Sharon's mouth was warm, and Brenda sank into the sensation of soft lips moving against her own. Sharon's hands drifted down, resting on her shoulders, then tracing the planes of her back as she pressed closer, deepening the kiss and the embrace, smiling as Brenda moaned, swallowing the sound.
Sharon leaned back on the blue upholstery, pulling Brenda to lay half on top of her, smoothing her hands down the angles of her back, letting her tongue trace lips, slickly. Brenda pulled back a little bit, breaking the kiss.
"This won't work, Captain. You can't distract me like this, and even if you could, I can't, because of your head." She held her weight on her arms, aware of the heat of Sharon's body beneath her.
"It was working just fine a minute ago, if I'm not mistaken." Sharon bent her leg at the knee, bringing her thigh to rest between Brenda's, smirking at the gasp she released.
"I'm serious. It's not that I don't want to," Brenda closed her eyes as Sharon pressed her thigh more firmly against her, then continued, "because god only knows how much I want," she dropped her head, capturing the dark haired woman's lips with her own, then pulling away again, before finishing, "but I have a responsibility to act like I have the sense my mama raised me with, and that means not doing anything that will make your concussion worse."
She shifted as though to get up, but found Sharon's hands holding her hips tightly, keeping her still.
"Brenda. I am a grown woman, perfectly capable of manging my own medical decisions, as well as…other things." She stared up at the blonde woman, green eyes flashing. "Besides. I rather enjoy a more personal…bedside manner."
Brenda bent down and laid a gentle kiss at the corner of Sharon's mouth.
"I think it's time for your pill, and then we can get some sleep, since we've been up since 4 in the morning."
Sharon growled, and let go of the Chief with one hand, trailing it around her hip, before working it into the waistband of the sweatpants Brenda wore. Brenda gasped as she felt Sharon's hand cupping her, and she thrust forward, settling herself firmly in Sharon's palm.
"I must go first, Chief. You will not interfere." Sharon's voice ran like bourbon straight to Brenda's core, hot and tingly as it travelled her veins. She used the hand still on Brenda's hip to guide the woman in a rocking motion, feeling the slippery evidence of her arousal clinging to her fingertips, as she moved them within Brenda.
"Oh, god. This is wrong, Sharon. I'm supposed to…" She trailed off as Sharon pressed her thumb roughly against her clit, moving her free hand to tangle in Brenda's hair, yanking her down for a kiss.
Brenda moved against the insistent fingers, feeling the pendulum motion of her breasts as they swung in her tee shirt. Even as she reveled in the sensations, she couldn't help remembering that this was the same couch where she'd had sex with her husband, while thinking of the woman who was currently buried knuckle deep within her. She felt a bolt of arousal through her, clenching her, as she remembered the ferocity of that orgasm, her dress haphazardly bunched around her waist, the scent of oranges in her nose, and the memory of Sharon's lip, the skin of her wrist, the quickness of her breathing as Brenda slid her hands along her leg. Brenda cried out, as Sharon pressed up into her, her tongue claiming the inside of her mouth, and she felt the world starting to come apart, as her nipples brushed against the soft cotton of her shirt, as the feel of Sharon's tongue in her mouth matched the rhythm set by the fingers playing her so swiftly, she felt herself press down on those fingers, squeezing them with her body, before the spasms shook her, as Sharon ran her hand from Brenda's hair, down to the small of her back, holding her still, through the aftershocks.
"I don't know why you argue with me, Chief. It never works out for you." Sharon whispered against her neck, relishing the weight of the woman laying on top of her.
"Captain? Do me a favor. Hush up, now." Brenda rasped back, her throat dry from the gasping.
Brenda rolled to the side, so that Sharon was forced to move closer to the back of the couch. The blonde woman smiled, a little, calculating smile. She leaned in, pressing kisses along Sharon's elegant jaw, before claiming her lips in a searing kiss.
"I like you in my clothes." She murmured, moving to kiss her way down Sharon's neck. "It's primal, or something. Like I've marked you as mine." She ran a hand beneath the tee shirt, skating her fingers over the bumps of Sharon's ribs, before swiping the pad of her thumb over the already pebbled nipple.
Sharon arched into her touch, and Brenda shoved the hem of the shirt up, letting her gaze wander across the soft lines of Sharon's stomach, the fullness of her breasts.
