Brenda/Sharon (4)
Brenda asks Sharon to marry her
Brenda was in the shower when she told herself she was really going to do it. She was going to propose to Sharon. They'd been in a serious relationship for almost two years and, as much as she told herself in the beginning that she would never want to get married again, Brenda realized she wanted to spend her life with Sharon and make it all official. She'd already bought a ring – which was really impulsive, like everything else she did. But she had no doubt in her mind that she wanted to marry Sharon.
"Brenda, I need to get in the shower," Sharon said, breaking Brenda from her thoughts.
"I'm almost done," Brenda called back, rinsing off one last time. "Can you get the coffee ready for me? I forgot about it."
She heard Sharon respond with an 'okay' before the bathroom door closed. Brenda finished up her shower as she tried to figure out how to ask Sharon to marry her. The speech and dropping to one knee thing wasn't how she wanted to do it. As she shut the water off, she was still thinking. She wrapped herself in a towel and stood in front of the sink, combing out her hair when an idea popped in her head.
When Brenda came out of the bedroom, Sharon was in the closet, looking for something to wear. Brenda went into the closet and wrapped her arms around Sharon from behind, softly kissing her neck. "I'm all done," she said.
Sharon hummed and hung the dress in her hand back up before turning around. "It's a good thing I made these reservations later than I wanted to. We're going to be late if we don't hurry."
Brenda wrapped her arms around Sharon's neck and pecked her lips softly. "We'll be fine," she assured her, pressing her lips to hers once again.
"Not if you keep kissing me," Sharon whispered before kissing her back. "You must be in a good mood today," she thought out loud. "You've been kissing me a lot this morning."
Brenda smiled and pulled away. "I hope that's not you complain'."
Sharon smirked and turned back around to get out her things. "Not in the least. I love when you're in a good mood. And I love your kisses." Brenda only beamed as she walked out the closet and into the bedroom.
Sharon went and took her shower as Brenda got dressed and ready for their brunch plans. Sharon quickly finished in the shower and stepped out, drying off her body with her towel. Sharon stopped in front of the mirror, her eyes wide as she read the words on the steamy mirror. She thought she was reading them incorrectly – but 'Will you marry me?' written on a bathroom mirror wasn't something you could really read incorrectly.
Sharon hadn't been expecting this. She most certainly wasn't expected Brenda to propose to her like this if it were to ever happen. But Brenda asked her out on a date with chocolate, so she shouldn't find this odd. She actually found it a little cute. She'd been proposed to the traditional way before, and she honestly knew no matter how Brenda brought up the topic, she would be more than happy to marry Brenda. And when she walked out the bathroom, only saying the one word she needed to say, she knew Brenda knew she wanted nothing more than to be her wife.
In the Club
"Isn't that your boss?" Samantha asked close to Andy's ear, leaning in so he could hear her over the music. She'd met the woman only once, but she was almost sure of it.
Andy looked to the direction Samantha, his sister that he came to pick up, was pointing. That was definitely Chief Johnson. "Yeah. Come on, let me get you back to my place before you make more stupid decisions you'll regret."
Samantha rolled her eyes. "You don't have to act like I'm a child, Andrew."
Andy glared at her. He really hated when she did that; nobody called him by his first name. "I'd rather get outta here sooner than later."
"Wait, wait, wait!" Samantha insisted, tugging on his arm. "Who's that woman she's with?"
Andy grunted a little. He was tired and wanted to get his sister back to his place – which was where she was staying for her visit. He turned reluctantly, looking through the crowd against to find the blonde chief. He spotted her, but couldn't tell who the woman with her was.
"I probably don't know here. Let's go," he tried again, but then the woman turned around, giving him a good look at her face. "Sharon?" That couldn't be right, he told himself.
"Who's Sharon?" his curious sister asked as he washed the blonde woman move closer to the auburn-haired woman, their bodies almost touching.
"Wicked Witch," he tried, knowing she remembered every story he ever told her. "I don't know why they would be here together. The chief, like the rest of us, can't stand here," he said as he started walking again.
"I don't know about you, but I don't make out with people I can't stand," she said loudly so he could hear. He halted so quickly that she walked right into him. Such a man, she thought. She admitted to herself that they make quite the couple. Both were very beautiful and they had, from what Andy told her, that bad-ass cop thing going for them. She could still hear the intrigue in his voice when he told the story about Sharon shooting someone with a beanbag.
Andy couldn't believe it. Brenda had her arms around Sharon's neck and was kissing her as they danced to the music. It was weird enough believing Sharon had any interest in going to a club – at least it wasn't one of those clubs full of college students or other kids that most likely shouldn't have been in there. But as weird as that was, it was even more so to think she and Brenda were anything other than co-workers that always managed to get on the other's nerve. If he was being honest with himself – which he wasn't doing really – he would admit that he always thought there was some type of spark between them that they were hiding under the animosity.
"All right, let's go," Samantha said. "I'm sure you've seen enough to share with your little friends back at work," she teased.
Andy rolled his eyes and led the way. As much as he knew Provenza would love some dirt on Captain Raydor, he wasn't going to share this information with anyone else. He respected the chief too much for that.
This Time Last Year
Time goes by quickly when you're enjoying yourself. When you're laughing and smiling, walking hand in hand, you don't notice the days going by. Sharon realizes this as she looks down into the glass at the jewelry store, looking at rings.
