A/N:First of all, there are still 10 of Thanksgiving, so Happy Turkey Day. And second, I just want to say thank you to those of you who are actually reading this. Sorry this chapter is just another builder, but some heavy things are to come. I hope you all had a wonderful day.

Reviews are appreciated.

Chapter 5

"What?!" Sharon shouted to Rusty over the loud music.

"I said, they fit!" He exclaimed back, pointing to his shoes.

"Good, can we pay and leave!" She exclaimed, listening to the vulgar music. She felt her phone vibrating in her back pocket, and she pulled it out her. And saw Brenda's name on her caller Id. "I've gotta take this," she said taking out a hundred spot. "You pay, while I step outside," she told him. She stepped out of the shoe store onto the sidewalk. She slide the unlock open, to answer the phone call.

"You just saved me," She said into the phone.

"Did I now?" Brenda asked on the other end.

"You did. How can I help you?" She asked folding her arm across her stomach, and placing her other hand in the inside of her elbow.

"Well, I am on Melrose, and I realized that I have no idea what to wear to an Opera or what to even look for."

Sharon chuckled slightly. "Never been to one?"

"No," Sharon answered with a chuckle. "I know the trip isn't for another week and a half, but I would like to get it now."

"And you called because…?"

"Well, I was wondering if I could send some pictures to you, get your opinion on them."

"I can do you one better, Rusty and I are on Melrose too and we can meet up with you-"

"-That would be great!?" Brenda exclaimed.

"Alright, meet me Starbucks," she said. She looked back into the store seeing Rusty heading her way.

"Sounds great. Oh my niece is here too. She is vistin' for the week until we head to New York."

"It will be lovely meeting her," Sharon said.

"Lovely to meet who?" Rusty asked from behind her, causing her to jump slightly. She turned, and smiled nervously as if she got caught doing something she shouldn't.

"Brenda, I have to go, see you soon," Sharon said and hung up before Brenda could say her goodbye. She smiled lightly at Rusty. "We are going to meet up with Brenda and her niece at Starbucks down the road."

"Oh, okay… Why?" He wondered.

"She is getting the dress for the Met," she explained. She had told Rusty last week that Brenda had agreed to go on the trip with them, and Rusty was even more excited. "Do you want to walk from here?" She said looking down the street, squinting her eyes from the sunlight.

"We can walk," he said. He began walking down road, her following a half a step behind.

"If you want we can get a new dress shirt or two to where for the Met and the orchestra."

"I'd like that." He adjusted the bag carrying his new sneakers on his arm.

When they reached the café, Sharon took in notice that Brenda wasn't there yet and she waited in line to order three drinks. She sat down at the table was already sitting at. She heard the door to the coffee shop open and she saw Brenda with a large purple hat on, Sharon's favorite colour. Her hair was in a going to her swooped over her right shoulder, and her face beaming as if to match the sunlight. There was a girl with olive skin by her side, and it was clear to Sharon that she was related to Brenda though there were vast differences.

"Brenda," Sharon standing back up. Brenda smiled widely to Sharon and crossed over her and Rusty.

"Sharon," Brenda repeated, pulling the older into a hug, catching Sharon off guard. She couldn't lie she was also caught off guard by the fact that Brenda had called her Sharon as oppose to Captain Raydor. She pulled herself away still smiling. "Rusty," Brenda said greeting him with a warm smile.

"Hi, Chief Johnson," he replied. "I mean, Brenda."

She chuckled light. Sharon turned to the young woman standing beside Brenda.

"And I don't believe we have met, I am Captain Raydor," Sharon introduced.

"Seriously? Captain even in personal relations?" The girl asked.

"Sharon doesn't kid very much," Brenda informed her niece. "Plus, I don't think she likes it to much when people her Sharon," she pointed out taking in Sharon's facial expression.

"Not really," Sharon confirmed.

"I'm Charlie," the girl introduced herself since her aunt was clearly not going to. She stuck out her hand to shake, which Sharon did so. "Brenda's niece."

"Nice to meet you Charlie," Sharon said with a half smile. "I'm sorry I didn't get you anything to drink, I didn't know what you like," she said as she handed Brenda her drink.

"Oh it's fine, I'll get my own," Charlie said smirking slightly. She walked off into the line for her own drink.

Brenda sat opposite of Sharon with her drink in hand, and Sharon sat back in her seat. Brenda took a sip of her coffee, and was delighted to find it exactly how she liked it.

