A/N: I realize there were several inconstitincies last chapter. Sorry about that. One was Sharon and Brenda got water, but then it magically turned to soda (it was meant to be soda, but I was drinking water so that's what I wrote). Another is Judith's name was changed from Olivia, and it still says Olivia at one spot in the chapter. Sorry, if there are more that I didn't catch.
Chapter Eight
"What did you want to talk about?" Rusty asked Sharon as she sat him down in the living room. She waited for the room to be clear, and let out a small sigh.
"I haven't been telling you everything, Rusty," she told him.
"Is this really the time," he questioned assuming where this was heading. Though he assumed wrong.
"I don't really know," she said with a soft huff. It was better to just tell him, like quickly peeling off a bandaid. "The trail is coming, in the next few months."
Rusty's face fell. "What?! Why didn't you tell me?!" He almost yelled, making Sharon jump back slightly.
"It was selfish of me, I'm sorry," she said. "But I wanted to offer you something, if you wanted. If you wanted, I wonder…" she realized she repeated herself, stumbling on her words. "Uh… I don't know if I could become, or even if you wanted me to be, your mother. Legally your mother, I mean." Rusty's face lit up, not only was he happy to hear that but to see how nervous she was of asking him. "I don't want an answer now, if you want me to adopt you or not, but I want you to think about. I mean really think about it. I don't know if I would be granted it, even. But I am willing to try if you want." She smiled wearily.
"Alright, I'll think about it," he said trying to hide his smile. "Thanks, Sharon." She nodded slightly. He stood, and began walking out of the room.
"Oh, and if you would tell everyone that we will be heading out in about a half hour, or else we won't get back in time to get ready for dinner and the show," she told him. He nodded, and left the room.
They were heading to Time Square for the day after the students not letting her say no to going, but had to back no later than 4. Today they were to go to dinner at the finest restaurant that Gav's father could find, and then they were to go to the Met, and those two things Sharon knew would take her and the other girls a while to get ready for. It saddened her to know this was their last full day in New York, and they were to leave at 5pm tomorrow.
She walked out of the living room to the dining room to see Brenda, who was already for the day like Sharon, sitting at the dining room table with a cup of coffee. Brenda extended her arm out, handing Sharon the coffee she had made for her.
"Thank you," Sharon said, accepting it. She sat beside Brenda, and pushed Brenda's feet off of the table; the small act earned a pouty grunt from Brenda.
Her hand lingered on Brenda's leg, savoring the feeling. She had grown use to waking up with Brenda beside her during this past week, and didn't want that to go away. The two had grown even closer during this trip, sharing laughs and quick loving glances. Brenda had said that she loved her first thing every morning and the last thing at night. Sharon felt bad for not saying it back, because she knew she loved Brenda back, but couldn't bring herself to say it out loud.
They had done everything together this week, and Sharon would miss it terribly. She'd never acted the way she had with Brenda. She found herself being goofy, and admiring the smallest things. She burned as many images of her as she could into her brain of the simple things that Brenda would do when she was happy. The way her mouth opened slightly when she smiled, and how her shoulders pulled forward when she chuckled. The twinkle in her eyes when she realized her love for theater. The way she bit her lip and blushed anytime she caught Sharon starring at her while doing these small things.
Sharon was more than in love with Brenda. She was in awe, need, desire, hopelessness, and engulfed in this woman and everything she did. Going home meant not having that, at least not like this. It would go back to secret nights and lunches of hot passion. Which she didn't mind, but she wanted this side of Brenda too. She wanted all of her. She did not, however, want to share her anymore. The thought scared her. If she said that she wanted Brenda to choose, she knew she could lose her, but if she didn't she was scared she would lose herself in this game.
What she didn't know was that Brenda thought the exact same thing. She needed Sharon in her life, and felt it odd how she didn't feel guilt. She knew what she was going to do once she got back. She arranged a meeting with a lawyer for the day after tomorrow. She was going to divorce Fritz, and it made her nervous. She always felt she had to marry him; that he sprung the proposal on her in such an emotional state and she loved him so she had no choice. There wouldn't have been a problem in their marriage if he hadn't started drinking. If he hadn't lost himself at the bottom of the bottle and change his whole attitude, Brenda wondered if she would have ever found herself in such a compromising position. She wouldn't ever have given in to her desires for Sharon. She would have never even been in that bar that fateful night. She didn't to think Sharon was the only reason for her leaving Fritz was her, but she wasn't sure she was ready to tell Sharon everything that was going on. She knew if Sharon found out the whole truth it would break her, she could never let her know.
Her heart broke over the thought of her knowing. She felt more shame and guilt with Sharon knowing she was still sleeping with her husband, than her husband knowing she was sleeping with Sharon. Regardless of that, she never wanted Fritz to know the truth either. She would never tell him she was having an affair, and certainly not that it was with Sharon. She didn't want to hurt him like that, not to that degree. A part of her wondered that when she filled for the divorce, if he would blame himself. Which a part of him should. That also pung some guilt. Would she really let him think he had all the guilt in her leaving because she didn't want to tell him? No, she told herself. If he knew, he would blame himself more and blame her in the wrong ways. He would drink more. She couldn't do that.
