Hopping out of the shower, Brenda gave her body a quick swipe with the towel, before wrapping her hair up tightly, squeezing the moisture out. She grabbed her magnolia body lotion, and slathered some on, wincing as it stung the places on her legs the razor had rubbed raw. She needed to remember to buy blades. That had fallen to Fritz over the last few years, and Brenda was out of practice. She slicked on her deodorant, then stood in front of her closet, frowning at her selection. She flipped through dresses, and then rolled her eyes at herself. It was takeout, at her own house, for pete's sake. She pulled out her comfortable jeans, the ones that hung low on her hips. She shimmied into a pair of scant emerald panties, and then pulled the jeans on, topping the outfit with a snug fitting cream colored pull over.
At 8:00 on the dot, her doorbell rang. Unable to hide her grin, she jogged barefoot down the stairs, and looked through the peep hole, Sharon's unmistakable hair shining in the lamplight.
"It never fails to amaze me, how punctual you are." She said, as she stepped back to let Sharon in.
"Military training. I can't help it." Sharon replied, handing off one of the greasy bags of food, and setting her purse on the table in the entry way.
"Military? Why am I not surprised." Brenda mumbled as she made her way to the kitchen, with Sharon close behind.
"You mean to tell me, you never bothered to read my jacket?" Sharon's voice rose in disbelief.
"I…no. That's not my business, you're not in my department." Brenda shook her head, pulling plates and napkins out, and setting them on the counter.
"I know that. But, you so rarely do what's expected." Sharon replied, meeting her gaze.
Brenda saw a flash of something in those unfathomable eyes, and her impulse control, which was tenuous under the best of circumstances, broke down. She crossed the small space in two long strides, and put her hands on either side of Sharon's face, before leaning in to capture her lips in a ferocious kiss. She slid her hands down, tracing the smooth skin of Sharon's throat, skimming her fingers lightly over her shoulders, and down her arms, letting them come to rest gently on her hips. She swept her tongue out, desperate to taste the dark chocolate flavor of Sharon's mouth, and couldn't swallow the moan of pleasure that bubbled up at the first touch of their tongues. She smelled so good. Even through the grease of whatever peculiar form of take-out, the scent of oranges and something uniquely Sharon was clouding Brenda's senses. The idea of taking time to eat the food while it was still hot was thrown to the wayside, as she backed Sharon up to the counter, shoving the bags and plates out of the way, and then hoisted her up, coming to rest between her legs.
"Brenda," Sharon husked as they broke for air. "That part not doing what's expected, that wasn't a challenge."
Brenda hummed, as she slid her hands under Sharon's blouse, spreading her palms across the hot skin of her abdomen.
"I can't wait for dessert, Cap'n." Brenda murmured against Sharon's neck as she trailed her tongue down, latching on to the skin stretched over her collarbone. She wanted to leave a mark, to let everyone know that Sharon was hers, but she resisted, instead nipping gently, before she kissed her way down a generous swell of breast, unbuttoning the tiny, pearlescent buttons as she moved. She flicked her tongue through the lace, laving the puckering nipple with her tongue.
"Oh, that's good. You're good. But the food is going to get cold." Sharon gasped, threading her fingers in Brenda's still slightly damp hair.
"Don't care. You wore those jeans. And you're punctual. And military." Brenda's voice was muffled by the material covering Sharon's breasts.
"This is all because I was on time?" Sharon's laugh turned into a moan as Brenda yanked the cups of her bra out of the way, and wrapped her lips around a nipple, sucking hard.
"And, because I have to make up for some lost time," Brenda glanced up, before placing a gentle kiss between Sharon's breasts, "because you were a chicken. Mostly, though, it's the jeans." She dragged her hands sensuously over Sharon's thighs, feeling the damp heat where they met. She pressed her thumbs along the seam, and Sharon hissed, then tugged on Brenda's hair, dragging her lips up for a searing kiss. She wrapped her legs around Brenda's waist, using the leverage to scoot forward, then slithered down off of the counter, sighing into the kiss as Brenda's hands came to rest on her ass, pulling her closer.