Time goes by quickly when you're falling in love. When you're sharing secret looks, lightly brushing your hands together just so you can feel each other, you don't notice how quickly the weeks go by. Brenda realizes this as she picks up a few last minute items that she needs for her and Sharon's anniversary the next night.
Time goes by quickly when you're focused on other things. When you're in the second year of your relationship, looking back on the last year of your life, thinking about how amazing everything is, you don't notice all the months that go by. Sharon realizes this when she's sitting in her living room, holding Brenda's left hand, telling her she wants to spend the rest of her life with her.
Time goes by quickly when you're no longer paying attention to it. When you've found the one that you plan on spending the rest of your life with, the one that already holds your heart, you don't notice the years that go by. Brenda realizes this later on in life when she's saying, "I do."
Love Me
It started out with drinks. They shared a love for wine. Brenda was having a bad day when Sharon ran into her at the store while they were both buying some wine – Merlot for Brenda and Pinot Grigio for Sharon. Maybe it was the sad look in Brenda's eyes, or maybe it was the hopeful one in Sharon's – whatever it might have been, they ended up back at Sharon's place, drinking wine as they both avoided talking about what was really bothering them.
They made a habit of drinking together when they needed a little break from the real world. Sometimes they would go out to bars or to dinner, but they preferred being alone together. Sharon enjoyed cooking for Brenda. Since her kids left for college, leaving her on her own, she hadn't had anyone besides herself to cook for. Brenda had a big appetite, so that was a plus.
Dinners and drinks were no longer just about needing a distraction. Sometimes Brenda would stop by Sharon's office during lunch and ask if she was busy later on. Sharon would always smile lightly and tell her to come over for dinner. Sometimes it would be Sharon who asked. Brenda loved when Sharon asked because there was always the promise of delicious dessert when she wanted her there.
They had been having dinners and drinks for five months before something changed. They were making chocolate cake in Sharon's kitchen. They were laughing and talking, Brenda making a mess – but Sharon was used to it. Brenda was tasting the cake batter, moaning softly. Sharon's cheeks flushed as she stopped what she was doing and stared at Brenda's mouth. For a moment they didn't say anything, but then Brenda smiled, dipped her finger into the cake batter and moved it to Sharon's mouth. Sharon's mouth opened, but that was the only response she had until she was sucking the cake batter from Brenda's finger, a soft moan forming in her throat.
They never spoke about what they were doing. They both knew they had somehow crossed the line of friendship and moved to a new place. They were touching each other more freely – hands lingered longer, fingers would sometimes dance on bare skin, and even their hugs were longer. A few months into this new stage of their relationship, Sharon was brushing hair from Brenda's face when the blonde moved forward and lightly pecked her lips. Sharon smiled and pulled Brenda back to her for a longer, slow, gentle kiss.
Brenda had showed up at Sharon's house unexpectedly. She had been working a long, stressful case, and Sharon was more than happy to let her in even though it was after one o'clock and she had been sleeping. Brenda apologized for coming so late, but Sharon shook her head, taking her hand and leading her in. Brenda looked exhausted. Sharon didn't say much as she led her to the kitchen to make her some coffee. But Brenda turned Sharon around to face her instead, her hands coming to cup her face.
"I don't want coffee," she had whispered as she leaned in closer to her lips.
Sharon licked her lips, looking into her eyes. "What do you want?"
"You," she whispered before she captured Sharon's mouth in a kiss. Sharon's hands were on her hips within seconds as she moaned in her throat and kissed Brenda back. Brenda's kiss was desperate and needy. She pushed Sharon back against the counter as her hands moved down Sharon's body, caressing through the thin shirt she was wearing.
Sharon stopped her, pulling back, licking her lips. "Are you sure this is what you want?" she asked as Brenda started pulling her shirt up.
Brenda gave her a smile that still shined brightly even though Sharon knew how tired and worn out she was. "I've been sure about this for a long time," she admitted, looking down at Sharon's chest. She bit her lip as she brought her shirt over her breasts. It had been a little over a year since they had those first drinks together. So much time had passed and she had been wanting Sharon for almost the entire time.
Sharon's head fell back when Brenda's mouth covered her nipple. She felt a wave of heat move through her body. "Brenda," she moaned and pulled her back. Brenda looked at her questionably. Sharon caressed her face tenderly. "I want to do this, too," she whispered and was glad to see Brenda smile. "In a bed, though."
"Okay," Brenda whispered back.
Sharon took control once they were in the bedroom. It was slow and gentle. Sharon had been waiting too long to rush and miss any part of Brenda's body. She caressed and kissed, sucked and licked, teased and manipulated everywhere. And when Brenda returned each gesture, Sharon's body was extremely receptive, climaxing hardly because of her.
They kissed leisurely, wrapped in a sheet as they enjoyed the blissful mood they were in. Sharon whispered things against Brenda's lips, making the younger woman smile brightly as they kissed. Brenda pulled back after a while, looking into her eyes as she bit her lip. Sharon smiled and caressed her face, asking her what she wanted.
The whisper was soft and slow. "Love me," she said.
Sharon pulled Brenda to her lips and rolled them over. She lifted her head and smiled. "I already do," she responded. "I already do," she repeated before kissing her again, enjoying what they've both wanted for so long.