Some of the reasons she was thinking of the divorce was the drinking. She knew she influenced it by trying to encourage him to stop. She thought that if she left it might help. That he would either see how far he had fallen, or that she was the problem in the first place and she would remove the problem (herself.
"How'd it go?" Brenda asked, knowing what Sharon had just asked Rusty.
"Good, I think."
"You think?"
"I hope," she corrected. She took a sip of her coffee, and rolled her neck.
"I am sure he will want it," Brenda reassured her, grabbing her free hand. They shared a weary smile.
"I hope so, otherwise I am going to feel so foolish for thinking he did."
"Foolish, or hurt?" Brenda wondered, knowing the answer already. Sharon sighed, knowing it too. "I don't think I've ever think I've thanked you for doing what you did." Sharon lifted her eyebrow, not fully understanding what Brenda meant. "For cleaning up my mess I left you with Rusty. For taking him in and taking care of him. It was wrong of me to put that on you, and I wanted to properly thank you."
Sharon smiled at this. "If you had stayed, would you have actually taken him in anyway?"
Brenda shrugged. "I don't know. Probably not."
"So, I would have more than likely taken him in anyway."
"Oh, for heavens sake, with you just take my thanks," Brenda said.
"I am not going to say 'you're welcome', taking him in helped me and him. I can't imagine not doing it," she argued.
"Well, then you're welcome."
Sharon glared at Brenda for a minute, before taking another sip of her coffee. She took her hand away from Brenda's and placed it on the mug.
*.*.*.*
Brenda walked around the corner, facing Rusty and Sharon. She wore an 'I love New York' shirt and a foam Statue of Liberty hat. Sharon let out a chuckle and shook her head. Rusty made a blunt laugh.
"Oh no," Sharon said. "You look like a tourist. Take that off before someone tries to mug you," she insisted with a joking manner.
Brenda sighed, and pulled the hat off her head. "Well, we are in a souvenir shop."
"Doesn't mean you have to look like a tourist," Rusty pointed out, trying not to laugh more. Sharon nodded in agreement.
"Hey, I think I want something though. Something to remind of this wonderful week," Brenda said, with almost a pouty face.
"So, be normal and take some pictures," Piper put in. Brenda rolled her eyes, not liking the girl in the first place and her rudeness only making it worse.
"Thank you, Piper, I hadn't thought of that," she replied sarcastically.
"I'll get you something," Sharon said, reassuring her. "Something that will remind you of everything this week."
Brenda smiled. "Okay," she said with a small smile.
"Hey," Judith said walking up to them. Another new bag in her hands. Each of them had at least four bags in hand.
"Alright, we are going to make one more stop, and then we can head back and get ready," Sharon told them.
"Where else are we stopping?" Terri complained.
"I told Brenda I was getting her something, and I can at least try to be true to my word," she explained. Rusty sighed, not wanting to. "Fine, you guys go back to the car, and I will meet you there shortly. Brenda go with them."
"You sure?" Brenda wondered, not wanting to leave her.
"I'm sure. It'll be quicker if I go alone."
"Okay, we'll meet you back at the car," Rusty said, impatiently. He began walking out of the store, and towards the car.
"Go," she pushed Brenda. Brenda nodded, and followed.
*.*.*.*
"What is taking you so long?" Brenda asked opening the door on Sharon in the mist of changing. Brenda smiled the woman in front of her was only wearing only a bra and panties.
"Brenda! Do you knock!?" She exclaimed, covering herself in case anyone was walking by.
"It's just me, calm down," she told her, walking in. She shut the door behind her.
Sharon sighed. "I'm almost done, I just need to put on my dress."
"Oh, you need help?" She suggested, moving closer to the older woman. Her red dress clung to her torso and the skirt frilling around her. The few lose curls that had broken free from her sloppy French twist bounced with each step.
"I'm good, thank you," Sharon said. She crossed over to the old wardrobe, and opened it. She pulled out the dress bag that had been hanging side it all week. "I'll be down in a second, you don't have to wait for me."
"What if I wanna watch you change?" Brenda asked, moving the back of her index finger along Sharon's shoulder and down the top of her chest.
Sharon gently ran her teeth over her bottom lip. "I think you should wait till later tonight to see me undress," she said in a suggestive tone. She didn't want the possibility of Brenda ruining her carefully applied make up or hair.
"Hm," Brenda said with a pout, though she was allured by the proposition. She walked out, and back down the stairs waiting with the rest of them.
All of them were taking pictures of each other with their intentions to post them on social media site clear. Brenda found herself being sucked into some of the pictures as Rusty asked her to take one with him. It was only a minute or so until Sharon heels were heard on the hard wood staircase.
Brenda looked up and saw the woman, unable to help the grin that appeared. Sharon wore a cerulean coloured dress that was floor length. The dress bore lose pleats starting just below the waist, and down to the floor, making it look like a flowing river. The top was a one sleeve square neckline; the sleeve, which was on her left shoulder, started as a thick upside down triangle, but as it passed her shoulder it became forked. The first division stretched all the way across her back to her right side, and the second to her left side. Her hair was in lose ribbon curls and pulled back into a half ponytail. The ring Brenda had given her just over a week ago matched it perfectly, glistening with the dim light. She moved down the stairs with ease, joining the crowd, though standing out among them.
