A/N: This new story will be a series of one shots based off of the following exchange between Brenda and Sharon in my other story called "Chocolate Covered You."
"I've never done that." Brenda confesses, unable to meet her Captain's eyes.
"Never?" Sharon asks in disbelief. Brenda shakes her head and Sharon is more than a little surprised. Maybe there's a part of Brenda that is the Southern good girl she pretends to be. The thought makes Sharon shiver with delight and a want to corrupt her, to do wicked things to her and show her all the sinful delights of her body.
"You're going to have to make me a list." Sharon says finally, only half kidding. "Of all the things you've never tried, all your secret fantasies."
However, that exchange was just the inspiration for this and these scenes are NOT related to my previous story, or set in that universe. In this story, I don't know if Brenda and Sharon are a couple or just lovers. I don't know if Brenda is still married to Fritz or if Sharon has a significant other. I don't know if Brooke exists in this universe. Maybe I'll figure it out and add some plot as I go along or maybe not. But this whole thing is going to be Brenda and Sharon having all the hot sex, so who really cares?
A/N 2: Warnings for...everything. I'm serious, I'm going to write it all. This first chapter is relatively tame, just office!sex and desk!sex, but some other chapters will feature some kink. The only thing I can say with absolute certainty that I will never write is non-con. Ever. And I'll have warnings at the top of every chapter like this so everyone knows what to expect; I don't want to squick anybody. Speaking of which, it's been brought to my attention that I feature dirty talk in a lot of my stories. I suppose that I do, probably because it is my biggest turn on. And it isn't my fault that Mary McDonnell has a phone sex operator voice; Sharon Raydor's naughty little speeches practically write themselves. Anyway, this story is no exception, so warning for that as well.
Item 1: "Take Me In My Office"
Sharon had said it as a joke, one of the first several times they were in bed together, but the idea had taken hold of Brenda Leigh. A sex list. All her fantasies, everything she had ever wanted to do. With Sharon. With the woman who plays her body like a finely tuned instrument and makes her come like no one ever has. And Brenda has never backed down from a challenge.
Let it never be said that she doesn't research. Once she decided to shock her lover and actually do it, actually write it, she had invested in the thickly bound "The Whole Lesbian Sex Book" and rented every season of "The L-Word" on DVD. Her internet search history read like a sex addict's confession journal. The list was embarrassingly, arousingly long. Brenda had planned on giving it to Sharon in person, when they had a long night ahead of them to discuss it in detail, but on a wicked whim she decided to email it to Sharon's personal account in the middle of the day. She could just imagine the woman sitting in her neat office in her perfect suit reading all of Brenda's secret fantasies. The thought had Brenda shifting in her chair in her own, not so neat office, incredibly wet already. When she hit "send" she thought she would pass out. And then she stared unblinkingly at her computer monitor.
Sharon raises an eyebrow when her computer tells her she has an email from Brenda on her personal account. She didn't even know the other woman had her personal address. The subject line reads, in big bold letters, 'HIGHLY CONFIDENTIAL: TO BE READ IN PRIVATE'. Sharon's curiosity is officially piqued and her jaw drops in shock as she reads. 'Sharon,' it starts 'You told me to make a list of my fantasies. If you're up for the challenge…XOXO Brenda.' Sharon blinds at her computer for a second…three seconds…five seconds. She didn't. She wouldn't. Brenda…Sharon bites her lip and tentatively clicks on the attachment.
Sharon almost laughs at the brief, apt title of 'Brenda's Sex List' A smile curves on her lips, then quickly fades as she reads through the (surprisingly, wonderfully) long list. Well. She tugs at her collar, which is suddenly choking her. Well then. Indeed, she thinks. And she should have known, because when her Chief goes for something she really goes for it. Toys and restraints and roleplays and oh yes, Sharon thinks, shivering. Yes, please. This is going to be…delicious. A naughty smirk plays on her lips as she prints out the list and pushes away from her desk. Delicious.
