Pairing: Bree/Lynette
A/N: I have the need to bring life to a dead pairing... hopefully someone reads. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
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1.
"Keep them on," Bree says as Lynette goes to take off her glasses.
"Excuse me?" Lynette asks, an eyebrow raised as her fingers stay on the glasses.
Bree clears her throat, pushing red hair behind her ear and standing up. "I hadn't realized I said that aloud." Bree licks her lips, feeling them go dry while a part of her body did the opposite. "I actually should get going. I don't want to have Rex worrying," she lies. Though she wants him to worry, she knows he won't.
"You sure?" Lynette asks, her head tilted as she puts together the last of the cards from the poker game they'd finished awhile back. "The kids are finally out of the house and won't be back until the weekend's over. And, Tom's not due back for another three hours."
"Oh, I don't know," Bree says slowly, pushing her hands down her skirt, smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles. She meets Lynette's eyes, sees the twinkle in them, the wanting and the desire, all the things she's been longing to see in her husband's eyes. Bree Van de Kamp wants to be wanted and Lynette, though never voicing it, wants her almost as badly as Bree wants to be wanted, as badly as Bree actually wants her. Bree's no fool; she knows why her body reacts to Lynette, but due to her upbringing, she tries to push it all aside, but it never works.
Lynette gets up, looking into Bree's crystal eyes. "Wouldn't it be great to just sit back, have another glass of wine, and relax?" Lynette smiles at her, placing her hand on Bree's shoulder quickly, and then passes her, bringing the empty glasses to the sink. "We never spend time alone anymore," Lynette points out.
Bree licks her lips and then lets out a slow sigh. "Well... I guess you're right," she says, sighing. "Okay, I'll stay," she says, clapping her hands together. "Let me help you clean this mess up," she tells her, busing herself with the scattered things on the table, willing herself to cool down a quick moment.
Lynette washes the glasses while Bree cleans the table. They finish in a few minutes and then Lynette pours them both a glass of Chardonnay, one of Bree's favorite. They take their wine to the sofa, sitting beside each other, something natural for them both. It's not until Lynette's hand accidentally brushes against Bree's knee that they even think about the desire they both hide inside them. Bree's pale cheeks grow pink and she shifts on the sofa, crossing her legs and taking a sip of her wine.
"So how are things with Rex?" Lynette asks, sipping her wine, letting the refreshing taste mingle with her taste buds.
"They're great," she says and then brings her wine glass to her mouth.
Lynette rolls her eyes and then takes a deep breath. "Bree, you don't have to lie to me. I won't judge you."
Bree smiles, raising an eyebrow. "You know people always say that, but we all know it's not true. Everyone judges others, even if they say they don't, they always do."
"Tom and I aren't in the best of places right now," she admits after silence becomes uncomfortable. "So I won't judge you," she says, turning to Bree. "Are you still going to therapy?" She asks, bring up what Bree tries to avoid talking about. Just because they now knew about it, didn't mean they had to discuss the therapy sessions. Bree looks down into her wine, swirling it slowly. Lynette puts her hand on Bree's arm and sighs. "You could tell me, Bree."
Bree smiles and then looks up, not realizing how close Lynette was to her. Her eyes stare into Lynette's green eyes through her glasses, their faces so close to each other that Bree can feel Lynette's breath on her lips. "Lynette," she whispers, licking her lips. She knows she should move away, but she can't.
"Bree," she responds in her own whisper, her heart racing, blood rushing so fast she can feel it. She moves a little closer and Bree makes a whimpering sound, but doesn't move back. Lynette knows she wants this, knows Bree most likely wants this as well, but she's afraid to make the first move.
"Are you going to..." Bree swallows loudly. "Kiss me?" Bree finishes. She blindly puts her wine glass down on the coffee table, her fingers shaking, unable to hold the glass any longer.
Lynette slowly brings her hand to Bree's neck, fingers grazing the tender skin. Bree lets out a shaky breath, lips parting and eyes closing. Lynette inches closer again, this time slowly brushing her lips against hers, just a quick test. Bree's lips are just as soft as she thought they'd be, velvety smooth as she slides her own against hers. When she pulls away, moving back slightly, Bree's eyes open and look into hers. Lynette licks her lips, pulling her hand back from Bree's neck.
