A/N: So, rereading the last chapter I realized I forgot to change the fact that Sharon lived in an apartment. From this point on it will state that she is living in one, and not a duplex. Sorry if I confuse you:/
Chapter Two
Brenda sat on the edge of her bed, her legs dangling off it. She picked up her phone again, opening to the very one sided conversation that she was having Sharon.
'Please, Sharon. I need to talk to you. I will not leave you alone till you pick up your phone,' she wrote, and sent the text. She huffed, and flung herself back on her bed. She let the phone rest on her chest, hoping to hear it go off.
Three weeks had gone by, and she hadn't heard anything from Sharon. The first week was on her part, but now Sharon seemed to be the one who didn't want to speak to her. She waited for a few minutes before her phone vibrated on her chest. She jumped up, causing her hair to fling into her face. Quickly she pushed it out of her face, and opened her phone. Her heart jumped when she saw the message was from Raydor.
'Brenda please, I can't do this.' Was all the text read. Brenda let out a growl, after three weeks, that is all she says?
'At least let me see you. I need to talk.'
'If you need to talk so bad, tell me now.'
Brenda stood, and began pacing. 'I can't text it, I need to tell you in person.'
"Brenda?" Fritz called. She sighed, and walked into the kitchen where Fritz was sitting at the kitchen table.
"What?" She asked, not knowing why she was called.
"Sit," he instructed. She cocked her eyebrow, but followed his request. She set her phone on the table just as it went off. He reached over, shutting it off.
"Hey, I was in the middle of a conversation," Brenda fought.
"More important that talking to your husband?" Fritz questioned. She shifted in her seat uneasily, answering the question her head but didn't dare say the answer out loud.
"What do you need to talk about?"
He leaned onto the kitchen table. "I'm sorry, Brenda."
"You're sorry?"
"That I haven't been here. About the drinking."
"Have you stopped? Are you willing to accept help?" She asked. He looked down, and let his jaw go slack to the right slightly. "I knew it. You don't truly mean you're sorry, Fritz."
"How do I prove it you?"
"Let me help you," she insisted. "Stop pushin' me away."
He shook his head lightly. "I can't let you help me yet, please understand."
"How am I supposed to understand if you don't talk to me?"
He sunk into his chair, seeing her view. He knew couldn't though, because he didn't want her to feel guilty. It was really her fault, it was his for giving in to his indulgence. "I'm sorry, Brenda. I'm trying."
"I know you are tryin', but I wish you would just let me help," she said as she stood. "It's your choice." She reached down for her phone, and turned it back on. "I'm goin' to have lunch with Captain Raydor tomorrow," she said telling the half-truth. She was going to surprise Sharon with a visit so she could talk to her. "I'm goin' to bed."
Brenda walked back into her bedroom. She rolled her to the left, hoping to relieve some tension, and looked at her phone as it turned on. She opened her messages.
'I… I wish you would stop,' Sharon's text read. Brenda's heart sunk. Sharon had been the one to kiss her first. Sharon was the one who made it more than just sex. Why was she now acting like this?
Brenda let out a deep breath, and tossed her phone on the side table. No matter how much Sharon did not want to speak with her, Brenda would force her to. She knew there was a reason Sharon was acting this way, and she wanted to know. Even if she thought she knew the reason why. She changed into her pajamas, laid down on her side of the bed, and waited for Fritz.
Brenda's eyes opened as she was jolted awake. She hated the dreams where she stepped of sidewalk and fell awake, scaring herself. She looked over to her side and could see Fritz fast asleep by her side. She groaned, and rolled onto her other side facing away from him. Her head pushed further into her pillow, trying to get comfortable.
Her mind wondered, and somehow landed on Sharon (as they had had a lot lately). She thought of how long she waited to touch Sharon like that, to feel her. It was clear that Sharon had thought of Brenda romantically before because of the way she kissed her, caressed her.
'Oh god,' Brenda thought as her mind now wondered to the details. In her minds eye she could see Sharon's body pressed against her with her mouth calling out Brenda's name as they moved into each other. She thought of the way Sharon's lips tasted of whiskey and cherries. Her mind formed the image of Sharon's breast, curving into her slender stomach, down to her hips.
Without thinking, Brenda's hand slipped her now hot center, slowly rubbing the one thing that could take her mind away from her problems. A small moan rolled out of her as she hit a sensitive spot, and she pushed her head into the pillow so Fritz wouldn't wake. Something that failed as she let out another moan.
"Brenda?" She heard Fritz ask. Her hand ripped from herself, and she turned to look at him. Nothing but fear flooded her eyes, and it is all Fritz could see on her face. No shame, or guilt, just fear. "Were you just…?" He began, not able to finish.
