Brenda/Sharon (4)

"Do you trust me?"

Sharon turned her head when Brenda reached over to the nightstand. Her heart was already racing and she didn't even know what she was going to pull out. When a pair of handcuffs were pulled out – surprisingly not pink and fluffy like she would've expected – she bit her cheek and looked back into Brenda's eyes.

Brenda smiled and re-straddled Sharon's waist, leaning forward to take her hand into her own. She kissed her wrist softly, making Sharon smile. Sharon held out the other wrist and she did the same to that one. They'd never really spoken about doing this before, but Brenda had wanted to for a while.

"Are you okay with this?" she asked to make sure, her voice only a whisper.

Sharon nodded, licking her lips. "Yes."

Brenda took the handcuff and cuffed one wrist, the clicking sound of metal making a loud sound in the room. She brought her arms to the headboard and slid the cuff through and then got her other wrist, attaching it so she was cuffed to the bed.

Brenda looked over Sharon, moaning slightly. Their eyes met again before Brenda leaned down, kissing against Sharon's neck until she was at her ear. She nibbled the lobe as Sharon squirmed beneath her, groaning. Brenda ran her teeth over it before pulling back. She lifted up, her hand slipping between them, sliding down Sharon's stomach. She could feel Sharon's muscles tightening under her touch.

"Trust me, baby?" Brenda whispered against Sharon's ear.

"Of course," she breathed without hesitation. She trusted her completely.

"They either have a problem with you being a cop or they want you to use your cuffs on them."

Sharon Raydor entered the bar and found the table where Brenda Leigh Johnson and the rest of the Major Crimes Division was seated. Brenda had sent her a text and asked if she wouldn't mind joining her with her team for a little while instead of heading straight to dinner like they had planned. So, with no reason to object, she agreed.

"We all know the types," Sharon heard Lieutenant Flynn saying. "These women come in two types..."

Andy stopped talking and everyone looked up at Sharon. Provenza rolled his eyes and looked back down to the beer in front of him. Tao and Julio both almost stood to give her a seat, but Brenda had already saved one for her with her enormous bag – it was actually good for something, Sharon mused internally. Gabriel smiled politely and Andy not-so-discreetly gave her a look over before most likely deciding that he was okay with her being there.

"Don't let me interrupt your conversation. Please, go on," Sharon said as she took the seat, watching everyone slowly relax around her. Brenda put her hand on her thigh, squeezing, and Sharon turned and smile in her direction as she covered her hand with her own.

"I ordered you a glass of wine," Brenda said, sliding the glass over to her.

"Thanks," Sharon said, tuning into the conversation around her.

David had looked like he was about to change the topic, but Flynn went on. "Yeah, so they come in two types. They either have a problem with you being a cop," he started. Murmurs and agreements came from most of the people around the table. "Or it's the women that want you to use the cuffs on them."

Sharon picked the wrong moment to try to drink her wine. She ended up swallowing it the wrong way, coughing and flushing. "Sorry," she mumbled, reaching for a napkin.

Andy laughed. "Captain must know the type," he joked, winking.

"Know the type?" Brenda couldn't hold back the small laugh. "She is the type," she mumbled under her breath.

This time it was Provenza, Tao and Gabriel coughing on their drinks, sputtering a little bit. Everyone's eyes went wide and Sharon's skin flushed impossibly darker. It was at that moment she decided she would never accept a drinking offer from Brenda where her team was involved. Having them picture her in handcuffs was enough; she could only imagine what other things Brenda would let slip out.

Red Scarf

Brenda slides the silk material through her fingers with ease. The vibrant red is a nice contrast to Sharon's skin when it barely touches her, tickling her slightly. Sharon's eyes are closed as she waits, her lips parted and her body trembling slightly with anticipation.

Brenda hums to herself as she gets on the bed, straddling the other woman. Brenda leans down quickly and kisses Sharon. Sharon eagerly latches on to her lips, moaning as Brenda kisses her breathless.

Brenda sits back up, biting her lip as she looks at her already bound girlfriend. She reaches for the red scarf and places it over Sharon's eyes. "Ready?" Brenda asks in a whisper. The only answer she gets is a nod and a soft hum. That is all she needs.

One of the Detectives Find Out About Their Relationship

The sound of someone knocking on the door wakes Sharon up, but the blonde beside her doesn't even stir. Sharon squeezes her eyes tighter and buries her head in the pillow, hoping she's only imagining the annoying raps against the front door. But when they only continue, growing in volume, she knows she needs to go see who it is. She tries once to wake Brenda instead. It's her door, so if they're looking for anyone, it's Brenda. But the blonde only mumbles something, swatting her away.

Sharon gets up and finds a robe. She throws it over her bare body, tying it tightly as she makes her way to the front of door. She flicks on the switch and the knocking stops. She runs her fingers through her hair and yawns. A quick look to her left, where a clock is, tells her it's a little after three in the morning.

"Who is it?" Sharon asks, her voice laced with sleep and annoyance.

"Uh," she hears the man say, and even without him saying anything else, Sharon can tell that it's Andy Flynn. "Lieutenant Flynn," he finally tells her, the shock and confusion evident in her voice.

Sharon lets out a deep breath and then opens the door a little. He looks over her, taking note of the robe and bare feet, the unruly hair and she's sure he can probably tell she's naked under the robe that is hardly thick enough to do what she would like it to be doing right now. His eyes are over her breasts and she has to cross her arms and clear her throat to get his attention.

"Uh, is the chief, uh-" Andy runs a hand over his silver hair, trying to smile to clear the awkwardness between them at the moment. But as long as Sharon's standing at her girlfriend's door in a robe, talking to one of the woman's detectives (who hadn't known they were even dating), she won't be able to relax.

"Lieutenant- Andy, what can I help you with?" she finally asks, wanting to get rid him as fast as she can.

Andy shuffles on his feet, holding up a manilla folder. "Chief told me to bring this to her as soon as it was finished."

"Do you know what time it is?" Sharon questions with narrowed eyes as she holds her hand out, taking the folder from him.

"I didn't mean to interrupt anything, I just-"

Sharon flushes and presses her lips together tighter, squeezing the handle of the door. "Lieutenant, if that's all..." Andy takes the hint and nods his head. "And I-we would appreciate it if you didn't mention this to anyone."

Andy grins, surely some type of sarcastic or inappropriate remark on the tip of his tongue. But he only nods again. "Night, Captain," he throws over his shoulder.

Sharon closes the door and locks it, turning the light off and going back to the bedroom. Brenda still hasn't moved from where she was. Sharon almost wants to wake her up, but that means she won't be able to get any sleep herself. She puts the folder on Brenda's nightstand and then sheds herself from the robe, getting back under the thin sheet. In the morning she'll have to tell Brenda about what just happened. But for now she just wants to sleep.