"This is my favorite," she pointed out to Sharon.

"I know," she replied softly.

"How did you know you I like it?"

Sharon bit the top of her bottom lip, holding her intitial comment back. "I guess I just know what you like," she said, with a hint of sass and flirt.

"You just get me, don't you?"

"That's one way to put it," Sharon said, and took a sip of her coffee to hide her smug grin. Brenda cleared her throat, set the cup down, and looked over to Rusty.

"I haven't seen you in months, Rusty, how are you?" Brenda asked with all sincerity.

"I'm good," Rusty said simply.

"Are you looking forward to the trip?" She continued. His face perked up slightly, giving his answer before he spoke.

"I am! I have never been to New York, and I really want to see what all the fuss is about opera and everything."

"Me too," Brenda agreed. "I never been to one; I'm nervous."

"Me too," he repeated her words.

"There is nothing to be nervous about," Sharon said looking at the both of them. She turned her gaze to Rusty. "Have you talked to Gav about what Broadway shows we are going to see?"

"Uh," Rusty paused trying to recall what he was told. "The play is called Noises Off, and the musical is Wicked."

"I can't wait," Brenda added with a soft smile. "How is your chess club going?"

"Good, really good actually. We are now in the ruining for regionals."

"That is marvelous, Rusty! Why didn't you tell me?!" Sharon exclaimed with glee. Rusty's eyes opened wide, and looked at her.

"We just found out last night after the match. You were busy with your case, I didn't want to bother you," he defended himself.

"Rusty, you could have interrupted for that! I wouldn't have minded at all. I'm so happy for you!"

"Thanks, that means a lot," he said with a smirk. She pulled him into a half hug.

"You know Aunt Brenda told me a lot about you, but I never took it as you being so personable," Charlie said sitting down next to Brenda.

Sharon lifted her eyebrow slightly. "Really? And what has you Aunt Brenda told you about me?"

Brenda shot her niece a look of worry, but Charlie shrugged it off.

"How you are the Witched Witch of the West, and stubborn, and cold hearted-OW!" Charlie exclaimed as she earn a harsh kick to her shin from her aunt. She turned to smile at Sharon, who was half offended half laughing. "But like I said, that doesn't seem to be true," she added rubbing her leg.

"The Witched Witch of the West?" Sharon asked, directing her eyes to Brenda.

"Okay, that was before we became friends," she defended with a pleading look.

"I didn't think with the way you talked about her that it was even possible," Charlie said sitting back up.

"You'd be surprised how people change," Brenda said.

"And how they grow on you," Sharon agreed. She looked sweetly to at Brenda, wanting to grab her hand but she knew she couldn't not with this audience.

"So, are you ready?" Brenda asked the others. She was answered with nods all around. They stood up, and walked out of the coffee shop. Rusty and Charlie fell behind, talking about colleges and majors. The conversation she heard made Sharon smile, while Charlie was talking about where she was attending, Rusty was actually talking about going.

"What?" Brenda asked Sharon as she fixed her bag strap on her shoulder.

"I just really hope Rusty is being serious," Sharon said, gaining a slap on her upper shoulder. "What?"

"Stop listenin to their conversation," she told her.

"Okay, then what do you want to talk about?" Sharon asked.

"How I wanna hold your hand," Brenda said just loud enough for Sharon to hear.

"Do you really think this is an appropriate time?" She asked in German so Rusty and Charlie wouldn't understand.

"Do you really think I care?" Brenda replied in German.

"Well, you have more to lose with this than I. So, carelessly talking about in front of your niece should make you care."

"Not if I am talking German, she won't understand," she pointed out.

"You sound sexier in German," Sharon pointed out with a cocked eyebrow.

"Do I? And what would you like to do about that?"

"If only," Sharon said, laughing and looking down knowing the confession was foolish. "I am really looking forward to this trip."

Brenda smiled back. "Me too. I know it's not just you and I, but I am glad that we get to spend time together without having to worry really."

"Me too."

"Are we sharing a room at the hotel?"

"We are actually staying in an estate while we are up there. There are only three bedroom, forcing us to stay in the same room."

"So that means I get to wake up next to you for a whole week?" Brenda question, already knowing the answer. "Even better," she said. Sharon blushed, flattered that she would like to wake up next to her. Brenda squinted and looked around, after realizing she had been following Sharon the whole walk. "Where are we going anyway?"