"Wow, Sharon," Rusty said, catching site of her. "You look amazing." This comment made the rest look to her.
"Agreed," Brenda added.
"Why don't we get a picture of you three," Leo suggested. Sharon nodded, moving closer to Brenda and Rusty. She pulled her arm around Rusty, and Brenda did the same. They smiled as the flash run out. It then followed by a picture of just Sharon and Rusty, and then of Brenda and Sharon.
While taking the photograph of Sharon and Brenda, their opposing arms wrapped around the others waist. Their hands clung to the others waist. Brenda could have sworn she heard one of them cough 'just kiss her', which tempted her to do so.
"We should get going to dinner," Sharon said, pulling away from Brenda.
*.*.*.*
"What the hell is that?" Piper wondered, more towards Rusty. She poked at her food.
Rusty shrugged. "How the hell should I know?" He said, clearly annoyed by her.
Most of them were annoyed by Piper, and Piper had an obvious crush on Rusty. But Sharon somehow understood Piper, feeling somewhat bad for the girl. Sharon chuckled at the girls clear attempts to woo Rusty, and how bluntly Rusty kept turning her down.
"Would you like some wine?" the waiter asked Sharon and Brenda.
"No," Sharon said, "I don't." She said knowing she was driving, and it would not be right on this trip to do so. Though, there are worse things I have done on this trip that shouldn't have been done, Sharon thought.
"I'll have a glass," Brenda answered, knowing just one glass would influence her to much. He nodded, and poured her a glass. Brenda swirled the liquid in her glass, mixing it to her content, and took a sip. She noticed Brenda was staring at her. "What?"
"Nothing," Sharon said, turning her head away, blushing. She cut her steak, and took a small bite. "So, what was your guys favorite part about the trip?" She asked the table.
"The whole trip isn't over," Joseph pointed out.
"So far," she corrected herself.
"I loved Wicked," Judith said, unsurprisingly. "It was amazing. I'd love to do Broadway, it's so exciting!"
"Mine was orchestra, it was so peaceful, and tailored," Terri added. "I've never really seen one live, and seeing it live gives it so much more life." Sharon nodded in agreement, she also enjoyed going to a good orchestra now and then.
"Mine was that fight we saw with the guy and the hobo," Joe said. Getting a shocked look from all at the table. "That was so funny," he said.
"That isn't funny," Piper said horrified. "It's sad."
"The man was asking for money for food, and the man kicked him for it. What that man did was cruel," Sharon added. Joe rolled her eye, clearly not caring for her words. "Next," she said not wanting to talk any more.
"I liked the shopping," Piper added.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Brenda quipped back. The comment earned her a nudge in the side from Sharon. "Ow," she muttered, looking at Sharon who was looking at her.
"I liked the sight seeing. I love it here in the City. It's so different than being in LA," Terri said.
"I preferred the actual show, the hustle and bustle of it," Gav said. "Reminded me of why I like theater of much. I realized how much I liked it and enjoyed it. The happiness, and emotions it brought from the audience. I love it."
Brenda and Sharon smiled at the answer. Knowing his answer was true and heartfelt.
"Your next," Gav nudged towards Rusty.
"Oh, right. My favorite part was not having to deal with school," he joked, getting a laugh from table. "Seriously, this week was stress free. It was nice." He looked to Sharon, it being her turn.
"My favorite part was relaxing to," she answered. "I haven't had a good break in year, and I got to spend it actually enjoying myself. I was able to enjoy the small things in life I missed; good shows, being here in New York City again, friendship." She looked at Brenda refraining from say 'love'. "It's been nice to remember all those things. And your favorite thing, Brenda?"
"Uh," Brenda paused, thinking. "I don't know," she said with a shrug. "I just enjoyed your company," she said to Sharon, but tried playing it off that she meant all of them by moving her gaze across the table. Sharon blushed slightly and turned back to her food, biting her lip.
She narrowed her eyes. "Shoot," she muttered.
"What?" Rusty and Brenda asked in sync.
"I left the card in the center council," she said standing. She was referring to the card Gav's father had given her for food and gas. "I'll be right back."
She walked to the front of the restaurant, got her coat from the hostess, and walked outside. She then retrieved her keys from valet. Her heels clicked on the gravel, and she wrapped her arms around her stomach from the cold. The air was brisk, but not windy. It froze her nose, ears, and cheeks, and it made her breath crystalize. This she did not miss about New York, she hated the cold.
Once she reached the car, she unlocked it, and leaned in to pull out the card, slipping it into her purse. She also pulled out the pack of cigarettes she had hidden under her seat. She pulled out one cigarette and the packet of matches that were inside it. She placed the cigarette in her mouth, balancing between her lips as she lit it. She inhaled deeply, relaxed by its soothing toxins. She pushed the smoke out of her nose, and then bent down to put the cigarettes back in their hiding spot. She turned around, shut the door, and leaned against the car as she took another long drag of her poison.
Her eyes slip shut, feeling the nicotine filling her lungs. She knew she shouldn't be smoking, especially on this trip but she was alone and didn't see the harm. She shouldn't have even bought the pack. She couldn't help it though. She gave it up, and now she was back to it. She regretted it, but she needed it; just like she needed Brenda.
"Captain Raydor?" She heard a boys voice call out, causing her to jump.
