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SPOILERS FOR EPISODE S06E12 - HIGH TIMES
A/N: I'm not too happy with this chapter but somehow I've gotten a little distracted with the following one, so I hope this doesn't suck too bad.
ithinkyourewonderful: Haha, yeah, I would want Sharon Raydor to be my "boss" :P The Ding Dong is back to haunt her, a little, and the Pretzel M&M's make an appearance. Funny...here in Germany they're called 'Crisp'...cause there's no Pretzel in there. Anyhow, maybe this chapter will help you figure out where things are going :P Or maybe not, I kind of like that I apparently keep you guessing. Well, I hope you like the chapter, I'm a little nervous about it.
moxcar2010: They are so not over :) Don't worry, drama will ensue, "relationshipping" will commence and that is a promise.
tayryn: I know I keep repeating myself and I know I'm lame but I'm at chapter 19, I'm almost done and I've been trying hard to get the whole thing finished for the comm. I get distracted and I'm sorry. So, Ding Dongs sound pretty yummy...is it similar to anything? I'm curious, I really should try to get them from somewhere...There's a WalMart a couple towns from here, maybe they have them. I'm kind of embarrassed to never have eaten one :P Thanks for the description though, that helps :)
CaityBeloved: Hehe, Let's Get Physical, it's ridiculous in a way, right? I'm not sure if their truce will last, we'll have to wait for the new episodes I guess :P As for the 'something else' part, I suppose this chapter answers that question somewhat.
emmalil03: Wow, what a compliment! There are awesome stories out there, I just wish there were more writers - us few can't do all the work, damnit! This is a great fandom though, isn't it? And I really don't mind sucking if it means more people convert to B/S. Anyway, I hope this chapter sucks as well :)
ForeverCher: You don't like writing on your iPhone? damnyouautocorrect(dot)com - I'm just sayin'... :P You read the whole thing twice? Gee, I haven't read the whole thing twice. I'm in the process though so I can post on LJ. I would really recommend reading it thrice though...only good things can come of that, uh huh.
KDTB: Honey, I'm glad your fascination is reinvigorated :P I love how B/S interact and I'm always worried of ruining their "relationship", of crossing the line too often or something, it's a difficult dynamic. And you got that right, hehe, Sharon is Brenda's human candy bar, just ten times more packed with sugar. As for hanky panky in Sharon's office, well, here's an idea...
toomanycats: Brenda having any kind of self-restraint? Naaah. As for the lunch date, um, I have been tentatively planning one a couple chapters down the road but I'm not sure yet how to do it. If it happens, it will be after the whole Christmas episodes - hope that's not too long a wait, hmm. LOL, the singing cracked me up too, hehe - it's probably kinda ridiculous that I laugh at my own jokes but, yeah, it just had to be in the fic. And yes, Peach Chews are a real thing - they're hand-out candy. I used to get something like that from my doctor as a kid and I still kind of like those nasty things :P
healover: Ha! Ein Ösi, da freu ich mich aber :) I hope you're still reading and that you like the new chapter as well. It's not as porn-movie-scripty as the others but I do hope it delivers as well :) Anyway, I'm glad I have a new reader, yay and thanks for commenting!
myIllusion: You're the second one to ask about the lunch and now I feel compelled to go through with my idea instead of waiting around for the new episodes and, hopefully, the lunch. Ugh. I feel sorry for Fritz too, even though he doesn't know he's being cheated on. As for the love interest for Sharon, I've thought about that, and it does kind of fit in with something I've already written for a future chapter. Perhaps I will weave it in...and while I've been writing this an idea formed in my head. Gee, this damn story will never freakin' end, argh!
Well. Again, thank you guys for all the wonderful feedback, the writers among you will know how much it actually helps. You rock, big time!
Chapter Twenty-Five:
Bad Connection
"…and with our hiring freeze, I need every work-hour to be well spent, even if it means I have to move people to do it, like, say…you."
"M-me? Move me? Move me where?"
"I like to have people in their proper places," Chief Delk said. "You for example would make an excellent Assistant Chief of Operations."