"I wasn't a chicken, I was cautious. But all of THAT is over now." Sharon whispered, flicking her tongue along the lobe of Brenda's ear. She grabbed the hem of Brenda's shirt, and pulled it up and over her head in one fluid motion, relishing the whimper that came from Brenda's throat as their breasts touched, skin to skin.
"You like these jeans, do you?" Sharon asked, as she deftly unbuttoned the pair Brenda was wearing, shoving them down to the linoleum.
"You have no idea. I never really thought I'd ever understand the banter between Flynn and Provenza when they get going but you…that backside, is just SINFUL in those pants."
"Backside?" Sharon muffled her laugh with a quick kiss to Brenda's shoulder, as she spun them around so that Brenda was leaning against the counter.
"Fine, Captain. You have the most magnificent ass I have ever laid eyes on." Brenda ground out, as she leaned in for another kiss.
"I know." Sharon replied, hooking her thumbs into Brenda's panties, and pulling them down, shoving her denim clad thigh between the blonde's naked ones. She twisted pebbled nipples between her skilled fingers, and rocked forward with her hips, starting a rhythmic friction.
Brenda gasped as the rough fabric slid against her, her head dropping back on her shoulders, as Sharon licked along her neck, nibbling gently, before leaning down to catch a nipple between her lips. She watched through hooded eyes, as Brenda moaned, and rolled her hips, relishing the slick heat of her arousal seeping through her pantleg. A slow flush had spread over Brenda's body, and a thin sheen of sweat shone beneath the florescent overhead light, and Sharon thought it might be the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She moved one hand to Brenda's hip, guiding her thrusts, watching the muscles of her abdomen quiver and tense beneath her pale skin.
"How do you like the jeans now, Brenda?" She murmured, her voice dripping like sex.
"Oh god. I love them. I do." Brenda cried out, circling her hips rapidly.
Sharon traced a path over Brenda's stomach, brushing gently over blonde curls, before she pushed her hand between Brenda's heated center, and her own thigh, pressing her fingers deep, and dragging her thumb over her clit in a slow rotation.
"You're going to come for me now, aren't you?" Sharon hummed, letting her tongue trace the curve of Brenda's ear. "You're going to come, and you're going to say my name when you do, because I'm the one who's making you feel like this." She bit gently on Brenda's ear, and twisted her hand between them.
"Oh, Jesus! Sharon! Fuck me!" Brenda groaned, as the tension mounted low in her belly.
"I am. Now come." Sharon growled, crooking her fingers, and pressing her thumb roughly against the swollen nub.
Brenda felt the pressure release, as she squeezed her eyes shut, bright pops of color exploding behind her eyelids, in time with the spasms that shook her body.
"Oh my god. Oh. I'm not sure I can stay standing, just yet." She muttered, hanging on to the taller woman's shoulders.
"I've got you. You're okay." Sharon pressed tender, closed mouth kisses along Brenda's jaw.
"You know, you don't actually always have to go first. I might be better at this whole, sleeping with women thing if I wasn't doing it half jellied from a mind blowing orgasm." Brenda griped, finding her footing again, despite the quaking in her thighs.
"I think you do just fine. But I'll keep that in mind for next time. Are you ready for dinner?" Sharon grinned, stepping back, and looking at the pile of discarded clothes, hoping to find their shirts.
"No. I was in the middle of something, and you interrupted me." Brenda threaded her hands in Sharon's hair, and pulled her in for a kiss.
"Mmmm." Sharon hummed into the kiss, before pulling away. "Let's eat. And then you can finish what you started. All right?" She bent down, and picked up her blouse, and Brenda's pullover.
"Fine. But you better eat fast, because if I finish first, you're going to have to figure out how to multi-task, Cap'n."
"Deal, Chief." Sharon smiled, and shrugged into her blouse, leaving it unbuttoned. She turned to fetch the now cooled bags of food, while Brenda pulled her jeans back on.
Setting the table, Brenda watched the dark haired woman move, her hips swaying even with the small steps she took between the counter and the table. She thought about having those deadly legs hooked over her shoulders, and shivered as her body responded to the idea. Dinner was going to be a painfully slow ordeal, no matter how quickly they ate. But Brenda was confident that dessert would be an affair best savored slowly.