"Jesus!" She exclaimed, nearly dropping her cigarette. Her eyes opened and saw Gav standing in front of her.
"Not quiet," he said with a chuckle. "You smoke?"
She looked down at the cigarette in fingers. "Solemnly," she answered, knowing it was pointless denying it. She was caught red handed. She reached down to put out the cigarette.
"You don't have to do that. I'm not going to tell anyone," he told her. "Unless you let me take a drag." Her eyes went wide. "Jezze, Captain, I'm just kidding. Ligthen up. Finish it, I wanted to talk to you anyway." He leaned against the car beside her.
"What about?" She asked, taking another hit.
"Uh," he said, suddenly nervous. Her head tilted completely upright. "I..I…" he stammered.
"It's okay," she said, her voice now worried. "You can tell me, whatever it is."
He looked up to her, fear in his eyes. Not the fear as one would have of dying or having committed a crime, but fear of words and what would come of them.
"How… When did you know that you were attracted to women?" He asked, clearly nervous by doing so. His head was tucked down, like a dog tucking its tail.
"I'm sorry?" She diverted the answer. "I'm not," she lied. She took another hit off her cigarette, trying to play it cool. She blew the smoke from her nose, and flicked her cigarette.
"Oh, please, everyone here knows you and Mrs. Johnson are fooling around," he told her. She coughed what smoke was left in her lungs, and covered her mouth with the back of her hand.
"What?" she coughed, trying to breath correctly. "There is nothing going on between Mrs. Johnson and I," she said with the tone she had when she was trying to convince someone of a lie.
"You've got to be kidding, you two having been fucking each other with your eyes the whole week. If you aren't together, you two should stop lying to yourselves and do the world a favor and screw already."
Her mouth dropped open. Not only did his words surprise her, but the fact that he had seen it. If he seen it, they all had. Her love for Brenda was no longer a secret, nor Brenda's for her.
"Why are you asking me this?" She wondered, feeling slightly uneasy.
"I just want to know."
Sharon opened her jaw slightly, pushing it to the right. She sensed why he was asking, and nodded.
"You like a boy?" She asked, getting a horrified look from him. His eyes were wide, and wouldn't look at her. "It's fine if you do," trying to reassure him.
"It's not fine, my dad would kill me if he found out," he argued.
"I don't think it would be that extreme," she said with an arched eyebrow.
"Oh, no, I think it isn't. His brother is gay, and the whole family disowned him. How do you think he'd react to his own son?"
"Are you sure you are gay?" She asked.
"I don't know. I mean, I am really attracted to…" He trailed off. She nodded, urging him to continue. Sharon smiled lightly trying to reassure him, and took another long hit of the cigarette as he spoke. "To the idea of it." He shook his head. "And it scares me."
She did a ghost inhale, and let it out as she spoke. "I was scared too, for a long time. Even when I was in that type of relationship, I still never gave myself fully to woman. Not until…"
"-With Mrs. Johnson," he finished. She nodded. "How long was that?"
"30 years." Her mind wondered, questioning why she was telling him this.
"It took you 30 years?" His tone was that of awe.
She nodded. "Yea. And only my kids know that I am bi, they have known their whole because I felt I had to be honest with them. But I never told my family."
"Why not?"
"Same reason you are, too scared to. I am scared of their reaction," she admitted. She shook her head, trying not to think about it to hard. "My sister doesn't even know." She took a deep breath.
"So what do I do?"
"I think you should follow your heart," she told him. "And doing that doesn't mean coming out of the closet right away, or at even all maybe. As long as you are happy with who you are and who you are with, that's what matters." She flicked the butt of her cigarette again.
"But I still don't know if anything is going to happen," he said with a huff.
"Why's that?"
"Because I don't even know if the guy I like, likes guys. What if I asked him out, he turned me down, and then everyone found out? I couldn't take that."
"Is the boy someone that would tell everyone?"
"I don't think so," he said, with a frown. "But what if he is?"
"Then he isn't worth your time anyway." She took one last hit off her cigarette before putting it out. "Mind telling me who it is?"
She put the cigarette in a small container inside her purse, and sprayed a small amount of perfume on her so they wouldn't smell the smoke. She took a small mint from her bag, and ate it quickly.
"It's uh… It's uh, Rusty." His voice waver, and he looked at her. She just smiled, and rubbed her hands together to warm them.
"You should tell him. I think he will surprise you."
"You think?"
She gave a half smirk. "I do." He blushed, though it was hard to tell though the red that covered his cheeks. "Let's get back inside. It's freezing." She brought her hands to her mouth to warm them, blowing the warm air from her lungs between her palms.
They quickly walked back inside, getting curious glances from the table. They sat back in seats. Sharon placed her clutch bag in her lap, and glanced over to Brenda.
"What took you guys so long?" Brenda asked.
"Gav and I were talking," she answered simply.
"Your face is red," Brenda said, pointing out Sharon's now rosy nose and cheeks.
"Well, it is cold outside," she replied with a soft chuckle. She reached down to Brenda's lap were her hand was resting, and wrapped her fingers gently into the other woman's palm. "That can help warm me," she said. No whisper or secrecy intended.
Brenda bit her lip, glad to see Sharon's sudden bluntness of her affection. It also worried her slightly. Why all of a sudden was she was open when she had tried so hard to keep it a secret this week? What exactly did her and Gav talk about?