Brenda is nibbling at her lower lip, worrying it between her teeth. Maybe emailing the list wasn't such a great idea. What if Sharon ignores her header and opens it with someone standing there? One of her people or god forbid, Pope? What if Sharon steps away from her computer and somebody reads it instead? What if one of those tech guys does something techie and remotely uploads something or other and reads it? What if the contents are saved on Sharon's softdrive or whatever it is and the maintenance guy who fixes her computer finds it? My god, what was she thinking putting her name-
"Chief Johnson." That voice is molten honey from her doorway and Brenda's head snaps up to meet her lover's heated gaze. "I've just received something that warranted my immediate attention." Her voice is unapologetically sensual and Brenda's breathing speeds up despite herself. "Would now be an opportune time to discuss it with you?" Sharon gestures with the papers in her hand and Brenda's eyes go wide. Her list. It's two pages printed out. Brenda blushes.
"I, you, that…yes, Captain." She manages, although the breathiness in her voice gives her away. "Now would be…now would be…just fine." She doesn't even really know what she is agreeing to, there's something in Sharon's eyes… "Please come in."
Sharon shuts the door and flicks the blinds closed with two swift, practiced motions. Sharon stalks towards her, so very slowly, her gaze calculating, predatory. Brenda's heart thuds painfully against her ribs and she automatically stands. She thinks Sharon will stop across her desk, but the woman rounds it fluidly, coming to stand right in front of Brenda, just close enough for the blonde to feel her body heat. The expression on her face is pure lust, pure desire, arousal in every taut line of her body and flashing in her green eyes. She is powerful, controlled, sexy and looking at Brenda like she can barely restrain herself from pushing her over her desk and having her right now. The sight shoots bolts of heat to somewhere deep inside Brenda's body and she fights the urge to whimper.
Sharon just trails her eyes down Brenda's rapidly heating body, taking in all the lines and curves of her, letting her gaze caress every inch of her and watching Brenda respond to whatever sexy things are going through that evidently filthy mind of hers. "Brenda Leigh." She husks in that tone that her lover once confessed makes her instantly wet. She watches Brenda shiver.
For the first time in her fifty five years, Sharon is speechless. Standing here, staring at the vision of her lover, clearly flushed and aroused just from thinking about the things she wrote on this list. The things she wrote on her list and Sharon. Her neurons are misfiring, her synapses aren't functioning, her brain just…can't. Brenda is a contradiction in the most erotic of ways. She is innocent and inexperienced in so many areas and yet evidently has quite the kinky, adventurous side she hides behind that Southern belle role she plays oh so well. And Sharon gets to teach her, corrupt her, explore with her. She is so wet, so hot and so heavy just from the mere ideas her sweet seductress has planted in her mind.
"You told me to make a list." Brenda is sure means to sound defensive, but her voice is high pitched and breathy instead. She crosses her arms over her chest and Sharon watches what the movement does to those incredible breasts.
