Sharon, implacable as always, insisted upon clearing the table, batting Brenda's wandering hands aside as she loaded the dishwasher, and put the leftovers in Tupperware.
"I promise I'm going to take full advantage of having you here, just as soon as I wipe the counter."
"You're impossible. I just want to feel you, against me, inside me, I want to be inside you, and you're wiping up crumbs." Brenda pouted, the weight of the day still heavy in the back of her mind. Delk's visit had rattled her, but Sharon's reaction had been equally unsettling.
Sharon carefully hung the cloth over the center divider in the sink, and quickly rinsed her hands, before turning to face Brenda.
"Do you know how old I am, Brenda?" She asked, her voice quiet.
"What? Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?" Brenda leaned against the island, crossing her arms.
"I have been living alone, well, with my children, or alone, for quite a long time. As you love to point out, I am bound to routine at work, and it's not so different here, in my home. You've turned many things upside down for me, but if you want me to truly focus on you, to be present with you, tonight, you have to meet me halfway. I don't adapt to change well. And you are very different." Sharon moved closer to Brenda as she spoke, wrapping her arms around the younger woman's waist to soften her words.
"You mean, me naked on top of you wouldn't be enough to distract you from a sink full of dishes?" Brenda half-joked.
Sharon grabbed a fistful of blonde hair, and pulled Brenda into a searing, breathless kiss, before spinning her, and marching her towards the stairs.
"Who said you'd be on top?" Her voice was low, and Brenda felt the promise in her tone.
Sharon herded Brenda up the steps, keeping a hand on her lower back, and once they crossed the threshold to the bedroom, she tangled the fabric beneath her fingers into a fist, and tugged her back against her, brushing her hair aside, and kissing the nape of her neck.
Brenda leaned back against Sharon, relishing in the surprisingly sturdy strength of the body behind her. But Brenda wanted to control this interaction. Her entire day, people had been making decisions for her, about her, instead of her. She whirled and pressed her lips to Sharon's with a bruising ferocity, her tongue swiping out, stroking in to Sharon's mouth. Sharon's hands came around, grasping, but Brenda batted them away, breaking the kiss long enough to divest Sharon of her shirt, and bra, twirling the diamond hard nipples between her fingers. She let her lips map a path down the column of Sharon's throat, nipping, licking, and sucking hard enough to mark, once she got below clothes level. Sharon arched her back as Brenda licked the swell of her breast, her teeth teasing the sensitive flesh, and whimpered as the flat of Brenda's tongue swept over her nipple, before continuing down to the valley of lightly freckled skin, and up the crest of the other breast. Brenda put her hands on Sharon's hips, and walked her backwards towards the bed, letting the mattress knock into the back of the older woman's knees, pushing her to sit, and then Brenda dropped to the ground in front of Sharon, pressing her thighs apart with a little more enthusiasm than usual. Sharon looked down at Brenda, as she shoved the material of the skirt up, leaning back to allow the fabric to bunch at her waist. This wasn't quite what she expected, but as Brenda's tongue teased the lace edge of her panties, she figured that maybe she didn't have to go first this time. Brenda hooked her fingers into the jewel-toned silk, and pulled it quickly down and off, retracing the path back up with her tongue. Sharon gasped at the first swipe of heat against her, tangling her fingers in Brenda's hair. Brenda let her tongue wander, never holding still long enough to do anything but arouse, and maybe frustrate, holding the skirt up and out of the way. Sharon tightened her hold on the blond locks in her fist, and hooked a leg over Brenda's shoulder, drawing her in with gentle pressure. She felt the sting of teeth against her most sensitive part, and cried out, hips bucking forward, as Brenda laved the spot with her tongue, soothing.
Sharon could feel a slow burn building in the small of her back, as the light, teasing flicks, and then, the surprising deep, drawing sucks against her heated skin brought her ever closer to the edge. Brenda could feel the change in her lover's tempo, the slight tug on her hair as Sharon moved against her mouth, and she brought one hand down to push into the ready wetness, three fingers at once. Sharon clenched tightly around her, a low moan escaping, as she hooked her other leg over Brenda's other shoulder, both hands now clutching at Brenda's hair. Brenda focused her tongue with laser like focus on Sharon's bundle of nerves, fast hard strokes of her tongue, the tightening of the muscles around her fingers telling her that there wasn't long to go, she sucked hard, letting her teeth graze the tiny hood, and Sharon came hard, warmth and wet coating Brenda's face and hand, as she drew out the pleasure, relishing the jerks and spasms, as she slowly removed her fingers. She sat back on her heels, and looked up at Sharon, who was leaned back on her elbows, breathing rapidly, but staring at Brenda with a gaze so intense, Brenda couldn't help but shiver. She met those flashing eyes, and then slowly, deliberately, slipped each damp digit into her mouth, before standing, and shucking off her own clothes.
Sharon stood also, slowly lowering the zipper of her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, stepping over it, to press her body against Brenda's, as she leaned in, tracing her tongue through the slight sheen around Brenda's mouth. Brenda let out a low groan, as a surge of heat pulsed through her, at the sensation of Sharon cleaning her face like this. When Sharon dragged her tongue over Brenda lips without preamble, Brenda opened, and Sharon licked into Brenda's mouth, the taste of her own sex, and Brenda's dark flavor combining into something heady. She led Brenda to the bed, gently pressing her supine, before arching over her, dragging their breasts together, pressing a thigh against damp blond curls.
She lowered her head, licking smoothly along Brenda's jawline, sucking gently on her earlobe, and whispered; "Tell me what you want."