*.*.*.*
The group was now back home, tired from the long show that only three of them understood what was being said as the show was in French. Sharon, Gav, and Judith had whisper commentary to the others throughout the whole show. Sharon had given up trying to keep up with a line by line translation, and gave a brief one song by song.
Now they were sitting in the family room, still dressed to the nines. They were discussing the show, Sharon explained to them the plot. Finally, after the unth time explaining the rest understood, excluding Joe.
Sharon sighed giving up the battle. She looked down at her watch, seeing it was well past midnight. She let out a small yawn, and looked to Brenda.
"I'm heading off to bed," she said, patting the blonde leg gently.
Since Gav had told her that they were aware of Brenda and Sharon's relationship, she hadn't cared the rest of the night. She even openly kissed Brenda outside of the Met while waiting for the show. It was a small peck, but it still got a gasp from Brenda, and glares from various members of the line. Though none of the student's gave either of them a second glance as though they had been seeing them doing it all week.
"I'm coming with," Brenda agreed, retiring in at this late time. "Y'all should too, soon," she advised the lot, though did not pressure them into a bedtime. She got up, holding out her hand for Sharon.
"Probably," Leo said, yawing himself. "Why'd you have to yawn?"
"I'm sorry?" She asked, not really feeling bad. She laughed slightly. "But do try to go to bed soon, so you can sleep on the ride home." She stood, taking Brenda's hand.
Brenda led them to the room, silently. She closed the door, and moved over to her side of the bed. She grabbed her camera.
"Sharon come here," she said.
"Why?"
"Why? Why? Can't you just come here?" she said somewhat annoyed. Sharon huffed, and crossed over to Brenda's side of the bed.
"Yes?"
"I was thinking about earlier," she began. "About my souvenir."
"What about it? I told you I am getting you one. I just have to pick it up tomorrow."
"No, I know. I know." She moved closer to Sharon. "But I mean something else. Something I get to choose."
"And what's that?" Sharon asked, with a lifted eyebrow.
"I want a picture," she said, taking in consideration of what Piper had said about the picture earlier.
"Really of what?" She couldn't help but asked out of confusion. Brenda turned on Sharon's camera.
"Of you, and of me," she answered.
"We have one though?" Sharon said out of confusion.
"Not like this," Brenda pointed out.
"Like wha-" Sharon said, but was caught off guard as Brenda scoped her in closer and crushed their lips together. She could see a bright flash from the corner of her eye. She pulled back, and smiled. Sharon smiled back to her. "Mind if I see?"
Brenda held up the camera, showing her the picture. The picture was off center and barely showed the two, as they were in the corner.
"Let's take another," Sharon offered. She shifted herself in Brenda's arms, making it somehow lighter. She placed her hand under Brenda's jaw, the other on her shoulder. She moved in close, placing her lips on her lover tenderly. She hummed against Brenda's lips, getting a small moan from her. Another flash of light made her vision go slightly pink, and she held the kiss a few seconds longer.
"Hm," Sharon hummed again softly. "Did that one do?" She asked, lifted Brenda's hand to look at the camera. This time the picture was perfect. They were in the exact center of picture, with happy content looks. She smirked, content with the picture.
"When you get home, can you send a copy my way?" Brenda asked.
Sharon nodded with a smirk in agreement, walking back to her side, by the wardrobe and dresser. She took her hair down, placing the bobypins holding it up on the dresser. She heard Brenda taking off her dress.
"Sharon, can you put this back in the wardrobe?" She asked, tossing her dress on the bed. Sharon sighed, dragging the garment from the bed. She opened the wardrobe, placed it on a hanger, and hung it inside. She then reached over to her right side, and pulled the zipper to her dress down. She let it pool around her feet, unhooking her bra before reaching down for the discarded dress. She threw her bra on top of the low dresser, and hung her dress inside the wardrobes next to Brenda's. She saw a bright flash, and looked over to Brenda.
"What the hell?" Sharon asked, seeing Brenda holding the camera up to Sharon. Brenda was now sitting on the bed, propped against the headboard. Her legs were folded in front of her, her eyes smiled to Sharon.
"Taking pictures," Brenda stated simply, taking another shot of Sharon.
"Yes, I see that, but I am half naked," she pointed out.
"All the more reason to take picture," she said. Sharon moved over to Brenda, crawling over the bed. Brenda took another picture. Sharon reached over, attempting to grab the camera, but failed. She then sat up, at Brenda's feet. She smiled to Brenda who held up the camera again. She placed her hands on her legs, and she lifted her eyebrow and licked her lips slightly.
"Give me the camera," Sharon said, looking at the woman. She didn't extend her arm for it. She gave a smirked, pulling her lip to the right. Brenda took another picture, the flash once again catching Sharon off guard but blinding her this time. "Oh, you little-" she muttered.
Sharon propped herself on her knee's, and gripped Brenda's ankles. In a harsh pull, Sharon brought Brenda down; pulling her from a sitting position into a lying one. A gasp from Brenda occurred in the process. Sharon lifted her legs, and straddled Brenda's hips. She leaned down, taking the camera from Brenda.
"I'm a cop, if someone found these I could lose my job," she told her.
