As requested by @j-deering (Sorry it got out of order. Don’t know what happened.)
“You turned down Casey? Jane, why? I thought you loved him.”
“Maybe I did, maybe I do, but I’m not the marrying type. I don’t think I ever want to get married.”
“Maybe Casey just wasn’t the right person, but I don’t think you’ll never get married.”
“I won’t, Maur. It’s not right for me. I don’t think I’m equipped to handle marriage. Can we just drop it for now. I don’t want to think about it.
That conversation was nearly a year ago, Jane recalled. That was six months before she started dating Maura. She had meant every word of it at the time. She still did now, didn’t she? If that was true, then why had she just been thinking about it? She couldn’t really be thinking about marriage now. She cast a glance at Maura, who was reading a book at the other end of the couch. Jane smiled. She loved Maura so much. She wanted to spend her life with her.
There was that idea again. Marriage. Jane toyed with it a bit since it was in her head anyways. It didn’t sound so bad. Not much would change, only legally. They lived together already. They could start a family whether they were married or not, though being married might make that part a bit easier. Maura knew how she felt about marriage or at least how she had felt. She wasn’t yet sure if she felt differently about it now.
She had never asked Maura her opinion on the subject. She always assumed she’d be all for it. She pictured her planning a big, fancy wedding, saying elaborate vows that Jane would probably only understand half of. Jane laughed to herself, picturing it all. "Jane, are you okay over there?” Maura had looked her way, probably because Jane had laughed out loud.
“Yeah, Maur, I’m fine. I was just thinking.” Jane went quiet for a moment and Maura went back to her book. “Maur,” Jane interrupted after only a few seconds. “Do you ever think about marriage?”
That was a topic she hadn’t expected from Jane. She looked at her for a moment, trying to read her expression, but no luck. “Are you proposing?” She wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to say, but there it was. She had said it.
Jane looked shocked for a minute, and Maura feared she had just screwed everything up between them. Then Jane seemed to blink off the surprise and the next thing she knew Jane was down on one knee in front of her. “Yeah, I want to marry you, Dr. Isles, if you’ll let me.”
Maura’s grip on her book slipped and it fell on the floor, but neither of them made a move to pick it up. Her hands now free, Maura leaned down to Jane’s level, held Jane’s face in her hands and kissed her. When she pulled away, she gave her reply. “Permission granted, Detective Rizzoli.”
How about #3 for Rizzoli and Isles?^^ Think that would be adorable. Either in Maura kitchen or office. Food fight or something similar would be hilarious x3
“Come on, Maur, aren’t you done yet,” Jane whined, laying her head on Maura’s shoulder.
“Well, Jane, I’d be done much faster if you’d help,” Maura said matter of factly.
Jane pouted and let her arms slink around Maura’s waist. “You know I hate doing dishes.”
“Oh, and I must love the job?” Jane appreciated Maura’s use of sarcasm. She had taught her well.
Jane rolled her eyes and let go of Maura. “Fine, I’ll help.” Though she couldn’t see it, she knew Maura had a smug grin on her face.
They shared the space at the sink, but all Jane wanted to do is play with the bubbles. She took a handful and ran them up Maura’s arm, leaving a trail of suds in her wake. Maura turned to her and tilted her head giving her a look that said, “Really?”
Jane gave her an apologetic look back, though really she thought it had been fun. Then, as they went back to work, she got a surprise when Maura decided to splash her a little. Jane jumped back instinctively, then looked at Maura. She was grinning ear to ear. Oh yeah, Jane thought, I’ll show you.
Jane went back to the sink, picked up some bubbles and blew them in Maura’s direction. A bunch stuck in her hair and a couple landed on her nose. Maura shook her head, trying to get the bubbles off, but the ones in her hair still stuck. Maura then dipped her hands back into the water and pulled out more bubbles than Jane had. Before Jane could dodge them, Maura had wound up getting them all over part of her hair and her shirt.
Jane was ready to get even. A few drops of water fell off the end of her hair as she went between Maura and the sink, reaching for more bubbles. Armed with another large handful of soap bubbles, Jane advanced toward Maura. Maura backed up until she ran into the kitchen island. Now, she was trapped.
Maura hopped up so she was sitting on the counter, and Jane paused. What was Maura up to, she wondered. Her pause was long enough for Maura to reach out and grab her hand. The hand that was holding all of the bubbles. The bubbles squished and popped in between their hands as Maura laced their fingers together.
The laughter that had come with the soap bubble war had now quieted. As the last of the bubbles were popping, Maura and Jane never broke eye contact. Jane stood there, one hand holding Maura’s, the other resting on Maura’s knee. Almost in a trance, neither of them acknowledged the sound of Maura’s door opening. They may not have even heard it at all.
Only a few inches apart, their fixation was broken by the sound of a voice. One Jane quickly realized belonged to her mother. “Get a room, you guys.” Jane shot her a quick look. “Alright, I’m going. I’m going. Sorry.”
When she had gone, Maura let out a small giggle, then leaned in to kiss Jane. Her mother’s brief distraction soon left her head. All her attention went back to Maura. The last of the bubbles had disappeared by now, and had been replaced by sparks.