"I…uh… I'm sorry," she said, guilt now showing on her face. "I didn't mean to wake you."
He sat up slightly. "Have you… been doing that a lot?" Brenda pushed herself further into the bed, not wanting to answer his question. Which in itself answered it. "If you wanted to be touched so bad, why didn't you say." He moved closer to her, and wrapped his arms around her as he planted a kiss on her.
She pulled away, knowing it wasn't his lips she desperately wanted. His face grew confused. She pulled herself out of his arms.
"Fritz, no," Brenda told him. He continued to look at her for an answer. He couldn't understand that if she wanted touched so bad why wouldn't she let him. "I can't…" she said, for a few reasons. She didn't want to be touched like that unless it was Sharon, and she didn't want Fritz to think she would just give in to him anytime he wanted. She was still upset with him, and he would pay for not getting the help he needed and for making her miserable. "I think I should sleep on the couch," she said, grabbing her pillow and walking out of their bedroom. She lay down on the couch, and tried to sleep.
"Lieutenant Provenza, could you and Lieutenant Tao please bring Mrs. Knight down for questioning," Sharon ordered, gaining two nods from the two lower ranks.
"Chief?" Lieutenant Flynn asked, as he caught the woman standing in the hallway leading into the murder room. This question caused all the heads to turn to the hallways, and for Sharon's heart to sink.
"Hi y'all. So nice to see you again," Brenda said with a genuine. She glanced briefly at Sharon, taking in notice that she still didn't have glasses on. She wondered when she would get new ones.
"You too," Detective Sanchez added, making her look to him. "What are you doing here?" He wondered out loud.
Brenda smile faded lightly, and she looked over to Sharon. "I actually need to speak with Captain Raydor," she answered. Sharon looked at her, she made her lips a firm and thin line as her jaw tightened.
"I told you, I have no desire to speak with you," Sharon said simply, and leaned down to the desk in front of her. She put all of her weight down as she placed her hands on the desk for support, and pretended to read the file beneath her.
"Well, I need to speak with you. If you like I can just say it right now, in front all your team. I am sure they would love to hear of your affairs."
Sharon's right arm gave out, causing her whole body to fall forward. She stood upright, and looked at Brenda with wide horrified eyes.
"My affairs!?" Sharon exclaimed. "The nerve you have," she spat. She gripped Brenda's arms, and dragged her to her office past the confused but prying eyes.
She walked into the office, and let go of Brenda as she walked through the door. Brenda turned, shutting and locking the door. She quickly shut the blinds, and locked the door that went to the hallway.
"What is wrong with you?" Sharon shouted at her. Brenda turned from the door, and looked at Sharon. "I'm not having an affair, nor are you. We slept together once," Sharon added, now in a lower tone so anyone passing by couldn't hear. "You are making this harder than it needs to be."
Brenda could see that Sharon wasn't meaning what she said. She walked over to her, and Sharon walked to the other side of her desk to keep distance between Brenda and her.
"I just need to talk to you, Sharon. Look, I had to leave that morning-"
"-you made that very clear," Sharon finished with a stern but hurt voice.
"Let me explain, though." Brenda bit her lip, feeling like a foolish school girl. That is exactly how Sharon made her feel. "I couldn't think straight with you near me. I can still barely think straight, and it's almost a month." She moved closer to her again. "Just bein' in the same room is hard…" She looked down.
"Brenda, you don't mean it. You left me, and I understand. You have a family, a husband. I'm just someone you had a fling with, and that is fine… But I can't go further than that," Sharon insisted taking another step back, now within an inch of the window.
"It's funny," Brenda said, tilting her head, moving around the desk.
"What is?"
"That your mouth says one thin', and your eyes say somethin' completely differ'nt," Brenda said, and placed her hands on Sharon's hips. Sharon's breath got shallow, and her eyes were fixed on Brenda's lips. "And right now, your eyes are telling me you want me to kiss you."
Sharon eyes moved to Brenda's, and she opened her mouth to protest but was cut off with Brenda's mouth covering hers. Sharon knew she could not help but give into Brenda's touch, no matter how much she didn't want to. Brenda's hands moved up Sharon's side pushing her closer to her, and Sharon's hands moved onto Brenda's jaw. She felt herself losing herself in the kiss as Brenda's mouth caught every tender spot in her mouth. Brenda's left hand traveled around Sharon's side to her breast. Sharon let a soft groan roll out of her and into Brenda's mouth. Brenda pulled away from Sharon, and began placing soft kisses on her cheeks that rolled down her neck.
