Sharon/Brenda/Flynn

A/N: Merry Christmas! My present to all you lovely people is this three part story.

Special thanks to Pennytextrix for not only inspiring this story with your amazing ideas, but then letting me steal them and turn them into this.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

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Discovering Fantasies at the Ball

Andy Flynn and Sharon Raydor are dancing at the Police Christmas Ball. There is soft music playing, the sound of a piano floating in the air as the men in women of the LAPD slow dance together and with their husbands and wives. Sharon and Andy have received a few odd looks tonight, nobody seeing how two people who seem to hate each other so much could be so peaceful now. But nobody knows that it's the people that Sharon seems to hate that she really cares about the most. Andy Flynn being one of them. People also don't know that when they aren't arguing about something, getting angry and whatnot, they're pretty close. They've been very close lately. She has a way of getting on his good side as much as she got on his nerves. And when Sharon got on his good side, well, she did that very, very well. This was going to be one of the nights that she proved how well she got on his good side – they are both sure of it.

Sharon pulls him closer to her as they dance, her head on his shoulder, her hips pushing against him a little more than necessary. Andy can tell by the subtle things she does that she rather they just be in her condo, in a bed, or against a wall, or on the floor... He knows she doesn't want to be at the ball any longer. He tries to ignore it all, push it away until later because he knows that Chief Johnson wants Major Crimes as a hold to stay longer.

"Are you coming to my place or are we going to yours?" Sharon asks, her breath hot against his neck.

Andy clears his throat, looking down at her, her crystal green eyes sparkling. "Yours," he answers simply. She makes one of the sounds in her throat that's between a grunt and a hum. She pulls back a little, her arms going around his neck as the song changes, moving to something a little faster. He moves his hands a little lower on her back, right above the slope of her ass.

He looks for Chief Johnson, looking across the room. He knows that all of the guys have been taking turns dancing with her, not letting her be alone just because Fritz and her are separated. He doesn't see her at first, but then as his eyes scan the area by the bar he spots her. She's sitting at the bar on one of the stools, her legs crossed, the long split in her gown exposing her legs, and she's looking in his direction. She has this look in her eyes, one that he doesn't even miss as he looks all the way from the other side of the room. It's a look that he's seen before in her eyes, but not that often. It's a lustful look and it's coming right at him.

"What are you looking at?" Sharon asks, turning her head the same way as him.

Andy notices the way Brenda licks her lips when Sharon turns, the way she moves slightly in her seat, recrossing her legs. She wasn't looking at him after all, but at Sharon. "Just at the Chief," he tells her.

Sharon furrows her brow, looking back up at him, taking her hand to turn his face away from her. "Are you seriously staring at her while you're dancing with me?"

"No … No … Well, I was, but..." He flusters, stammering. Sharon rolls her eyes, turning to look at Brenda. "I was only looking at her because she's looking at you."

"What?" Sharon asks suddenly, turning back to him.

Flynn shrugs his shoulders, pulling her back to him. "She was looking at you," he tells her again.

"Probably trying to figure out if she's got a clean shot," she jokes, laughing darkly as she lays her head against his shoulder again.

"Nu-uh. It wasn't that kind of look," he explains.

Sharon exhales against him. "What kind of look was it then?" she finally asks, her curiosity getting to her.

"Like that look you gave me last Saturday at the crime scene after we both got called in right when we got back to your apartment." Sharon has to think about it for a moment. When she finally understands what he's saying it makes her laugh softly, pulling him closer. "I'm serious," he tells her.

"Mhm," she hums. "You're crazy if you think that she's giving me that same look," she responds. "She's probably just looking at you."

Andy groans, turning them around so Sharon's facing the bar. "Have a look for yourself."

Sharon looks over his shoulder, her chin resting against it as they slowly sway. She sees Brenda, who is still looking their way. Sharon admits to herself that she does have a very similar look to the one she was giving Andy that day. Brenda's eyes look darker than their usual color, and her lip is caught between her teeth, nibbling against it. Sharon licks her lips and Brenda absently does it as well. Sharon still isn't sure if it's her she's looking at or if she's just lost in thought. Sharon feels Andy's hands moving a little lower, a bit closer to her ass, but still not touching it.

"Okay, so you proved that she is looking this way, and that she does have a look."

"And..."

"And?"