"Indeed." She acknowledges, low and smoky. "And this is very…thorough." Brenda blushes but doesn't look away. "It must have taken you ages." Sharon continues. "To think of all these sinful, delicious things. To plan them, to think about what you want and how you want it, to imagine these scenarios. To sit here and type it up on your work computer." Her voice is so husky, so wonderfully aroused and Brenda can't speak. "And yet," Sharon says, an edge creeping into her voice. "You still have not forwarded me the ballistics report for the Fitzgerald case that I asked for days ago." Brenda's mouth drops open. She can't, just can't be serious; she can't be thinking about work when she is holding in her hands her carte blanche to do almost whatever she wants with Brenda. A little twinkle flashes in Sharon's eye and the arousal is back in her voice. "That was very naughty of you, Brenda." Brenda's entire body seizes, trembles, ignites. She could come from this, she thinks wildly. She could probably climax just from Sharon's wonderfully erotic voice saying such dirty things to her. She suddenly wishes she had put that on the list. "But then," Sharon's voice drags her back, "I guess we have established that you are a very…very naughty girl." Oh god, oh yes. Her knees threaten to buckle under her. Sharon takes half a step closer, their breasts just brushing. "My naughty girl." Sharon whispers, and there is an undercurrent of tenderness in her sex-soaked voice. Brenda's lips twitch in a small smile. "Who I want to satisfy." She trails her fingers along Brenda's waist, curving around her hip. "Completely." She draws them over her stomach and up between her breasts. "Thoroughly." She dips into the skin Brenda's blazer leaves bare. "In every possible way." She undoes a button and Brenda whimpers. "Everything she wants." Another button and Sharon licks her lips. "Everything little thing she has ever needed and never been given." Brenda's breathing grows raspy as Sharon splays her hand over the warm skin of her stomach. "All her fantasies." She rests her palm between Brenda's breasts. "Can I do that, Brenda Leigh?" Sharon asks and Brenda stares with wide eyes down her body, transfixed by Sharon's hand on her. Her lips part but she doesn't respond. "Can I have you in every way you've been thinking about?" Brenda sucks in a breath, her entire focus, her entire world zoned in on the spot where Sharon's touch is melting her skin. Sharon…have her…that voice…her fantasies. It's all…too much and Brenda…can't. She's so dizzy and so aroused and she almost hurts. Then Sharon removes her hand and she actually does hurt, every inch of her body crying out for the woman's touch to come back.
She nearly sobs with relief when Sharon's hands settle around her waist, rubbing the sensitive skin of her sides. She makes an indistinct noise of pleasure and Sharon smirks like she was won something. Brenda doesn't care; Sharon can smirk all she wants and have whatever she wants as long as she doesn't ever stop touching Brenda again. She's on edge, she's ready, just from her thoughts, from making her list, from Sharon's voice.
Sharon slowly bunches the fabric of Brenda's skirt, pulling the material up, and it flutters against Brenda's legs, the light tease against her sensitized skin making her legs shake. Sharon steadies her and uses her body to propel Brenda onto her desk. The flying papers snap Brenda back to reality. They cannot do this here; they're at work! Brenda would get fired for this. She would get so fired. "Sharon." She says, but it sounds like a plea. She shakes her head. "No. We can't, not here. If we get caught…" This is so against the rules and Sharon should be throwing a fit but she's not.
"Item number one, Chief." Sharon drawls and Brenda feels a gush of wetness soak her underwear at hearing Sharon use her rank. It always used to make her want to hit the woman; hearing that smooth perfect voice say 'Chief' in that infuriating way. Nothing made her quite so angry. She used to bring herself to screaming orgasms thinking about it. "You wanted me to…" Sharon leans to nibble on Brenda's earlobe. "Take you in your office." Brenda whimpers and shifts against the pulsing in her core, sending more papers flying. "Mmm…" Sharon hums, that little sound she is always making.
"Yes." Brenda gasps mindlessly, in response to that voice and the aching between her legs. It's so good, so horribly good.
"Yes indeed, Chief." Brenda's sex twitches again. "I must admit, I have frequently had the same fantasy." Brenda bites her lip; she can't think about that. She can't think about what naughty, delicious, filthy, wonderful things Sharon fantasizes about because her body will explode. And she won't be able to stop them, she won't be able to resist wriggling just that little bit closer to the edge of the desk, just that little bit closer to Sharon. But Sharon sees and grins in triumph. "Is that how you want to be taken, Brenda?" Sharon asks, voice smoldering. "On your desk, with your legs spread like this? By your subordinate officer? Because it's so wrong but you know I'll make you feel so fucking good." It takes only a gentle push to her knee for Brenda's legs to automatically part for her lover, automatically opening herself and revealing her sodden underwear.
"Ye-yes." Brenda admits, gasping and tossing her head back as the fabric of her panties stretches, rubbing against the sticky wet lips of her sex. "Shar-Sharon." She moans, closing her eyes and surrendering to the feel of Sharon's fingertips trailing along her thigh, palm smoothing up her leg.
"Is this what you thought about when we would argue, Brenda?" She swirls just a fingertip over her wetness. "Giving in to what you want," A brush over her clit, "What you need and having me take you right here, right on top of your case files."
