Sharon awoke to the pleasant sensation of a hand resting lightly on her breast. Brenda's hand had gravitated upwards in sleep, and Sharon could feel her nipple tightening under the warmth of the Chief's palm. She thought back to the words Brenda had whispered before they'd fallen into bed. Was she really so important to her, that she'd break if Sharon left? How could she be sure of what she was feeling? After all, she'd only just ended things with Fritz, she'd never been with a woman before, and Sharon was a far cry from Will Pope or Fritz Howard in terms of personality type. On the other hand, Sharon knew that despite her attempts to bury her feelings, she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards Brenda. And it wasn't as though Brenda fit her type, either. Perhaps it could just be that easy, that they'd find each other so unexpectedly, and then fall so hard. They were alike in many ways, at least in terms of temerity, and sheer force of will. But then there were the differences. Brenda's total disregard for rules when they stood in her way. Her arrogance about the priority of Major Crime investigations. Her infuriating tendency to use her feminine wiles on Will Pope. Sharon narrowed her eyes at that thought. They'd have to talk about that. Then she grinned, because perhaps she could flirt with him to get her way now, if that bumbling moment in the hall at the precinct had been any indication. Snorting, she turned to wrap Brenda in her arms, realizing she just wasn't a flirt. She'd leave that to the blonde woman curled against her. Resting her cheek on Brenda's head, she closed her eyes, hoping to catch a few more hours of sleep.
The cheerful tinkling of Brenda's cellphone broke into her dream, pulling her into instant awareness. She rolled off the bed, and banged her thigh on the nightstand. Frowning, she looked around, and remembered that this wasn't her house. Or her room. Or her bed. She turned, and saw Sharon curled up on her side, the covers down around her waist, her upper body bare and beautiful. Brenda pulled the covers up around her, smoothing her hair back from her cheek, and turned to find her dress. Pulling it over her head, she went downstairs in search of her purse, grinning when she saw it dropped haphazardly near the door. She found her phone, and saw that Gabriel had called. Pressing the button to call him back, she leaned against the door, and tried to repress the shiver as she recalled pressing Sharon against this very spot.
"Gabriel" The detective intoned once he answered.
"Detective. It's me, I had a hard time finding my phone. What's up?"
"We have a case. And I know you said it needed to be an emergency before we called, but, I think you're going to want to come down here." He replied, hoping beyond hope he hadn't interrupted anything.
"That's fine, I'll be right there, but what exactly am I going to be dealing with, Detective?" Brenda closed her eyes, regretting that her plans for feeding Sharon strawberries for breakfast would have to wait.
"Uh, two paramedics were killed in their bus. It's uh..It looks not good, Chief."
"Okay. All right. Do that thing where you send my phone the directions, and I'll be there as soon as I can.
"Will do, Chief."
Brenda snapped her phone closed, and stomped her foot. Dating a collegue was going to be tougher than she thought. She jogged back up the steps, and shook Sharon awake.
"Hey. What time is it?" Sharon asked, as she stretched sleepily.
"It's about 3 in the morning. I just wanted to let you know that I caught a case, and I'm going to go home and get changed." Brenda answered, resting her hand on the blankets covering Sharon's stomach.
"How bout you give me a minute, and I can drive you?" Sharon started to sit up, but Brenda pushed her back down.
"I can call a taxi, it's no trouble at all. Guess for our second date, we should take two cars, just in case, though."
Sharon smiled widely. "Already planning a second date, then?"
Brenda blushed, but nodded.
"Anyway. I didn't want you to think I was sneaking off in the dead of night because I had any regrets. I mean, I have one…because I'd planned on having you and strawberries for breakfast, but beyond that, I'd say our first date was as perfect as it gets."
"I wish you'd let me take you home." Sharon groused.
"There's no reason for both of us to be up if we don't have to, Sharon. It's sweet that you want to drive me, but I'll be fine. I took cabs home from Fritz's for ages, because he had weird ideas about driving separate cars on dates." Brenda realized her mistake as soon as the words left her mouth.
