see her contemplating how she wanted to respond.
"Would you be upset if I said I really didn't want to wear a dress?" She asked Maura.
Not at all honey, I want you to wear what you want and will be comfortable with.
Jane smirked.
"And before you say it, the jersey will clash with my dress." She laughed as she cut her off at the pass.
Changing tactics. "Would you mind if I wore a suit?"
"May I make a suggestion and feel free to object." She paused as Jane nodded. "Would you be opposed to wearing a tuxedo?" She smiled.
"Ooo, you would like that?" She asked her, grinning as she saw her fiancé's eyes glass over at the thought, clearly Maura was liking this idea.
"I think you would be quite striking in a tuxedo and yes, I would indeed like that." She licked her lips.
Just the thought of Jane in a tuxedo was turning Maura on and it was becoming evident that was the case.
"But I do have a specific tuxedo in mind and before you object, here me out. If you like the idea, I want to take you for a fitting and if you do in fact like it, I want to buy it for you and please don't object."
"Maura, you don't have to buy my tuxedo, I can do that." She wasn't being difficult.
"Honey, please let me do this for you. I have the perfect designer in mind and quite frankly, I imagined you wearing this from the moment we met." She bit her lip.
Angela decided to leave soon after this conversation concluded. She could tell she was the third wheel all of a sudden.
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They were at the Armani tailor getting Jane fitted for her designer tuxedo.
She was standing on the pedestal getting all the proper measurements while they were discussing more of their wedding plans.
Jane had casually mentioned that she was going to wear her Red Sox jersey under her suit.
Her fiancé giggled, thinking she was joking.
Jane then asked the seamstress if a jersey would be able to fit underneath and Maura scoffed.
"Jane, you are not seriously going to alter the immaculate fit of an Armani tuxedo to accommodate your jersey." She laughed her cute little laugh as she smiled.
"I'm sure we could make the alterations if that's what you truly wish." The tailor commented, not really caring one way or another. She got paid regardless.
It was that conversation that Jane had to ban Maura from the changing rooms for trying to sexually attack her.
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Maura ran both of her hands over the beautifully tailored crisp button up shirt. Inserting her fore fingers into each side, she pushed the shirt backwards off the brunette's shoulders. She caught the garment and folded it across her own forearm, leaving her bride in just her jersey and tuxedo pants.
"My, my…you do look delicious in this, maybe later tonight you will put this back on for me." She licked her bottom lip.
"Anything you want, my love." She almost growled as her hands gripped the blonde's waist.
"How about you unzip me, so we can change and get back to the party." She flirted with her, as she placed Jane's shirt across the back of the chair.
"Anything you want." She repeated.
Maura turned slowly, offering her back to her wife. Jane happily offered her assistance.
Jane's tongue moistened her own bottom lip as her fingers caressed bare skin, where Maura's bra strap should have been. Her fingers slowly trailed from her shoulders, across her back and down her spine. Gripping the tab on the zipper, she gently trailed her fingertips down Maura's warm soft skin as the zipper descended lower. When she reached the top of a white thong, the tongue disappeared back into her own mouth as she bit her bottom lip, harder that she normally would have.
Maura cut off the seductive dance Jane was performing. "Will you help me, it needs to be lifted so I can pull it over my head?"
"Absolutely!" She grinned the sexiest smile Maura couldn't see.
She bunched the bottom up and helped lift it. As Maura climbed out from under it, Jane stood motionless. Her wife was standing with her back to her, wearing nothing but the white lacy thong.
She loved everything about her Doctor but her silhouette was definitely in the top four, along with her brain, her heart and her face.
The blonde turned around to take the dress from her wife. Jane's jaw dropped and her eyes fixated on the beautiful breasts that were staring back at her in all their glory.
"I love how enamored you are with my chest." Maura giggled.
"I am enamored with all of you." She smiled her special smile that was a only meant for her blonde.
"As I, you." She returned her own special smile.
"But seriously, the Rack of God is utter perfection." She raised her eyebrows as she nodded her head.
"The rack of what? What are you talking about?" She asked perplexed.
