A/N: It's been awhile but I felt the need to update. My little way of celebrating the return of my favorite ladies! As always I don't own a thing, I just like to get creative. Reviews are HAPPILY welcomed and thanks to any follows and favorites. I hope you enjoy the latest addition to my songfic collection. It's short and sweet.

Chapter Four.

Song: "God Made Woman" by Keith Urban

Detective Jane Rizzoli was trained to notice the small thing. The tiny details that made up the complete picture. For example, she noted how the aroma of a dinner devoured more than five hours ago still lingered in the air, how there wasn't one light on in the guest house, and how the dim light from inside the refrigerator highlighted the most beautiful face she had ever seen. The lean brunette settled against the door-jam as she quietly observed her girlfriend rummage for a late night snack.

Her dark eyes trailed from bare little toes up to creamy smooth thighs peeking out from beneath a borrowed, oversized Red Sox t-shirt. An overwhelming feeling of love settled in Jane's chest and a look of awe crossed her sharp features. Somehow, some way, at some point along the line she fell in love with her best friend. What was most amazing to the detective was that Dr. Maura Isles, the beautiful woman searching for a healthy snack at one in the morning was in love with her too.

[It never ceases to blow my mind. It does it to me every time. Standin' here lookin' at you, it makes me wonder what He was up to. Was He thinkin' 'bout me when He thought about you?]

Jane noticed those big beautiful eyes light up when they focused on their prize. A smirk spread across bruised, well kissed lips as she thought about all the times that look fell upon her.

[When God made woman.]

As Maura brought a plump, ripe strawberry to matching lips to take a bite Jane fought back a gasp. She had never met anyone so breathtaking, so alluring, graceful, and magnificent in her life. There were times when the tall, curt detective found herself with a pleasant ache inside when she thought about Maura. Thoughts of not just her beauty but also her innocence.

Trained eyes continued their quiet appraisal, taking in the slightly mussed caramel waves and the slight smear of eyeliner at the corner of her left eye.

[He must've been proud. Yeah, He must've been crying or laughing out loud. It must have felt like the first time gettin' kissed by the sun. When God made woman.]

When brown eyes moved passed the face they never grew tired of looking at, they followed the perfect lines created by a long neck and beautifully defined collarbone. Recent memories of perfectly white teeth nipping at that very collarbone flooded Jane's mind, causing her normally steady legs to go wobbly. She was sure she'd never get used to the idea of Maura being hers, but she was ready to spend the rest of her life trying...knowing she'd be ok with failing.

[It must have been the most beautiful day, lookin' down on all creation. He took a river that winds and turns,

took a fire that breathes and burns and put it all in place.]

When her gaze continued lower, to the delicious curves that even a worn t-shirt couldn't hide, her mouth suddenly went dry.

[In the most perfect way.]

"Work up an appetite?" Her raspy voice cut through the quiet kitchen, startling the petite woman in front of the refrigerator. It only took a moment for Maura to shake off the startle and resume her usual calm self.

"It seems as though I was too distracted during dinner to finish, and now I find myself quite starved." A delicate hand moved the refrigerator door to close it tightly as a perfectly shaped eyebrow arched at the detective, signaling that the brilliant doctor was no longer talking about food. Once the light from the appliance was gone, both women were only highlighted by the moonlight that filtered through the large windows in the room. "Nice robe, by the way." Strawberry stained lips smirked.

Jane looked down at the silk robe she had borrowed from the back of the bedroom door. Expensive silk and floral prints weren't her style, but it smelled of Maura and the material reminded her of equally soft skin. When she looked back up and pushed back her unruly dark curls she was met with hungry hazel eyes.

[When God made woman. He must've been proud. Yeah, he must've been crying or laughing out loud.]

"Let's go back to bed."

Neither woman knew who had suggested it first, but the race back to the bedroom was won by the usually triumphant Rizzoli, and she even made a mental note to retrieve her Red Sox t-shirt from the stairs before her mother found it in the morning.