A/N: This is just a sweet, fluffy little songfic that popped into my head when the song Lucky Love came up on my Pandora 90s station. The song, if you don't know it, is Lucky Love by Ace of Base. It's one of my guilty pleasures. The song is copyright Ace of Base and Arista records (I think- my point is, I don't own the copyright and I'm not profiting from this). Rizzoli and Isles is also copyright their respective copyright holders, and once again, I'm not profiting from this.

I didn't think this needed to be said, but now I'm forced to add this to all of my stories:

This work of fiction belongs to me, sociallyawkwardpenguin. The Rizzoli and Isles characters belong to TNT. However this story, and all original characters, belong to me. Absolutely no reposting of this story is permitted (including translations of this story) without my express written permission. If you see this story posted in any other forum besides Archive of our Own or FanFiction, please notify me via private message immediately.

Jane prances around her apartment in a tank top and a pair of boyshorts, the vacuum cleaner nearly drowning out the already blaring sound of the music pumping through her headphones. Jo Friday, wary of the vacuum, has grown even more trepidacious of Jane as she bounces and swirls, lost in the sound of the music she's listening to. She creeps under the couch, with just her tiny doggy nose poking out, to let Jane know she is there, and not to suck her up in that awful, loud machine.

Jane's listening to her guilty pleasure, the music she'd never admit to enjoying. She even makes fun of herself for listening to it, but she loves it, and she's in such a fantastic mood that it just seems fitting to listen to it now.

Lucky love belongs in teenage heaven

I know

I know 'cause I've been there with you tonight.

She flashes back to the night before when, sitting on Maura's couch, Maura turned to her and kissed her. Kissed her! It was the moment she'd waited so long for. It was so sweet and tender and so full of promises...

It was everything she hoped it would be, and so much more. It happened when she least expected it, though their conversation had been heading there all along.

"Why do you even try to get him to call you anymore?" Maur asked, clearly disappointed that Jane had left Casey yet another voicemail.

"I dunno, I just..." How could she tell Maura that she chased after Casey because she was too afraid to chase after Maura?

"You deserve better."

"Maura, I-"

"Jane, did you ever think about what it would be like if we went out?"

"As more than friends?" Jane asked, her voice taking on a slightly panicked squeak.

"Yes." Maura said firmly.

Jane sucked in her breath. Her reaction was enough to answer Maura's question, but she answered her anyway. "All the damn time."

Maura looked over at her. Took Jane's hand in her own and gave it a squeeze. "Me too, Jane."

"Really?"

"All the damn time."

"Did you just say damn?"

"Shut up and kiss me, Jane."

But it was Maura that leaned in and kissed Jane. She just kissed back. And kissed back some more. They made out like teenagers for hours. It was like teenage heaven, thus the song of Jane's choosing as she danced around her apartment.

She sighed and hit repeat on the song, letting it loop like the scene with Maura that she replays in her head.

Jane sings along, her raspy voice lending a smoky hint to what is usually a campy, bright tune. She swings the vacuum outward, using the hose attachment as a microphone.

I believe life could be paradise for us, once again

And the love we thought we lost is sleeping within

Close your eyes

It's something for you

Jane pulls the vacuum back, then pushes it outward again as the next verse starts. She sings louder, because this is really her favorite part.

Lucky love, Lucky looooove

Lucky love belongs in teenage heaven

Woooooo-oh yeah!

Her deep, whiskey-soaked voice does the last line justice, and she wiggles along to the rest of the tune in an embarrassing mix of dance and house cleaning.

We are young and we are old

We've fallen like leaves

And your heart's so full of soul

It makes me believe,

Once again, it's something for you

She stops suddenly when Jo Friday barks from under the couch and looks up, vacuum still running and the music still pounding in her ears.

Maura is standing in the doorway, doubled over with laughter.

Jane yanks the headphones out of her ears and yelps over the vacuum. "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE?"

"Long enough." Maura says between peals of laughter.

Jane drops the hose attachment and it catches on her tank top, causing the vacuum to screech because it's not sucking in enough air. Jo Friday backs further underneath the couch and Maura finally gets enough control over herself to walk over to Jane and flick off the vacuum for her.

"Ace of Base, Jane? Really?"

Jane turns a bright shade of red and dips her face, so that it's hidden in Maura's hair. "I really like that song." She whispers.

"I really like you." Maura says, as she lifts Jane's chin to look up at her. She places a soft kiss on Jane's lips.

"Mmm." Jane mumbles against Maura's mouth. "I really like you, too."

A/N: The song can be viewed by going to YouTube and plugging 5uEyDmdQlM8 into the search box. Go listen. It'll be stuck in your head for DAYS. ;)