"Okay, don't get mad." She suddenly had a very childlike guilty look about her.
Maura just gave her a look that said 'Oh, this should be good.'
"The Rack of God is kinda what I call your breasts." She squinted her facial features as she made a please don't be upset with me face.
"And who exactly do you call this nickname to?" She inquired with no hint of showing she was neither pleased nor upset.
"Just Frost." She spoke softly afraid they were about to have their first fight and during their wedding of all places. "Frankie…Tommy." She was getting more and more nervous just watching Maura, watch her. "I only did it once and I swear it's meant to be the highest compliment. I love your breasts."
Maura didn't speak for a few seconds. She just continued to watch her, as Jane waited patiently for the verbal lashing. Then finally she moved. She smiled, shook her head in an amused manner, turned and headed towards the closet.
"That's actually pretty good and extremely flattering." You could hear the smile in her tone. She knew Jane meant no disrespect nor betrayal of their relationship. And if she were being honest with herself, she thought it was genuinely funny and she decided she liked it.
Jane had released the breath she had been holding, relieved that the love of her life wasn't upset with her. God how she wanted her wife and she wanted her now.
As Maura walked into the closet to place the gown back on the puffy satin hanger it came on, Jane sauntered up behind her bride.
Having her back to her wife, gave Jane the perfect opportunity to place her warm supple lips on her brides radiantly soft shoulder, then slowly kiss her in one inch increments across her skin until she got to her ear. She was tickling the minute hairs along the creamy smooth alabaster skin.
Maura shuddered.
"Jane, what are you doing?" She teasingly scolded.
"Nothing." She said innocently enough as she rested her palms on her lover's almost bare waist. Pulling Maura backwards to mimic Jane's front, she took her ear into mouth and sucked semi-hard.
Maura moaned. "Jane we really should get back to the party."
"We will." Was all she said, as her right hand swapped a hip for a jawline. Turning Maura face to her, she captured rose colored lips in her between own. Maura quickly allowed Jane's tongue access. She groaned as Jane's tongue penetrated the threshold of her mouth while her left hand slid around her front and slipped between fabric and skin. Grazing her center, Maura's body flinched with a spasm when pressure was applied to her clit.
"Oh God, that feels amazing. We should not be doing this right now. We are supposed to be at our wedding reception." She managed to speak in between kisses, as her body spasmed again when pressure was applied to the sensitive nub.
"They can wait…I however can not." She mumbled into her mouth. "And judging by how wet you are, neither can you, we'll be quick, I promise." She grinned as her tongue delved deeper.
She broke the kiss, spun Maura around, lifted her body and set her on the built in shelf with a mirror inset. Maura used this mirror for getting ready, Jane was about to use this mirror for watching her bride get fucked.
Maura wrapped her legs around tightly her bride's waist and and her arms around her neck, holding her impossible close, as she kissed her neck sporadically.
Jane's hand glided back in between silky legs.
"Well considering the love of my life is caressing me in an exceptionally provocative way should scream volumes as to what exactly you do to me. Would it be completely inappropriate of me to ask my bride to fuck me so hard right now?" Maura asked in between kisses.
"Uh…no. And for the record, you never need to ask for me to make love to you. That is a task I will always be more than willing to assist with." She replied in between more kisses. She always gets so turned on when her blonde talks dirty.
Maura broke the kiss. "Just don't mess up my hair though, we don't have enough time to fix it. I don't want to reemerge at the party with the 'just had sex' look."
Jane laughed as she bypassed the thin wet fabric that barely covered her brides most private area. Her tongue went deeper as she buried two fingers into the warm sensitive center. Mumbling into her mouth. "Deal! Then don't mess mine up either."
"Agreed!" She laughed as Jane increased her speed causing Maura to moan.
The End!
Thank you for staying with me. I hope you enjoyed this one. I love hearing your thoughts. See you on the next ride.
Also the Olympics are starting tonight. I love the Olympics and am glued to the TV every minute I can spare. I am in complete awe of their talent and dedication. No matter what country you are from, good luck to your team and your country.