Brenda/Sharon (3)

Thunder

The roar of the thunder makes Brenda jump and the glass in her hand falls to the floor, shattering into pieces that shine as the light hits them. She curses under her breath and puts down the wine bottle and other glass, her hand still shaking a little. She's been jumpy all night and it has nothing to do with the storm.

"Hey, you okay in here?" Sharon asks as she comes in the kitchen, looking down at the glass first and then the guilty expression in Brenda's eyes. "What happened?"

"Oh, it's nothin'," she tells her as she steps around the glass carefully. "Just a little accident."

Sharon hums as she watches Brenda retrieve things to clean up the glass. "You need some help?" Sharon asks from the entryway, not wanting to get in the way.

Brenda looks up from the cabinet she's crouched down in front of. Her eyes travel up Sharon's bare legs a bit too slowly, making her heart start to race a little faster. She drops the bottle in her hand and then snaps out of whatever trance Sharon's body keeps managing to put her in. She blinks a few times and then looks up at Sharon, into her eyes as she shakes her head.

"I think I've got it. Maybe you can put some music on or somethin'," she suggests.

"All right," Sharon says as she walks back into the living room. The rain is beating against the window, loud and hard. It's quite soothing, she thinks as she searches through music until she can find something fitting. Slow jazz starts to play from the speakers, mixing with the sound of the rain against the window and the roar of the thunder every now and then.

Sharon is just about to sit down when she hears Brenda hiss in pain and curse again. Brenda's been extremely nervous the entire night. Sharon's sure she knows why. It was the end of their third date and Brenda had invited her back to her place for wine. From the moment Brenda invited her, she had a feeling in her gut that told her Brenda wasn't only interested in sharing a few glasses of wine. Sharon believes the nervousness that Brenda's doing a terrible job at concealing and the possible way the night will end are connected, even though Brenda has no real reason to be nervous.

Brenda walks on the heel of her foot as she walks into the living room. "I think I stepped on glass," she told Sharon, her face flushed with embarrassment. This isn't how she thought the night would go.

Sharon smiles and nods her head to the sofa. "Sit down and I'll go find some peroxide and tweezers."

Brenda groans and follow orders. "Tweezers are in the medicine cabinet and the peroxide is, uhm, maybe-"

"I'll find it," Sharon says, waving her off. Sharon returns with the peroxide, a towel and tweezers. She sits down and puts Brenda's foot on her lap before she turns the lamp on, giving herself more light. "Okay, let's see how bad this is."

Brenda watches Sharon inspect her foot before she clears her throat. "Can you get it?"

"Mhm," she hums.

Brenda's quiet as Sharon gets the glass out of her foot. She's listening to the sound of the rain against the window. The glass is out of her foot within a few minutes. Sharon wraps it in a piece of tissue and places it on the coffee table, but she doesn't move Brenda's foot from her lap.

Sharon looks up at Brenda as her thumb strokes the middle of her foot, applying a gentle pressure. Brenda smiles as she looks up at her. "I'm sorry about all of this," she apologizes. "I wanted to make tonight special. I-I-I-"

Sharon puts Brenda's foot to the side and leans forward, pulling Brenda by her neck so they're close to each other. She can see the surprise in her eyes before she smiles and kisses her lips once, softly and quickly. "Stop apologizing so much," she whispers and looks into her eyes as she presses her lips to hers again, her breath warm as she parts her lips to brush them against Brenda's. "Tonight's already special."

"No, it's..."

"Yes it is," she insists as she kisses her one last time before pulling back so they can stand and go to the bedroom. "None of this matters. The wine and the music don't matter. I don't care about any of it. I just," she licks her lips and pulls her up so she's standing, "I just want you."

And that's all Brenda needs to hear to let go of her nerves and enjoy the night the way she wants to.

Crème Brulee

"You want some more wine?" Brenda asked as she picked up her own glass and stood from the sofa.

Sharon held out her glass. "Yes, please," she responded, sitting back against the sofa as Brenda walked around the coffee table and headed into the kitchen. Sharon watched her from the sofa, enjoying how the rest of the night was looking. Dinner had been delicious and conversation had flowed nicely as soft music played in the background.

"We should do this more often," Brenda said from the kitchen, looking around to figure out where she put the corkscrew earlier.

"Dinner?" Sharon questioned as she looked into the kitchen. A small smile formed on her lips as she watched the blonde look all over for something. It was kind of cute.

"Yeah. Dinner, music, wine... Here we go," she said triumphantly. "I really loved tonight."

"We haven't even gotten to the best part," Sharon purred.

Brenda blushed in the kitchen, working the cork out of the new bottle. "The best part?" she choked out.