In that moment, Brenda felt her carefully crafted, very comfortable world crumble. "That's Will Pope's job."
"And I would like somebody with a more hands-on experience in his position."
Oh…hell.
And Fritz? He greeted her with a glass of champagne when she got home that night.
The simple fact was that Brenda did not want that job, she had told Raydor so and she was planning on telling Delk as well. She had expected Fritz to figure that one out on his own, she had dropped enough hints, hadn't she? But Fritz kept dropping hints also as it was…
She didn't want to disappoint him, she knew he wanted her to take that job, she knew he wanted her out of harm's way and she knew he just hated Will Pope and the fact that they worked together on a daily basis.
He also hated Raydor still.
The worst part, as far as Brenda was concerned, was that she knew that Fritz knew that she did not want that job but that he wouldn't back down because he was placing his wants, not even needs, above hers. If it had been his job, Brenda wouldn't have minded as much but this was her life and she just despised the fact that her husband was suddenly turning on her.
As she had once told Raydor, as a woman, Brenda felt that she had earned the right to options and one of those should be to say 'no'. She would say no to Delk eventually but not to Fritz, at least not yet.
"Why do you want me in Will's job so bad anyhow?" Brenda asked over dinner, having decided to give him a chance.
"Because I don't want you chasing robbers and other armed criminals anymore. If you were Assistant Chief of Operations I wouldn't have to spend so much time worrying anymore."
The blonde had to admit that Fritz had a point…his point of view. Her job was dangerous and he had known that going in but her job was considerably less dangerous than the rest of the squad's.
"Like I know I will all day tomorrow while you're staking out some pot shop, waiting for a bunch of murderers to strike again."
Brenda truly started to resent the fact that Fritz was so close to the source now with being the official FBI liaison to the LAPD.
"Why can't you let the undercover detectives handle this?"
"Because I want these guys alive and SIA shoots first and asks questions never. And I'll be sitting in a surveillance van the whole time anyhow."
"And this van is going to be parked three blocks away."
Brenda nodded; of course.
"And the surveillance van is going to be parked three blocks away."
"Oh, for heaven's sakes, the surveillance van will be parked three blocks away." Two, but Fritz had to have calculated that in, knowing her as well as he did.
The next day, in the van, Brenda squinted at the screens set up in the back. Brenda sighed. "Can we move the van a little closer?"
Tao poked his head in. "Not without going inside."
Brenda knew she was doing it on purpose. So what? It was her job, she was responsible for this whole operation; she was here to do her duty and not abide to the law Fritz had attempted to lay down. Perhaps she was overdoing it but, and Brenda was not very proud of that fact, she felt not only hurt but also angered by her husband's demands.
She knew he worried about her safety but she also knew he worried about Will…and Raydor. It was her right though to choose and so she had chosen to park that surveillance van right across the street and not three blocks away.
Brenda sat on the lid of the toilet and searched through her purse.
She knew she had seen it just that morning…
It had to be there!
The blonde was about to give up when her fingers closed around the very last Peach Chew. Brenda stared at it for longer than one should stare at such things then sighed and leaned her head against the wall beside her.
She ate the Peach Chew with a stillness that one wouldn't expect when confronted with sugar but Brenda felt calmed by the flavor, by the scent and by the feel of the wrapper.
Fritz was out there and she would have to tell him that she wouldn't be taking that job, or rather, she would have to tell him to quit forcing his opinion on her. It was difficult enough as it was with Delk calling and 'visiting' Major Crimes, a division that was, in his opinion, completely superfluous.
Perhaps she shouldn't be this dramatic about it.
This whole damn Chief business was turning her whole life upside down and Fritz should be there to support her, he should be understanding and compassionate and talk her through all this, that's what husbands did, wasn't it?
And to top it all off, her mother had called about Christmas. She had left a message on the answer machine that they were planning on visiting.
The blonde sighed loudly and stood. She fussed with her hair and her clothes out of sheer irritation at having to go out there and tell her own husband what he already knew.