Bree looks away, down to the floor. "I should go," she whispers and when Lynette doesn't respond she stands.
Lynette, unsure of how to respond, gets up and walks her to the door. "Bree..."
"That shouldn't have happened," Bree tells her and then leaves, the cool air hitting her skin as she walks out of the house. Lynette watches as she straightens her back and then walks to her house, head held high. Lynette decided to drink her desire away and then take a nap.
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2.
Bree's making cookies when she hears a knock on her door the next day. She turns her head to look through the open kitchen door and then places her spoon down in the bowl, making her way to the door as the knocking comes again. She looks out the peephole and sees that it's Lynette. She freezes, biting her lip and wondering if she should just open the door, or if she should pretend like she hadn't heard the knocks.
"Bree, I know you're in there," came Lynette's voice through the door.
Bree sighs and then opens the door. "Lynette," she greets. "I didn't hear you knock," she lies.
Lynette folds her arms, not believing her, but not voicing that. "Can I come in?"
"Why?" Bree asks hastily.
Lynette furrows her brow. "Would you rather have this conversation on your front porch?" Lynette challenges.
Bree steps aside and lets Lynette in, quickly closing the door behind her. "I was just making cookies," she tells her, walking to the kitchen. Lynette follows her. "What is it that you wanted to discuss?" Bree asks, washing her hands.
"Is Rex home?" Lynette asks, taking a seat at one of the stools.
"No," Bree says simply, making her way back to her cookie dough. "Just me," she says softly.
"About yesterday..." Lynette starts, but Bree cuts her off.
"Lynette, there's no need to talk about what happened. It was a mistake and I think we are mature enough to make sure it doesn't happen again. Don't you agree?" Bree stirs her cookie dough as she speaks.
"Yeah..." Lynette stretches the simple word out. Lynette considers what she wants to say as she drums her fingers against the marble of the island. "But we're also smart enough to know that we both want it to happen," she tells her.
"What?" Bree drops her spoon, eyes wide as she looks at the blonde. "Why would you even think such a thing?"
Lynette gives her an exaggerated eye roll as she gets up and walks to the other side of the island. She stands behind Bree, taking the risk to push forward, her body flush against the back of Bree's. Bree's breath gets caught in her throat when Lynette puts her hands on either side of Bree, splayed out on the stone of the island. Lynette can smell the subtle scent of the perfume Bree's wearing as she leans her head in, her breath falling on Bree's ear. Bree's hands squeeze tightly into fists as she leans on the island with them.
"Because it's true," Lynette finally answers in a whisper. Lynette watches as Bree's tongue slips out to moisten her lips.
Bree's never felt so vulnerable before, or so unable to control herself. She finds herself backing into Lynette's body, closing her eyes at the contact of warmth that touches her. Her hands move over to Lynette's, lying on top of them. When Bree turns her head back, Lynette understands it to be Bree giving in silently. She kisses her softly, feeling Bree's fingers interlock with her own, her hands squeezing hers. Bree leans her head back further and Lynette deepens the kiss, licking her way into Bree's mouth, tongue demanding entrance. Bree gives it to her without hesitation, opening her mouth to Lynette's wandering tongue, letting it caress the most tender spots in her mouth.
Bree moans into the kiss, turning more, seeking more from her. She lets go of Lynette's hands and turns fully, her body facing the blonde's. Lynette's hands move to Bree's waist and Bree melts a little, her body pulsating with pleasure. When Bree puts her hands on Lynette's arm, her tongue searching her mouth for something, Lynette pulls away with an audible pop. Bree's eyes get wide as she watches Lynette step back.
"Like I said, we both want this to happen," she tells her and then turns to leave, leaving the shocked redhead in the kitchen.
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3.
