Title: Light Up, Light Up (As If You Have A Choice)
Word Count: 1500
Disclaimer: I own nothing, etc etc.
Rating: NC17. You've been warned!
PART ONE
Chief Pope ran his hand wearily over his face. It had been a long day, and an even longer week. All he wanted was to go home to enjoy a cold beer in the sanctuary of his own living room. That wasn't too much to ask, was it? Instead, he was forced to once again play peacekeeper as Deputy Chief Johnson and Captain Raydor duelled it out in front of his desk.
"My murder investigation clearly takes priority over the Captain's investigation. I will not allow her to jeopardise this case with an FID witch hunt –"
"Witch hunt?" Captain Raydor took a quick step in the Chief's direction, her mouth set in a thin, hard line beneath her glasses. "Detective Gabriel drew his gun on a civilian and I have a federal mandate to –"
"I would thank you not to interrupt me when I am speaking, Captain," Chief Johnson said darkly, her eyes flashing with anger as the two women turned to face each other, Chief Pope all but forgotten.
"Chief! Captain!" Chief Pope stood as they turned back to him, Captain Raydor standing immediately to attention. "You will share this case. The mayor has been looking to promote cross-unit ties. You will both cooperate fully, do you understand?" Seeing Brenda open her mouth he snapped, "That is an order, Chief."
Brenda followed Captain Raydor out of Pope's office and into the elevator in furious silence. That woman! That awful woman! Brenda felt her blood boil under her skin as she fought to keep her hands from clenching into hard, angry fists. She shot a look at Captain Raydor, eyes narrowed. Work with her? They could barely look at each other without arguing! She sighed to herself. This would be a long case.
Captain Raydor heard the blonde sigh beside her in the empty elevator, watching from the corner of her eye as the Chief's shoulders dropped. She had not meant to get quite so angry with her. But every time the Chief interrupted her to drawl a slow insult in that southern voice of hers, Sharon felt an answering clench of white hot fury in her chest.
Sweeping out of the elevator without a backward glance, the Captain walked briskly to her office, taking comfort in the commanding click of her heels echoing off the walls. She would not allow the Chief to get under her skin.
Four days later Captain Raydor found herself in what was alarmingly becoming a familiar position: leaning against the Chief's desk as she read files over the seated Chief's shoulder. Although Sharon hated to admit it, this case had given her a grudging amount of respect for the woman. Well, if she was honest with herself, it may be more than just respect that she felt for the blonde woman. It was a sweet torture to be forced to spend practically every minute with her, alternating between blind fury and her hunger to touch the other woman. She knew she purposefully fought with the Chief, but she just couldn't stop herself when that indignant flush spread up that graceful neck. For during those arguments, Brenda was focused entirely on her, and the feeling was both thrilling and terrifying.
But here, alone with Brenda late at night in the empty department, Sharon was being driven crazy by her perfume, the twist of her lips ... but most of all by that voice. She forced her mind away from thoughts of how Brenda would sound moaning her name, realising too late that Brenda had asked her a question. Sharon flushed involuntarily, knowing that Brenda had caught her staring hungrily at her lips.
"I'm sorry, I must go, I –" Sharon broke off, before quickly turning away towards the door. She didn't expect the Chief to grasp at her wrist, and spin her around before she had a chance to react. Sharon stared wide-eyed at Brenda, unable to read the emotions that flitted over Brenda's face. The Chief pushed her slowly against the desk, pinning her there with just the promise of her body and that inscrutable expression, which made Sharon squirm in a dizzying mix of embarrassment and desire that left her clenching her hands against her own thighs in an effort not to touch the body pressed up against her.
Then she gasped into the Chief's mouth as it slanted over hers, unprepared for the slow burn of want that flared deep in her belly. Momentarily frozen under the soft pressure of Brenda's lips and body, Sharon kept her hands pressed tightly against her own thighs as Brenda licked into her open mouth in one long slow stroke. The feel of their tongues meeting for the first time shocked Sharon into a moan, as she tentatively ran her hands up the elegant line of her Chief's back. And in this moment, with Brenda lighting her body up with just the gentle touch of her mouth, Sharon was overcome by the longing to have Brenda, to brand her as her own. That need propelled her forward, pushing into Brenda with her hips and grasping at her back to hold her impossibly closer, as if she could transfer this feeling from her own body into the Chief's.
"Oh God, Chief," Sharon whimpered, sliding her hand up Brenda's blouse to brush against the underside of her breast and pulling a gasp from the blonde. The sound encouraged Sharon, as she slid her hand higher to cup her hand over soft lace-covered skin, rolling the rock-hard nipple against her palm.
Brenda swayed, unprepared for the sensations the Captain invoked in her with her touch. She smoothed her hands down Sharon's back to grasp at the firm globes of her ass and dug her nails in hard as she rocked her hips against her. Suddenly, they were desperately pulling at each other's clothing in a race to feel skin against skin. Brenda tugged Sharon's hands behind her back, holding her wrists tight as she slowly dragged her hand up a warm thigh to brush against damp panties. She watched with satisfaction as Sharon threw her head back, unable to control the tensing of her body at the delicious feeling. Brenda felt out of control. Since Fritz had left, she had been pining after the aggravating Captain, unashamedly filling her fantasies with thoughts of making the brunette lose control. As long as no one ever found out it wouldn't harm anyone she thought to herself, but with the last week she had been driven mad by the Captain's constant presence. She needed to make her come, to see her lose control.
Brenda roughly pulled down Sharon's panties, letting them float to the floor as she tugged Sharon down to straddle her lap on her office chair. Sharon opened her mouth to protest the rough treatment, but Brenda claimed her lips at the same time she rocked Sharon's body forward onto her fingers, muffling the woman's loud moan. Sharon immediately began moving against her, hips tight around Brenda's waist as she let her mouth drop open in silent pleasure. Brenda pushed faster into her, in awe of the feel of hot, silky flesh tightening around her fingers. She put her hips behind her thrusts, nibbling on Sharon's jaw as the woman clenched her hands hard against Brenda's back, sending a jolt of white-hot arousal to her core. The Chief knew that Sharon was close as her whole body shook, moaning little choked off noises as she began to lose control.
"I love the way that you feel," Brenda breathed into her ear, voice low and smoky and so unmistakeably sexy. "I can't wait to taste you."
That was enough to drive Sharon over the edge. She dug her nails into Brenda's shoulders, coming convulsively against Brenda's body, as she voiced her pleasure in the silence of the empty office.
"Oh. Oh ... yes, oh God ... Chief please ... oh oh Brenda!" She slumped against Brenda's shoulder, panting through open-mouth kisses on her neck as Brenda drew out her orgasm, leaving her trembling uncontrollably. Brenda pulled her close, adoring the feel of having this elegant powerful woman reduced to moans and choked whimpers because of her. But all too soon, Sharon stiffened, pulling away from Brenda and awkwardly getting to her feet.
"Well ... Chief." Sharon broke off, unsure of how to respond to the mind-blowing orgasm she'd just received.
Brenda had no reservations about what she wanted to happen next. She was taking Sharon home with her. They both had two days off and she planned to spend it making the woman come again and again against her fingers and against her mouth. She just had to convince Sharon of it. She stepped forward and ran a finger against the tempting curve of Sharon's lower lip.
"You can call me Brenda, Sharon," she whispered, before claiming her lips again. Tangling their fingers together, she picked up her tote bag and tugged Sharon insistently to the door, biting her lip when Sharon willingly followed, her eyes locked on Brenda's. Sharon flushed, breathless with the knowledge that she would be soon be making love to the aggravating, sexy blonde Chief in front of her, and followed her out the door.