As always, all rights to the characters of The Closer and Rizzoli and Isles reside with their respective rights holders.

Thanks to Kyra Sedgewick and Mary McDonnell for the inspiration they provide. Writing these two is a joy, the dialogue practically writes itself.

Café conversations

Sharon's viewpoint

It was Monday evening and the weather was nice enough that Brenda and I had made the 15 minute walk together from the LAPD headquarters building to our café, just enjoying the weather, the evening and each other's company.

We were both tired, it had been a crazy weekend, the Ball, an amazing night dancing together and then the bombing. Everyone had only had a few hours' sleep before we had to be back at work, with most of Sunday tied up giving statements, wrapping up the paperwork and dealing with the aftermath of Weatherly's confession.

Brenda and I'd chatted, snuck a kiss or two when we could before everyone headed out on Sunday evening for as much sleep as possible. Today had been busy, with bits and pieces falling into place on our OIS investigation, so we were matching business with pleasure, talking shop over dinner, mind you neither of us needed a reason to spend time together, not now, not anymore.

Brenda was wearing a tailored grey jacket and skirt combo over a black blouse, we'd picked it out on a shopping trip ages ago but I liked it on her, it emphasised her hourglass figure, not to mention hugging her ass so nicely.

It looked so good on her I'd almost wanted to walk behind her, just to see everything move in all the right places, lovely long legs perched on top of those wickedly sexy black patent leather heels.

I didn't, but I did wonder, seeing her in that lovely suit, if I hadn't subconsciously packaged her up in something I liked looking at her in so much, months before I'd admitted that I really wanted her.

Whatever the reason she looked lovely and I just liked looking at her. I got the impression the feeling was mutual as I caught her checking me out of the corner of her eyes several times. I'd foregone the usual pants suits for a blue blazer over a cream dress and matching heels. Brenda had shyly admitted to me yesterday that she liked looking at my legs, so I'd worn it specially for her today. I got the impression from the small smiles I was getting that she appreciated my choice.

Arriving at the café Sarah waved us to the back to where our usual table waited, we knew our drinks wouldn't be far behind.

"So sweetie, what'd you find out about our OIS victim?" I leaned back in the booth and sighed, it was good to finally be able to relax.

"Well, Maura confirmed this morning that Dimery had major cosmetic surgery to alter his face sufficiently that he wouldn't be recognised by his own mother" Brenda nodded.

"That much surgery's expensive, ties in with your WitSec theory"

"Yep, Ana spoke to the Justice Department; my usual contacts on holiday but she was able to arrange a meeting with the senior WitSec officer here in Los Angeles, I saw him this afternoon"

We both looked up and smiled as Sarah delivered our drinks. I swear they were getting faster, at this rate they'd be waiting for us to arrive soon. With a cheerful wave she headed off to take the order of a couple a few tables away, leaving us in peace. Brenda took a sip and smiled, before turning her attention back to me with a questioning gaze. I smiled.

"When I mentioned Robert Dimery he tried to play it cool, but when Jose Rodriguez and Hector Garcia's names came up he looked like he was trying to pass a baseball" At her confused look I felt I needed to clarify what I meant. "Y'know, got a really strained expression, all gritted teeth and narrow eyes" Brenda's laughter was rich and happy. Finally she subsided, tears of mirth in her eyes.

"Nice turn of phrase there sweetie, I wish I'd been there to see that" She shook her head, obviously taken by my description. Finally she subsided. "So what'd he tell you?"

"He admitted all three were in Witsec. Turns out they'd all given evidence against the Sinaloa cartel. Dimery was a high-level lieutenant, handling money transactions between the cartel and their distributors here in the States. Rodriguez and Garcia had been lower-level people, handling distribution of drugs and enforcement; all turned evidence against the cartel and ended up in Witsec. Now they're all dead" Brenda slumped a little in her seat, her former good humour gone.

"So we have three former Sinaloa people, all turned against the cartel, gave evidence and ended up in Witsec, then turned up dead, at the hands of two of our detectives. Oh my lord" I nodded slowly.