Andy groans, a little annoyed. Andy knows that Sharon has a thing for the blonde, not that she's ever told him, but he knows the signs. "What do you think about it?"

"About her looking at me?" Sharon asks, not exactly sure what he's expecting her to say.

"About her looking at you like that," he elaborates.

Sharon narrows her eyes, though he can't see it. "Well, I'm not going to complain about it if that's what you mean."

"So that means you like her looking at you like that. What do you think she's thinking about?"

Sharon pulls back and looks at him. "Are you looking for a certain answer? You already know I hate it when you aren't direct."

Andy pulls her back towards him, missing the contact between their bodies. "She's probably imagining what you look like out of this black dress," he whispers, his hand sliding down from her neck to her back.

Sharon has to hold in a moan, his hand caressing her bare back making her shiver. "I think it's you imagining me without this dress; not her."

"Well I am, but I bet she is, too." Sharon smiles, quickly kissing his neck. "Don't even try to deny it, Sharon."

"I wasn't. She's said things before that would suggest that she has some sort of sexual interest in me," she whispers. The song ends and the band that they've hired announces that they're going to take a break. "I'm going to go the restroom," she announces, pulling away from him, trying to ignore the wet feeling between her legs that she's been feeling most of the night.

Sharon looks at Brenda for a moment, thinking about saying something, but then goes against it. Sharon doesn't see when Brenda gets up and follows her. It's not until Sharon's washing her hands that she even notices that Brenda's in the bathroom as well. Sharon smiles at her in the mirror, her eyes looking at Brenda in her red dress through the glass. Brenda's showing off a fair amount of cleavage, which Sharon's eyes linger on longer than they should. Sharon stands up straight, taking in Brenda as a whole in her red gown; she enjoys the split that comes up the middle of her thigh. Sharon licks her lips, looking into Brenda's eyes.

"Like the dress?"

Sharon blushes slightly. "It's beautiful and you look, uh, beautiful."

Brenda blushes now, grinning that wide grin of hers. "Thank you, Captain. So do you." Brenda throws out the paper towel she used to dry her hands and then gets a better look at the captain, one much better than the one she got from her seat at the bar. Sharon's wearing a backless dress that fits her curves nicely, flowing loosely past her hips. Brenda approves.

Sharon feels her body heating under Brenda's obvious admiring eyes. "Well, I should get back out there," she tells her.

"Yes, of course," Brenda responds quickly. She wishes Sharon wouldn't go just yet, but she has no reason to keep her here in the bathroom.

Sharon smiles when she reaches the door. "I'll save you a dance," is what Sharon says as she leaves the bathroom, a hint of a smirk on her lips. She makes her way over to the table where Andy is sitting with a few of the other boys from Major Crimes. He looks up at her and then stands. "You don't have to get up," she tells him. "I'm actually going to get something to drink. You sit and talk, and find me when you want to dance again."

"You sure?" Sharon nods. On impulse he leans forward and pecks her lips, something he's never done before around other people.

Sharon blushes, trying not to look at the questioning men. "I'll be right over there," she says, walking away, leaving him to the questions that are bound to come from everyone. Sharon sits down at the bar and orders a glass of red wine.

"So Lieutenant Flynn?" Sharon turns quickly, not noticing that Brenda was sitting two seats away from the one she took. "I never would have guessed."

Sharon gets her drink. "Thanks," she says to the woman and then turns to Brenda. She hadn't known anyone outside the table had seen that quick kiss. "I don't think anyone would have, Chief."

Brenda nods, moving over to the stool next to Sharon's, bringing her wine along with her. "Y'all looked cute together earlier, dancin' out there." Sharon smiles, drinking from her wine. "So how long?"

Sharon doesn't like questions like that. She and Andy aren't actually a couple, so it makes it a bit awkward when people who happen to find out about them ask. "It's complicated."

Brenda raises and eyebrow and sips her wine. Brenda looks over to Andy Flynn and then back at Sharon. "How long has it been complicated?"

"Off and on since the nineties," Sharon answers honestly. "We used to work together before I went into IA. Things got more complicated then," she informs her, sipping her wine.

"Okay," Brenda responds, nodding her head. She looks over to Sharon, her eyes lingering over her long legs. "This really is a nice dress," she says, eyes following the skin that's exposed because of the split in the dress. "It shows off your best features."

Sharon turns to Brenda, watching the younger woman as she watches her. "Which would be?" Sharon's voice is a bit flirty, teasing Brenda.