"I just want you," Brenda mumbled between her kisses. "I need you almost more than air," she confessed, and kissed Sharon's neck once more. Sharon added pressure to Brenda's jaw, bringing her face to hers. Brenda was now certain that it wasn't just sex they had, but they had made love.
"Do you mean that?" Sharon asked, and let her hands run down Brenda's upper chest. Her fingers began twirling the blonde locks that fell from Brenda's head. She could feel a welling in her jaw, as she tried to contain the overwhelming emotions she gained from hearing those words.
Brenda smiled lightly and nodded. "Yea, I mean it," Brenda told her, and kissed her softly once more.
Sharon pulled back this time, with a soft look on her face. She ran the back of her fingers along Brenda's cheek. A gentle smile graced her face.
"If this is what you really want, fine," Sharon started, "but not here. I will not have sex with you at work, no matter how much I want to push you against that desk and make you scream my name." Brenda raised her eyebrow, slightly caught off guard by the blunt sexual statement.
"What's stoppin' you?" Brenda questioned seductively. She pushed herself against Sharon, gaining a soft "mm" from her.
Sharon chuckled at the slightly ironic answer. "Rules," she said in almost a hum.
"Mm, can't you just forget the rules just this one time? Pretty please? I swear I will make it worth your while," Brenda continues, swaying her body so it would rub against the other woman's.
"I can't, no matter how much I want to," Sharon insisted.
"Why are you so stuck on your rules?" Brenda asked her, and Sharon's gentle face fell into one of almost sadness. She moved out of Brenda's grip, and she pulled her chair from under her desk to sit.
"I have my reasons, one being I don't want to break a rule that could get me fired," Sharon answered simply as she sat in her desk chair.
"What's the other?" Brenda wondered, pushing for more information. She leaned her behind against Sharon's desk, her old desk, and looked down to Sharon. Sharon matched her eyes, and sighed.
Sharon shook her head, knowing the other reasons were too personal to share. They were the reasons she never told anyone, things she never talked about. She let a small breath out.
"Look, if you want to do this meet me at here at 7 tomorrow," Sharon said, and wrote the name of the hotel on a piece of paper. "Can you do that?"
She took the slip of paper, and glanced down at the paper. "Yea, I can do that, but why are you avoidin' answerin' me?" She asked.
Sharon rubbed her forehead. "Look, Brenda, there are just some things I don't talk about. That is one of those things," she answered.
Brenda sighed heavily, letting go of it for now. "Fine," she muttered, and pushed her self into a seating position on Sharon's desk. Sharon rested her chin in the palm of her hand.
"Brenda, it's not that I-" she started, but stopped herself letting her hand drop to the hard wood under it. "I didn't mean it like that," she corrected herself.
Brenda smiled weakly, "I know. You aren't ready to talk about it yet. But if or when you do want to talk about it, I'm right here," she told Sharon, giving her some assurance. Sharon smiled back, and rubbed her fingers along Brenda's leg that was exposed by her knee length skirt.
"Thank you," Sharon replied, feeling a bit of relief that Brenda would be there to listen if she ever decided to actually talk about it.
"You're welcome." Brenda pushed herself off the desk. "I should be getting back to work."
"Me too," Sharon agreed, and looked for the folder she thought she had brought into her office with her.
"Before I go," Brenda started.
"Hm?" Sharon asked, looking up from her desk. She was met by Brenda's index finger trailed along her jawline to her chin, making her head tip up further. Brenda leaned down and kissed the other woman quickly but sweetly.
When she pulled back, she could see Sharon was smiling widely. Sharon's eyes were closed, wishing she could feel Brenda's lips again. She let out a soft sigh when she realized that another kiss was not going to happen, and she opened her eyes. Brenda's hand fell off Sharon's chin.
"I will see you tomorrow," Brenda said, as she made her way to the door.
"Tomorrow," Sharon repeated adding a small nod of her head. She watched the sway of Brenda's hips as she exited her office. Her smile slowly faded, and she covered her forehead with her right hand.
'Why did I agree to an affair? Could I be more stupid?' She questioned to herself. She knew the answer though, she could not resist Brenda. She knew that if Brenda had really pushed sex that she would give in, she was thankful that Brenda hadn't seen that yet.
"Capatain?" Flynn asked, knocking on the door to her office. Sharon quickly shot her head up, and wiped around her lip where she was sure lipstick had gotten from the kisses she had received. She moved over to the door, and opened it carefully.
"Yes, Lt. Flynn?" She wondered, looking directly at him and forced a smile on her face.
"I found something rather strange," he answered. She walked out of her office and followed him to his desk.