"So, delete them," Brenda said, almost sarcastically. Sharon glared at her over the camera, which she then lifted and took a shot of Brenda on it. "Okay, not far," Brenda said, covering her hurting eyes that now couldn't see anything from the flash.
"How is it not far? You did it to me?" She tested.
"If you are going to take one, at least let me pose," Brenda replied, looking back up to Sharon. Sharon lifted her right eyebrow, challenge her. Brenda pushed herself up slightly pulled her hair down, letting curls fall. She laid back down, the curls fanned out on the pillow. She brought lifted her hand up, and tussled her blonde locks. She rested her arm above her head, and tilted her head into her arm slightly. She bit her lip, and Sharon rubbed her lips together. Sharon lifted the camera, and took another picture of Brenda. Brenda took the camera from her. "Now your turn."
"You know I am just going to delete it, right?" Sharon pointed out.
"I know, but I still want to take one."
Sharon smiled lightly, crawling off Brenda to her side of the bed. Brenda sat up again, and turned face Sharon. Sharon laid on her side turning towards Brenda, draped her left leg over her right lightly. She rested down into the bed, her right arm rested under her head and her left on her ribs. She smiled at Brenda lightly, not really giving Sharon a seductive pose but a simple one. Brenda wouldn't have preferred it any other way, as she like seeing Sharon relaxed like this. The flash filled the room as Brenda took the picture.
Sharon reached out, dragging her hand along Brenda's rib. Brenda shuddered, and let the camera fall between.
"We should go to sleep," Sharon told her. Brenda nodded, knowing they needed it.
She placed the camera on the nightstand beside her, then turned back around to Sharon who was turning off the light. She searched for the womans lengthy fingers, entwining them together. She brought Sharon's fingers to her mouth and kissed them softly.
"Goodnight," Brenda told her. Sharon moved closer to Brenda, enjoying her warmth.
"Night," Sharon responded, then let out another yawn.
*.*.*.*
Brenda set the camera, which she had been recording her confession on, on the nightstand beside her side of the bed, not realizing she hadn't shut it off and it was still recording. She crawled over the bed and pulled herself over Sharon's frame, hovering over her without making contact to the skin underneath. Her hands sought out the woman's flesh, needing it. Feeling nothing but freedom doing so; finally not feeling any restriction doing so.
Sharon, still asleep, let out a soft garbled moan. Her eyes stayed closed, indicating to Brenda that she was still very much asleep. Brenda bent down, placing open mouth kisses on one of Sharon's weak spots, which was the bottom curve of her right breast. She heard a gasp, and felt Sharon's body move underneath her. She placed another kiss there, and nibbled slightly at the skin, eliciting a moan from Sharon. Sharon's hands sought out Brenda's hair, knotting her finger into the blonde strands. Brenda's hands moved up, palming both of Sharon's round breast. She switched placed of her hands and mouth, her hands now messaging the meeting point of Sharon's breast and rib, and her mouth tracing over her nipple. This earned a firm tug to Brenda's hair.
Brenda looked up slightly. "Good-mornin'," she told Sharon placing a kiss on Sharon's cleavage as she talked. Sharon shuddered, and pulled Brenda's hair to force her to look at her. Sharon shifted her wait, flipping them over onto Brenda's side of the bed.
"Morning," Sharon said confidently.
She gripped Brenda's wrist, forcing them above her head. Sharon kissed Brenda hungrily, making Brenda roll into Sharon's body. The feel of Sharon between her spread legs with the only thing keeping her center pressed against Sharon's stomach was her underwear was unbearable. She rolled her hips, pleasuring herself along Sharon's abdomen.
Sharon pulled away, flipped her hair over to her right shoulder, then let go of Brenda's left wrist. Her hand ventured down Brenda's body, and under her panties. She pushed her fingers deep into Brenda without warning. Brenda's hand flew around Sharon's body, clutching to her skin, and she pushed her face into Sharon's shoulder to muffle her moan. In doing so, Brenda bit Sharon, surely leaving a mark.
Sharon smiled wickedly, and repeated the motions until Brenda was sent reeling through a field of ecstasy. Brenda tried so hard to be quiet as she screamed Sharon's name against her skin. Her body was lifted at a 45 degree angle, as it usually did when she was close. Sharon knew in the within the moment she would make her love come, and that is exactly what she did. In the next thrust, Sharon ran her palm against the blonde.
"Sharon!" Brenda yelled, tipping her head back as she came hard on Sharon's hand. Her fingers dug deep into Sharon's skin, leaving red drops by the red welts.
Sharon let her ride it out, then pulled fingers out of her. Brenda collapsed back down on the mattress, breathing heavily. She looked up to Sharon.
"God, I love you," Brenda said, with a satisfied but weak smile.
Sharon smiled back. Running her hand clean hand on Brenda's cheek, and resting the other on Brenda's hip.
"I know. I love you too," Sharon finally said, finding it the right time to do so. Though she hoped she hadn't just set herself up for more hurt. She pushed the thought aside, and smiled. "I love you so so much. I don't think I could live without you."
Brenda's eyes beamed bright, and she leaned upwards for a kiss. A kiss that Sharon gladly accepted. She now felt relief in the fact, having finally told Brenda her feelings. She pulled back, and caressed Brenda's shoulder with butterfly kisses. She laid herself down beside her, wrapping her arms around her tightly.