"Your back," Brenda starts. "Your legs," she tells her, eyes moving up. Brenda's eyes linger on Sharon's chest as she licks her lips.

Sharon notices and leans forward slightly, unable to control the urge to tease her some. "Anything else?"

Brenda clears her throat, looking away. "All of you," she tells her, unable to say what she's thinking.

"I guess I got the desired look then," Sharon says into her glass, sipping her wine. "So how's your night going so far?" Brenda makes a noise of disappointment. "That bad, huh? Hopefully it'll get better for you."

Brenda smiles, drinking the rest of her wine in her glass. "I think I might be leaving soon. I told Will that I'd come for at least an hour, and I've been here longer than that. I know some of the boys want to leave too, but I didn't want them to leave too early; but with me gone they'll be free to go as well." Brenda looks over to Andy. "I'm sure Lieutenant Flynn would like to get going as well," she says, eyes moving back to Sharon. Sharon doesn't bother to respond to that with anything other than a less than innocent smirk.

The music starts back up, one song and then another. Sharon finally turns, getting up from her seat. "Dance with me." Sharon holds her hand out to the blonde, smiling at the younger woman, the wine in her loosening her up more. Brenda gives her a skeptical look and Sharon takes her hand, pulling her up. "Let's go, Chief."

Sharon and Brenda make it to the dance floor, standing close, but not too close. The song is a little faster than the ones before, but it's still slow. They stick to a basic two-step, letting the music lead them. Sharon wasn't expecting Brenda to be as good of a dancer as she is; she's much better than she anticipated. Brenda's a better dancing partner than Andy, which makes it a better dancing experience for her. Sharon looks past Brenda, seeing Andy looking at them and she smiles, keeping her eyes on him as she moves closer to Brenda. He leans forward, watching more intently and she lets her hands fall lower on Brenda's back, making the blonde let out a shaky breath, Andy raise a questioning eyebrow, and Sharon smirk because of the reactions she gets. It goes on like that for a little while longer – Sharon teasing Brenda with touches that might seem innocent to others, and Andy watching, which is the main reason she's doing it. She also realizes that teasing the blonde is very thrilling.

Brenda closes her eyes, trying to fight back the flood arousal trying to sweep her away. Sharon's hands are on her lower hips, her fingers sliding a little pass her ass every now and then, barely touching her, moving back up just as quickly as they go down. Brenda's not sure if Sharon's aware of what she's doing, but it's driving her crazy. The touches, the way she can feel Sharon's hard nipples pushing against her, and that intoxicating smell in her luxurious hair is all making her already heated body heat more. She's been feeling all the signs that she's aroused since she was watching Sharon earlier, but now, her body against hers, she feels like aroused doesn't even begin to cover what she is. She no longer wants Sharon, but now she feels like she needs her.

Sharon's breath is hot against Brenda's ear as she speaks. "You okay?" Sharon asks in a whisper, feeling Brenda's heart racing against her.

Brenda shivers; Sharon's voice in her ear sends heat to the space between her thighs. "I'm fine," Brenda tells her.

"You want to sit down for a little while?" Sharon asks, not really wanting her to because she's enjoying this little game of hers – even if the blonde's not aware of what's going on.

Brenda shakes her head, shifting her hands around Sharon's neck. "I'm fine."

Sharon slides her hand down Brenda's side slowly as she pulls back, looking at Brenda. Her cheeks are slightly flushed. She brings her hand to Brenda's face, feeling her cheek with her palm. "You're hot," she announces.

Brenda licks her lips, feeling herself only grow hotter at the contact of Sharon's hand on her face. "It's a..." Brenda trails off when Sharon's thumb grazes her lip, something that could be marked down to an accident, but Brenda can tell by the look in her eyes that it wasn't. Brenda looks down to Sharon's hand as Sharon strokes her cheek again. "Captain," she whispers, fighting the urge to turn into her palm.

Sharon pulls away, smiling, and then she moves back against Brenda's body, her hands back on her hips. She looks up at Andy, who of course is still looking at her, a look that's somewhere between aroused and jealous (two things she loves to bring out in him). She doesn't know why, but it's a turn on to her to have him jealous, and right now it, on top of everything else, is turning her on more than she's been in a while. Sharon turns her head, letting her breath fall on Brenda's neck, purposely breathing heavier, loving the small shivers that move up and down Brenda's back. She wants Brenda, wants Brenda as much as she wants Andy right now. Sharon just wants to be touched and she's sure the blonde wants to do the touching, and Andy has never once turned her down. But bringing home Brenda is a lot more difficult than getting Andy to come over. There is a risk at trying to get the blonde to her place, but Sharon loves taking a good risk.