Sharon stopped walking, and turned towards a large boutique in front of them. Rusty and Charlie almost tripped trying to stop in time before colliding with the older women standing in front of them. "Here," Sharon said, reverting back to English. She looked to the youth's now beside them. "Sorry for the sudden stop, I got distracted," she apologized. She gave a quick glance to Brenda, and opened the store to the boutique.

Brenda walked in and began looking around the store. They scattered, Rusty looking for dress shirts, Charlie looking at dresses she liked for herself though she wasn't to buy any, and Sharon and Brenda were looking for the perfect dress for Brenda.

"Do you like this one?" Sharon asked Brenda, pulling a long pink satin even gown that flowed down.

"I like the color, but I don't know about the style," Brenda said, pointing out the plunging neckline. "It's just not 'me'."

"Well, when was the last time you wore an evening dress?" Sharon asked, placing the pink dress back.

Brenda looked up, thinking. "I think my prom," she answered. Sharon laughed slightly.

"Maybe we should just start off with what kind of style you want," Sharon suggested.

"Uh, I don't know. I don't want floor length, or pink. I don't think pink would work for an opera, but that's just me. I do want a flower, maybe."

Sharon raised her eyebrow. "Anything else?"

"I don't think I want skin tight, or plunging neckline."

"Okay, any specific color?"

"I don't want pink, or coral, or anything like that. I just want basic, simple."

"Alright, let's look for a cocktail dress with a flower, that's not skin tight, and a classic color." They looked in silence, only occasionally stopping to get the opinion of a dress from the other woman. They had, together, gathered several dresses and decided to try them on before looking for more and tiring their arms out. Rusty was still deciding which shirt he liked more as Brenda entered the fitting room. Sharon waited outside, leaning against the wall.

"Sharon, could you help me?" Brenda wondered.

"Of course," she agreed and pushed herself off the wall. Brenda carefully opened the dressing room door just enough for Sharon to step in. Sharon scooted into the small area, and faced Brenda's head mangled in the fabric. She couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" She made fun of the blonde.

Brenda stopped attempting to get into the dress dropping her arm, causing it to stick straight up being unable to rest do to the stuck fabric. She glared at Sharon through the hole for her head that should hadn't yet been able to stick through properly, making her hair a mess of blond curls on her head.

"Would you just help me, please?" Brenda asked, sighing. Sharon, still holding her large smile, reached over and began straightening the fabric to fall correctly on Brenda's form. Once the dress was properly laid on her, Sharon zipped the back of the dress for Brenda. Brenda turned to face the mirror, and tilted her head. "I don't know," she said, biting her lip. Her hands ran down her sides taking in the shape of the dress. "What do you think?"

Sharon moved in closer, and rubbed her lips together. "Hm," she barely got out. Brenda huffed, and unzipped the side. "I didn't say if I liked it or not, yet."

"You didn't have to," Brenda replied, looking at Sharon through the mirror. "I want when I put it on I want you to be in awe. I want you to get goose bumps, and your breath to be taken away. I want your pulse to quicken, your cheeks to flush, and your core to heat." She turned around just in time to see Sharon swallowing harshly. "And this dress did not do that."

"Well, I guess we have to keep looking?" Sharon suggested. Brenda squinted slightly, and nodded.

They tried on three more dresses, and none of them receiving the reaction Brenda was looking. Sharon sighed, and leaned against the dressing room wall. She saw a red dress poking out the bottom of the pile. She reached over, and pulled the dress out.

"When did you pull this one?" She questioned Brenda.

"Uh, Charlie threw a few in my pile when I set it down," Brenda explained. Sharon shifted her head to get a better look at the dress.

"Well, it's a bow not a flower but I like it," she put her input in.

"Let me try it," Brenda said, stripping off the last dress. She took the dress from the older womans hands and began pulling it over her body.

Once placed properly Sharon helped with the zipper. She turned Brenda around using the tip of her fingers on Brenda's hips. She glanced down at the dress which fit her every curve perfectly. The red satin dress hung on her skin like a glove. The halter reached around her neck in a three inch thick strap that reached the top of her breast. The top had a soft sweetheart, showing just enough of Brenda's plump chest to be conservative but still sexy. There was a thick belt just below her bust with a large bow on the left. The skirt started just below the belt, it was a moderate progression into the flowing skirt that had a petty coat underneath it's surface causing the bottom of the skirt to flare that ended just at Brenda's knee cap.

Sharon took a sharp breath in, and smiled. "Oh, Brenda. You look… wow," she getting out the only thing she could. Brenda's face lite out.

