Prompt: gaming/watching a movie

Supremely annoyed, Sharon leaned across the couch and snatched the iPad out of Brenda's hands, flipping the case shut and tucking it where Brenda couldn't grab it back without reaching across Sharon's body.

"Hey!" Brenda protested. "I was about to take my turn!"

"You mean, you were about to take my turn," Sharon corrected. "You've been using up my turns in Words With Friends for weeks. My daughter thinks I've had a personality transplant because our vocabularies are completely different, not to mention you played the word 'queef' and then left me to deal with her outraged messages."

Brenda didn't respond, tilting her head down and away and crossing her arms over her chest.

"I told Andrea that I would prep you for this trial," Sharon said reasonably - to a woman that often resented attempts at reason. Brenda Leigh Johnson was much more comfortable relying on instinct than Sharon was, which was a big part of their early failures at communication.

Even through the curtain of Brenda's blonde hair, Sharon could see the scowl that transformed her face at the mention of the DDA.

"I don't wanna do trial prep. We always hang out on Fridays," insisted Brenda sulkily.

"I'd rather hang out, too, Brenda, but I though you'd appreciate doing this with me versus spending a large chunk of your weekend at the office doing it with Andrea."

Brenda turned her head, and Sharon was forced to confront that scowl head on. Sharon couldn't understand why Brenda was upset about the change of routine. They spent most Fridays on Sharon's couch, yes. And some other nights, too. They would crack a bottle of wine and pig out and watch something or chit chat. Sometimes Brenda would go home, other times she fell asleep on the sofa and Sharon would prod her into the guest room. It was low key and comfortable, but not exciting. Although Sharon sort of adored that Brenda had shouldered her way in to Sharon's life and made herself comfortable, she hadn't thought that their routine was something Brenda looked forward to - she had thought it something to pass the time now that Brenda was mostly single again.

"Our Fridays are important to me," Brenda asserted, no longer sulky, her eyes boring in to Sharon's like she was begging Sharon for some sort of recognition.

Sharon only had to ask herself 'recognition of what?' before she realized what Brenda's insistent eyes (and insistent presence in her life) were telling her. Sharon decided that maybe she should take a page from Brenda's book and trust what her instincts were telling her. She scooted closer to Brenda, their thighs weren't quite touching, but Sharon could feel the other woman's body heat through the fabric of her drawstring pants and Brenda's skirt. Placing a tentative hand on Brenda's upper arm, she had to remind herself to breathe.

"I didn't realize," she said softly. "I just like having you around - it doesn't particularly matter what we're doing."

"Oh," Brenda breathed, her gaze flicking down to Sharon's lips, or maybe it was to the cleavage exposed by Sharon's camisole and cardigan. "Well, that's ok then. It's just," she began, then flushed and look down at her hands. "It makes me jealous when you talk about DDA Hobbs," she blurted out in a rush of words.

Sharon couldn't help it; her jaw dropped.

"She really likes you, I can tell. And she's probably more of a sure thing than I am, and lord knows I'm hard enough to deal with under the best of circumstances, let alone in a relationship, but I really, really like you and I want to be more than just your friend, and I definitely don't want her to be more than your friend."

Brenda was babbling. Brenda was jealous of Andrea Hobbs. Brenda wanted to be more than friends. Sharon grinned, certain that they could work out the details later; plus, they still had trial prep to complete. Andrea Hobbs would kill them both if Brenda blew her testimony next week.

Leaning in, heedless of the stream of words Brenda was still spouting, Sharon pressed her lips to Brenda's. Brenda emitted a tiny, surprised squeak, then Sharon found herself being kissed quite enthusiastically. When they broke apart, the blonde woman was sporting a slightly dazed, but glowing smile. Sharon was smiling too, but they had work to do.

"This doesn't get you out of trial prep, Brenda Leigh."