"Yes!" Brenda cries out as Sharon scratches lightly with her nails and Brenda gives a choked gasp, dropping back on her hands and leaving all of her as open to Sharon as her legs are.
"Gorgeous." Sharon murmurs, letting her eyes trail appreciatively over Brenda's body, hair wild, breasts pushed up by her bra, toned stomach muscles rippling with the effort, framed by the blazer Sharon unbuttoned. She's a wanton ingénue; she is lust and sex wrapped up in the body of goddess, offered up for Sharon to take. She gives in and lets her hand cup Brenda's sex, moaning at the ocean of wetness soaking through the fabric and the incendiary heat that warms her palm. "Oh, Chief." She coos, automatically and Brenda shifts towards her, settling herself firmer in Sharon's hand, rubbing against the pressure that gives her relief from her aching need. Unthinking, Brenda grabs her skirt and pulls it up around her waist, giving Sharon all the access she needs. She can't hold back anymore, can't resist this; she doesn't care if the Chief of Police himself could walk in on them, that she could lose her job, that's it's wrong to do this here. She needs this, her body is craving this, and she can't resist. The arousal, the need, will surely kill her if Sharon stops.
Sharon feels the moment Brenda gives in, relaxes, lets herself go. She feels a thrill shoot up her spine that Brenda will take this risk, that Brenda is so needy and desperate for Sharon that she will let them do this here. It makes Sharon feel delectably wicked. Sharon hooks her fingers into Brenda's underwear and pulls them down her legs. She lets them fall where they may and urges Brenda closer to the edge of the desk. Brenda's body follows willingly and her legs automatically part at the barest hint of encouraging pressure from Sharon. Sharon immediately cups a hand over Brenda's sex, cradling it in her palm, rubbing lightly with the heel of her hand. Brenda's wetness smears over her hand and she flashes her almost prone lover the naughtiest grin Brenda has ever seen. Brenda gasps at the look in her darkened eyes, spasms and releases another flood of wetness against Sharon's fingers.
"You are," Sharon husks slowly, dragging a finger through her heat. "So. Fucking. Sexy." Brenda mewls and spreads her legs obscenely wide, silently begging Sharon to take her. When Sharon just rubs, stimulating and exciting her, but never entering her, Brenda cants her hips, thrusting ever so lightly and groaning in frustration.
"Please," she begs, arching her hips up and Sharon rewards her with a firmer stroke between her swollen lips.
"Please what, Chief?" Sharon teases, dropping her head to suck an erect nipple into her mouth, laving it with her tongue and nipping with her teeth. A gush of wetness meets her hand.
"Fuck me!" Brenda gasps, throwing her head back, blonde hair cascading onto her desk. She is past the point of shame, past the point of embarrassment. All she knows is the burning aching need throbbing deep in her body, the desperate fluttering of her sex, demanding to feel her lover inside. "Fuck me, Captain." Sharon growls at hearing Brenda call her that, her own core twitching and rewards Brenda by pressing the tip of a single finger ever so slightly inside of her. She licks between her Chief's breasts, up her chest, the line of her neck.
"Say it again," she husks, teasing Brenda with the barest hint of penetration.
"Captain." Brenda cries desperately, hooking her legs around Sharon's waist. "Fuck me, Captain." Brenda's nails rake down her back and with a groan of capitulation, Sharon thrusts inside the warm wet of Brenda's sex, impaling her on two long fingers, reaching deep up inside her to immediately rub against the ridges of her g-spot. Brenda thrashes and screams, loud enough that Sharon thinks someone might have heard, and she quickly captures Brenda's mouth with her, swallowing her moans and cries as she begins a heavy rhythm, thrusting in and out, scissoring and curling her fingers, driving every panting breath from Brenda's body. Brenda whimpers against her mouth, clutching desperately at her desk, messing her already untidy paperwork and thrusting back against Sharon, shamelessly forcing Sharon's fingers deeper inside.
