There was something intoxicating about kissing Sharon, the dark flavor of her rushed through Brenda's veins like the richest chocolate. Sharon brought her hand up to caress Brenda's back, pulling her close, as their tongues slid together, and Brenda whimpered.
"You had me concerned today, Brenda." Sharon whispered as she trailed her lips along Brenda's jaw.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was angry, Sharon, and I'm not sorry about that, but the way I behaved…" Brenda trailed off, leaning their foreheads together.
"Yes, well. Your behavior." Sharon nipped at the tender skin on Brenda's collar bone. "Your behavior was terrible." She licked up the column of Brenda's throat, humming contentedly at the salty sweet taste of her lover. "You really ought to face some corrective discipline for behaving so poorly."
Brenda blinked at Sharon, as the woman let that infuriating smirk creep across her lips, bringing her hand around to thumb Brenda's nipple through the thin material of her t-shirt.
"What, exactly, are you saying, Cap'n?" Brenda wondered, as Sharon followed her hand with her mouth, tonguing through cotton, and sending tendrils of heat spiraling through Brenda's belly.
"I'm saying, what are we going to do with you, Chief?" her teeth grazed at Brenda's nipple, causing the blond woman to hiss and writhe against her.
"I think…" Brenda spoke breathlessly as the Captain stripped her of her shirt, flicking her tongue over warm skin, puckered in the chill of the air. "I think whatever you're doing is working." She arched her back, wanting to be as close to Sharon as possible.
Sharon slid that horrible skirt up, bunching it at Brenda's waist. She slipped her thumb under Brenda's panties, pushing into all that wet heat, as Brenda cried out. Sharon sucked hard on the nipple in her mouth, and used her free hand to palm the neglected breast, as she moved her thumb slickly through Brenda's folds.
"You're so wet, Brenda." She murmured against Brenda's chest. "I love how you feel on my fingers, like this." She slipped two fingers inside as she spoke, scissoring them a bit.
Brenda moaned, rocking down onto Sharon's talented hand, tangling her hands in the wild auburn locks, and pulling her into another kiss. Sharon licked into Brenda's mouth, and sucked on her tongue, then nibbled at her lower lip, then peppering kisses down over her shoulders, dipping her tongue into the valley between Brenda's breasts, sucking at the skin where marks wouldn't be seen. Brenda cried out at the onslaught of sensation, Sharon's hand on her hip, guiding her, those sinful fingers touching that spot, the bump of her thumb against Brenda's tender bud, the heat of her mouth everywhere at once, and the sound of her voice as she growled low, claiming Brenda.
"This is just for me…" Sharon husked, curling her fingers to brush the roughened skin inside Brenda. "I want you to come for me, Brenda. I want you to come for me, and say my name, because this…" She scissored her fingers, pressing her thumb firmly against Brenda's clit. "This is mine. Look at me."
Brenda struggled to open her eyes, her body screaming for release.
"Sharon, please…" She whispered, feeling pinned by that emerald gaze.
"We can argue. We can disagree. We can have professional differences until Taylor wears a shirt that actually matches his tie. But at the end of the day, Brenda, this is how it is. You are mine, now. So look me in the eye. And come, Brenda…" She moved her thumb in quick, tight circles, feeling the slick heat of Brenda tensing around her fingers as she slid them deeper inside. "Come now." She whispered the last, letting her tongue trace the shell of Brenda's ear.
Brenda couldn't breathe. Her entire body was bowed, the tension so immense, that she was pretty sure her toes were actually curling, as Sharon whispered in her ear. The heat of her breath and the sudden shocking feeling of Sharon sucking on her earlobe as her thumb pressed down sent Brenda careening over the edge. She sobbed Sharon's name, as her body convulsed, spasaming jerkily, bright flares of color at the edges of her vision. She could feel the gentleness of Sharon's hands, as she cradled her down from these ridiculous heights, could hear the soothing words being spoken as she sobbed and shook, but she had no idea what Sharon was actually saying at this point. Her head dropped onto Sharon's shoulder, as Sharon eased her hand from beneath Brenda's ruined panties.
She knew she ought to feel incensed at the possessive language Sharon used. But she just couldn't work up any ire, because if she was being honest with herself, she liked it. She wanted to belong to Sharon, in a way that she'd never wanted to belong to Fritz, or her ex-husband, or even Will. She trusted Sharon, though, in a way she'd never trusted any of the men in her life, save her Daddy. So she nuzzled her nose in Sharon's neck, inhaling the warm scent of her skin, and shifted so that she was no longer straddling the Captain.
"How do you always know what to say?" She yawned, relishing the sensation of Sharon's blunt nails tracing lazy shapes on her shoulder blades.
"I just tell the truth, Chief. I find that usually works for me." Sharon replied, tucking Brenda's head beneath her chin.
"I wish I could be that honest all the time." Brenda let her lips rest against the fluttering beat of Sharon's pulse point.
"You can always be honest with me." Sharon's voice went a little thick at the end.
"I know, Sharon. That's why I love you." Brenda yawned again, and rubbed at her eyes.
Sharon sat still, stunned at the declaration, however indirect. She blinked owlishly at Brenda, who seemed oblivious to the havoc she'd wrought with that tiny sentence. Then she broke into a full grin, and chuckled, causing Brenda to glance up at her.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, Chief. I just…was thinking we should go to bed." Sharon whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to Brenda's temple, before sliding her off of her lap.
"Best idea you've had all day." Brenda stood, stretching.
After turning off the lights, and giving Joel a little kibble, Brenda followed Sharon upstairs, and found her in bed already. She brushed her teeth, and pulled off her skirt and panties, replacing them with an oversized tee-shirt. As she crawled into bed, she noticed that Sharon was also wearing one of her tee-shirts. Brenda curled into her side.
"G'night Sharon." She murmured, her eyes already drifting shut.
"Good night, Brenda." Sharon replied. She listened as the Chief's breathing evened out. She listened to the hum of traffic from the highway. She stared at the ceiling for a while. And then she whispered, "I love you too."