"Well," Fritz said from the kitchen. "You don't look too happy about all this."
Brenda rolled her eyes. "That's what Taylor said."
"What?" Fritz emerged from the kitchen.
"I said, why should I be happy about all this?"
"Because Delk is over the moon," he stated and sat down on the couch beside her.
Brenda didn't look up from her file, she already knew what he was thinking, she already knew where this conversation was going and she had decided, despite her earlier resolution in the bathroom, to wait for Fritz to bring it up because, after all, it was him who wanted something from her.
"You know what? I'm just gonna say it," Fritz dumped the file he had been reading on the stack of files on the table. "I don't like Will Pope. He still has feelings for you."
"That's ridiculous!" Good old-fashioned jealousy it was then. "That is absolutely not true. Fritzy, please don't-"
"You're the only one who doesn't see it and not only do I not like that you work with him, I don't like it that you spend more time worrying about what Pope wants than what I want!"
She wondered, briefly, if she had given him a reason for his jealousy, if he had noticed something off. "Well, that is absolutely not true."
"No?"
"No! When it comes to work I spend most of my time wonderin' about what I want and you and Pope just don't enter into it. And since you just told me something you don't like, here's something I just had, and that is when my husband tells me who I should be workin' with."
"That is not what I'm doing…"
"That's exactly what you're doing and! And you're tellin' me what job I should want when I'm happy where I am!" There, the simple truth she had been able to tell Raydor right to her face. "And the best way for me to hold onto my job is for Will to hold onto his."
"Well, that's not gonna happen."
We'll see about that, Brenda thought, because she had a plan. It may be somewhat morally reprehensible to use Will's feelings for her to get him to fight for his job but what else could she do?
And it wasn't like she hadn't been operating on the wrong side of the moral line lately anyway.
With the whole Raydor thing.
Perhaps she had been a little off lately and perhaps that was why Fritz's jealousy of Will was flaring up again.
Just her luck that it wasn't Pope she had slept with.
It started the next day with an empty bag of Pretzel M&M's and a dollar bill.
It was the end of the day, late in the evening and Brenda was practically alone at the office.
They had closed the case, she had talked to Will and had successfully avoided Delk when she decided to raid her candy drawer before going home. She needed M&M's to keep her going but she had finished that bag earlier.
Standing before the vending machine, she realized that it didn't have the Pretzel ones, just the peanut kind which, she figured, were better than none at all. Then the machine wouldn't take the bill, it came back out twice which was when Brenda prematurely lost her patience.
Slapping the machine, Brenda stomped to her office and fished the empty Pretzel M&M's bag out of the trash. She looked inside, tried to find a big enough crumb in there to justify licking it off her fingertip but found none.
Sighing, Brenda slumped back in her chair, the empty bag in one hand, a piece of chocolate in the other.
She ate the chocolate even though it wasn't what she wanted.
Her eyes lingered over the candy drawer as she nibbled on the chocolate to prolong it. Four Ding Dongs, she thought, but she always knew which of them was the one. Brenda hadn't dared eat it and she probably wouldn't anytime soon.
For some reason Brenda felt like stuffing the dollar bill into the empty M&M's bag which she then put into the candy drawer.
She looked at it for a bit, wondering about her own reasons but didn't dare question them.
That's how it started.
She started lying about things, in fact, she lied that very same day about the Chinese take-out she had gotten on her way home. She thought about that extra dollar in her purse before she fell asleep that night, thought about it when she woke up and thought about it when she put it in the M&M's bag.
She didn't buy the donut that she really wanted, she lied about what the shoes cost she bought two days later and just added another ten dollars to their price, she didn't buy the lipstick, walked right past the ice cream vendor, didn't even look at the pastry, avoided her favorite bakery and ate that candy she loved from China Town only once.
It was a mere week later that she felt the repercussions.
Sugar wasn't something Brenda could just quit, chocolate wasn't something she could just eradicate from her life, no because for Brenda chocolate was a permanent thing.
Looking into her almost empty candy drawer the blonde began to realize her mistake but refused to raid the M&M's bag and go to the vending machine.