"Yep, that was my reaction as well. One of those moments when I didn't really want us to be right, well you were right, you called it long before I did" She shrugged.

"I had a different perspective is all, you would have got there soon enough, so what now?"

"I got him to run down anyone else with ties to the Sinaloa cartel in Witsec here in California who's ended up dead over the past few years, see if there's a pattern" Brenda's mouth quirked as she thought that over.

"What are you thinking Sharon?"

"I was chewing over something you said, that the only reason this turned up as an OIS was because we had a Black and White on scene so quickly. I was wondering if there hadn't been a shooting then what would have happened" Brenda considered that for a bit.

"You think that something went wrong and they covered it up as an OIS?" I nodded.

"Possibly, it would explain a few things. Like why use their own service weapons which are already in the system? The moment the body turns up we'd run ballistics and tie the bullets to their guns"

"So they knock on the door, flash the badges, get the vic to relax and then do…something. But in this case it went wrong, Dimery ran or fought and they shot him and then planted the weapon to make it look clean"

"A weapon registered to an owner killed in a robbery gone wrong 18 months ago, a robbery in which the lead investigating officer was one Detective Kennedy of Robbery Homicide" Brenda's mouth did that exasperated quirk that I've become so used to.

"Oh this just gets better and better" We paused as Sarah came over and we placed our orders; Lasagne for Brenda and Spaghetti Bolognese for me, it seemed to be a night for Italian. Once she departed Brenda took up the thread again.

"Does this give us enough to go looking for a court order to look into their bank accounts?" I shrugged.

"I'm not sure, we'd need a sympathetic judge, one who's prepared to cut us some slack, we don't have a lot of hard evidence" She sighed.

"It is pretty circumstantial"

"That it is, unfortunately. While you managed to get a confession out of Weatherly based on some pretty flimsy circumstantial evidence, without it we wouldn't have had much of a leg to stand on. Same here, but I doubt Kennedy would roll over if we questioned him, he'd scream for a lawyer and clam up immediately" Nodding sadly, Brenda leaned forward.

"So where's this leave us?"

"Still digging I'm afraid. We could be at this for weeks, picking away at loose ends to see what unravels" Brenda gave me a sly smile.

"So we're stuck working together on this for weeks?"

"Looks that way" She looked down at her coffee.

"Well, it's not like I had better things to do with my evenings…" We both had a soft chuckle at that, neither of us were social butterflies, both too married to the job. I spoke softly

"I'm kinda hoping that might change" We exchanged smiles at that. Brenda bit her lip for a moment before speaking.

"Any idea what Maura and Natalie have planned?" I shook my head.

"Nope, not a clue, though apparently they've quite a track record in setting up great nights"

"Yeah, I remember those shots of them you showed me, oh my lord"

"I doubt we'll be going to The Intersection on Saturday though" She looked at me, brown eyes full of questions as I explained why

"It's got a reputation as a full-on lesbian dance club, some pretty hard core people there, plus it's a renowned pick up joint. I doubt they'd be taking us to a place where we'd spend our first night out together fighting off unwanted attention" I looked at her, my voice softening.

"I don't want anyone else, just you; and I don't want to share" Brenda looked down, her cheeks colouring gently, before she spoke in a soft voice.

"I don't want to share either" Her hand slid across the table and into mine, making me happy.

We sat there for a while, both with small smiles on our faces, before Sarah arrived with dinner. If she'd noticed us holding hands she didn't show it as she dished up.

We sat and ate for a while in a companionable silence, before leaning back. I smiled across the table at Brenda.

"It's been a while since I've been on a girl's night out, let alone a date night. I have to confess I'm a little nervous about it" She looked back at me and smiled as well.

"It's been a lot longer for me sweetie, I'm actually nervous as hell" I smiled.

"No need, you don't have to do anything different, just be the person I know. I like that person" Brenda smiled, before the smile fell away from her face, something was bothering her, I could tell.