"I'm driving you home." Sharon's tone matched the stormy look on her face, as she sat up, the covers falling away from her body.
"On one condition." Brenda grinned.
"What?"
"Kiss me." She leaned in, and felt the soft warmth of Sharon's lips as they met hers. Deepening the kiss, she skimmed her hands down Sharon's arms, pulling her close. Their tongues touched, and Brenda whimpered, before breaking the kiss.
"I wish…GOD murderers have awful timing!" She groaned. "You have to put clothes on, or I'm not going to be responsible for my next course of action, Captain."
"Is that an order, Chief?" Sharon leaned back on one elbow, and raised her eyebrow.
Brenda leaned down and wrapped her lips around a taut nipple, grazing it with her teeth. Sharon gasped, and arched into the sensation.
"Clothes, Cap'n." Brenda stood up and glanced around for her wayward bra.
Having gathered all of the clothes she'd shed, she watched as Sharon brushed out her hair, then pulled on a white tee shirt, and the most expensive looking pair of blue jeans Brenda had ever seen.
"Good lord," she whispered, as Sharon bent to pull on a pair of sandals. The jeans could've been a thousand dollars, and it still would've been worth it, just for that view. The fabric hugged and stretched, and Brenda thought perhaps, in her next life, she'd like to be the jeans. Those jeans. On that ass.
Sharon cleared her throat, and Brenda snapped her head up, realizing that Sharon was staring over her shoulder.
"See anything you like?" The dark haired woman grinned.
"I, yes. Yes I do. And I think that whatever our second date involves, it'll be casual. But you have to wear those jeans."
Sharon turned around, then, and Brenda groaned, closing her eyes.
"You're trying to kill me. You must be. It's all a plot, right? With me out of the way, Provenza will take over Major Crimes, and you'll be able to relax, is that it?"
"What on earth are you talking about, Brenda?" Sharon asked, walking over to her.
Brenda opened one eye, and gestured in the general direction of Sharon's torso.
"That shirt. No bra. I'm turning into Andy Flynn." She said, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Sharon burst into laughter, her hair falling forward as she doubled over.
"I'm glad you think it's funny." Brenda grumped, but the smile playing at the corner of her mouth gave her away.
Still chuckling, Sharon put her arm around Brenda's shoulders and steered her towards the door.
"Let's go. Your chariot awaits."
As they pulled up in front of Brenda's house, she turned to look at Sharon.
"Thank you, for a lovely evening. I had a really good time."
"Me too. I was worried that we wouldn't…that it wouldn't be…" Sharon trailed off.
"That it was just a physical attraction, and we'd fail conversationally?" Brenda asked.
"Yes. That." Sharon answered, blushing.
"I was worried about that too. You're not the most talkative person on the Force." Brenda laughed.
"Well, at work, I talk about work. I don't see the benefit in splashing my personal life all over the department, so it's rare that I talk about it."
"So then I don't have to worry that my phone number is going to grace the walls of the ladies room? For a good time, call Chief Johnson?" Brenda teased.
Sharon let out a short laugh. "Unlikely, but I reserve that right depending on how the next joint Major Crimes/FID investigation goes."
Brenda laughed, and leaned over, pressing her lips gently against Sharon's.
"I'll call you later. Maybe we can grab lunch, if things with this case aren't too nutty."
"Okay. Go get the bad guys." Sharon replied, leaning in for one more kiss.
Brenda was loathe to release her lips, but duty called, so she broke the kiss, and got out of the car, putting a little extra swing in her hips as she walked to the front door. She figured Sharon would watch to make sure she got in the house safely, and she couldn't resist giving her a little show. Pushing the door open, she turned, and waved as the Captain pulled away. She fed Joel, and ran up the steps to change. She pondered taking a shower, but the lingering scent of Sharon Raydor lent her a sense of calm, so she just pulled on a beige skirt, and dark top, and scampered down to her own car, and made her way to the crime scene.