There were still some loose gummi bears and a couple ice cups that she was kind of ambivalent about at that moment.
Of course, there was still the Ding Dong.
Brenda took it out carefully, delicately turned it over and over all the while bestowing a more than smoldering look upon it. For a moment Brenda allowed herself to remember, she hadn't yet dared to, and let her mind wander straight to where it wanted to.
Captain Sharon Raydor. Mmmh…
A small, lazy smile appeared on Brenda's face as she replayed exactly what Sharon had done to her during the third round.
They had agreed upon once – just that one time and never again after that but somehow, deep down inside, Brenda had hoped that maybe Sharon would call…
Another hot flash made her insides feel as if they were slowly turning to ashes and her chest, her neck, her back, everything dampened in response to it.
It was about 2.07 a.m., at least it had been the last time Brenda had looked over at the alarm clock.
2.09 – oh, for heaven's sakes!
She couldn't help it really, time was moving slowly and Brenda wasn't really sure whether to be grateful or annoyed. She had had no chocolate whatsoever for the past two days. None, zero, zilch, nada and it was starting to take its toll. The hot flashes weren't even the worst, Brenda thought, biting her lip, the worst was the irritability.
Not being a very patient person to begin with, Brenda found herself with a very short fuse and sometimes an even shorter attention span lately. Sometimes, at the very most inopportune moments she imagined chocolate melting against her lips, melting on her tongue and she herself melting at the very taste of it.
God!
The sweetness, the smooth texture, the smell of it, the warmth it elicited in her belly, the euphoria it created, how it made her heart beat faster, how it soothed and calmed her down when she had had a stressful day, giving her a release for all this tension.
Oooh!
While she was lying there, sweating, fidgeting, gnawing on her lower lip, clenching the sheets, Brenda began to realize that this whole abstinence thingy just wasn't her thing.
She also didn't have any real reason for quitting.
No one had asked her to.
Her resolve crumbled like a Butterfinger Crisp.
Brenda slid out of bed as quietly as she possibly could and tiptoed into the kitchen after making sure that Fritzy was and stayed asleep. She opened a drawer where she thought she had hidden a Ho Ho or two but then remembered that she had eaten those a week ago for breakfast. Ice cream it was then.
She opened the freezer – there was only strawberry left! Why hadn't she thought of telling Fritz to buy more?
Sighing, Brenda ripped the carton open and stared inside.
What was left was, simply put, pathetic and only one person in this household would consider that a serving. If it had been Brenda, she would've finished the ice cream off.
She grabbed a spoon anyway, put syrup directly into the bucket, added some peanut butter for good measure…then she saw the Nutella and decided that it couldn't really hurt either. She mixed the ingredients to a blob of goo and wolfed it down.
Brenda's lower lip trembled as she stared into the empty carton, her eyes watered without her consent and she was very nearly about to end up crying when her mood improved dramatically upon remembering the Ding Dong she had in her purse.
It was the Ding Dong and she only had it in her purse because Detective Gabriel had knocked and in her panic she had thrown it in there.
The Raydor Ding Dong…but for the moment she couldn't care less.
Abandoning the ice cream carton, Brenda went in search of her purse. She had put it on a chair at the kitchen table when she had gotten home and had accepted the glass of wine Fritz had held out to her.
She grabbed her purse, slumped down onto the couch and dug into it. She shoved its complete content to one side then to the other until she emerged victoriously with the Ding Dong in her hand. She caressed the silver wrapping with the tips of her fingers as she sucked her lower lip into her mouth in anticipation.
Slowly Brenda drew her legs up onto the couch and leaned back, bringing the Ding Dong to her nose, inhaling. As delicately as she could possibly be, she drew the wrapping aside until she held the most perfect, the epitome of all chocolate cakey treats with the tips of her fingers. The chocolate had started melting by the time Brenda brought the cake to her lips.
She let them touch it for a moment, dared to lick with the tip of her tongue and then she bit into it.
