Brenda/Andrea & Andrea/Sharon (1) – Andrea/Sharon (1)

Dream – Brenda/Andrea that accidentally turned into Andrea/Sharon

Brenda was sitting against her desk, her fingers trailing against her very naked thigh. She had a 'come get me' look in her needy brown eyes. Andrea stood at the doorway, unable to walk in further. Everything felt wrong. Brenda was naked in her office, and she was looking at her like she was the last drop of water in a desert.

And even though Andrea doubted her ability to walk steadily, somehow she ended up standing right in front of Andrea. Now, Andrea was rarely the submissive one, but when the Chief demanded she get on her knees, that is exactly where she found herself.

Brenda started to speak to her, but she wasn't speaking in English. But somehow she understood every command; Andrea was sure that she'd lost her mind entirely. Brenda opened her legs further, her hand moving up to her wet center, teasing herself as her other hand massaged her breast. Andrea moaned and waited for her next instruction, her mouth almost watering as she watched.

Brenda smiled a smile that was far too innocent for a woman who was leading someone's mouth to the spot between her legs. She parted her lips and slipped her tongue out to wet them. She nodded her head and waited; Andrea was suddenly very hungry for one thing only. Her mouth was all over Brenda's center, licking, sucking, kissing and nibbling everywhere. Brenda tasted like she thought she would – but she didn't exactly remember thinking about this in such vivid detail before.

She was fucking the Deputy Chief. She was on her knees, faced buried between another woman's legs, and she knew that it was so wrong. Everything about it was wrong. But that didn't stop her from sucking Brenda's clit into her mouth, moaning around it before pulling back with a pop. The tip of her tongue traced her entrance, licking slowly, watching to see what Brenda liked the most. It didn't take long before she had Brenda's fingers in her hair, her legs wrapped around her neck, and her body starting to convulse.

"Andrea, Andrea, Andrea, Andrea," Brenda was moaning, her breath coming faster and faster as she pushed her hips forward and squeezed her legs around her tighter. "Andrea, Andrea, Andrea, Andrea..."

"Honey, wake up," Andrea heard, and her eyes popped open quickly, her breathing harsh and skin sweaty. She turned to Sharon, who was sitting up in bed and looking at her with a mix of confusion and amusement. "Are you okay?"

Andrea felt the ache between her legs and could feel herself pulsating. She blushed and looked away from her girlfriend. "Just a dream," she muttered.

The answer wasn't enough for Sharon. She moved over in the bed, turning Andrea so she could straddle her waist. "Must have been a good dream," she whispered with a knowing smirk.

Andrea felt herself flush darker, looking away. Sharon lifted a little and then Andrea felt Sharon's fingers teasing the place under her waistband before she slipped her hand into her shorts. Andrea gasped and arched, a deep moan filling the air. "Sharon," she whimpered.

"You're so wet," Sharon whispered, her fingers moving up and down her center. "Tell me what you were dreaming about."

Andrea looked up at Sharon, finding her eyes in the dark room. Sharon stopped moving her fingers and she whimpered again. It was a torturous feeling. "Please don't stop," she pleaded.

Sharon smirked and slowly moved to her clit. "Are you going to tell me?"

Andrea shook her head and pushed her hips up so the circles being made on her clit were harder. Sharon seemed to be okay with her answer for the moment. She leaned down and captured Andrea's mouth in a kiss, making Andrea moan a little deeper. Sharon's mouth was one of Andrea's favorite things. No matter what it was doing, Andrea always enjoyed it; she was loving the way Sharon's fingers were rubbing against her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Fuck," Andrea hissed when Sharon pulled away and started kissing her way to her ear, her fingers rolling harder and faster. Andrea was so close. She could feel her muscles tightening and everything tensing. "I'm gonna come," she moaned.

A soft sound that was somewhere between a moan and a chuckle vibrated against her ear. And then a warm mouth was around her ear; she shuddered, climaxing as she held Sharon's body to her own. She let every wave move through her as she cried out her pleasure.

Sharon rolled off Andrea and smiled at her. "You know, if you want to keep your dreams a secret, you should start by not moaning another woman's name in my bed while I'm trying to sleep."

Andrea groaned embarrassed, turning away. "Really, you knew all along?!"

Sharon laughed softly, moving to wrap an arm around Andrea, her hand sliding under her shirt to draw circles on her stomach. "You should have just told me," she whispered against her ear. "I wouldn't have judged you because of it."

Andrea shifted slightly, looking over her shoulder. "You can hardly judge me when this is your fault. We will never share fantasies openly during sex again – especially yours about Brenda. Ever," she tells her, glaring.

"Whatever you say, honey," Sharon whispers before leaning over and kissing her lips softly.

Dream – Andrea/Sharon

Her dreams were almost as unrealistic as some cheap porno scene. Andrea Hobbs, the lovely DDA with brilliant blue eyes, was always the main star. Sometimes Andrea would spill wine on herself, therefore, she'd have to take her shirt off. And then there were the ones where Andrea would be wearing a skirt that was far too short for work, which would always give Sharon quite the view when she bent over.

She wasn't sure what made less sense; the fact that she was having dreams of sleeping with another woman, or the fact that they were the most ridiculous dreams that she'd ever had. She would have expected with how imaginative she was, and how much she dabbled with writing as a teenager and young adult, that she would be able to come up with some more realistic dreams. But night after night she would toss and turn in bed, tangling herself in her sheets as she grew wet with her sweat and her arousal. And night after night the dreams grew in their absurdity.

The latest dream had made her breathless, waking up fighting for air. Through heavy breaths she remembered it.

Andrea closed the folder in her hand and leaned over the desk, her crisp white shirt stretching over her chest, giving Sharon an eyeful. There had been a groan in the back of someone's throat. From whom that groan came from was unknown, but the way both women's eyes darkened with lust, it could have been either of the two.

Andrea reached out and caressed Sharon's cheek, her thumb grazing her lips as Sharon's mouth opened and a moan met the air that was hot and thick. There had been no foreplay. The scenario made no sense to her. One minute Andrea was explaining something to her, then she was touching her. Everywhere!

Andrea pushed Sharon's chair back and then got on her knees, pushing her skirt up and letting her blonde hair tickle Sharon's thighs. Sharon's skin was burning and (because this was a ridiculous dream) she was already soaked. Andrea groaned primitively and pulled off her panties. Sharon watched those amazing blue eyes darken to a wild color that made her realize that Andrea was about to devour her. She wanted her to. She wanted it badly.

"Oh, yes!" Sharon squealed far too soon. Andrea's tongue was barely touching her. But in her dreams it never took much. She looked down and watched as Andrea spread her folds and then slid her tongue between them, making her thighs tremble a little.

Her tongue was soft, but she was eager. She licked with the tip of it, tasting her and making her want more and more. And she told her. "More, more, more, more," she chanted. She wanted more of everything. She groaned when Andrea's hand squeezed around her bare breast. She didn't even remember her shirt or bra coming off. But who was she to question the woman that was going down on her like she was getting paid for it?

It was all happening so quickly. Her hips bucked, her legs pulled her closer, and her moans got louder. Who cared about the officers outside of the office when you were about to have an orgasm? (Again, her dreams were just that ridiculous.) She shouted out Andrea's name and canted her hips forward, letting Andrea's perfect mouth drive her all the way to Heaven, only to let her fall apart once she got there. It was phenomenal.

Sharon's phone vibrated on the nightstand, ending her thoughts on her dreams. It was Provenza, and since it was only three in the morning she knew that he was only calling because they had a case. As she answered the phone her mind was already trying to figure out how she would face Andrea later on. It was going to be a long day.