"I hope no one heard you," she said, completely unaware what time it was.
"I don't think so, they aren't upstairs. I heard them go downstairs about an hour ago," Brenda said.
"What time is it?"
"Uh, close to ten, I think."
"Shit," Sharon mumbled, getting out of the bed. She scrambled over to her phone. She picked it up, and dialed a number. "Hello. This is Sharon Raydor, I purchased a customized piece from you yesterday." There was a pause. "Yes, that is correct." Brenda got of bed, and began dressing for the day. Sharon watched her carefully. "I know it is ready, thank you. I won't be able to make it down before the store closes today, because I woke up late. I was wondering if I could have it shipped to my home in Los Angeles because I heading back today."
Brenda walked over to Sharon. She kissed her gently. "I'll meet you downstairs," Brenda told her. Sharon nodded, smirking lightly.
"You can that's great!" Sharon exclaimed as Brenda excited.
Brenda walked down to the dinning room, were the students were all sitting in a circle playing an unknown game. Two were sitting directly in front of each other, on top of the table. The two being Piper and Terri.
"Go," Terri said.
"Hop," Piper said, more of a question though.
Rusty hesitated ever so slightly. "Into," was added.
"jeans," she went back without hesitation. Rusty now hesitated for a long time.
"Ah," the group called out. Terri sighed, and pulled herself off the table.
Rusty looked over and saw Brenda standing with confusion.
"I think we should let Mrs. Johnson go next," he offered, getting chuckles from the room.
"Go next for what. I don't know what y'all are doin'," she said, trying to avoid whatever it was.
"It's the alphabet game," Gav began to explain.
"Each person goes back and forth making a sentence. But they can only say one word, then it goes to the next till they hit Z. If you hesitate to long, you lose, or if the word doesn't work with sentence" Judith explained. "You can have one sentence. But you have to finish the sentence before going to the next."
"Come on, Brenda. 'Fraid of a challenge?" Piper asked in a joking manner. Brenda squinted her eyes, then walked over to the table. She sat on top of it.
Gav pulled out a coin. "Cause Piper won last, she calls it. Head's or tails?" He asked.
"Tails," Piper said. He flipped the coin, and it landed on tails.
"Go," he said, starting the game.
"A," Piper said.
"Bunny," Brenda instantly replied.
"Called."
"Declaration."
"Eventually."
"Forward."
"Growing."
"Honor," Brenda said with ease.
"In."
"Justice?" Brenda said, now questioning the logic of the sentence.
"Kevin."
"Liked."
"Maple?" Piper now said, finding difficulty.
Sharon stepped into the dinning room, and raised her eyebrow. She leaned against the door frame, watching in amusement.
"Not," Brenda added.
"Other."
"Pancakes."
"Quit."
"Reading."
"Stop."
"Talking."
Piper opened her mouth, trying to think of V. But her mind escaped her, and her pause was to long. Another lot of laughter roared through the room.
"Finally!" Rusty called out. "She finally lost!"
"You've never lost?" Brenda asked. Piper shook her head.
"Nope," Piper admitted, sinking off the table. "Hey Captain, why don't you and Mrs. Johnson give it a try."
"Oh no," Sharon said. "I don't think so."
"Why not?" Joe called out.
"Because I don't feel like it," Sharon sought as valid reason.
"Come on, Sharon; it's actually pretty fun," Brenda said. Sharon glared at Brenda over her glasses, and stepped closer.
"Fine, but I'm not sitting on the table."
"Okay," Brenda said with a content smile. She got off the table, and moved over to by the door frame where Sharon was standing.
"Call it, Brenda," Gav said, flipping the coin.
"Heads," Brenda said.
"It's Heads. Brenda you start."
"About," Brenda began.
"Being," Sharon added, not knowing the direction of the sentence.
"Careful."
"Don't."
"Escape."
"Fulfillment," Sharon added with a smile.
"Get."
"Happiness."
"In."
"Just."
"Kindly."
"Loving."
Brenda smirked lightly at Sharon's word, still hearing it fresh in her mind. Not only were they able to quickly feed off of each other, but their sentences flowed somewhat better and made sense.
"Maybe." Brenda said, without to much of a beat in between.
"Never."
"Openin'."
"Possibilities."
"Quit."
"Reasoning."
"Start."
"Trust."
"Understandin'."
"Validity."
"With."
"You." Brenda laughed slightly. "What?" She said, in her most Raydor like voice.
"You skipped X," Brenda pointed out. Sharon thought for a moment, and realized that she had. She also realized that meant she lost. "I win."
There was no cheering this time, just small grins around the table. Sharon cleared her throat.
"We should start packing up," Sharon said, looking down from Brenda. "We have to leave by 3, and I want to make sure everyone doesn't leave anything behind."
They nodded, and started making their way back to their rooms. Sharon felt a tug on her arm, and turned around seeing Rusty lagging behind. She stopped walking, and looked at him.
"What is it?" Sharon wondered.
"I just wanted to tell you that I do," he said.
"You do, what?" She said, not understanding the context but hoping her guess was right.
"I do want you to try and adopt me," he told her. A small smile appeared on her face and her eyes water slightly. "I know that I don't fit exactly into your family, I knew that being around Drystan. But I want a home, and I want a mother."