"What's up Brenda?" She stared away into the distance for a moment, before coming back to me, her face sad and wan. I wanted to kiss her right then and there and make her smile again. "What's the matter?"

"Sharon, you said you liked the person you knew. What if there was more to me that you didn't know, maybe you wouldn't like me then" I smiled, happy to reassure her.

"I doubt that, I've seen you at your best and your worst honey, I still like you" Brenda sat there gazing at me quietly.

"You haven't you know" I frowned, she was worrying me a little, this was so unlike her.

"Haven't what Brenda?" She looked at me with sadness in her eyes.

"Seen me at my worst" I cocked my head, looking at her.

"What do you mean?" Brenda looked down at the table

"I've done things, despicable things really, behaved abominably and done some things I'm ashamed of" I smiled and tried to make a joke out of it, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm sure they can't be too bad, I mean you don't wear those hideous floral skirts as much anymore thank god, they were pretty bad" It didn't help, Brenda didn't even smile. Her voice was soft, sad; it hurt to hear her like that.

"Sharon, what if you don't like me, the person I was, the things I've done" I realised she was serious, whatever was bothering her was pretty important to her, I ditched the humour and went with honesty.

"Brenda, nothing you've done could change how I feel about you, you're a good person"

"Not always. I did things, when I was with the agency, terrible things. They were why I left, then when I did leave I did other things that I'm not proud of either" I reached out and snared her fingers, hooking mine in hers and drawing her hand into mine.

"Why don't you let me be the one to determine if I don't like what you did? Tell me and we'll talk them through" She looked a little scared.

"I want to, I'm just scared that you won't like what you hear, maybe not want to be around me afterwards" I leaned forward.

"Brenda, if you've murdered anyone I'd help you hide the body, ok? Seriously I doubt you've done anything that will change my opinion of you"

"Don't be so sure Sharon, I've done some pretty horrible things"

"Then tell me about them and let me be the judge ok?" She let my hand go and sat back.

"It happened when I was with the agency. Over the years I was with them, I changed, became a different person. The agency has its own worldview, its own institutional culture; it sucks you in and seeps into you, till one day you look back and wonder how you ended up this person you don't recognise"

I nodded, I could easily imagine an organisation like the CIA would do that, given the world they lived and worked in.

"Anyway, I'd realised that I was changing in ways I didn't like, but I was kinda lost in the job. Some of the things I did there were good, some bad, some really rewarding. You got to match wits with really smart, really capable people, some of them make the criminals we've put away here look like imbeciles by comparison" She smiled for a moment, before it slid off.

"It was 1990, Kuwait had been invaded and the Gulf War was about to happen. I was urgently flown to Saudi Arabia to conduct an interrogation of a scientist who had been kidnapped out of Iraq by a combined allied Special Forces team before Desert Storm started"

"Was this to do with weapons of mass destruction?" Brenda looked up and nodded.

"He'd been trained in the Soviet Union; spoke fluent Russian, which is why I was involved. I'd worked with the British and French before so they agreed that I should do the interrogation" She paused for a moment, staring off into the distance, reliving something terrible. I wanted to reach for her, give her comfort, but I also realised Brenda needed to do this, needed to unburden herself of this. I needed it too, so I could show her that it didn't matter to me, to us.

"There was so much pressure Sharon, the Pentagon, the White House, the British, French, all of the allied nations were terrified that Saddam had WMD and was willing to use them. We had to know, everything came down to me. I kept up the pressure for days, trying to get him to talk"

"What happened?" Her eyes flicked up to mine for a moment, before they dropped to the table again, where she was toying with her napkin.

"I broke him" I frowned.

"And?"

"You don't understand Sharon, I broke him. The threats, to him and his family, his…children, the psychological pressure, day after day, his mind couldn't take it. He broke under questioning and had a complete mental breakdown. His mind snapped; he retreated into a catatonic state, completely unresponsive, a vegetable" I was stunned. I knew Brenda was like a dog with a bone during her interrogations, but I'd never imagined something like this.