When darkness rolled over Los Angles, Sharon Raydor was sitting by the window of the hotel room. She kept checking her watch, though sometimes a full minute hadn't even past since she looked at it last. She leaned to the edge of her chair, putting all weight on her arms that were by knees, and she gripped the edge of the chair. She dropped her head, exhaling deeply. She looked over to her purse, knowing she wanted to get a cigarette from her pack to calm her nerves. As if to purposely pull her from the thought she heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Sharon called out, not wanting to open the door for anyone but Brenda.
"Who do you think?" Brenda called out, making Sharon give a sigh of relieve as she stood. She took off her new pair of glasses, setting them aside to be sure they would not get ruined this time. She dropped the hotel rob off her shoulders, and let it fall to the ground. She walked over to the door, and opened it slightly. Brenda walked inside the room, her eyes glued to Sharon's body while doing so.
"I thought you weren't going to come," Sharon admitted, shutting the door.
"I told you I would," Brenda said, her eyes still stuck on Sharon. "Nice underwear," she added pointing out the black lace undergarments Sharon decided to wear specifically for Brenda. Sharon shifted uneasily. Brenda dropped her bag, and keys on the counter top the hotel provided. She unbuttoned her blazer, and set it beside her bag. Sharon covered her body with her arm, getting uncomfortable standing there half naked and barely getting notice. Brenda slipped her feet out of her shoes, and turned to Sharon with a smirk on her face.
She walked over to Sharon, grabbing her hand dragging her to the hotel bed. She sat on the edge of the bed, letting Sharon stand in front of her. Brenda began kissing Sharon's bare stomach with light caresses. Sharon humed against the contact, and pushed her hands into Brenda's long blonde hair. Brenda could not get over how perfect Sharon was underneath her clothes. She moved her hands to Sharon's sides, and felt what she could only think to be a scar. Brenda pulled back as she felt a tug of Sharon's hands. She moved away from Sharon into the focal point of the bed.
She shed her shirt, tossing it aside, and grabbed both of Sharon's wrist to pull her down with her onto the bed. Brenda kissed Sharon's neck and moved up to her mouth. Her hands let go of Sharon's wrist, moving them to Sharon's bottom. The kiss growing into need with each passing second.
Sharon watched Brenda's body rise, and Sharon's hands held Brenda's hips down to the bed. Brenda gripped the hand full of Sharon's hair she had already had a hold of, and her chest arched as a scream ripped from inside her. Brenda fell back of the bed, still breathing heavy. Sharon began her hands along Brenda's hips up to her legs, and she rested her head against Brenda's inner thigh not yet moving up to meet the woman. She let Brenda gain normal breathing, and lost herself in her train of thought.
Brenda looked down between her legs at the woman resting on her thigh in a daze. She reached out and gently ran her finger along the older woman's nose, barely catching Sharon's attention.
"Sharon?" Brenda asked softly, her voice still slightly husky.
"Hm?" Sharon wondered, snapping from her daze. Brenda tilted her head lightly.
"What are you thinking about?"
Sharon sighed, trying to collect all of her thoughts into one statement. She matched Brenda's deep chocolate eyes.
"I am just thinking about how we got here," she answered. Brenda tilted her head and narrowed her eyebrows.
"What do you mean?"
"I just never thought I would be in this position with you," Sharon added, causing Brenda to laugh.
"You never thought you would be between my legs?" Brenda joked, and Sharon laughed with her.
Sharon lifted her head off Brenda's leg. "Well, that position too," she said with a smile. "But I meant in any sexual relationship."
"I never expected it either," Brenda agreed. "I mean, we use to hate each other and now look at us."
"I never hated you, Brenda," Sharon corrected.
Brenda couldn't help but let out a soft scuff. "You're kidding, right? It's like you wanted to devour me." Sharon arched her eyebrow, signifying the true statement but with another meaning. "Oh. You have felt like this me this time?"
"Not sexual, but I always wanted to be close to you… But I had to distance myself because of my job… I needed to be hated… It was easier for both of us that way," She explained, and placed a kiss on Brenda's knee. She pulled herself upward, and laid directly on top of Brenda. She rested her chin between Brenda's chest and neck.
Brenda looked down at her at a weird angle. She could never imagine working in IA, having no choice but to be a bitch. She could not imagine pushing everyone away because she had to so she wasn't bias. Brenda took a lot of things lightly, but the fact that Sharon had survived there made Brenda think she was that much stronger. Yet, here, looking down into Sharon's eyes green eyes she looked so fragile.
"When did you start having feelings for me?" Sharon asked, and slide down Brenda's side so they could both lie comfortably.
Brenda let her arm wrap around Sharon, gripping her shoulder lightly. She stayed like this as she thought of the answer. It was something she hadn't really thought of.
