Brenda/Sharon(4)
Zip Me Up
Sharon jumped back awkwardly when she walked into Brenda's bedroom and the blonde was only wearing her black, lacy bra and panties. "Oh," she gasped, turning around quickly to give her privacy.
Brenda smiled to herself. "You don't have to turn around," she told her as she continued looking through dress after dress.
Sharon cleared her dry throat and licked her equally dry lips. "You're barely wearing anything, I think I'll give you a little privacy while you finish up in there."
Brenda hummed to herself, picking out a black strapless dress with pink detailing. "I actually need your help. This zipper always gets a little stuck..."
Sharon turned around slowly, forcing her eyes to stay on the brown knowing eyes. Sharon knew Brenda knew how much she was attracted to her; they had an unspoken rule that they wouldn't do anything about it, but that didn't seem to stop Brenda from always finding ways to make Sharon feel like she would give up on that rule. She licked her lips again, coming all the way in.
"I just need you to zip me up," she told her, stepping into the dress and pulling it up, turning around so her back was to Sharon.
"Okay," Sharon gulped. Brenda moved her hair over her shoulder and sighed when she felt Sharon's warm fingers brush her skin. "Sorry," Sharon whispered, though she knew Brenda found no problem with the contact.
Once Brenda's dressed was zipped, she turned around and faced Sharon. "How do I look?" Brenda asked as she pretended not to notice that Sharon was already looking her over with an appreciative look in her eyes.
"Great," Sharon answered, trying to keep her voice even.
Brenda hummed, knowing other words were moving through Sharon's mind, though she wouldn't voice those. "Thanks," she said with a smirk, her hand reaching for Sharon's to lead her out of the room.
Sharon may have just zipped her up, but if she got her way, she would be doing just the opposite after dinner.
Suits
Brenda runs her teeth over her bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth as a soft sound forms in her throat. The paperwork on her desk has been momentarily forgotten. Brenda had looked up at the familiar sound of Sharon's heels, the sound different from any other woman. Her eyes are slowly raking up Sharon's form as the woman speaks to Lieutenant Tao outside her office.
She starts at the heels. She's wearing simple, yet completely sexy black stilettos, which only work at making those impossibly long, shapely legs look better. Brenda's eyes go up her legs, coming to the hem of the skirt that is dusting against the bottom of Sharon's knees. Brenda follows the curve of Sharon's ass, biting her lip, enjoying the way the skirt shows off one part of Sharon's body she loves to look at.
Sharon's jacket is open, exposing the silk blouse she's wearing. Brenda's eyes linger over Sharon's breasts, watching the rise and fall as her own chest starts to rise faster. One more button is open than usual, making Brenda want to see more even though she knows she can't. Her eyes move up Sharon's neck, over her jaw, stopping at her lips for a moment. She licks her lips slowly, gripping the pen in her hand tighter. She sees Sharon's lips form a smirk and she looks up, meeting Sharon's eyes, knowing the other woman has caught her staring.
Brenda's cheeks flush lightly as she looks away, standing up, gathering her things because she and Sharon are supposed to be heading to a meeting together. She shoves her things in her large tote and tucks her glasses in the neckline of her shirt. Sharon smiles as she watches her come out of her office, walking to her. They're silent as they leave together, leaving the room and heading to the elevators.
Sharon pushes the button and then looks at Brenda, smiling lightly. Brenda licks her lips and smiles in that adorable way she feigns shyness. Sharon leans closer to her. "I take it you like the suit," she husks.
Brenda's smile widens. "Of course I do," she says softly.
"I knew you would. I picked it out with you in mind," she tells her.
Brenda turns, looking over her again, an appreciative glint in her brown eyes. This is their thing. They flirt when they are alone. They tease each other when others are around. And Sharon wears things Sharon knows she likes on her because Sharon likes the way she looks at her when Brenda thinks she doesn't know.
"You look amazin'," she whispers with a wide smile on her lips.
The ding of the elevator breaks the intense gaze between them. Sharon smooths her hands down her abdomen and keeps her eyes forward as she whispers: "Just wait until you see what I'll be wearing tomorrow."