The flavor of dark chocolate immediately flooded her senses, the sweet cake, the even sweeter filling, its texture heavenly velvety on her tongue. Brenda's eyes closed and she moaned in absolute pleasure.
Oh, yes…
It was exactly…exactly what she had needed.
Brenda gathered some of the filling on her fingertip and licked it off, another moan bubbling up, a tingly feeling spreading through her stomach, robbing her of all breath.
That little cake, as simple as it was, was exactly what she had needed and how silly had it been of her to deny herself such pleasure? Sometimes Brenda just needed certain things and why should she suffer when she could easily have them?
A lazy smile overtook Brenda's features as she brought the cake to her lips again.
"Mmm…" Perfect.
She reached out for her purse before she could think much of it and pulled out her cell phone then she simply wrote "Call me." and hit the send-button.
As soon as she had done so, Brenda went very still and stared at the phone.
And then she simply bit into the cake again.
Maybe she had to be weaned off? Maybe she needed this for just another night? Maybe she needed to tease herself with the mere idea of it again. Wallow in it, abandon herself to it for just a little while longer.
She imagined that this was how a budding addict felt. On the verge of falling off the wagon, knowing it too but too tempted to hold onto something.
Brenda put the last bit of the Ding Dong into her mouth, licked her fingers clean and chewed very, very slowly to savor it.
And jumped as her cell phone vibrated.
Brenda picked it up, fumbled and took the call. "…hello?"
"Hello." The voice on the other end replied.
The blonde blinked rapidly, swallowed, bit her lip, incapable of uttering even a single word.
"First you tell me to call and then you won't talk to me…"
A tiny sound escaped Brenda's lips as she realized that she had to say something and soon. "I didn't mean now!" She hissed. "I thought you were asleep!"
"I was," Sharon replied evenly, her voice rough from sleep. "Until my phone rang."
Brenda all but growled into the phone – that woman!
"Okay," Sharon said, "I'm going to hang up now."
"No, no, no, no, no! Don't hang up!" Brenda scrambled to her feet. "Don't you hang up now." She looked around.
The bathroom?
The guestroom?
She picked up her purse and went out the front door in her pajamas and all. Looking around for prying eyes, Brenda hurried to her car, unlocked it, hopped inside and closed the door.
"You still there?"
"Yes," the brunette replied tiredly, and also a little unnerved. "Why the urgent need for a phone call? I gather it has absolutely nothing to do with work."
Brenda curled up in her seat and stared out of the passenger side window. "I just…" Heart pounding within her chest, the blonde decided to go with the truth. "I…I guess I've been thinking about you lately." All that candy she day-dreamed about, all the chocolate she had cravings for, all the sugar she was lusting after. "I've been thinking about you a lot."
Sharon took a rather large breath on the other end and Brenda felt a slight trace of panic at the possibility that the brunette might tell her that she was being silly, that they had an agreement but the fact that Sharon had called her immediately after receiving her message reassured her somewhat.
"You have been on my mind as well."
The needs for the things Sharon had given her were still there, they had always been there and Brenda hadn't known before that there was a person who could take care of them all.
"I knew it…" The blonde let out a tiny laugh. "Your silly plan didn't work out at all, now did it, Miss Congeniality?"
Sharon scoffed. "No one forced you to participate."
"You wore me down," Brenda murmured then added as an afterthought, "you should've just done as I said and we wouldn't be in this mess now."
"And miss out on a night of amazing-"
"Don't talk about that!" Brenda interrupted. "Don't-"
"Amazing sex," Sharon said loudly, intent on saying her piece. "If you don't want to talk about that then why did you ask me to call? To have a…girly chat in the middle of the night? Talk about your new shoes?"
Brenda scoffed a little embarrassed. She nibbled on the tip of her finger that still tasted faintly of chocolate. "You're awful," she said suddenly, surprising herself. "I don't even know why I-" The blonde clamped her mouth shut and released a shuddering breath through her nose.
"Why you what?" Sharon asked on the other end of the line, her voice still gravelly from sleep, the effect only enhanced by her impatience.