"I don't know," she answered truthfully. "I think it may have been during the lawsuit, when everyone turned their backs on me but you. The one person I thought would rub in my face was the person that helped me through all of it… At some point during all of that, it took me picturing you at my office to get up and go to work… I couldn't even have sex with Fritz without thinking of you, and it terrified me… I tried so hard to push the feelings back, but when you kissed me that night it all came pouring out of me," she clarified.
"Am I as good as you fantasized?" Sharon played.
"Better," Brenda whispered gently, and kissed the top of her head. Sharon smirked, and added more weight to her head as she adjusted herself into a more suitable position.
"Good," she got out.
They fell silent for a while, just holding each other and thinking. Brenda's hand grew a slight tingle with the weight of Sharon pressing against it, to stop it from falling asleep she began to run her hands down Sharon's bare back to her side. Her finger's ran gently over the scar over Sharon's ribs again, and then moved back up to it tracing the outline of it. She felt Sharon tense slightly, and she could sense the scar was something that held a deep impact on her.
"Where did this scar come from?" Brenda asked out loud without fully realizing she did so. Sharon pulled away slightly, but Brenda tightened her grasp so she couldn't. Sharon turned into her, and placed a deep lustful kiss on Brenda's lips. Brenda couldn't help but forget the question as Sharon's lips made her mind become mush, that was until Brenda realized that is exactly why Sharon was kissing her; so she would forget the question. Brenda placed her hand on Sharon's shoulder, and pushed her back to break the kiss. She looked meaningfully into Sharon's eyes. She got a weary smile, and placed her free hand on Sharon's cheek. "It's one of those thing you don't talk about, ain't it?" She asked.
"It is," Sharon answered, and slumped slightly against Brenda's naked body.
"You are one for deals," Brenda stated, "so here is one for you; how about you tell me what happened, and I will give you a story about one of my scars?" Brenda offered.
Sharon shifted uneasily, this was more than just a deal or a scar, it was a large part of her life in a single scar. "Brenda, I can't… It's more than a simple battle wound… It's a broken wound that formed me," she explained hoping to get Brenda to lean off, but it only made Brenda wonder that much more.
"Do you realize how much I love to hear that? Sharon, I want to know this underlining I am seeing when we make love, but you won't show me. I want to know you, and you are blocking me… You don't have to be scared…" Brenda sighed lightly. "How about two scars for the one," she raised the stakes with a small smile.
Sharon took a shaky breath, it was clear Brenda would not let this go. Looking into her eyes Sharon wanted to tell Brenda, but she had never actually told anyone. She couldn't deny Brenda though; if Brenda wanted the moon and all the stars, God help her, she would give her everything to give it to her. She smiled weakly, knowing it would be hard but she needed to do it. Maybe it would be better to finally tell someone, to not hold this demon anymore.
"Fine," Sharon agreed finally. "I get to choose which two, and you have to give your stories first."
Brenda raised her eyebrow and nodded lightly. "Deal."
"Okay," Sharon said, and remembered the scars that stuck out when they were caressing. Her hands gently moved to Brenda's neck and moved to a small circles etched into her skin. "This one," she told her. She let her hands move back down Brenda's body to a surgery scar that was barely noticeable on her upper abdomen to the side more to the right. "And this one."
"Alright, we will start with this one," Brenda said, identifying the scar on her neck. "Though, I must say I am surprised you don't already know."
"What do you mean?"
"It happened on the job years ago…" Brenda began. "I killed a man, a suspect… " This confession caused Sharon to raise an eyebrow, and made her wonder how she missed that while looking into Brenda's background. "Though, when I went to question him I didn't think he was a suspect. That was until I added it all together, but it was to late. He attacked me with a cattle prong-"
"A cattle prong?" She asked in almost disbelief.
"Yes, he would brand his victims with it before he would kill them. He hit me with it twice, and I shot at least ten times that," she finished.
"How did I miss that story?" Sharon questioned, with almost a laugh.
"I don't know," Brenda said, honestly not knowing.
"And the other scar?" Sharon pressed on.
"When I was 18 my younger cousin had kidney failure, so I gave her one of mine because I was her only match… She would have been dead if she'd waited to make the top of the list for a transplant."
"That was a very noble thing of you to do, Brenda," Sharon told her.
"I don't think of it as noble, I just didn't want my cousin to die… And my parents got so mad at me for doing it, but I couldn't see her suffering anymore." Sharon pursed her lips, trying not to explain to Brenda that is what made it noble. Brenda looked down to Sharon. "Your turn."