"Oh. Brenda, you didn't intend that to happen, it must have been a flaw he had"

"Sharon, I did that. I had everyone on my back night and day. I'd walk out after an interrogation session and there'd be a phone waiting for me, they'd hand it to me and I'd be talking to the Joint Chiefs in the Pentagon, demanding to know if Saddam had WMD. Literally everyone was demanding results and I pulled out everything to get them" She twisted the napkin in her hands, I could see the turmoil she was going through, these memories were taking her back to a place she'd kept walled off for a long time.

"His family, we threatened them, in front of him. They saw things, awful things, things that no children should ever have to see, they were five and seven years old Sharon; they shouldn't have had to see their father like that"

"You needed the information; you did what you thought needed to be done"

"I'd lost my humanity Sharon. I was the one who decided to use his children against them. I was the one who told him that if he didn't tell us what we needed to know, his children would suffer. I was the one who ordered his children brought into the interrogation room and told him what we would do to them. I did that, no one else; me!" Her voice was still low, but a hint of desperation had crept in. The sound of it shook me.

"What did you find out?"

"My report stated that it was a high order probability that Saddam had weapons of mass destruction, definitely including chemical and biological agents and probably nuclear weapons" She shrugged helplessly. "Turns out I was wrong, Iraq never even got close to nuclear weapons"

"You weren't to know that"

"Finding that out was my job. I messed up. That report formed the basis for the intelligence that drove the next decade's response to Iraq, the operations against suspected nuclear sites, the sanctions, all those deaths, I was responsible. I have the blood of thousands on my hands" I could see Brenda was close to tears, she'd obviously held this close to her ever since.

"Honey, you did the best you could, under a lot of pressure. You didn't intend for it to end the way it did, it wasn't what you wanted, was it?" Brenda shook her head slowly.

"Of course not, I did things I should never have done, done things that were unconscionable, lost myself in there" She looked up at me. "I agreed to things being done, because I didn't, I couldn't stand up to the demands, the pressure, to get answers"

I didn't really want to ask but I felt I had to, to help Brenda get everything out in the open, so she could move on. So we could move on, together. The reality of how much I wanted us to be together, the things I was ready to accept to get there, scared me a little.

It was as if she could have admitted to almost anything and I would have accepted it. I remembered the joking comment I'd made about helping hide the body. It actually frightened me how close to true that was. I cared for her more than almost anything.

I'd wondered if I was falling that hard that quickly for the impossible, messy, complex, beautiful woman sitting opposite me.

Looking at her, I had to be honest with myself. I already had.

If I had to ask unpleasant questions, make her face her demons, stand beside her while she did, to let her know I accepted her in spite of them, then I would. Brenda was too important to me not to. So I asked, even though I was afraid I'd cause her pain.

"What sort of things?"

"Waterboarding wasn't something discovered after 9/11 Sharon, it was being practised way back then, I saw it, signed off on it being done, even though it was wrong. Other things as well, sleep deprivation, drugged food and water, everything"

"Do you regret what was done Brenda, the threats, the torture, the results?"

"I didn't then Sharon, I really didn't. I signed off on them and didn't blink an eye. It was only later, when I realised what a monster I'd become, that I understood that I had to get out. Leave the agency, before I became even worse"

"How could you have become worse Brenda? It sounds like you felt you were pretty bad already" She grimaced.

"For most of my career I was going up against the Soviets, they were different, they were our enemies but I didn't hate them. I understood them; I knew where they were coming from. But in the 90s and especially after 9/11 the agency refocused against Islamic terrorism. People who thought suicide bombings and beheading or killing innocents by the hundreds was an acceptable way of behaviour" She shook her head slowly.

"The mind set that came with that was something I couldn't understand, I still can't really. It's a small step from not understanding something to hating that thing. I could see myself turning into an even worse monster. When the agency told me they wanted me to learn Farsi so that I could 'continue to get outstanding results' as they put it, I knew I had to get out" Brenda looked up at me and gave a bitter, hateful laugh, one that shook me.