Sharon drags her mouth away from Brenda's lips, kissing and nibbling along her jaw. "Like this, Chief?" She whispers in Brenda's ear and she feels the woman clench her tightly and a trickle of moisture drip down into Sharon's palm. Brenda is so wet, so hot, and Sharon strokes her firmer.
"Yes!" Brenda gasps. "Just like that, Captain. Harder." Sharon's entire body pulses at that. She pulls back to look at Brenda, admiring the bare skin that is glowing with sweat and the bra pulled down to frame her gorgeous breasts, the way Brenda's head is thrown back in pleasure, hips thrusting and seeking and writhing. They're in the middle of the precinct and it occurs to Sharon that anybody could walk in. Pope, Brenda's team, one of Sharon's people, they could open the door right now and see Brenda half naked getting fucked on her desk by the ice bitch of FID and begging for it harder. She feels her body tingle and she pushes a third finger past Brenda's tight entrance, stretching the muscles over her fingers and curling them. Brenda keens and shudders, gasping and moaning every time Sharon thrusts. Sharon drinks in the pleasured sounds, savors them, watches Brenda come apart for her and her alone.
"Sharon…Captain…never…so good. Fuck me, Sharon." A possessive thrill runs down Sharon's spine as she strokes Brenda's clit with her thumb. Her sex pulses and seizes wildly, clenching Sharon tighter as she circles the swollen, aroused little bud. She has done this to Brenda, to her prim and proper Chief. Sharon has made her the wanton, improper woman who is riding her fingers, being taken in her office in the middle of the day and who is pulling her nipples in time to Sharon's movements.
"That's it, Chief." She husks lowly. "I can feel how much you like this, how wet you are for me, how your body opens to me." Brenda gasps and thrusts against Sharon harder. Sharon strokes her clit firmly, pressing the bud into her pelvic bone and Brenda screams Sharon's name, fluttering wildly against her fingers, holding them as deep inside of her as Sharon can be. "Come for me, Deputy Chief Johnson." Sharon whispers and Brenda moans at hearing her full rank and title in Sharon's low, sexy voice. She caresses the words, instead of spitting them like the used to, but the husky tone is the same and it reminds Brenda of when Sharon used to be her nemesis, when the animosity between them was so powerful Brenda would fantasize about punching Sharon in the face one day and fucking her against a wall the next. Hot, hard, forbidden, desperate, because she would bend the Captain to her will, seduce her and make her hers and now Sharon is taking her, fucking her, owning her body right on the very desk she used to imagine bending Sharon over.
"Yes!" She cries out, as her orgasm washes over her, pulses deep inside her sex where Sharon is stroking. "Yes…yes…fuck...Cap'n Raydor…ah!" Sharon doesn't cover her mouth, doesn't kiss her quiet; she fucks Brenda deeper than she ever has, twisting her fingers sharply and pinching her clit, drawing every last bit of ecstasy from her lover's trembling body. In a moment of arousal-induced recklessness, she thinks she wants someone to overhear Brenda screaming her name; she wants everyone to know how Chief Johnson sounds when Captain Raydor fucks her hard on her desk.
Brenda's hips writhe and thrust, moving with Sharon and contracting around the heavy pressure of her fingers. Brenda's hips slow and Sharon's thrusts follow, until she is just resting inside of Brenda's pulsing, recovering sex, lightly rubbing her clit. Brenda collapses back onto her desk, sweaty and aglow with pleasure and Sharon leans down over her, kissing her gently and brushing tendrils of hair off her face.
Brenda's eyes flutter open and she blinks through the haze of her arousal to see the biggest smirk she has ever seen on Sharon's lips. Her own quirk up in response. "You look satisfied with yourself, Cap'n." Brenda teases, voice still breathless from her climax.
"Indeed, Chief." She flexes her fingers and Brenda groans, spasming. "Nothing gives me more…pleasure…" her voice caresses the word "than following the orders of my superior officers." She presses another kiss to Brenda's lips. "You were amazing." She whispers, affectionate and sincere. Brenda shifts to raise herself up off her desk and Sharon obligingly lets her fingers slip from Brenda's welcoming body. Brenda winces at the emptiness she suddenly feels and shakily gets to her feet, resting against the edge of her desk for support.
