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Prompt: Sharon/Brenda, Domestic

Brenda could feel Sharon watching her from the kitchen bar where she sat on a stool, the remainder of the bottle of wine they shared for dinner now in her glass. Brenda didn't turn around, focusing instead on what she was doing. She was cleaning up the kitchen - wiping down the stove, putting the leftovers in the fridge, filling up the dishwasher - and making sure everything was done before they moved to the bedroom.

"I don't think I've ever seen you like this," Sharon said, her smile heard in her airy voice.

Brenda stopped wiping the stove and turned to look at Sharon over her shoulder; she was definitely smiling. "Like what?" she asked, defensive by default.

Sharon waved her hand in front of her, leaning forward a little as she did so. "Do you see what you're doing right now?"

"What's wrong with what I'm doin'?"

"Oh, nothing is wrong," Sharon insisted quickly. "It's just unexpected. You've never volunteered to clean up after dinner."

Brenda gave Sharon one last look and then turned back to the stove. She thought about it and realized Sharon was right; Brenda never really had much interest in rushing to clean up, ever. She especially didn't do it without having someone ask her to, or, as it usually went, someone complaining about the mess until she cleaned up. But things were different now, different from the way life had been for as long as she could remember.

The feeling of soft lips slowly brushing over the side of her neck, the side that wasn't covered with waves of blonde hair, broke Brenda from her reverie. Brenda turned her head and was met again with a warm smile and loving green eyes. It wasn't long ago when Brenda wouldn't have believed this if she had seen it with her own eyes. This was a side to Sharon she never thought existed, and she especially wouldn't have expected to be the one Sharon was showing affection towards. If being wrong meant discovering all these new reason to love the other woman, then she didn't mind one bit.

Sharon leaned forward and slowly kissed Brenda's lips. Brenda hummed and then smiled, licking her own lips and tasting the wine from Sharon's mouth when she pulled back.

"Have I told you lately how much I enjoy having you here?" Sharon asked as she placed a kiss to Brenda's cheek, and then another beside her ear. "Hmm?"

Brenda felt a shiver climb her spine as the vibration of Sharon's hum rippled through her. The sponge in her hand was forgotten as she slid both of her hands over the arms wrapped around her from behind, lacing her fingers with Sharon's once she reached them. Sharon had done more than necessary to make her feel welcomed in her home - their home - and Brenda loved that about her. Combining your life with another person always had its challenges, and this was the first time she was the one moving in where the other person already lived, which meant she was the one who felt a little out of her comfort zone. But Sharon had been, and still was, doing everything in her power to let Brenda know she was where she belonged.

"No, not today," she answered with a smile.

Sharon pulled back as if she had a sudden realization, and then her lips twitched, a smirk starting as she moved back to Brenda's ear. "Well," she purred, "how about I show you after you finish up instead?"

Brenda turned in Sharon's arms and shook her head. "Cleaning can wait."

Sharon let a small laugh escape her before saying, "That sounds more like-" But her sentence was cut off by Brenda's lips, and her words turned into a hum of unveiled pleasure as Brenda kissed her and blindly walked them out of the kitchen.

Cleaning could definitely wait.

The End.

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