And there Brenda was again, about to choose between right and wrong – hanging up and never talking to the woman again or telling her exactly what she had been thinking about. Somehow Sharon always made her choose wrong, perhaps it had something to do with the woman's general ability to inspire the worst in people, or rather the worst in Brenda.
"You're so awful, I don't even know why I want you so much." Brenda closed her eyes tightly, hugged her stomach with one arm and curled up on the seat while she listened to Sharon's breathing on the other end.
"And you're the most impossible person I know and there's no logical reason why I would want you as much as I do."
They, simultaneously, released a shuddering breath and then Brenda just listened to the slightly louder puffs of air transmitted only through sound. Sharon was probably doing the same, she thought and wondered if Sharon was also thinking the same thing she was.
Brenda's mind, as unorganized and sometimes unwilling to bend to her will as it was, currently leafed through the whole catalogue of images she had not dared look at up until that very moment. She remembered clearly how Sharon's hands had felt on her skin, how the woman had spread them out to greedily grasp as much of her flesh as she could.
How her touch, needy, demanding and sure, had enabled Brenda to let go. Her grasp on control had slipped and all pressure had evaporated, all responsibilities had faded away.
"So…" Sharon murmured eventually. "Why did you want me to call?"
Brenda released another shuddering breath. "I'm not sure…"
"…where are you?"
"In my car…in my driveway."
She heard Sharon chuckle quietly on the other end. "Are you alone?"
Brenda grinned. "I am." She waited for the question one would expect in a situation like this but Sharon didn't ask about her state of dress.
Instead Brenda heard her breath hitch and the woman took another moment before she spoke. "I want to sleep with you again," she stated evenly as if reading the most boring headline of a newspaper and then it just rushed out of her, "And it's driving me crazy because I think about it constantly."
"All the time?" Brenda asked in a whisper.
"I just said that, didn't I?"
The blonde rolled her eyes and drew her legs up onto the seat, letting the silence engulf them for a bit. Nibbling contemplatively on a fingertip, eyes tracing the edges of the shadows in the car, Brenda felt a sense of dichotomy but then, casting aside all second thoughts, she closed her eyes and said barely above a whisper, "The way you touched me…I can't stop thinkin' about it…" Brenda let out an embarrassed chuckle as she realized that she had indeed just said that.
Sharon however, said nothing, she just breathed into the phone.
"You made me feel things…"
"Things you've never felt before?" The brunette finished mockingly.
Brenda wouldn't let herself be discouraged. "Things I haven't felt in a long time and I didn't think I still could." She closed her eyes and sighed a little.
"Can you come over?"
Brenda bit down on her lip, on her initial answer and took a mighty breath. "We shouldn't take a risk like that, we should wait and meet in a hotel again…but not the same one. And we'll have to wait till Fritz is out of town and I better not call you too often-"
"Brenda, I know how to hide things."
There was a pause then Brenda uncurled a bit in her seat; she had the opportunity to end it there but wasn't ready yet. She needed to hear her voice for a bit longer, that was all. "What hotel would you like to go?"
"Does it matter?"
Brenda bit her lip. "Right now it does…"
Sharon sighed on the other end of the line and the blonde knew that she was merely indulging her by answering. "The Renaissance Hotel."
"Why there?"
"It's a nice hotel, that's all."
"I would want to stay at the Redbury once."
"Then let's go there next time."
The blonde closed her eyes again and thought of how good Sharon would look in one of the Redbury's beds. A little noise escaped her lips, just a tiny one, barely audible but she knew Sharon had caught it.
"I want you to come over."
Brenda squeezed her thighs together. "I can't."
"I want to touch you." Sharon had known all along, hadn't she? "I want to kiss you again, taste you and smell you."
"I want that too," Brenda whispered.
Sharon whimpered suddenly, the feeble, vulnerable sound in stark contrast to her husky voice. "I want to be inside you again."
The blonde swallowed and squeezed her eyes shut tightly; she pictured it in her mind's eye, relived that glorious moment when Sharon had entered her fully for the first time. "I want you inside me, I've been thinkin' about it all the time even when I tried not to."