With a gentle push, Sharon is seated in her chair and Brenda hefts her skirt up to straddle Sharon's lap. She connects their lips in a deep, sweet kiss, tongue sweeping into Sharon's mouth and tasting her desire. Brenda grasps Sharon's hand, flushing at the feel of her own sticky moisture coating her fingers and brings it back to her aching center, urging Sharon's fingers back inside. Sharon slides two up into Brenda, using the third to teasingly caress her swollen lips. She knows how sensitive her lover is after her first orgasm. Brenda chokes on a cry of pleasure and starts rocking against Sharon's fingers, taking all of the digits deep inside of herself before rising up on her knees until just the tips of Sharon's fingers tease her entrance, before sliding back down again. The leather on her chair squeaks as she moves. Her rhythm is deep and slow and a flash of heat suffuses Sharon's body as she feels Brenda clench and release around her, feels her Chief take her pleasure. Brenda's is pure sex like this, blazer hanging open, rising up then sliding down on Sharon's finger, rubbing against her body. She lets Brenda set the pace, tanging a hand in her hair and drawing her down for a possessive kiss, caressing Brenda's tongue with her own, mimicking the slide of her slippery wet sex on Sharon's fingers. Brenda moans into the kiss, rocking a little harder, taking Sharon a little deeper and Sharon's fingers curve to rub along the soft, spongy walls of Brenda's sex, to fit the shape of her.
Brenda drags her lips away to cry out at a particularly deep thrust, slamming her hips down harder, and braces herself against the back of the chair, using the leverage to shift until Sharon's fingers are rubbing just where she needs them. She gasps when she hits that spot and reaches blindly down to touch her lover, her Captain who is making her feel so good and so dirty. Brenda whimpers when she feels the fabric of Sharon's power suit, a reminder of just who is fucking her in her office and she squeezes her hand between those incredible legs.
Sharon's so aroused, so close, just from being inside Brenda, from feeling her come, from taking her in this office. Brenda cups and squeezes, rubbing through her pants and panties and it's enough, Sharon is flying over the edge with Brenda, gasping into her mouth, seizing and shivering and digging her hands into Brenda's hips, holding her Chief against her while she comes for her.
When Sharon comes back from her bliss, it is to a panting Brenda Leigh resting against her chest. Brenda is still slick and hot in her palm and Sharon savors the feeling of her swollen and satisfied before withdrawing her hand. She brings her hand to her mouth and sucks her fingers, licking off every drop of Brenda's sweet ambrosia. Brenda just mewls softly and burrows into Sharon's neck.
"I can't believe we did that." She whispered and Sharon just hums.
"Mmmm." She strokes Brenda's back, scratching lightly with her nails. "We're lucky no one came bursting through the door when you screamed." Brenda flies up from her position against Sharon. Sharon fights back a laugh. Her hair is just…indescribable and she is still flushed with orgasm.
"You didn't lock the door?" Sharon smirks.
"What would be the fun in that?" Brenda's eyes widen and she makes a move to scramble off Sharon's lap. Sharon snags her around her waist and nuzzles into her neck. "That was your fantasy, wasn't it, Chief Johnson? Being bent over your desk and fucked so hard you screamed by the one person nobody would believe you would let take you like that? Surrendering to me right here, giving me your body, in the very place you used to fantasize about kicking my ass? Being naughty and forbidden and inappropriate and breaking all the rules to come for me?" Brenda's mouth drops open and she groans. God that woman can talk. She deflates and collapses back against Sharon, drawing her palm up to cup a full breast. Sharon just chuckles, low and throaty.
"You're gonna kill me." Brenda muses.
"Not yet, Chief. Not until we've done every single thing on this list." She nips at Brenda's neck. "I'm particularly looking forward to item number seventeen." Brenda thinks back, remembers, feels her sex pulse and throb, and dissolves into shudders. She can just hear Sharon smirking.
A/N 3: The next chapter will be Item 11: Tie Me Up.