Sharon pushes her hips forward, the lower half of her body pressing against Brenda's. Brenda's breath comes out against Sharon's neck and Sharon smirks, knowing exactly what kind of effect she's having on Brenda. Sharon looks up to see Andy coming towards them, and Sharon rolls her eyes, not wanting him to come and ruin anything. Sharon pulls Brenda closer to her as if to tell him to go away, but he doesn't.

"Chief," Andy says, making Brenda slightly jump because she was lost in the feeling of Sharon's body against hers. "Would you mind if I stepped in for a moment? I'd like to talk to the Captain."

Sharon narrows her eyes. Brenda steps back, her body tingling with the lost of contact. "Of course, Lieutenant. I should get goin' anyway."

"No," Sharon protests a bit too loudly. Brenda raises a questioning eyebrow and Andy does as well. "Do you really have to go? I mean," Sharon exhales deeply, not sure how to get the Chief to stay, "I would like it if you stayed longer."

"I'm sure the Chief has somewhere to go," Andy pushes, trying to get Sharon to just let go of whatever idea is moving around in that head of hers.

"I'm sure she can speak for herself," Sharon retorts, turning to Brenda, a small smile and hopeful look in her eyes.

Brenda turns from Andy to Sharon, feeling like she's getting in the middle of something. "I don't think I..." Sharon puts her hand on Brenda's arm, causing her to heat like fire. Brenda caves, gulping. "I'll be at the bar," she squeaks out and then leaves.

Sharon watches her leave and then turns to Andy. She moves close to him, wrapping her hands around his neck. "What's wrong with you?" Sharon asks in a hiss. "You and I both know that you liked watching me touch her." Andy pulls her close and she feels how much he was enjoying it. Sharon moans, her body reacting to the bulge she can feel fighting to get out.

"You were taking it too far," he tells her.

Sharon rolls her hips subtly, not enough for anyone to really notice, but enough for him to feel it. "Don't tell me how far I can take something."

Andy groans, his hand moving down to her ass, sliding against it quickly, glad that her back is away from the crowd. "Can we leave?"

She turns her head to his ear. "I'm not done with Brenda," she whispers.

"I'll make it worth it," he tries to persuade, his hard shaft pressing into her.

"I want Brenda," she tells him, her breath hot against his ear. He tries to move away, but she stops him, pulling him closer, her breasts against his chest, pressing hard through the satin material of her dress. "I want both of you," she says. "She wants me and you want me. I think everyone would benefit from it," she explains, her voice thick with arousal, dropping lower than usual.

"She's my boss." Even as he says it he can't deny that the idea is doing something for him.

Sharon feels him hardening further against him. "But you're thinking about it happening still. You want her, don't you?"

To anyone else this may have seemed like a trick question, one he'd be stupid to answer. But Andy knows Sharon, knows how she works, knows what turns her on. She isn't the jealous type, doesn't care if he sees other people sometimes, and is okay with him looking at other women. Sometimes she even shares an interest in the women he likes and they would share their fantasies while having sex. Sharon is very open with things like this, so he knows she expects an honest answer. Also, he knows she already knows.

"I do," he tells her simply.

Sharon smirks, looking up at Brenda, who is watching them. "Then you have to make it happen," she tells him, pulling away.

"Me?" Sharon nods, licking her lips as she looks at Brenda. "But it's you that she wants, not me. I think it would work better if you did it."

Sharon narrows her eyes. She didn't know what to do, which is why she wanted him to be the one to do it. She takes a deep breath, shakes her hair out and licks her lips. She walks away, not even saying a word to Andy, disappointed that he wouldn't just step up and do this for her. Brenda smiles at her as Sharon approaches. For a moment she thinks twice about what she's about to do, but she forces herself to keep on moving. Sharon sits down at the bar, her leg pressed against Brenda's.

"Is everything okay?" Brenda asks, sipping from her wine glass, glancing at Andy as he stands awkwardly at the same spot Sharon left him.