"You know, they gave me a medal for what I'd done in that room in Dhahran? A medal for god's sake, I'd traded my soul for a piece of ribbon and metal. At least Judas got paid in silver"

"What happened to the Iraqi scientist and his family?

"We were ordered to hand them over to the Kuwaiti's, I don't know what eventually happened to him, but I doubt it was anything good. They weren't in a particularly forgiving mood after they'd learned what was happening inside occupied Kuwait"

"So you left the agency?"

"Eventually, they tried very hard to convince me to stay, told me how important the work I was doing, how they needed me" She looked at me for a moment, a tiny smile on her face.

"It was all very nice, to have the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency tell you how important I was, how no one else could do the job I did, offer me a nice big corner office with a secretary and a staff and a fancy title like Assistant Director on the door" She shrugged.

"It was tempting, everyone needs to be told that they're important, wanted, appreciated, needed. But all I could see was more rooms like that one in Dhahran, more broken victims, my soul dying bit by bit" I couldn't remain quiet.

"But you walked away Brenda; you turned your back on that"

"I had to Sharon. I was turning into something I'd only read about in books. You know Stalin had an interrogator and executioner, a torturer really. Vasili Blokhin was a butcher, to the point that he was such a monster that even Stalin was afraid of him. Stalin kept him round because he was good at what he did, but he was an inhuman monster. I didn't want to go down that path, so I walked away"

"That's because you weren't a monster, you have a conscience"

"I'd almost lost it Sharon; I rediscovered it almost too late"

"But you did rediscover it honey, that's what's good in you, you walked away from the power and prestige to protect your soul and your conscience, I admire that"

"What I did afterwards wasn't very admirable Sharon" I looked at her, wondering what she'd done.

"I hated what I'd become, I felt I had to be punished, so I let myself be punished. For months I stayed in a small apartment in New York. I went there to be anonymous, too many people knew me in DC. I'd come out to shop for food and alcohol, sometimes I'd go out to bars and let some random guy take me back to their place and fuck me. I wasn't living, I was existing"

"Oh god Brenda, why?"

"Because I didn't think I deserved better, that I wasn't really worth anything more. I hated myself, loathed myself actually; I wanted to be punished for what I'd done"

"Brenda, you didn't deserve that, you'd made a mistake and then made the right decision, you walked away to do the right thing" She shrugged.

"I didn't feel that way then. I felt like I was a worthless piece of shit and that I deserved to be punished. I felt that way for months"

"What changed?"

"A couple of things; One guy got me drunk, then tried to strangle me during sex" I was appalled.

"Some kind of kinky auto-asphyxiation thing?" She shook her head, blonde curls tumbling in the light.

"More like kinky serial killer thing. He was using a pair of women's stockings, not mine either" I just looked at her, stunned. She shrugged; her voice unemotional.

"I wasn't too drunk to not remember my training, I shoved my thumb into one eye socket; he was too busy screaming in agony to worry about me. I got dressed and got out of there in a hurry, I doubt he'd ever see out of that eye again either" I just stared at her, wondering at how close she'd come to dying, feeling a bit numb.

"Another night I was in a bar in Manhattan, got picked up by two guys, we got drunk and they took me back to a hotel and fucked me all night. I did anything they wanted, they fucked me in every hole, sometimes at the same time, treated me like a cheap whore, left me almost comatose afterwards. When I came to I snuck out of there before they woke up"

I was appalled, Brenda, my gorgeous, wonderful Brenda, behaving like that.

"Oh my god Brenda, why?" She looked down at the table, obviously ashamed.

"I needed the human contact, the sex. It made me feel like I was worth something to someone. I won't lie, I enjoyed it, the sex was great, even if I'd behaved like a slut and done anything they wanted. I also felt I needed to be punished. That they could do whatever they wanted, it was what I deserved"

"Oh no honey, you didn't deserve that, you deserve better. You deserve to be held and cherished and adored and loved," Brenda blinked at me for a moment, as it hit me, as we both realised what I'd just said. A slow, small smile appeared on her face.