Sweat
Sweat droplets were sliding down her back and chest, making her a little more uncomfortable than she already was in the intense heat. Brenda pulled her blonde hair up into a loose bun and stretched her long neck from side to side before reaching for the screw driver, continuing what she had been doing. Her air conditioner had decided to stop working on one of the hottest days in the summer. She was wearing shorts and a tank top, but without the air conditioning there wasn't much use trying to stay cool.
Three raps against her door made her jump, efficiently banging her head against the large air conditioning system. She swore under her breath and stood, rubbing her fingers in soothing circles as she walked to the door. She was surprised to see Sharon Raydor on the other side, but even more surprised to see the way Sharon's eyes had yet to leave the exposed skin from where her shorts sat low on her hips and her shirt had risen.
Brenda cleared her throat and Sharon looked up, meeting her eyes, not even blushing or apologizing. Brenda liked that Sharon no longer hid she liked what she saw, but she was wearing old clothes and she was sweaty from the unbearable heat; she didn't think that deserved the intrigued look in those brilliantly green eyes, nor did she think it deserved the smirk.
"What are you doing here?"
Sharon licked her lips in that slow, 'look at me' kind of way she did; her tongue darted out, caressed her upper lip and then her bottom. Brenda felt the sweat starting to slide down her spine again. She mentally shook herself, clearing her throat.
"You forgot, didn't you?"
Brenda searched her brain before groaning a little, waving Sharon inside. "I'm sorry. My air conditioning isn't working and I meant to tell you I wouldn't be able to go out with you tonight."
Sharon followed Brenda into the living room. "We can do it another time. What's wrong with your air conditioning?"
Brenda moved back to the floor, sitting down in front of the air conditioner, looking up at Sharon. "I'm not really sure and I don't really want to pay to have someone fix it when I'm sure I can figure it out."
Sharon hummed as she set her things down on the sofa. "Maybe I can help you out," she said as she started unbuttoning her shirt.
Brenda swallowed thickly. "Wh-what are you doing?"
Sharon looked at Brenda, one of those amused looks in her eyes. "Taking off my shirt," she answered matter-of-factly.
Brenda knew that much. She was following the other woman's fingers as she slowly unbuttoned the buttons on her shirt. If she hadn't already been burning up, she would surely be starting to heat up now. "Why?" she asked.
Sharon stopped at the last button and then licked her lips, that slow, ridiculously sexy way she kept doing. "So I can help you. And if I have to stay in this house, I think it's a good idea that it comes off."
Brenda nodded stupidly, watching as Sharon unbuttoned the last button and pulled the shirt off. She was wearing a thin, body hugging white tank top. Brenda held back the moan that was forming in her throat. She looked away, turning to the air conditioner as she let out a few deep breaths.
Sharon lowered herself to the floor, her skirt coming high on her thighs. "So what seems to be the problem?" Sharon asked, leaning in towards Brenda.
Brenda licked her lips and met Sharon's eyes, momentarily captivated by the depth of them. "It, uh, won't come on and it made, uhm, this weird sound earlier."
Sharon smiled as she nodded, looking away. Brenda watched as Sharon inspected the air conditioner like she actually knew what she was looking for. Maybe she did. Brenda didn't care if she did or not. She was too busy admiring the curve of Sharon's spine, the swell of her ass as she bent over, and the sexy way the muscles in her arm started to contract as she started unscrewing things. She was lost in Sharon's body.
"Brenda," she heard Sharon say and whipped her head back up, her eyes big and sparkling as she looked at Sharon. Sharon licked her lips. "You're staring."
Brenda blushed and bit her lip, looking at the air conditioner instead. "What do you want me to do?"
"You can just watch," she said. "You seem to be good at that," she said sarcastically, smirking.
Brenda blushed a deeper shade of red. She was watching for a moment, passing things to Sharon when she asked for it, but she got distracted again. She was following a bead of sweat as it slid down Sharon's neck. She leaned forward watching it go over Sharon's clavicle, moving down to her breasts. Brenda bumped her head for the millionth time that day when she leaned forward, following the bead of sweat as it disappeared into the swell of the other woman's chest.