Sharon blinked, pushing back tears of joy that threatened their way out. She nodded, tensing her cheek muscles into a refrained smile.
"Okay," she said. She pulled Rusty into a tight hug, feeling nothing but happiness. She was with the woman she loved more than anything, and now Rusty had agreed to let her attempt to adopt him. Truthfully, she was on Cloud 9.
This place, this home that she had spent so much time fearing and hating, was now the home of dear and treasured memories to replace the haunting ones. She had confessed her love to a woman she wanted more than anything, and had the woman return her love. She would now be the mother of Rusty. She was on the way to becoming a Grandmother. She felt all stress gone from her shoulders, for once in a long long time.
She pulled away from Rusty, brushing his shoulder lightly with her hand to press out the wrinkles she just made. "Okay," she repeated, stepping away from him. "Tomorrow I will contact Cynthia, and see about setting this all up. And if you have any questions, or concerns, I want you to tell me right away. Don't be afraid to ask."
He nodded. "'Kay," he stated. "I should, uh, I should start packing."
"Hm," she said, nodding in agreement. They walked up the stairs together. Rusty disappearing into the boys room, as she made her way to hers.
When she entered the room, Brenda had carelessly thrown her things back into the suitcase and was now sitting on top of it trying to shut it. Sharon lifted her eyebrow, not surprised that Brenda would pack in such a manor.
"Need help?" Sharon asked, walking over to Brenda. Brenda's head snapped around to look at Sharon, blond curls flying around as she turned.
"Please," Brenda pleaded. Sharon walked over to Brenda.
"Shoot over some," Sharon advised, and Brenda obliged. Sharon sat next to Brenda on the suitcase, and grabbed a hold of the zipper. With great effort she pulled the zipper half way done, letting Brenda take over the rest. "You know, this would have been a lot easier had you just refolded your clothes?"
"To much work," Brenda said, with a distasteful look on her face. She stood and walked over to her side of the bed. She picked up the camera, tried to turn it on to double check that her video was still on it, but it did not turn on. "I think your camera died," she told Sharon.
Sharon looked over from her dresser, where she was neatly folding her clothing again.
"That's odd, it had half a battery last night," Sharon said, walking over to Brenda.
"Well, it's not turning on now."
Sharon took the camera from Brenda. "Shit, looks like I will have to delete those pictures after I get home."
*.*.*.*
Sharon sat in front of the terminal gate, waiting for their plane to start boarding. She rolled her neck, already exhausted of waiting to get home. A part of here didn't want to go home, wanted to stay here with Brenda and all of the kids that had grown on her the past week. She knew she couldn't though, she knew she had to go back to reality.
"Ma'am?" She heard a stranger say as he stepped in front of her. He stood at about 6 foot, with light sand brown hair, dark drown eyes, and was no older that 24. His stature was slumped, and tired. But his eyes seemed to go from tired, to happy when she met them with hers.
"Yes?" She wondered. The man smiled lightly, an unsettling cold smile. She shifted uneasily.
"I believe this belongs to you," he said, extending out Sharon camera to her.
"No, mine is right here," she said, lifting her purse in search of it, but found that it wasn't there.
"No, Ma'am, this is yours. You left it at security in the basket. I wouldn't had known it was your if I hadn't looked through it."
Sharon's mouth instantly went dry, and she glanced over to Sharon who sat opposite of her in the chairs. She glimpsed back at the man.
"You saw the pictures on it?" She asked, swallowing harshly.
"Yes, and I must say you should keep a better eye on leaving those types of things lying around," he told her.
"I'll keep that in mind," she said. She reached out or her black camera, and their fingers touched ever so slightly. His fingers were like ice, and felt dead. She quickly recovered her camera and put it back into her purse. Embarrassment washed over her. "Thank you."
He smiled again. "Welcome. If we hadn't been taking the same flight out, I don't think I would have caught you."
"Well, thank goodness for that," she said almost sourly. He took a step closer to her crossed legs, brushing the fabric of his pants against her leg. His eyes elevated over her body. She pulled away.
"Brenda, Honey, I think I want some coffee. Do you want some?" She asked, trying to get away from the man.
"I would, Joe, why don't you go with Sharon to get some coffee," Brenda suggested; hoping that Joe's tall and athletic domineer would help Sharon rid of the man. Joe nodded, and stood, clearly towering over the man.
"Come on, Captain," he said, grabbing her hand helping her out of her seat.
"Thank you," Sharon said as they walked away from the group.
"No problem, that guy was giving me the creeps," he informed her.
"Me too."
She crossed her arms over her stomach uncomfortably, feeling insecure about herself. She shook her head trying hard to clear the thought from it. She wanted to have a clear mind for her flight back home.
A/N: So, I was debating whether or not to add the femslash in this chapter or take it out, but I was told by a friend never to take femslash out, so I left it in for her. I know there is smut in just about every chapter, and I am trying to add a chapter without it (cause their relationship isn't strictly a sexual one), but because of all the ideas I have, it's hard to find one without some form of smut. And I know this was a bit jumpy and didn't flow as good as I wanted, but it's 21 pages so I couldn't add other scenes I wanted. Oh well. The next chapter will be shorter.