Brenda pushed her head back into the pillow, so she could look into Sharon's eyes. The intensity was still there, but up close, she could see something else, a kind of understanding that left her reeling. Sharon was letting her decide, Brenda realized. Somehow, she knew that Brenda was feeling slightly out of control, and she was giving it back in the best way she knew how. So Brenda kissed her, so that words she wasn't ready to say, didn't come falling from her lips. Sharon let the kiss stay gentle, then broke away, kissing along Brenda's neck.
"Tell me, Brenda. Do you want my fingers? Or my mouth? "She murmured against the skin of Brenda's shoulders, before leaning down to wrap her lips around a taut nipple.
Brenda wriggled beneath her, rearranging their bodies so that they met, at center, and she whimpered, a little, at the wet heat mingling with her own. Sharon rolled her hips, and moved up a little higher, finding the best angle for both of them, then pressed forward again. Brenda gasped, and pulled Sharon into another kiss, as her own hips set a steady rhythm. Sharon's breasts swept sensually over Brenda's, and Brenda arched into the contact, as Sharon's tongue moved slowly against her own. Sharon picked up the pace, pressing down with her hips, and Brenda squeezed her thighs tightly against the slender body between them, leveraging up against the slick rasp of curls against her overheated skin. Sharon moved sinuously atop of her, her hands and lips everywhere at once, touching, kissing, and then pinching both of Brenda's nipples at once, which sent the younger woman spiraling into orgasm, and Sharon pressed their lips together, swallowing Brenda's moans, as the sudden spread of heat against her tipped Sharon over the edge as well, sighing into the kiss.
Sharon shifted, readying herself to roll to the side, but Brenda held her close, her face nestled in the space between Sharon's neck and shoulder. Sharon supported herself on her elbows, trailing her fingers through Brenda's hair, in a pleasant haze.
"I'm sorry." Brenda whispered, her eyes closed tightly.
"What are you apologizing for?" Sharon asked, pressing a kiss to a slightly sweaty temple.
"For before. It's just…all day, it was hurry up and wait, and people telling me what to do, and not having any control over my morning, or my "coming out" to the new Chief…I just overreacted to the dishes. And then, once we got up here…" Her voice was small as it trailed off.
"Once we got up here, you reminded me that here, in this room, I'm Sharon, not Captain Raydor, and I don't always have to go first. And then you proved that you are an extremely quick study." Sharon laughed a little, at the indignant sniff that garnered.
"It took this long for me to be a quick study?"
"Well, no. But, you have to admit, this was different."
"I know. I hope that you aren't sore later." Brenda winced at the possibility.
"If I am, it'll be a good sore. Slow isn't always the way to a girl's heart, Brenda. If I wasn't okay with what you were doing, I wouldn't have let you do it. So don't even worry about that." Sharon rolled off, tucking Brenda's body against hers.
"You always know what to say. That takes some getting used to." Brenda reached for the comforter, pulling it over them.
"Of course I do." Sharon teased, as she adjusted the pillow beneath her head.
"You're awful, you know that, right?"
"Mm. So I've heard. Also, I apparently at one point, was "wicked" as well. But you wouldn't know anything about that, I'm sure."
Brenda had the good grace to blush. "That was…before."
"Before you realized that you were attracted to me?"
"Before I got to know you. I was attracted to you even then, I think. I'm pretty sure that's why I fought against you so hard. Because it was either that, or acknowledge that you had an effect on me that nobody else had."
Brenda dropped a kiss on Sharon's shoulder, then kissed her lips, gently.
"At least Provenza gave you a broom. We weren't totally heartless."
Sharon snorted indelicately, recognizing the subject change for what it was. "Well, yes. Thank heavens for Louie Provenza, and his tact and chivalry when it comes to unpleasant cartoons."
Brenda chuckled. "And a hat. And a little blowing-away house. It was a good picture, but they got your legs all wrong."
"Again, with you and my legs. I'm starting to think you've been checking them out for longer than you're copping to."
Brenda shrugged. "Possible. But I'll never tell." She hid a yawn behind Sharon's shoulder.
"Indeed." Sharon closed her eyes, warm under the covers.
"Falling asleep on me already?"
"Need I point out, you yawned first, Brenda. Also, you're back on duty tomorrow. I'm only looking out for your interests, of course. If you don't get enough sleep, you might shoot Pope when we have to speak to him. And I'd rather not have to investigate you anymore. At least, not at the office." Her voice took on a sultry tone.
"I only harbor violent tendencies when he's flirting with you. Somehow, I suspect that won't happen tomorrow, because he'll be too busy trying to figure out when we got together, and how he missed it."
"He missed it, because he's an idiot. It's not as though I've kept my lifestyle under total lock and key. Flynn knew."
"Andy?" Brenda was surprised. "He never said a word. I knew because I saw you a few years back, when I was out with Fritz. You were a few tables away, sitting across from a woman with dark hair, and great cheekbones, and I didn't think anything of it, until she leaned over the table and kissed you, and you kissed her back. Fritz kicked me under the table, accused me of 'staring'. I wasn't, though. I was just surprised."
"Hmm. Dark hair and great cheekbones…I suppose it might have been Helena." Sharon mused sleepily.
"You suppose?"
"I admit to serial dating after my last serious relationship. But that's a story for another time. We should get some sleep." Sharon nuzzled her lips against Brenda's forehead, before giving her a slow, tender kiss.
"I'm going to hold you to that, Sharon. I want to know you, better than I do right now. But yeah. Let's sleep. Going first makes me tired."
