A/N: I am still working on an update for my other story (Open Your Heart), but I had this idea in my head, so I wanted to play with Rizzles smut for a little bit. I will update the other story soon, but my life has been crazy busy the last week and I've been fighting a huge migraine the last few days. Thus, all mistakes are mine and the fact that my brain isn't working properly right now. WARNING: Contains mature content, including some kinky stuff (at least kink according to the general population). So, read at your own discretion! Also, any and all statistics in this fic are entirely made up and in no way meant to be taken seriously. I just didn't want to have to actually research that stuff.

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"Mmmhh. Don't stop… please… Maura!" Jane was moaning at Maura's ministrations, writhing on the bed, almost overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling. Maura smirked, pleased with herself.

"I told you so." Maura said, teasing Jane a little bit more. She was slowly pushing one finger in, taking her time, really letting Jane feel the invasion.

"Please… I'm sorry! Just … more, please!"

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It had all begun one faithful evening, when Jane had come over for dinner. Maura was cooking and Jane wanted to feel like she was contributing, so she decided to empty the dishwasher that had just finished the cycle. When she opened the top drawer and saw the dark purple thing, she gasped.

"What the hell is that? And what is it doing in your dish washer?" Jane asked, dreading that the answer would confirm her horrible assumption.

"Oh, I believe the common term is butt plug. Sorry about that, I forgot it was in there. I didn't realize it would give you such a shock." Maura stopped stirring the sauce, picked up the toy and put it on the side table next to the staircase.

"What is it doing in your dishwasher?" Jane asked, still perplexed at what she had found in Maura's kitchen.

"I was sanitizing it. Don't worry, that was the second cycle in the washer. I just like to make sure it is really clean."

"But, but…" Jane sputtered, unsure how to continue the sentence. She stared at the dishwasher, a million thoughts running through her head all at once. She finally settled on one that was less embarrassing than asking her friend what exactly she had done with the toy.

"I didn't realize you were seeing someone." Jane said, a little hurt showing in her voice. She knew that Maura had no obligation to tell her about her dating life, but she still liked to be in the know anyways.

"I'm not seeing anyone, Jane. You know I would have told you if I was. What makes you think I am seeing someone?" Jane stared at Maura, her cheeks growing redder and redder by the minute.

"Then what were you doing with that thing? I mean, why would you use that?" Maura smiled at Jane's questions. She knew that the detective was reserved in the bedroom, prude and not very open to experimentation. But, she had asked, so Maura wasn't going to not answer her.

"I still have needs. Especially when I am not seeing anyone. You don't ever pleasure yourself?" Jane's eyes went wide at Maura's admission. She knew that Maura had no issues talking about sex, but that didn't mean that she wanted to know what exactly what Maura was doing.

"No! I mean, I guess… But not like that! I mean, why would you do that? Doesn't that hurt?" Maura rolled her eyes at Jane.

"You know, sometimes you can be such a prude. No, anal sex doesn't hurt, when done correctly." The doctor put emphasis on the words she knew would draw a reaction from Jane and watched as her friend squirmed.

"All you have to do is plenty of preparation, as in foreplay, and lube. It can be quite an enjoyable experience. I actually orgasm better on my own when anal stimulation is involved."

"Maura! You… Don't… I don't want to know what you do in the bedroom! Jeez! Can we please stop talking about this. I'm going to lose my appetite!" Jane turned, unable to look at her friend. Her cheeks were burning red and her breathing shallow. She felt strangely aroused, even as she was turned off by Maura's admission that she liked anal sex. Jane started putting the clean dishes away, trying to busy herself and push all thoughts of their conversation from her mind.

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"Will you please stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Looking at me like that. Ever since you found my b-"

"Maur! Sshh! Don't say it. Not here." Jane looked around to make sure nobody had listened to their conversation. The Dirty Robber was busy as usual on a Thursday night. Mostly filled with cops Jane knew, she had no interest in having a conversation about Maura's sexual preferences there. They were sitting at their usual table, Jane nursing a beer and Maura drinking a glass of wine. Jane had tried really hard to forget what she had seen, but when she was alone with Maura, she just couldn't help herself. In a moment of weakness, she had even imagined Maura with the toy and now that image was burned into her retina no matter how hard she tried to shake it.

"Well, where would you like to talk about this? I don't understand why you are acting so strangely, it is normal for people to enjoy various activities in the bedroom and I do not appreciate you judging me for my preferences." Maura turned her head, unwilling to look at her friend. She was used to people talking badly behind her back or even openly in front of her, but she had expected more from her best friend.

"It's not that, okay? I promise." Jane reached out with one hand, touching Maura's hand. She willed the doctor to look at her. "I promise, I'm not judging you."

"Yes, you are. Don't lie."

"Okay, maybe I am. But I'm sorry about it, I shouldn't be judging you. I just don't understand, that's all. Okay? I don't think any less of you because of that, okay?" Jane squeezed her friend's hand, hoping that the honey-blond woman would forgive her.