"You think so Sharon?" I made my decision right there.

"Every word of it Brenda, every single word" The smile got wider and I reached out for her, slipping my hand into hers, feeling the need for the physical reassurance to go with the words.

We sat there for a moment, just feeling each other's presence, as we stared at each other, talking without words. I saw tears starting to form in her eyes and she hastily straightened up and went fishing for a tissue, dabbing at her eyes.

I noticed Sarah looking our way, a concerned look on her face. I caught her eye and she smiled uncertainly, but at a nod from me, she nodded back and turned away.

Brenda sighed deeply, looking back at me.

"I'm sorry Sharon"

"Brenda Leigh, don't you dare apologise for being human. I won't stand for it you hear?" She nodded. "Is this the first time you've told anyone…" Brenda looked down at the table top before nodding slowly. "Then I'm glad you feel you can trust me enough to tell me" At that her head came up.

"Why of course I trust you, Sharon, you were my best friend before things between us changed, I'd trust you with my life. God alone knows you've proven worthy of that before" I couldn't help it; I felt a huge smile breaking over me at her words. That was before she spoke again.

"I'd trust you with my heart too, if you asked nicely" I swallowed convulsively for a moment, as I understood what she was saying. Finally I managed to get words out past the lump in my throat.

"Then I'll have to ask very, very nicely" The smile I got back lit up the room. We sat there for a little while, not saying much, but we didn't have to. Finally, Brenda spoke.

"I realised I needed to get my life back in order, otherwise I'd end up dead. So I called in a few favours, got steered towards a job with the DC Metro PD and found I liked law enforcement. That's how I would up here"

"I'm glad you did Brenda, very glad" She smiled.

"I felt it was important. I was doing the right thing, protecting the innocent, trying to atone for all the blood on my hands. Police work gave me a new career and a new life"

"And here you are"

"Yep, here I am" We looked up as a huge bowl of chocolate chip ice cream appeared between us, with two spoons. Sarah smiled down at us.

"There's nothing that can't be fixed by the application of lots of chocolate"

We both laughed and thanked her, before grabbing spoons and finishing the ice cream.

Deciding to call it a night, we paid and walked out into the night. Feeling daring I reached out and snared her hand, walking hand in hand, a smile on both our faces. I looked at her and smiled even more.

"Thank you for sharing that honey, I know it wasn't easy for you but I'm glad you did"

"Thank you for listening Sharon. You still like me?" I could hear the tiny shadow of doubt in her voice.

"More than ever" I pulled her to a stop in a patch of shadow. "Let me show you" With that I pulled her in tight and kissed her, getting an ardent response, as our tongues danced and teased. We must have been like that for almost 30 seconds, before we pulled apart slightly. Brenda's voice was shaky.

"Is it Saturday yet?" I smiled.

"Not yet unfortunately, it can't come soon enough" I could hear the tease in her voice.

"Damn" I smiled, leaning my forehead against hers.

"I almost want to take you home now, but we have to work tomorrow, I'd rather have all the time in the world" Her voice was a little whiney.

"Sharon, your teasing me" I had to giggle a little.

"No honey, I'm saying if it were anyone else, I'd drag you home for a quickie, but our first night is not going to be a quickie, we're going to do it right" She sighed.

"It's going to be a long time till Saturday"

"It'll come round sooner than you think"

"I s'pose" We kissed again before walking on, still holding hands.

"Hey ladies, want to play?" The voice had come from a gap between two buildings, the owner still in shadow. I dropped Brenda's hand and looked towards the shadow.

"No thanks" Brenda was equally firm.

"No"

"Too bad, I'm gonna have fun with you" I flashed a glance at Brenda and we both took a step back away from the darkness. A Caucasian guy, mid-20s maybe stepped out. He had the look of a junkie, strung out and desperate. I saw a short knife in his hand.

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" It was Brenda's voice. "Shoo, go way, I can't be bothered with this" I snickered, as much at her tone as her words. I threw her an amused glance.