"You have one of the worst attention-spans," Sharon mumbled before her she wiped her chest with the back of her hand.
"I've never seen you like this before," she used as an excuse. "Of course I'm goin' to want to..."
"Stare," Sharon supplied, sitting up.
Brenda rolled her eyes, feeling self-conscious as Sharon's eyes raked over her body. "I was thinkin' 'admire'."
"Admire," Sharon repeated, amused. "Well, while you were admiring, I fixed your air conditioner," Sharon told her as she pressed the red button, starting it up.
Brenda sighed as a rush of air hit her. "Oh, thank you so much," Brenda gushed, smiling brightly.
"You're welcome."
Brenda looked at Sharon for a moment, her lip caught between her lip. "It's too bad, you know," she murmured.
Sharon licked her lips again, tilting her head. "Why's that?"
"I was enjoying watchin' you sweat," she admitted in a flirty tone as she reached over and trailed a finger over Sharon's neck.
Sharon licked her lips and leaned forward, her lips close to Brenda's as she smirked. "That can still be arranged," she husked, reaching over to turn the air conditioner back off as she met Brenda's lips in a heated kiss.
Chocolate
It is always hard to concentrate when you only have one thing on your mind. Sure, she could watch the way Sharon's mouth moved as she pronounced words so precisely that it sounded like she practiced them every day. And she could listen to that voice that was dripping honey into her ears. She could even let her eyes wander down, moving to the delicate skin that was visible below the hem of the skirt that had risen to rest on Sharon's thigh. But she wasn't really paying attention to the things she was saying.
Sharon closed her notepad and leaned back in her seat. "Okay, what is it today?" Sharon asked with an eyebrow raised a little.
Brenda furrowed her brow and fiddled with her pen, feigning ignorance. "I'm 'fraid I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout, Cap'n."
Sharon hummed in her throat. "I think we're past the place where that sort of answer works for me. The truth, Brenda. I want the truth."
Brenda bit her lip as she sat back in her seat, her fingers tracing the armrest. "I'm distracted," she answered honestly.
"Really? I would have never guessed," Sharon said sarcastically.
"If you're gonna act that way..."
Sharon sighed and shook her head, stopping Brenda. "What's on your mind?"
There were two answers to that question. One was completely inappropriate, so she went for the other. "Chocolate," she said sheepishly, looking away when Sharon smiled, amused. "I haven't had chocolate in two weeks. Two!"
Sharon uncrossed her legs and leaned forward on the desk. "Do you always get this distracted when you don't have chocolate?"
Brenda turned back to her, her eyes dropping the view of Sharon's cleavage before she gulped and tore her eyes away. "It's not just the chocolate," she admitted, her eyes drifting back down as she pulled her lip into her mouth.
"Oh," Sharon said, shifting a little. "I see." And she did. The look in those bright brown eyes was all she needed to see to know that all those times she thought Brenda's eyes were places they shouldn't have been – her breasts, her legs, her hips as she walked – they really were there, even though she told herself she had been imagining it.
Brenda noticed she was staring and looked away before standing. "Are we finished here?"
Sharon stood as well, reaching in her bag until she found what she was looking for. She walked over to the door, stopping in front of Brenda as she held out the chocolate, looking into the blonde's eyes. She had a thankful and eager look in her eyes.
Brenda was about to say thank you, but Sharon leaned in closer to her, her mouth close to her ear. Her breath was hot and Brenda had to squeeze her hand in a fist so she wouldn't pull away – or lean in, which was not a good idea. She could feel and hear Sharon take a deep breath and let it out.
"If it's your other cravings you want to satisfy, then all you have to do is let me know," she husked in her ear.
Brenda gulped and turned her head to Sharon, who only smirked as she opened the door and walked out, leaving Brenda with a look of surprise on her face and chocolate in her hand she didn't think she even wanted any more.