So here's the story...I found this story on a flash drive recently and I knew it was very much unfinished. So I started working on it and thought I could publish it and maybe it would encourage me to keep writing or start again. That's when I realized I had already published part of it...with so many errors. Ugh. So anyway, I edited it and added and started working on it again so I'm re-publishing it as a REDUX. So if you've already read it then I apologize and maybe stick around. I'll need all the pushing I can get. :)
As usual, I don't own anything but the words in the order in which they were typed. Oh yes, and all errors are all mine!
It has been a long day already and it's only 2pm. This case will not go away and they are all fed up with it. Sharon's head is throbbing. Too much caffeine or not enough; who knows. She'd really like a glass of wine or 4. But duty calls.
Buzz! Would you please stop coughing?! Sharon rolls her eyes as Lt. Provenza again berates Buzz over his incessant coughing. But, she would admit, it has been rather annoying. But at the same time, poor Buzz is miserable. He hasn't had time to go to a doctor because of this case so Sharon asked Dr. Morales to come up and take some blood at least to make sure Buzz was okay to continue working, although she's not sure what they would do without him. It's all hands on deck for this one.
Sharon turns to retreat to the comfort and quiet of her office when, out of the corner of her eye, she sees a certain blonde saunter into the bullpen and approach Detective Sanchez about the warrant he had requested. Sharon's forward progress stops immediately and she turns around trying to pretend like she needs to hear their conversation.
She is the captain after all.
A familiar ache silently builds in the pit of her stomach. She moves a little closer but not too much. But really she just wants to stand close to her, hear her voice, smell her perfume, feel her body heat.
DDA Andrea Hobbs and Captain Sharon Raydor have been having an illicit affair for several months now. It's been years since Sharon's needed anything like this but the stress of taking over this job needed to be trumped by good, frequent sex. And it's really good. And it used to be really frequent.
But because of this case they haven't had a chance to be together in a few weeks so they've been relegated to secret yearning glances and haste touches that they both have to disguise in front of the team.
Andrea is better at hiding it than Sharon. Because of their usual animosity towards each other, the team still believes they basically hate each other's guts. It's better that way. But the wantonness in the stares is becoming more and more evident.
Sharon is a very sexual person despite her, some would say, staunch outward appearance. She enjoys sex. Enjoys it much more now that she finally gave in to her attraction to women although she has been selective in the women she's been with. But these guys don't need to know that. They probably don't want to know that. They barely see her as a human being as it is. Her personal life is her own, and what she does outside of this place is no one's business but her own and she intended to keep it that way.
But sometimes, on long days, Sharon wants nothing more than to rip Andrea's clothes off and devour her. And, on long days, it's very difficult to focus her mind on anything else. Today is one of those days. The complexity of a mass murderer case is beginning to blur Sharon's focus on her priorities: solve the case then have your fun.
Major crimes always came first…always. Even when she was married with kids her job always came first. It may have been wrong at the time but her attention to detail and ferocious spirit got her to where she is now. She wouldn't change any of it.
Sharon stands just far enough away from the blonde attorney and Detective Sanchez to hear what they are saying and interject if she needs to but that's not really the reason why she's there. Andrea doesn't look up to acknowledge her presence in any way but Sharon knows she's aware of her. She can see the slight flare of her nostrils. The pulsing vein in her neck that beats faster the closer Sharon moves towards her. The corner of her mouth pulled slightly higher than the other.
Buzz! Dammit! Tensions are getting higher.
Sharon turns her head to catch Buzz doubled over with a coughing fit. He stumbles over to where they are and collapses in the desk chair across from Det. Sanchez. It doesn't appear he's getting much better if his flushed face and sweat dampened hair are any indication.
"I wish you could go home, Buzz. You sound and look horrible." Det. Sanchez has always been the caring one.
Sharon pats Buzz on the shoulder but her eyes never leave Andrea's body. Her navy blue skirt has hiked up in the back of her legs as she leans over Sanchez' desk. Sharon's mouth waters. She's always had an affinity for legs and Andrea has a pair that Sharon knew were strong and soft and demanding. She itches to run her hands up and down, massaging small circles from the insides of her knees to the heights of her thighs. The sweet, primal sounds Andrea makes just when Sharon touches her legs echo in her head.
Sharon's eyes rapidly blink as she forces herself to look away. This isn't the time nor place for these images and thoughts. They have work to do. But then her eyes catch sight of the blonde's cleavage barely hidden by the gapped opening of her blouse.
She can't take it anymore and as quickly as she can Sharon marches into her office and closes the door. Sitting along the edge of her desk she can only hang her head into her hands and wait for this to pass.
Her body lit on fire after she turned 50 and year after year the flame has only gotten hotter. She never complains, mind you. But days like this it's almost unbearable when there's nothing she can do to temper the flames even just a bit. Oh sure she could self-indulge behind a locked door but that's for amateurs. She wants the real thing. She wants to feel the body of another. She wants…
The door slowly opens but Sharon doesn't lift her head. She's not ready to move. She's tired of this case and just wants to go home to several bottles of wine and a comfortable bed. But then from her downcast eyes she sees a pair of navy blue pumps align themselves close to her own and her breath catches in her chest.