A/N: A short Rizzles fic, based on the prompt "Jane and Maura showing off their 'mad ballet skills'" for fostergirl147 on tumblr.
"Really?"
Jane's expression said it all, but Maura was determined. One hand placed on her hip she flicked her hair over her shoulder and held out the skirt.
"Yes, really. If Barry got to see it, then I want to see it too."
Jane stared at her disbelievingly for a moment before she rolled her eyes. Pushing away from the counter Jane snatched the tutu out of Maura's hands and, grumbling, made her way to the bathroom to put it on.
A few moments later she emerged, a blush on her cheeks and the pink skirt sticking out around her waist.
"There. I'm in it. Can I get out of it now?" Jane asked, already knowing the answer. She snorted at Maura's reproachful look.
"No! I want to see what you showed Barry, I'm simply stunned that you ever studied the art of ballet." Maura protested.
"It's hardly an art, and I didn't study it. I just… took a few lessons. Ma made me!" Jane defended herself at Maura's look of amusement, "But fine, whatever. I'll show you the damn ballet."
Jane sighed, executing a pirouette like she had shown Frost.
"There. Done. Happy now?" Jane asked exasperatedly.
"No. Your form is terrible!" Maura exclaimed, running a critical eye over Jane. "Here, let me show you."
She removed her shoes before taking a deep breath and mimicking Jane's previous movement. Once, twice- Jane caught her just as she tumbled forward with a shriek of surprise.
"Uh-huh, my form is terrible?" she said with an affectionate smile as she pressed her lips gently to Maura's.
"Oh, shush!" Maura replied with a happy smile before she re-joined their lips.