Another Prompt from sashaalexanderisalesbianatheart/Miss Toastie: I'ma need you to write a Rizzles sexting fic. Where it starts off as a joke but becomes very serious. Kay? Kay.

Ok. I might have gotten a little sidetracked. Maybe? I dunno. You be the judge.

Four for you if you spot the movie reference. (Not telling you which movie!)

After trying to fall asleep for the past hour, Jane groaned and rolled over again, this time toward her nightstand. With her left arm, she fumbled for her phone and long fingers wrapped around it tightly as she simultaneously rolled onto her back with a sigh.

It was only 11pm. She'd been hoping for a good night's rest before having to be at the station at 7am, when the crime lab was expecting test results to be in.

That was shot now.

Sighing, she closed one eye and squinted in the darkness as she tapped a button on her phone and the illumination blinded. Knowing that Maura left the morgue late, there was a high likelihood that she was still awake. Jane quickly tapped out a message.

I can't sleep. Entertain me until I do.

The phone dropped gently to her stomach. Minutes later, however, it vibrated, shocking Jane out of her staring at the ceiling.

Why is it my job to entertain you? You're 38 years old, Jane. Surely by now you've learned how to self-entertain.

Jane scrunched up her nose at the Maura-like response. Please? she texted back. It's always better when you do it.

Fine.

I read an intriguing article today about a new phenomenon occurring among teenagers and young adults ages 13-26.

The resulting eyebrow raise was automatic. ?

It's called "sexting." Have you ever heard of it?

Laughter bubbled up inside Jane's chest, quickly pushing its way out. She couldn't help but text her amusement. Hahahahahahahaha

Jane, why are you laughing at me? I thought the article was very interesting!

Sorry. Just wasn't what I expected, that's all.

A fleeting thought went through Jane's mind about sending a text saying that clearly Maura had never sent nor received a sext.

And apparently Maura had a similar thought because Jane's phone buzzed again. Have you ever engaged in sexting? I certainly haven't.

The laughter still couldn't be helped. Have I ever sent a dirty pic? Nope. But yeah, I might have sent a naughty text or two before. Maybe.

I'm not entirely sure what qualifies as a sext, though, aside from a suggestive or nude photo. Are texts explicit, or merely meant to be suggestive?

Um, I guess the guideline I've always thought is, if you'd be embarrassed for your mom to see it, it's a sext. Jane couldn't even believe this conversation was happening.

I'm not really sure that helps. My mother and I are very comfortable discussing sex in general, only occasionally specific to our own lives.

Immediately Jane cringed at the thought of having that type of relationship with her own mother. Ok, well, if you'd be embarrassed to show it to MY mother.

Several minutes later and there was still no reply. Jane's stomach turned. Oh, god. Seriously, Maur? You talk about sex with Ma, too? WTH!

WTH?

Stands for what the hell. Jane pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.

Just because YOU are uncomfortable talking about sex doesn't mean your mother is. You certainly didn't get your prudishness from her.

1) That's gross, Maur. 2) No, seriously that's gross. 3) I AM NOT A PRUDE!

Prove it. ;-)

Jane's eyes went wide. Was Maura daring her to sext her? Was that seriously what she meant by asking her to prove it?

You are not daring me to do what I think you are, are you?

As I am not telepathic, I have no idea of knowing what you're thinking. Suggesting that you prove you aren't a prude can be interpreted any number of ways.

Several minutes passed with Jane thinking about possible replies, but nothing seemed exactly right. Finally she sighed and started texting.

If I were your lover, I would sneak into your bathroom while you were showering. I'd strip down and slide in behind you, wrapping my arms around your waist. Feel your hot, wet back against my cool skin. Slide one hand to cup a full breast, one hand between your legs. I'd ravish you right there against the shower wall.

The brunette's thumb hesitated for a few moments over the send button. As soon as she tapped it, she began another text.

There's your first ever sext from yours truly. Now you can't ever say I'm a prude again. And if you ever tell anyone I sent you a fake sext, I'll never talk to you again. :-P

Maura's reply was instantaneous. Wow…I am truly speechless right now.

That atrocious for your genius brain, huh? Sorry for killing a few brain cells…

I think I now understand the point of sexting. That was very…energizing, in fact. No dead brain cells in the slightest.

Jane groaned. She felt like an idiot for even bothering to send that text, even if it was to try and prove a point. It seemed insane while typing it out, and yet still she had pressed send. Now she had Maura saying that she'd been turned on by the damn thing.