"You like it?" Brenda asked with hope.

"I love it," Sharon told her.

"Does it give you goose bumps?" Brenda wondered, running her fingertips long Sharon's forearm. Sharon felt a familiar shiver run through her body she got when Brenda touched her this way.

"It does," Sharon confirmed. She rubbed her nose against Brenda's humming softly.

"Does it make you want me?" Brenda whispered.

"Mm," was all that came out of Sharon's mouth. She tilted her head, and kissed Brenda softly. "You're insatiable," she continued, planting another tender kiss on the blonde. Brenda's hands traveled upward into the brunette strands of Sharon's hair, tugging them from their proper order so Brenda could kiss her deeper. Brenda ran the tips of her fingers along Sharon's bare forearm, past the third quarter sleeve, up to her shoulder, down her breast, to her stomach. Her teeth nibbled at Sharon's ear, tugging the lob.

"Uh huh," Sharon barely but finally got out feeling a familiar pulse and heat between her legs. A pool of wetness festering in her panties.

"I think-I need-getting help out- of this dress," Brenda said, placing a small kiss going from Sharon's neck to her cleavage with each pause in words.

"Ah," she tried to contain her moan. "Do you?" Sharon said, placing her hands on Brenda's hips and pulling her into her body. "I think I may be able to help with that," she offered her assistance in a low husky voice. Her right hand traveled along Brenda's side until it reached the top of the zipper, which she hooked her finger in, and with a quick draw down on the zipper the side peeled open. Brenda hummed, and shrugged it from her shoulders. She moved her against Sharon's, rubbing her practically bare body against Sharon covered one. Brenda's hands slipped under the surface of the bottom of Sharon's shirt, gaining a quite moan from the woman.

"Sharon, are you in here?" She heard Rusty call out from the other side of the fitting room.

"In here," Sharon called out trying to sound normal as she snapped back into reality. She pulled away from Brenda smirking, glad that Rusty had pulled her from something she knew she would have given into had Brenda pressed for it.

She hated how easily she gave into her temptation for her. She hated how much control she lost, and how different she became. Never in a relationship did she let the other have the power, or at least have so much power on her heart. Sure when she divorced her ex she was hurt, but it had been on her terms. With Brenda it was different, everything was different. She was venerable, something Sharon didn't like in the least, but couldn't help. She had control, but only in showing Brenda new ways of making love, and that was it. Every bit of Sharon was now laid in Brenda's hands. She was making Sharon do things she had never done.

For instance, being with a woman. Sharon knew she had been attrached to women her whole life, but never had she actually acted it; except in the privacy of her own lock room. Another, almost having what was surely to be steamy, loud, sex in a dressing room. And lastly, was having an affair… So many things, she sworn herself not to do she was now doing.

She reached for the door handle, and went to open it. As soon as she turned the nob and pulled it open, but it shut as Brenda's hand pushed it back closed. She pushed Sharon against the wall, kissing her harshly. Her hand pressed along the way of Sharon's sides.

"Sharon?" Rusty asked, now in front of the fitting room door. Sharon gently broke her and Brenda apart, she just laughed slightly and rolled her eyes. She opened the door to see Rusty standing by the door.

Rusty looked at the woman, who was quickly tucking her tossed hair into place as she wedged her way out of the fitting room . Her eyes were dilated and lips were plump. Rusty shook his head, forcing himself not to think about it.

"What did you need?" She questioned, trying to sound as normal as she could. She cleared her throat, tucking her hair behind her ear. "What do you need?" She repeated with her normal voice.

"I, uh, wanted you opinion," he said, with curious eyes. She crossed her arms across her chest.

"On what, Dear?"

"The shirts, I don't know which one to get."

"Color or size?"

"Both," he answered, leading her back to the main floor. He walked over to a table of folded shirts.

"You don't remember your size?" Sharon asked with almost disappointment. She wasn't disappointed in him, just what he had taken her away from.

"No. I confused it with my pant size, and now I can't remember it at all," he explained.

She sighed lightly. "Alright," she said with a dragged out pause. "I think I remember your size." She leaned over the table. "What color were looking at?"

"I liked the dark red, and the navy," he responded.

"So," she began searching the shirts for his size. "Here is the burgundy and…"she began going through the next pile, "the navy blue." She handed the both to him. "We'll get both, you are going to need to wear your suit more than once so can at least have another shirt for it."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." He smiled slightly, and tilted his head slightly. "What?"