Sharon gulps back all her fear, looking into Brenda's bright brown eyes. She places her hand on Brenda's thigh and leans forward, watching the way Brenda's eyes move down to her chest. "I wanted to ask you something, but it's a rather private matter."

Brenda looks up into sparkling green eyes, licking her wide lips. "Do you want to maybe step outside?"

Sharon feels herself relax a little. "Sure," Sharon says, stepping down from her seat. "I'll just get my jacket."

"I'll come with you; I need to get mine as well." Sharon nods, walking with her to get their jackets. Sharon and Brenda get their jackets, Sharon leaving her clutch with Flynn and quickly whispering that she'd back before she left with Brenda into the winter air of Los Angeles. "So what did you want to ask me?" Brenda asks as she leans against the stonewall outside.

Sharon steps close to Brenda, her shoulder against the wall like Brenda's, her body close to Brenda's. "Inside earlier, while we were dancing, I sort of felt like you were..."

Brenda takes a step back, her cheeks turning a little red. "Whatever I did I didn't mean to."

Sharon narrows her eyes, crossing her arms. "You don't even know what I'm going to say."

"You sound like you're about to accuse me of somethin'," Brenda points out, standing up with her back straight, looking like she's ready to walk away.

"Well maybe if you would just listen to what I have to say you would know that's not what I was going to do," Sharon retorts, annoyed. Brenda rolls her eyes and Sharon lets out an exhausted breath of air. "Do you enjoy trying to start an argument with me so much that you can't even have a simple conversation?" Brenda goes to say something, but Sharon keeps speaking. "If you had just let me talk to you, you would know that arguing and accusing you is the last thing I wanted to do with you right now." Sharon starts walking away, but Brenda stops her, following her, her heels clicking on the concrete ground as she catches up to her, putting her hand on her hip.

"What do you mean by that?" Brenda asks, but Sharon doesn't answer; she doesn't even turn around to look at her. "Sharon?" Brenda's voice is soft, but demanding. Sharon turns around, looking at her. "What do you want to do with me?"

Sharon moves closer, taking that last risk and closing the space between their lips. Brenda doesn't respond, just stands there, her lips not moving as Sharon slowly kisses her lips. Sharon's about to pull away, feeling like she's just made a fool of herself, but then the hand on her hip tightens, pulling her closer. Sharon moans into Brenda's mouth when she starts to kiss her back. Brenda's lips taste like Merlot, dark fruits mixed with dark spices, and then there's the taste of Brenda's mouth itself. Sharon lets her tongue caress the crevices of her mouth, tasting her, reveling in the feeling of smooth velvety flesh against her tongue. Brenda's hand on her hip begins to grip tighter, squeezing as the blonde moans softly into the older woman's mouth.

Sharon pulls away, her eyes glassy as she looks into Brenda's eyes. Brenda's cheeks are flushed and her hand on Sharon's hip stays where it is. "Come home with me," Sharon requests boldly. "Well, with us."

Brenda looks like she's about to say yes until Sharon changes her requests. "With you and Lieutenant Flynn?" Sharon slowly nods. "I shouldn't," Brenda tells her quickly, removing her hand from Sharon's hip. Sharon looks at her for a second and then turns to leave again. "Wait!" Brenda stomps her foot. "You're not even gonna try to persuade me?"

Sharon can't help but smile as she turns back around with a raised eyebrow. "The kiss didn't do its trick? I must be slipping."

Brenda blushes, looking down at the ground. "I want to come," she admits, not looking at Sharon. "But Lieutenant Flynn – Andy – he..."

"Reports to you," Sharon suggests and Brenda looks up at her. "You don't have to worry about any of that. He won't look at you differently and he wouldn't treat you any differently. I don't want to push you into something you don't want to do, but we'd both really like it if you'd come back with us."

Brenda stares at Sharon for a moment, neither of them speaking. Brenda's head is saying this might be a bad idea, a really bad idea. But her overactive libido that's been ragging since Fritz's departure is telling her to just go, reminding her that's it's been too long since someone other than herself has pleasured her. Brenda opens her mouth to say she can't, but the words won't come out. Instead, she says: "I'll go."

"Are you sure?" Brenda nods. Sharon feels herself instantly gush, her body already working up just what she wants to do to those two when they get back to her apartment. "Well, let's get Andy then." Sharon holds out her hand to Brenda who in return takes it, letting Sharon lead her back inside.

TBC