Pairing: Brenda/Sharon

A/N: All fics here are one-shots and will most likely stay one-shots.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Gymnophoria -The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you

At first she believed she had been imagining the feeling of having eyes on her every day. Sharon had been working closely with Chief Johnson and her division for over a week now. The captain understood she was still not trusted fully by the detectives, not one of them but no longer looked at as an outsider. They were trying to figure out why she was there, wanting to know if they could let their guards down around her completely. So she had associated the feeling of being watched with that.

But this was different. Alone with the chief in her office, she knew without a doubt who was looking at her. She could feel the blonde's gaze on her from across the room as she leaned against the round table in the office, her own eyes trying to stay focused on the words she was reading repeatedly as she tried to retain the information.

Once or twice Sharon had glanced up, shifting on her feet, and caught the other woman looking at her with one of those looks Sharon had been noticing for a few weeks now. Up until this moment, the captain hadn't been able to deduce much from what she had witnessed. It was painfully obvious now where the chief's mind was going, though. The desire in her eyes wasn't concealed, not even a little bit.

Work was incredibly slow these days – surprisingly – and it felt as if there was more waiting around for something than there was actual work to be done. Currently she was reading the witness statements she must have already read two dozen times, hoping to catch something that had previously been overlooked, something that could be useful. Once she started noticing that Brenda's eyes would occasionally land on her, concentrating had become more difficult

Sharon prided herself on her work ethic, but her mind had been bouncing from the statements in front of her to the snippets in her mind of devouring brown eyes raking over her. The captain could feel herself gradually warming, from either her own thoughts or the knowledge that Brenda was looking at her. They were waiting for Lieutenant Tao to finish going through a set of recordings they thought would help lead them to the one suspect they had, and Sharon was hoping he would be done soon so she could get to work and shake off everything she was feeling.

Standing upright, Sharon once again lifted her own gaze to find Brenda's on her. Brenda didn't look up into her eyes, though. She could feel her gaze like a physical touch, lingering on her torso, on the buttons of her shirt. She looked like she was deeply concentrating, her teeth worrying her bottom lip as she slowly moved from Sharon's stomach to her breasts. Sharon cursed her overactive imagination at that moment. It was the only thing she could blame for the way it felt as if Brenda was unbuttoning her shirt, wrapping her fingers around each small button and taking her time to undo them. Her abdominal muscles quivered; she could almost feel fingers sweeping across bare skin, warm to the touch, as Brenda pulled the shirt off of her.

The folder Sharon had been holding in her hand fell to the floor, breaking her from her thoughts. Self-consciously, she brushed her hands down her torso and then bent down to pick up the folder and its contents. She shook her head at herself, a small self-depreciating laugh leaving her lips. She needed to stop letting her mind get away from her like that – it usually didn't, but she had learned at an early age that when left with nothing to do, she could easily entertain herself with her own thoughts. This was not a time she appreciated that.

"It's been a long day," Sharon said to no one in particular as she took her seat at the round table.

Brenda hummed in agreement. Sharon made a point of not looking at her.

It wasn't until much later that Sharon could feel Brenda's eyes on her again. Lower this time, like a caress just below the hem of her skirt. No amount of practiced self-restraint could stop her from looking out the corner of her eye to watch Brenda watch her. The chief's finger was running along her own jaw, fingernail lightly grazing the skin each time she moved it. Sharon could feel that same sensation on her inner thigh, moving higher and higher. Brenda parted her lips – and damn, Sharon could almost feel the blonde's breath on her thighs as eager hands slid up them to find the button that released the skirt. It was written all over Brenda's face that that was what she wanted.

Sharon cleared her throat when the heat between her thighs became too much for her. She shifted in her seat. Brenda's lips formed a little smirk, her eyes finally meeting Sharon's. There was something like a dare in her eyes – a dare to say something, she assumed.

What was that? Sharon wanted to know, that little look Brenda had, that spark of confidence and smugness in her eyes. But just as she was about to ask, there was a knock on the door and it swung open.

"Got something!" Tao exclaimed, his glasses perched low on his nose.

"Be right there," the chief said, nodding towards him as she stood and turned to face Sharon. "Comin', Cap'n?"

"Right behind you," she answered, running her hands down her skirt to remove the wrinkles that were only there in her thoughts.

She took a moment to clear her mind before she left the office and joined the Major Crimes Division. Later, when it felt like someone's eyes were on her, she knew for sure that it was Brenda. There were things she still wanted to figure out, but for now she would say nothing.

It was her lips that curled into a smirk this time as she undid the top button of her shirt. If Brenda was going to continue to undress her with her eyes, she could at least help a little.