"If you have an estate in Manhattan, why do you live here?"

Sharon tilted her head slightly, thinking. "I have my reasons," she answered simply.

"Hey, have you seen my aunt?" Charlie asked walking up to them. Sharon looked to the young woman.

"Last I saw she was in the fitting room," Sharon replied. They all looked over to the entrance to the fitting rooms and saw Brenda walking out. She set all but the red dress on the rack with all the other dresses that were to go back into their proper place. She walked over to the three others with a small smile. "Going with the red one?" Sharon asked with a small smirk.

"I am, I got the feelin' I wanted from it," Brenda said, smiling at her. Sharon let a small chuckle pass though her lips.

"I knew you would like that one!" Charlie exclaimed, with glee she had picked the one she choose for her.

Brenda turned to Charlie. "I loved this one," she added. Charlie gave a small yip, glad Brenda choose her pick. She glanced to Sharon. "You done?"

"Uh," Sharon looked over to Rusty, who nodded. "Yes." They walked to the register, and paid for their items. Once they walked outside, Brenda turned to Sharon.

"Where are you are parked?"

"That way," Sharon said, pointing North.

"Us too," Charlie put in. "We can walk together." Rusty shrugged not seeing the problem with it.

"Okay, I guess we are walkin' together," Brenda said with a slight chuckle. Sharon nudged her slightly, and smirked. The small exchange did not go unnoticed by Charlie, who had felt a bit odd about them the whole time. She pushed the thought into the back of her mind for now, rolling her eyes in the process, and began walking down the road.

"What's her problem?" Rusty asked, confused by the sudden mood change. Sharon asked the same question but with her eyes.

"I don't know," Brenda said. "I will ask her later." Sharon nodded.

They walked in silence to Brenda's car, which was the nearest. Charlie was waiting by the door, which Brenda unlocked using her remote. Charlie got in the car with a look of shear annoyance, and Brenda turned to Sharon.

"I'm sorry, Charlie is… Complicated," Brenda explained.

"No need to explain, Brenda. I am well acquainted with complicated," Sharon added glancing a Rusty briefly. Brenda nodded.

"I guess, I should be going," Brenda said with a hint of disappointment. She had grown use to their goodbye with a much happier ending then the hug she was determined to get from Sharon before she left.

"Us too. Did you want us to pick you up to go to the airport, or are you going to take yourself?" Sharon asked.

"You can take me, but I hope I will see you before next Thursday," Brenda almost begged that she would.

"Wir warden sehen," we'll see, Sharon replied.

"Wie ware es mit Abendesse am Mittwochabend?" How about dinner Wednesday night.

"Sounds perfect. Wenn ich alleine bin, werde ich auf jeden Fall geben Sie einen Anruf," If I am alone, I will definitely give you a call.

"That's all I could ask," Brenda said, and bit her lip trying to hold a blush and smile.

"Till later."

Brenda grabbed Sharon's wrist as Sharon turned away. She pulled Sharon into a tight hug, catching Sharon completely off guard. Sharon let out a large gasp at the unexpected contact.

"Brenda!" She exclaimed from surprise. Brenda pulled back, and tucked her head down slightly.

"Sorry,"

"Goodbye," Sharon added, nodding off into the other direction with a confused Rusty on her tail.

Brenda opened her car door, and saw Charlie staring at her almost gawking. She reached in the back, and set her bag on the back seat. When she pulled herself back, Charlie was still looking at her.

"What?" Brenda played dumb.

"What's going on with you and Sharon?" Charlie finally confronted. Brenda's mouth dropped slightly.

"I don't know what you're talkin' about," Brenda defended, lying poorly.

"Oh, come on. We've complained about that woman whenever you are back in Atlanta and now you hugging each other… I mean, the way you two look at each other… That's definitely not how you look at someone you hate."

"What are you insinuating?" She tested.

Charlie opened her mouth to state her answer, which she didn't know was the truth. She closed her mouth once she realized that the accusation would have sounded ridiculous. Her aunt wasn't gay, not matter how weird the whole things seemed. Maybe she was seeing far more into than she should. Maybe they were just good friends.

"Nothing," she muttered.

"Charlie, if you are accusing me of somethin', I want to know what it is," Brenda almost snapped.

"Nothing, it's just weird!" Charlie bickered back. She reached over to her seatbelt and buckled it angrily. Brenda huffed, and started her car. She hoped that Charlie would not bring it up again.