"Remember," Sharon gasped, as she watched Brenda's heated gaze, "I've had 2 kids. Not everything is where it started."
Brenda stared at Sharon, her hands stilling in their explorations.
"You're beautiful. And I'm pretty sure I told you to hush." Brenda dropped her head down, claiming a nipple in her mouth, feeling the foreign sensation of it hardening against her tongue.
Sharon moaned softly, and her hips bucked forward, involuntarily. Brenda flicked her tongue over the tip, then traced a circle, before sucking gently. Sharon tasted like spring, and yes, even oranges, as Brenda let her tongue draw a route between each dusky nipple, kissing and sucking the creamy flesh in between. She felt a surge of arousal, unexpected in its urgency, as Sharon moved against her, beneath her, small noises of pleasure falling from her lips. Brenda let her hand track over Sharon's supple belly, finding the waistband of the sweatpants, teasing the skin softly, before pressing her hand in, slipping swiftly into the heated damp, groaning as her fingers found themselves covered, sticky and sweet.
"Oh…Sharon. You're so wet!" Brenda whispered, a note of wonder in her voice.
"I told you I knew what I wanted, Chief." Sharon replied, letting her legs fall loosely, allowing Brenda better access.
"It's so…" Brenda couldn't find the words for the slickness beneath her hand, the ready proof that this wasn't a one-sided infatuation on her part. She moved her fingers gently, circling the hard nub, teasing, as Sharon pressed into her, her eyes closing briefly. Brenda leaned in, and let her tongue dance across the dusky peaks of Sharon's breasts, as she pressed her fingers in to the deep, pistoning her arm in a vague imitation of their elevator interlude. She let the heel of her palm stay pressed against Sharon's clit, giving her wrist a twist on each downstroke, as she moved faster, in rhythm with Sharon's hips. Brenda picked her head up, watching as Sharon's breath quickened, her breasts rising and falling, her lips parted wetly, as she met Brenda's hand, thrust for thrust. Brenda felt the wetness pooling in her own center, as she moved deeply within the dark-haired woman, teasing the spongy-soft walls, feeling the tension building beneath her palm.
"Hot." She gasped out, sliding a third finger in, nuzzling Sharon's throat. "It's so hot, making you feel good. It makes me want you more. Feeling you…feeling your wetness, it makes me wet too. Like I could come just by making you come." She crooked her fingers, feeling that sweet spot, and Sharon was clenching around her, swearing as she shook. Brenda laved her nipple, then kissed her soundly, still slowly moving her fingers, dragging out the orgasm, swallowing Sharon's soft moans.
"Indeed, Chief," Sharon intoned, propping herself up on an elbow, and meeting Brenda's gaze, "it's not as though I'm accustomed to half naked couch romps. You seem to inspire a certain…disregard for the rules, in me."
Brenda snorted, then rolled off the couch into a standing position.
"As your superior officer, I am issuing you a direct order, Captain." She crossed her arms, challenging Sharon. "Take. Your. Pain. Pill."
"Yes, Chief." Sharon clipped her words, scowling.
"And then, let's go to bed. For SLEEPING!" She clarified, seeing Sharon's slow grin start to spread. "In fact, I was going to make up the guest room, for you."
"Well, I assumed we wouldn't be sleeping in your marital bed, Brenda. That's just bad manners." Sharon scoffed, as Brenda handed her the pill and her water.
"We.." Brenda thought that through. "You want me to sleep with you?"
"Rather thought we'd done that, but it seems silly, if you're to wake me every 4 hours, for you to be in a different room, doesn't it?" Sharon blinked, setting her glass down.
"Right, that's true. You make a good point there. I just didn't want to…you know, make you feel uncomfortable."
"I sleep on the left." Sharon stood, and made her way to the steps.
"Of course you do." Brenda laughed, following behind, snapping off the lamp, and checking to make sure the dead bolt was engaged, before starting up the steps. "Of course you do."
AN: consider this my penance for leaving you guys hanging for so long. life got hectic, and i lost the muse, plus, you know, the closer hasn't been on to inspire me. but! the good news is, they're bringing mary mcdonnell on full time for the next season. dear lord. i cannot wait.