Bree avoided Lynette after that kiss, making up excuses when the girls asked why she was suddenly so busy. Bree was trying to make Andrew feel remorse for the terrible thing he did, but that only left her feeling unnecessary pain, feeling as if she had failed as a mother. Soon she decided that she needed to stop worrying herself so much. She knew it would all work out. She also decided to stop avoiding Lynette, knowing she was being foolish. So when the girls came to her house that Friday, a week after that second kiss, she welcomed them in with a wide smile.
They were playing poker, gossiping, and carrying on as usual. Lynette hadn't mentioned anything, and neither had Bree. All was going well, that is until it wasn't. Bree, who was sitting at the end of the table, feels something brush against her leg, jumping slightly and turning her head to Lynette, who is closest to her. Lynette doesn't say anything, continuing to look at Susan as she goes on about Mike. Bree brushes it off as being accidental, but then she feels it again, clearly deliberate. She looks at Lynette again, and again Lynette doesn't take her attention away from Susan. The next time she feels something, it's a hand, definitely Lynette's, and a bit too high on her thigh.
Bree jumps from her seat, clearing her throat. They all turn to look at her, all of them confused except for Lynette, who is trying to hold back a smirk. Bree clasps her hands together, smiling. "I just remembered that I needed to marinate the chicken for tonight's dinner, and if I don't do it now, it won't possibly be ready. If you'll excuse me," she says smiling.
The girls watch her leave the dining room and go into the kitchen, closing the connecting doors. Lynette listens to the conversation around her for a while and then gets up, saying she's going to check on Bree. She slides the door open cautiously, peeking in and then seeing Bree staring out the window. Lynette walks in and closes the door back, making Bree turn and look at her.
"I was getting worried," she explains. Bree makes a humming sound in the back of her throat and turns back to looking out the window, staring at nothing in particular. "What's up?" Lynette asks, walking over to where Bree's standing.
"You have to stop," Bree whispers. She feels Lynette stand beside her at the sink and she doesn't even try to move away.
"I haven't even done anything... Yet," she says softly as she looks up to Bree.
"Yet," she repeats slowly.
"Why can't you just admit to yourself that you don't want me to stop?" Lynette moves closer, the sides of their bodies touching each other. "I can see it in your eyes, Bree," she tells her in a whisper.
Bree turns her head to Lynette, her eyes meeting Lynette's. "You're married … I'm married … Lynette, whether I want something I shouldn't have doesn't matter because it doesn't only effect the two of us."
Lynette smiles and then leans forward, her lips close to Bree's. "Nobody has to know," she whispers against her lips.
Bree's resolve crumbles and she meets Lynette's lips with a clash. It's desperate and needy. Their lips push against each other hungrily, nipping and biting until they open up to the other. Their tongues fight a battle for dominance, one that Lynette wins. Bree's pushed against the sink and Lynette's hands move to her neck, deepening the kiss, pulling her as close as she can. Bree's full of desire, moaning softly into her mouth, her leg wrapped around Lynette, her hands possessively splayed across her back. Lynette's tongue is soft, but demanding, hitting all the right spots as her fingers tease the nape of her neck.
"Is everything okay in there?" Susan calls from the other side of the door and they pull apart, breathing heavily.
"Yeah... Just getting something," Lynette says, trying to control her breath. She looks over to Bree, who in return looks away.
Bree gulps and then walks to the fridge, opening it up and picking out a bottle of wine. "Can you take this out there please? I just want to run upstairs and freshen up," she tells her.
Lynette takes the bottle into her hands and then smiles. "Are we okay?"
Bree returns the smile and then nods her head. "I think so," she says in a faint whisper and then walks out of the kitchen.
Lynette takes the bottle of wine into the dining room and then sits back down. "Bree says she'll be back shortly. She just needed to head upstairs." And then conversation was back to normal.
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4.
Lynette stays behind to help Bree clean up after the poker game. Tom's home with the kids, allowing her to have a little more time for herself. Lynette told the other girls to leave and that she and Bree could handle the tidying up on their own, and when Bree didn't object, Lynette couldn't help it when she felt hopeful. The want and need to kiss Bree is thrilling to her, makes her blood rush in her body and it's been keeping her awake at night lately, her mind creating too many different fantasies of her redheaded friend for her to even try to sleep. She doesn't even feel guilty, brushing it off as tension because she knows that the little problems she and Tom are having are really bigger than they admit.