"Brenda…"
The blonde released a breath and clutched at her pajama bottoms.
"I want you, now."
Brenda sucked her lower lip in and bit down on it, letting the words caress her, sizzle along her spine. Sharon almost had her now, soon she would start the car and drive the ten minutes and then make the woman take her, really take her, so that this time she wouldn't crave it again.
Sharon breathed noisily into the phone for a moment then there was a brief silence. "I don't know what it is about you but I have never wanted anyone the way I want you."
The blonde's lips formed a silent 'oh'.
"Brenda…"
And then she heard Sharon's breath hitch.
"Wh-what are you doin'?" Brenda asked slowly, quietly.
"…what do you think?" Sharon's voice wavered.
The blonde took a startled breath, her jaw dropped as she heard that gentle sigh and that small, strangled whimper that she was all too familiar with. Brenda's eyes darted to the house and then she turned in her seat, stared out of the driver's side window for a moment, wide-eyed, a flush spreading over her features and then she clawed at the drawstrings of her pants.
"Wait…wait," she whispered breathily as she shoved her hand into her underwear. Brenda gasped as her fingertips slid through wetness and pressed her thighs together, startled by the intensity of what she was feeling.
"I can't stop thinking about that night," the woman said with an almost hoarse voice. "We have to meet soon or I will lose my mind."
Brenda bit her lip and willed her eyes open which took a much greater effort than anticipated since the mere voice of the woman sent a shiver down her spine. For a moment Brenda glanced back at her house then squeezed her eyes tightly shut again. "I've already lost it…" She didn't say anything else, she just listened to Sharon while the other woman was apparently listening to her.
She didn't need words, all she needed was her memories, to recall the night of passion they had shared.
Brenda glanced about the neighborhood through half-lidded eyes that she squeezed right shut after the brief sweep. She pushed a finger inside, slowly, and she imagined it was Sharon between her legs.
The blonde flushed with embarrassment and bit down on her lip, chasing those images away, images of that woman.
"Oh, god," Sharon whimpered. "What did you just do?"
Brenda tried to be still, to not move but she couldn't. She also realized in that same instance that she had indeed made a noise that could have very well been a moan. "I…" She couldn't say it.
"Tell me," the brunette insisted huskily.
"I—I thought…about you, inside me," she stumbled over the words.
"And you did it, didn't you? You-"
"Yes," Brenda said quickly, not even wanting Sharon to say it out loud. "Yes…"
"Oh, god," she whimpered again and the blonde found her hips move involuntarily at that. The woman's velvety voice had always fascinated her but the things it could do to Brenda in situations like these were downright criminal.
The blonde turned her head a little more to the left and bit her bottom lip, she breathed out shakily, her shame forgotten, at least for the moment, as she pushed her finger inside just that little bit deeper. She whimpered and opened her eyes. "Talk to me," she said and glanced back at the house in fear of being discovered.
"I've been thinking about-" Sharon's breath hitched and Brenda tried to imagine what she could possibly be doing that would elicit such a response. "I've been thinking about our night together."
"…me too." The blonde melted into her seat, the world fading away.
"The way you felt…h-how hot and mmh, soft you were. Your scent lingered in that room for so long and I, and I wanted to crawl back into that bed but I didn't," Sharon took a strangled breath that did nothing to calm her down. "And the way you tasted, oh, god…oral sex," she said, "I like it."
"You do?" Brenda wondered, her voice high and nasal as she clawed at the seat with one hand and caressed her clit with the other.
"I could do that to you for hours," Sharon stated gravelly.
"Hours?" The blonde asked, slightly alarmed yet aroused at the prospect as well.
"Hours. Mmmh…"
Brenda's eyes opened then rolled back as she imagined Sharon humming like that between her legs. Suddenly the blonde felt very close to coming, it just came over her like it had done many times when with her Captain. She bit down on her lip and tried to breathe evenly, tried to stop herself from moving her hand any faster, from moving her hips just so.