Sharon laughed softly. "Dessert," she told her, already knowing where Brenda's mind was.

"Oh, yeah." Brenda poured them the wine and then brought the glasses into the living room. "You want me to bring the dessert in now?"

"Sure," Sharon said, taking the glasses from her, placing them on the coffee table.

Brenda retrieved the dessert and then took her seat next to Sharon, passing one of the ramekin dishes to her. "What is this again?" she asked as she looked at it with curious eyes.

"Crème brulee," Sharon answered. "Cream, burnt cream."

Brenda nodded and tapped her spoon against the top of it. "So it's supposed to be like this?"

Sharon smiled amusingly. "Yes. You'll like it once you taste it," she assured her, putting her own dish down. Brenda nodded, tapping her spoon against it lightly again before Sharon took the spoon from her. "Here," she said, spooning out some of the crème brulee, holding it up to Brenda's mouth.

Brenda looked down at the spoon before lifting her eyes to meet Sharon's, her mouth opening as well. She closed her lips around the spoon and Sharon licked her lips as she pulled it out of her mouth. It was creamy and tasted like vanilla. She moaned at the taste, about to wipe her mouth to get off whatever crème brulee was on her lips.

Sharon stopped her. "Let me," she husked, leaning forward so her tongue could slowly swipe over Brenda's lips. Brenda's lips opened so a rush of breath could spill between them. Sharon slowly licked Brenda's upper lip once again and then pulled back. "Got it," she said, passing Brenda her dessert and picking up her own.

The crème brulee didn't taste as good as it did when she was tasting it from Brenda's lips, though.

Champagne

Brenda and Sharon's anniversary dinner had been interrupted by a triple-homicide. They had both been looking forward to finally getting some time together, and they were at one of their favorite restaurants with plans to go dancing later on in the night. Sharon understood when she had to leave, but that didn't stop either of the women from wishing that call had come on any other night.

When Brenda finally got home, Sharon was getting ready for work and she was getting ready to get a few hours of sleep before heading back in. The next few days were hectic; Brenda had a killer to find, and that took priority over some things. But when she closed her case, four days after the night they discovered the bodies, Brenda left early and headed home.

Sharon stopped when she got to the front door. She could hear the sound of music coming through the open window. It was slow jazz; Sharon smiled as her body physically relaxed and she unlocked the door. The smell of delicious food was in the air, and there was a hint of vanilla from the candles that were burning. Sharon's eyes took in the living room from the foyer. Brenda had outdone herself.

Brenda stopped in her tracks when she saw Sharon standing at the door. "You're home," Brenda said with a widening smile, holding the pan of food in her hand.

"Yes, I'm home. And you're-" She looked over Brenda in the red dress that was hugging her small frame. "Wow! You look beautiful," she said, receiving a hum as a response.

Brenda walked over to the table and put the glass pan down so she could walk over to Sharon. Sharon met her halfway and they embraced, smiling, their love for each other evident in their eyes when they looked at one another. Sharon hummed, inhaling the scent of Brenda's perfume; honeysuckle had become one of her favorite scents.

"Everything looks amazing."

"I just wanted to make our anniversary dinner special. Just because it's a few nights late..."

"Doesn't mean we can't still celebrate," she finished before pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. Brenda's lips tasted like chocolate and something fruity. It gave great promise for a delicious dessert. "You taste delicious."

Brenda smirked and pulled back to look into Sharon's eyes. "Don't I always?!"

Sharon rolled her eyes and leaned in to kiss her again before they separated. "I want to clean up and change," she said as she looked at Brenda in her red dress again.

Brenda nodded, stepping aside. "Don't be too long."

Later, after dinner had been eaten, Brenda brought out dessert and a bottle of champagne. Dessert was strawberries covered in chocolate (which she did herself). Brenda sat down beside Sharon, and Sharon leaned in to kiss her as she put the strawberries down. Brenda hummed into the kiss, enjoying the feel of soft lips brushing her own before she pulled away and smiled.

Brenda reached for the bottle of champagne and the flutes. "Here you go," Brenda said, passing one of them to Sharon.

"Mmmmm. Champagne and strawberries." She licked her lips. "Must be my lucky night."

Brenda tilted her head a little, her brown eyes sparkling with something Sharon knew well. "Let's get through dessert and we'll talk about how lucky you'll be getting."

"Oh, really?" Sharon asked as she leaned in a little.

Brenda nodded, clicking her champagne flute with Sharon's. As they brought their glasses to their mouths, drinking the champagne, they shared a look full of both love and desire. Even though they were commemorating their anniversary a few days late, it was a terrific way to celebrate a year together.