"Okay. I don't understand what confuses you though. If I find it pleasurable, why should I not enjoy myself?" Maura asked, hurt showing in her voice. She didn't think that using a butt plug was all that unusual, as her research had showed her that a good 10 percent of all straight couples enjoyed anal sex on a regular basis.

"I guess that is what I don't understand. I don't know how it can give you pleasure." Jane's cheeks were turning red again, she could feel them getting hotter. She was not prepared to have this conversation, but she knew that for Maura's sake, she should at least try and understand. Maura contemplated Jane's question, not sure how to explain to the detective why she enjoyed using that particular toy. She decided to go for the scientific approach, her preferred method of explaining difficult concepts to her friend.

"There are thousands of bundles of nerves situated in the-" Jane cut her off again, for the second time in a row.

"Maur! I don't want a scientific explanation. You know what, it's alright. I don't need to know. All I need to know is that you are happy and healthy and that your, ah, needs are being met." Jane said, staring at her beer as though it was the most fascinating bottle of beer she had ever seen.

"Maybe you should try it sometime. You might find it quite stimulating as well." Maura said, unhappy that Jane wasn't even willing to listen to her explanation.

"Not going to happen…" Jane answered, her cheeks still burning. She needed this conversation to be over, stat. She couldn't handle much more, especially when her mind was playing tricks on her and made her imagine Maura with that toy again.

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The following weekend Maura had a date with a handsome doctor, so Jane wasn't expecting to see her friend at all. When Maura knocked on Jane's door shortly before 9 pm, she was more than surprised.

"Date didn't go well?"

"It did, actually. But he got called into the hospital, unfortunately. He is very handsome and he has a great build. I would have taken him home if our date hadn't gotten cut short." Jane covered her ears with her hands.

"Maur! I don't need to know that stuff."

"I'm sorry, usually you want to know when I am dating someone."

"Yes, dating. I don't need to know when you sleep with them, though!" Maura grinned at Jane, a thought crossing her mind that she found amusing.

"Jealous?" Jane stared at Maura with a shocked face.

"What? No! No. I'm not jealous, I just don't need to know what you do in the bedroom, alright." Maura grinned, happy she had managed to fluster the usually cool and collected detective.

"Alright." She raised her hands to show that she believed Jane. "What are you watching?"

"Baseball" Jane answered, pointing at the TV that was on mute. "I recorded it, but now that Frankie already told me who won, it isn't as entertaining anymore."

The two women watched as the pitcher hit the ball and started to run. Maura settled onto the couch, her body still humming from the anticipation she had felt during her date. She had looked forward to some release and was disappointed that her date had been forced to leave early. Jane, on the other hand, tried to ignore the signals her body was sending. She hadn't had sex in longer than she cared to remember and lately, couldn't even bring herself to a quick orgasm in her own bed. Pictures of Maura were tormenting her and she refused to touch herself thinking about her best friend. Her body and mind were fighting a battle against her conscience and Jane was growing more and more frustrated.

"Okay, so here's the thing. I get that some women do that because their boyfriends want them to. I just don't know why you would do that by yourself." Maura sighed, tired of talking about this topic yet again. In her opinion, she had already more than explained herself, or at least as much as Jane would allow. She wasn't sure why Jane was so hung up on this topic and realized, in that moment, what it was. Jane wanted to know how it felt, and there was no way of knowing that without trying it.

"I've already told you, using a butt plug makes me orgasm more easily on my own. I just enjoy the feeling. If you really don't understand, maybe you should just try it yourself and stop pestering me about it." Jane pulled her face into a grimace, trying to hide her blushing cheeks.

"No thank you. No need for that."

"You know what? I think there is need for that." Maura stared at Jane with determination. "Come here."

"Why?" Jane eyed Maura, uncertain of what the doctor had in mind, but equally unwilling to find out.

"You want to know why I enjoy anal sex. I will show you and then you can stop wondering about it and go back to being my best friend again." Maura said matter-of-factly.

"What? No. No, Maura. You can't show me that, you're my best friend. Best friends don't do that." Jane kept shaking her head, as though to convince herself that she couldn't, wouldn't allow Maura to show her anything even remotely sexual.

"Jane" Maura said, taking her friend's hands in her own. "You haven't been treating me like your best friend lately. You squirm when I'm around and you keep looking at me like you can't decide whether to be disgusted by me or whether you should jump me. I want my best friend back and I am willing to do whatever it takes." Maura finished quietly, eyes brimming with tears she willed herself to not let fall.

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A/N: As always, reviews are appreciated! I'd love to hear what you guys think so far, if you like it, if you want Jane to give in or not. Will Jane and Maura finally end up having sex? I have a few ideas on what I want to happen, but I haven't decided on anything yet. Who knows, maybe the very first paragraph was just a fantasy, rather than reality. Let me know what you want in your feedback