Sharon sat up slightly, knowing the story would be much longer Brenda's combined. She faced Brenda, and took a deep breath. She opened her mouth but nothing came out.
"Sharon?" Brenda asked concerned.
"Hold on," Sharon barely got out. "I just need a second…" She tried to scrambled the facts in her head, and she didn't know how to start. "The scar is obviously from a surgery. They had to, uh… they had to reconnect my ribs because three of them literally snapped in half. You can actually feel the plate in there that holds it together," Sharon explained. She grabbed Brenda's hand, and carefully applied pressure so Brenda would feel the metal plates. She dropped Brenda's hand, but did not let it needing it for comfort to tell the rest of the story.
"One of the ribs actually punctured my lung and the EMT's had to drain the blood from them on the way to the hospital. Thank god that scar finally healed."
"How… Why did your ribs get broken so bad?" Brenda pressed.
Sharon swallowed as she knew the hardest part was ahead. "I was… It was when… I was beaten years ago," she finally told then realized that it could have been taken wrong. "I wasn't in an abusive relationship, or anything like that…" She paused, letting the memory she forced back for so long to reappear in front of her eyes. "Over thirty years ago… When I was 23…" Sharon stumbled, making it more than clear that Sharon had most defiantly not shared this story often. "I was going to the University of Utah for my graduates in Psychology-"
"Psychology? Really?" Brenda pondered, not seeing Sharon as the Psychology type.
"Yes, I was doing it for the research part of psychology, not to become a psych or therapist and help people with their problems… I would have been terrible at that."
Brenda laughed slightly, agreeing. "I was at the library till closing, studying. It was very late, and my car broke down so I had to walk to my dorm…" Brenda's stomach lurched, not liking where this was heading. "I was so scared because there had been three cases of women on campus that had been beaten, and murdered… I was so happy when a police man stopped me and asked me if I wanted a ride to my dorm. When he drove past my housing I started to feel uneasy, but then he kept driving till we were near the woods. He pulled over the car and told me to get out. When I questioned him, he pulled out his gun. He made me walk down the ditch into the woods, and forced me on my knees. When he tried taking off my clothes I fought back. I hit him, and I broke his nose and jaw… Then he took out his gun, and I grabbed it. We fought over it, and he pistol whipped me in my rips, breaking them. I had never felt so much pain in my life, and I tumbled over." Her breath was now uneven, and she was shaking. Brenda moved in closer, squeezing her hand for reassurance.
"I remember him on top of me, gripping my hair, and smashing my head into the ground. I had never in my life felt so helpless. I used all the strength I could, and fought with him for the gun. At some point, which has become hazy over the years, I shot him in the back, and he fell down. I had never shot anyone before, but I knew I hit his spine so it was bad. I heard somebody calling, and I collapsed… Everything just went black after that… Next thing I knew I was in a hospital room and 3 days had passed. A passing by officer had seen the empty patrol car and came looking, and came across what was happening. He arrested the officer, and he is facing life without parole," she tied off.
"Sharon, I'm so sorry, I had no idea." Sharon shook her head. She leaned back down into Brenda's chest, needing the sound of her heartbeat. "Thank god you survived that."
"I do," Sharon added. "If it weren't for that I would have never become a police officer. I left Salt Lake City because I didn't feel safe there anymore… I came to LA, took self-defense classes, and decided that I wanted to be a police officer to stop people, police and civilian alike, from doing what that man did to me."
"You came out stronger," Brenda said with all seriousness, gaining more insight into why Sharon had join FID. "But aren't you kind of upset he didn't get death?"
Sharon sighed lightly. "At first I was, but I soon realized that I am glad that bastard gets to sit in prison paralyzed knowing that he fucked with the wrong girl that night, and it makes me so glad to know he won't hurt anymore girls…"
Brenda laughed slightly. "You're one tough cookie, aren't you?"
Sharon chuckled with her. "Damn straight," she added. "I try not to focus on the past, it can't be changed and I am happy where I am."
"Are you?" Brenda questioned, placing her hand on Sharon's knee and smiling.
"I am." Her stomach growled lightly, and she sat up. "Have you eaten yet?" She asked Brenda.
"Uh, no. Why?" Brenda asked, sitting up as well.
"I am going to get some room service, and I wondered if you wanted any," Sharon elaborated. Brenda could still sense Sharon's hesitation and awkwardness about sharing the part of her so well hidden, so Brenda thought she would flatter her.
"I would, thank yew," Brenda said, rubbing Sharon's leg gently. She kissed Sharon's forehead, and moved off the bed.
"Where are you going?"
"To the restroom, unless your rather I do that here?" Brenda joked.