"Not yet!" Sharon said sternly on the other end.
Not yet? Brenda wanted to wail but instead said, "Then stop talkin', for heaven's sakes!"
"I'm just doing what you ordered me to do, Chief Johnson," she responded with a surprisingly clipped tone of voice.
Brenda licked her lip and stilled her hand for a moment, gathering the last bit of sanity she had left. "…ooooh, woman!" She said, not meaning it because it had either been that or 'I need you' and the latter would have been decidedly much worse.
Sharon chuckled huskily, her breathing labored.
"Be quiet!" Brenda tried, losing the battle as she pushed her finger inside again even though she had tried not to and pressed her palm against her clit.
"Or what?" The brunette asked shakily yet Brenda couldn't help but admire her self-control. "Are you going to come over here and make me, say, kneel before you and give it to you right there in my doorway, Chief?"
"Just…just stop talkin'!"
"What are you doing?"
"Touchin' myself," Brenda answered without thinking.
"That much I gathered," Sharon managed to say evenly through her heavy breathing. "I'm doing it too—"
"I know."
"—and I keep thinking that you could've been right here, right now if you had just done as I said. We could be having sex right now, in my bedroom and I could be going down on you and make you come like you've never come—"
"You're so full of yourself," Brenda interrupted and glanced out of the window again, just to make sure, stilling her hand. She closed her eyes, the brunette's harsh breathing filtering through her fear. She felt her body go slack with adrenalin.
"Sharon," the name fell from her lips just like that. "I want you so bad, I don't know what to do with myself!" She cracked, the pressure fell away, her Captain would take care of things, wouldn't she?
"Oh, god, Brenda, I'm going to come…"
The blonde squeezed her legs together around her hand and wailed in pleasure. "Me too."
"Not yet!" Sharon said with a strained voice.
Brenda pushed her finger inside, her warm and wet palm sliding against her clit as she reached up and took a hold of the phone. "Oh, screw that!"
Sharon took a deep breath then there was silence. Brenda squeezed her eyes shut and moved her hips yet holding back with all her might then she heard Sharon gasp like she had heard her gasp before and felt a smug grin flit over her features. "I win," the blonde said, the words mostly drowned out by the brunette's strangled moan.
"Oh, yes, Brenda…"
The blonde's eyes rolled back and she almost glided off the seat as her walls locked around her finger. She pictured Sharon lying in bed, her hand lodged between her legs, her toes curled and her back arched in pleasure.
Brenda moaned without meaning to, she had wanted to be quiet but found that she couldn't stop the small, little whimpers and the woman's name tumbling from her lips.
She wasn't quite sure how long it took the pleasure to ebb somewhat and her breathing to slow a bit but it was longer than Brenda would have anticipated. She realized she was clutching the phone in her hand and lifted it slowly back to her ear.
"Brenda?" Sharon asked at once.
The blonde wetted her lips that had gone dry. "Yes…"
"Well." The brunette said slowly, the word sounding too carefully pronounced. "That was…um…"
"Interestin'," Brenda supplied.
"I was going to say 'something else' but I suppose 'interesting' fits just as well."
They went quiet and the blonde hoped that the silence wouldn't turn embarrassing, that Sharon would say something before that could happen because she had nothing to say, she merely blushed as she pulled her hand out from between her legs.
"Call me when your husband will be gone again and we can talk about where we'll meet next, yes?"
Brenda nodded to herself. "I'll think about it."
"No," Sharon responded with that little edge in her voice. "You're not going to think about it. You are going to call me when your husband is out of town."
The blonde swallowed and glanced at the house. "I will, I will, okay?"
"Good."
"Well…" Brenda flushed as she wiped her hand on her pajama bottoms. "Um, thank you for, I mean, um…"
"The word you're looking for is 'goodbye'."
"Right," the blonde bit her lip and rolled her eyes at herself. "Night, Cap'n…I mean, Sharon."
She heard Raydor chuckle on the other end of the line. "Goodnight, Brenda," she said.
And hung up.
~TBC~
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