They make their way into the kitchen, bringing their things to the sink. Lynette doesn't even have to say a word to Bree, already feeling the redhead push against her, her lips on hers. The same desire from earlier is in them both, the raw passion and desire. Bree moans instantly into the blonde's mouth, not even asking for her permission when her tongue pushes into her hot mouth. Lynette doesn't mind, though. Lynette allows the assault on her mouth, melting slightly into the kiss. They both moan, needy and hungry, needing so much from the other's mouth. Bree pushes Lynette back, her back connecting with the kitchen island. Lynette hisses and pulls away from the kiss. Bree pulls back slightly.
"Are you okay?" Bree asks, concerned.
"No, no, I'm fine," she reassures. Lynette pulls her back to her and Bree comes without hesitation. "What time are the kids coming home?"
Bree looks behind Lynette and to her wristwatch. "Another ten minutes," Bree says sadly. Lynette nods and then runs her hand up Bree's arm, all the way to her neck and then up into her hair. Bree's eyes flutter close and then she moves closer to Lynette. "Kiss me," she whispers and Lynette does just that, kissing her senseless, leaving the house just before Danielle arrives home.
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5.
Bree has accepted what happened a week ago in her kitchen. She's more than accepted it, she's been thinking about it often. While cooking her famous Salmon dish, she almost cut herself as her mind blanked out for a second and she could feel her friend's lips on her again. While leaving service on Sunday, the worst possible time of all, she felt herself growing aroused as she thought about the way Lynette's hands slid over her body. In the supermarket, buying something for the dinner party she was throwing, she remembered the way Lynette whispered how much she's been wanting to kiss her like that. When she was in the pharmacy, she couldn't shake off the feelings she felt engulf her, the ones that she'd been trying to get rid of the past few weeks. Yes, Bree accepts it, but she also can't stop thinking about it.
Later on in the day, around noon, she receives a phone call from Lynette, asking her if she'd like to come over. Of course, not wanting to be rude and turn down an invitation from someone she cared about without having an actual reason to say no, she agreed. She'd been making muffins when she got the call, so she decided it would be a good idea to bring a basket of them along with her. She prepares the basket later on and then takes them with her across the street, ringing the doorbell when she arrives. Lynette quickly comes to the door, Penny in her arms, and a towel over her shoulder. She quietly waves her in and the softly closes the door back, excusing herself to put the sleeping girl down.
Lynette comes back with the baby monitor and then sits down. "I thought she'd never get to sleep," she tells her, exasperated. "Wine?" She asks, already pouring herself a glass.
Bree smiles politely. "Sure, why not." Lynette pours her a glass as well and pushes it across the table to her. "Thank you," she says, bringing the glass up to her mouth.
"No," she says, shaking her head, blonde hair falling from her up-do. "I needed to see another adult or I would have ended up going insane." Lynette takes a big gulp of her wine.
Bree tilts her head to the side and puts her hand on Lynette's arm. "Is everything okay?" She asks sweetly, concern evident in her voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she says, looking into her wine glass. Almost as an afterthought, she takes a deep breath and then goes on. "No … I'm not. I love my kids, but you know how they get," she says exasperatedly. "The twins got sent home again from school," she tells her and Bree makes a sound to let her know she's listening, which is all Lynette really needs. "I need a break from all of this, but I know Tom can't take vacation time right now, and..." Lynette drinks half of the wine left in her glass. "I don't know what to do," she says, looking up at Bree.
Bree leans forward on impulse and softly kisses Lynette's lips. Quick and soft, their lips only brushing together a few times. Bree pulls back and sits up straight in her seat as Lynette looks at her with slightly big eyes. "You just need to relax," she tells her smiling.
Lynette puts her hand over Bree's and gives it a gentle squeeze. "Thanks."
"For?"
"You're a great friend," she says and then leans forward and places a chaste kiss on her cheek quickly and then sits back down, noticing the way Bree blushes.
Second part coming shortly.