Yeah, well that's the point of it, I guess. Goodnight, Maur. Thanks for entertaining. See you in the morning? Bring Boston Joe's if you can.

No, wait! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have phrased that text the way that I did. In hindsight, I realize it was very forward.

And awkward, Jane quickly replied. Um, I just…

Just what?

Don't know how I feel about you being turned on by a fake sext from me. I was just providing an example, I guess?

So you didn't mean any of it? You wouldn't do that if you were my lover?

Hypothetically speaking, absolutely in the abstract, if I were your lover, wouldn't I? That's what lovers do…

Yes, it is. Though I must say I've only ever been on the giving end of that scenario.

Jane growled in frustration. Maura!

What?

TMI.

Jane realized she wasn't sure if Maura knew what TMI so she texted again to clarify. (Too much info.)

Prude.

Gritting her teeth, Jane shook her head at her phone in frustration. I am NOT!

What else do you do with lovers, then? Tell me.

I hate you.

You do not hate me. You love me because I provide you access to superior coffee choices, among many other things.

:-P Jane couldn't help but text back. Her stomach fluttered at her best friend's words. "You love me." Maura obviously had no idea. Or maybe she did. Jane wasn't so sure anymore, but she had no indication from Maura that she was attracted to women.

I am still not convinced that you are not a prude.

Jane bit her lip, unsure what to say next. Finally she typed her reply. You just want me to sext you some more.

Reading erotica is a very popular pastime, Jane, particularly among women. Why do you think romance novels are so popular?

Do YOU read romance novels, Maura? Is that your guilty pleasure? Do you like to read about Reginald's quivering member?

I may or may not indulge from time to time. The last novel I read was called "And Playing the Role of Herself" by K. E. Lane.

Curious, Jane googled the book and when the results displayed, her eyes went wide. "Shit!" she cursed out loud to herself. Um, Maur? Is there something you want to tell me?

The only response was a vague question mark.

…..that's a lesbian novel.

Yes, I am fully aware, as I've read it.

But you're not a lesbian! Panic began to stir in Jane's chest.

No, I personally identify as bisexual, though I find myself more attracted to women than men.

Suddenly the panic morphed into anger. And this is how you tell me? After I send you a joking sext, you inform me, YOUR BEST FRIEND, that you're bisexual?!

I don't share every single detail of my sex life with you, Jane. Not that you'd listen anyway, remember? You hate discussing sex in any form.

Five years of friendship flashed before her very eyes and the now glaringly obvious conclusion hit Jane like a ton of bricks. Maura flirted with her. Constantly. And Jane flirted back, equally as much, though she believed the whole situation to be one-sided.

Oh god, Maur. I'm an idiot. What the hell is wrong with me? I AM a detective and I'm just now figuring the whole thing out.

And what "thing" would that be?

You flirt with me all the time! I flirt back. I thought…I dunno. I just thought you were being affectionate.

Why do you flirt back?

"Because I want you," Jane whispered to the darkness of her bedroom. She typed out several replies, but erased every single one. Nothing seemed like a good response.

Jane?

Well why do you flirt in the first place?

I asked you first!

Well…maybe I want to be able to sneak in your shower and press myself up against you and kiss down your neck and shoulder and touch you. Maybe that's what I want.

Sucking in a breath, Jane held it, waiting for Maura's text.

Maybe that's what I want too, Jane.

Then another.

Maybe I want you to push me against that shower wall and make me feel so good that I forget every single lover I've ever had but you.

A harsh breath released itself. Jane looked at the time on her phone and cursed. A little after midnight and she was wider awake than ever, but she couldn't stop the conversation now. Not after they'd both finally confessed their desire for each other.

Maur…

Then I want to push you against that same wall, sink to my knees, and bring you to orgasm with my mouth.

Oh god, Maura. This time Jane was definitely turned on. Right now she wanted nothing more than to slip her fingers underneath the elastic of her underwear and touch herself, all while thinking about Maura naked in the shower. Touching Maura. Letting Maura touch her.

I want you, Jane. I've wanted you for a very long time.

Come over right now. Don't care if I need to be at the station at 7am.

But it's important to get a good night's rest.

Need you more than I need sleep right now.

Are you sure?

Maura, get your sexy self over here ASAP.

In the car now. See you in about 15 minutes.

Let yourself in. I'll be ready for you in the shower. ;-)

Posted this as a separate fic from the "tumblr mélange" group of prompts because there's a chance I might write another chapter. Maybe.