"No, go ahead," Sharon said, laughing slightly. She watched the sway of Brenda's hips as she made her way to the bathroom.
She gently sighed, and reached over for the phone by the bedside. She called room service, placing an order to be sent to the room, and laid back down on the bed. She wrapped herself in the blanket provided, and inhaled deeply as the blanket smelt like Brenda. She scooted into the bed, further and felt herself drifting off to sleep. That was until she felt the bed moving beside her as the weight of Brenda shifted the bed, and she heard the sound of the comforter lifting. She heard Brenda hum softly as she moved closer to Sharon. Brenda's arm wrapped around Sharon's waist, holding her close, and Sharon wrapped her fingers into Brenda's. Brenda kissed Sharon's shoulder lightly, and curled her head into Sharon's back.
"The food will be here in 15 minutes," Sharon told Brenda.
"That's quick," Brenda answered simply, and pushed further into Sharon to make no space anywhere between them.
"Hm, yes it is," Sharon agreed, not thinking too much of what Brenda had said. She was too caught up in the contact of Brenda's skin against her, and the warmth of it. She felt comfort in the closeness, and, as much as it scared her, she needed it. She had been alone so long she had almost forgotten what it felt like, and even then it still had never felt this good. Neither could tell how long had passed before the someone spoke.
"Don't fall asleep on me," Brenda said, at hearing Sharon's breathing getting heavier and longer. Sharon smiled softly.
"I guess you just wear me out," Sharon joked back, nudging her shoulder back slightly against Brenda's head. Brenda chuckled.
"Maybe it is just your age," Brenda teased. Sharon's eyes opened, and she broke her comfortable position to look at Sharon.
"You did not just call me old," Sharon responded, almost stunned but still smiling.
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."
"Oh, you little-"
"-What are you going to do about it?" Brenda questioned.
Sharon raised her eyebrow, and turned towards Brenda. She rolled herself on top of Brenda, a state that she was gladly growing accustom to. Her hair fell to the sides of her face. Sharon knew she was too tired for another round of sex, but she was bound determined to get Brenda back. She reached down between Brenda's legs, but before she could make contact there was a knock at the door.
"Room service," a mans voice came from the other side of the door. Sharon growled, and Brenda laughed. Brenda gently pushed Sharon off her, and Sharon moved off the bed. She grabbed the robe that she had discarded long ago to the floor, and threw it on quickly as another knock came through the door.
"Coming," Sharon answered.
She opened the opened the door just enough to see the man with the cart for their room, then opened it the rest of the way. He had short black hair, and brown eyes. She could see tattoos peeking from the top of his uniform, and holes where his gages would have been. He was young, barely old enough to bare the tattoos he had. He began to walk the cart into the room, and Sharon placed her hand the cart on it.
"No, no. I've got it," she told him. The man drew his eyebrows together, and looked into the room quickly. He saw Brenda on the bed with nothing but the hotel bed comforter covering her, and he looked back up to Sharon.
"Cool, cool," he added with a nonjudgmental nod. "Just leave push the trey back out when you're done. Or if you leave before the nights out, just leave it in the room and the maid'll get it."
He turned around and left without another word. Sharon grabbed the cart of food, and carefully wheeled it into the room. She was chuckling slightly at the carelessness of the boys reaction. She wondered if it was something he saw often.
"Food is here," she told Brenda, though she knew Brenda had guessed. She took each platter and set it on the bed in front of Brenda.
"I don't think I have ever had Dinner in bed," Brenda said with a smile.
"Well, looks like you and I are having more than one first with each other," Sharon added. She lifted the first plate, revealing a piece of chocolate cake. Brenda looked up to Sharon with joyful eyes.
"Oh, Sharon. Thank yew," Brenda said truly heartfelt.
"I know you like your chocolate, Brenda Leigh."
Brenda smirked, glad that Sharon remember, but she knew it was a hard thing to forget. None the less, it made her glad. She watched as Sharon lifted the next platter trey, relieving a plate of smoked roast beef with herbed mashed potatoes.
"I didn't know what you wanted so I got us both this," Sharon said, lifting her plate.
"That is fine," Brenda accepted. "It smells delicious."
"Bet it taste better."
Brenda grabbed her fork, willing to try this theory. She took a sliver of the pulled meat, and took a bit. Sharon followed the motions. They ate in comfortable silence, enjoying the food. As Brenda neared finishing her food she realized how fast she had eaten, and wished it had gone by slower. She looked up to Sharon, letting her eyes travel along the bit of skin exposed from where the slit in the robe was coming undone.
"What's your middle name?" Brenda questioned her. Sharon looked up from her plate, meeting Brenda's eyes.