"Don't you dare honey, I don't want to have to investigate you for an OIS" The junkie looked between us, obviously not expecting our cavalier reaction.

"Stupid bitches…" He took a step forward, as we both drew our weapons and turned them on him. His eyes suddenly got very wide, staring down the barrel of her Glock and my Beretta. I looked at him over the barrel and into his eyes.

"Drop the knife, now!" He hesitated; which was enough to piss Brenda off.

"You are ruining a great evening between me and my girlfriend; if you do not drop the knife right now I swear I'll shoot you out of sheer annoyance" The knife dropped with a clatter.

"Ok, ok, it's gone, it's gone" Brenda's voice was still pissed.

"Now turn around, go on, turn around" He did as she directed. "Now start running, if I see you anywhere round here again I swear I'll shoot you dead as easy as look at you, you got me"

"Yeah, yeah, I got you" I smirked at Brenda.

"The lady told you to run, why are you still here?" We watched as he bolted back into the shadows, his frantic footsteps fading into the night.

We stood there for a moment, before the giggles started. Tension bleeding off as we looked at each other. Placing our weapons back in our purses and collecting the knife, we looked at each other, which started us giggling again. Finally I sobered enough to speak.

"Shoo? Go way?" She shrugged nonchalantly.

"I was just annoyed, he was ruining our evening" I winked.

"Not to mention upsetting your girlfriend" She grinned.

"Well that too, though I think my girlfriend can take care of herself" We had another good laugh before we set off back towards work, our hands naturally falling together. Finally we arrived back at the LAPD car park. Standing there next to my car, Brenda spoke.

"Sharon, thank you for being so supportive, I was worried you wouldn't…well…"

"Honey, I think we've established that there's not much you could do that would scare me off, except maybe go back to those hideous floral skirts"

"Oh, you're terrible"

"Thank you" She smiled a little shyly.

"I mean it, I was worried"

"Brenda, we're in this together, I liked you before and what you've told me tonight changes nothing, either between us or how I feel about you"

Brenda stared for a moment, before she launched herself at me. I found myself pushed back against my car's door as Brenda kissed me, something I returned just as forcefully as she as I felt her hand on my waist and the other on my shoulder. Enjoying the feel of her I ran my hands over her curves, coming to rest on her ass cheeks, squeezing gently.

We must have stood locked together for a minute or more, before the need for air pushed us apart. Standing there, our arms around each other, we panted gently for a moment, before I spoke.

"Saturday can't come soon enough" Brenda turned that cheeky grin on me.

"Amen sister"

We kissed again, less urgently but just as nice, before we heard a car start up further down the car park, causing us to reluctantly pull apart.

"Sweet dreams Brenda, have a good night's sleep" She raised an eyebrow.

"Oh sweetie, the dreams will be nice, but I don't think they'll let me sleep too well"

"Funny, I'm having the same problem" We stood there smiling at each other, before she reluctantly stepped back.

"We should call it a night, we both have to work tomorrow" I sighed sadly.

"Yes we do" Brenda turned and took a few steps away before looking back at me over her shoulder.

"Good night Sharon" I smiled.

Night Brenda" She took another few steps.

"Text me when you get home?" I laughed.

"Of course" She made no move to keep walking, so I took a few steps up to her.

"Consider this something to dream about"

I leant in and kissed her mouth gently, ignoring the way it opened in welcome, instead trailing a series of butterfly kisses down her neck and onto her chest down into the cleavage on show in the v of her blouse. I could feel Brenda's breathing quicken in response, as I made my way back up her neck before stopping at her ear, where I whispered softly.

"I think that's enough inspiration for one night" As I stepped back I could see Brenda's eyes were wide and her breath coming in pants.

"Dammit Sharon, you're a dreadful tease" I just smiled.

"Yes I am, goodnight honey" I turned and strolled back to my car. Brenda's voice followed me.

"Night sweetie" I turned and watched her make her way to her car, where she stopped and looked back at me, before getting in and driving away.

I sighed. It was going to be a long week till Saturday.