"My middle name?" Sharon repeated.
"Yea, you do have one don't ya?"
"Of course, I just don't ever actually use it… Or say it."
"Well, I still wanna know what it is," Brenda pressed.
Sharon squinted her eyes. "Why?"
"You know mine."
"Everybody knows yours," Sharon reminded her.
"I know, but don't you think it is a little far if I know yours now… I mean, we are sleeping together," Brenda pointed out. Saying it out loud made it official, she was undoubtly having an affair with this woman.
Sharon tilted her head, she didn't see the harm in telling Brenda. It's not like Brenda couldn't find it out anyway, if she really wanted.
"It's Christine," Sharon said, giving up information hardly anyone knew.
"Christine?" Brenda checked, getting a nod from Sharon. "Sharon Christine Raydor, my that is a pretty name. Your parents did a wonderful job picking that out."
"Thanks," Sharon said with a slight smile. "Though, Raydor is not my maiden name, I just never changed it when I got divorced."
Brenda opened her mouth to ask her what her maiden name was and why she never changed it, but was cut off by her phone ringing. She sighed, and slide off the bed to walk over to her purse on the counter. She dug her phone out of the large black bag, and answered it as sweet as ever.
"Brenda Leigh," she said answering it. Sharon could heard yelling on the other side, though she couldn't make out what was being said. "Fritzy, calm down. I just lost track of time, I- I will be home shortly." More shouting came from the other end. "I know. I know… Please, don't-" she was cut off by Fritz's yelling once more. She didn't dare tell Sharon the cause of this, embarrassed that she knew in the back of her mind she was to blame for his drinking and that he was drunk at this moment. "Look, Fritz, I said I will be home shortly. You want to keep yelling, and looking to play the blame game, look in the mirror," she said, and hung up knowing that she had only set herself up for an even bigger argument when she got home. She turned to Sharon, who was still sitting on the bed. "Sorry, but I-"
"-have to go," Sharon finished.
"Yea," Brenda said with an apologetic face. "I wish I could stay and eat that cake."
"Oh, you can take it. I wont eat it," Sharon insisted.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive, I am more of a cheesecake kind of girl."
Brenda smiled gently, and sat back down on the bed. "I will eat it before I go," she said, lifting the plate. She slide closer to Sharon, and Sharon wrapped her arms around her so she could lean on her. Brenda silently ate her cake, enjoying both the warmth of Sharon's body and the delicious cake. Sharon was placing soft kisses on Brenda's shoulder as she ate. When she finished, she set the plate back on the bed and turned to Sharon. "I don't want to go home. I want to stay like this, just me and you."
Sharon's face was gentle, and she smiled weakly. "I don't want you to go either…" She looked closer to Brenda's mouth.
"What?"
"You've got cake on your lip," Sharon addressed. She leaned in close to Brenda. "I'll get it." She swiftly kissed Brenda, taking the chocolate frosting off Brenda's lip. "Mm, maybe I should have eaten that, it's good." Brenda smiled, and kissed Sharon once more. This time they were separated by Sharon's phone ringing. Sharon sighed, and located her blazer.
"Capatain Raydor," she answered her phone. She watched Brenda get off the bed, and begin dressing herself.
"Sharon, where are you?" Rusty's voice came out. "I called your office, and no one answered. Then I called Buzz and he said you left hours ago."
"Sorry, Rusty. I was just out with a friend, I am heading home now."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye," she said and hung up. She looked over to Sharon. "Rusty," she told Brenda.
Brenda nodded, trying to locate her skirt. Sharon joined her in dressing, and they both did so quickly. Brenda had finished first, and leaned against the counter watching Sharon.
"When can we do this again?" Brenda wondered, knowing she wanted it to be soon.
Sharon threw her shirt over her body, and sighed thinking. "I don't know, how about lunch time on next Thursday? You can come over my house."
"I'd like that."
"Good, so it's set." Sharon said, putting on her last piece of clothing, her blazer.
"It's set."
"Okay. I know I really have to go, and I know you do too."
Brenda huffed, not wanting to go home to the fight she knew awaited her. "Yea, I do."
"I'll see you then," Sharon said, giving her a quick kiss goodbye, and left the room. Brenda left a few minutes later after trying to prolong her leaving by cleaning up a little. But she eventually left the hotel room and headed home.
A/N:Okay guys, sorry about a few things. One how long it's been since I've updated; I've worked a lot, my internet got shut off, and I was moving so I didn't get to post this when I originally planned. Also, I am sorry for the heaviness on Sharon's past. I was trying to avoid something like that, but I had to because of a plot in much later chapters that fully reveals Sharon's past and why she is the way she is.