Challenge 521: 3 The Closer Drabbles
Title: Misery Loves Company
Author: madampresident
Fandom: The Closer ‘verse
Pairing: Brenda Leigh Johnson/Sharon Raydor
Rating: R
Prompt: #521 - three AM
Word Count: 300 (100 each)
Summary: Sleep is for the weak.
"Sharon, you awake?" Brenda whispered.
"It's three in the morning..." Sharon grumbled.
"So, yes?"
Sharon turned over onto her back. "Yes, darling?"
"I can't sleep." Brenda admitted.
"And misery loves company?" Sharon teased.
"Something like that." Brenda's hand slid over Sharon's flat stomach, teasing the sliver of skin visible between her the waistband of her pyjama pants and her well-loved LAPD Academy t-shirt. "I can think of some things to pass the time."
Sharon bit her lip on a smile. "You're going to be the death of me, woman." She whispered as she pulled her down for a deep kiss.
**
Sharon gripped the sheets, desperately. “Oh, fuck.” She moaned, arching her back and looking down at her girlfriend through half-lidded eyes.
Brenda’s tongue swirled around Sharon’s little bundle of nerves while her fingers curled inside her, teasing and rubbing all the most sensitive spots - all the spots that made Sharon cuss.
Her knuckles were white and her toes were curled as she fought to keep somewhat quiet.
“Oh, Jesus. Fuuuck!” She gasped as she felt her orgasm washing over her.
When she opened her eyes again, she made eye contact with Brenda, grinning like the cat who ate the canary.
**
Brenda startled awake as the shrill ring of her cell phone broke the silence of her DC apartment. She pushed her eye mask up her forehead and picked up the phone with an exaggerated yawn.
"Johnson."
"It's me."
"Sharon?" Brenda propped herself up on her elbow.
"You've trained my body to wake up and expect sex at 3AM."
Brenda grinned. "What are you wearing?"
"Your Georgetown tee and lace panties."
Brenda mmmed. "I love when you wear my clothes… are you wet?” Brenda asked in a low voice dripping with arousal.
Sharon moaned breathily, hand slipping into her underwear. “Uh-huh.”
Author: madampresident
Fandom: The Closer ‘verse
Pairing: Brenda Leigh Johnson/Sharon Raydor
Rating: R
Prompt: #521 - three AM
Word Count: 300 (100 each)
Summary: Sleep is for the weak.
"Sharon, you awake?" Brenda whispered.
"It's three in the morning..." Sharon grumbled.
"So, yes?"
Sharon turned over onto her back. "Yes, darling?"
"I can't sleep." Brenda admitted.
"And misery loves company?" Sharon teased.
"Something like that." Brenda's hand slid over Sharon's flat stomach, teasing the sliver of skin visible between her the waistband of her pyjama pants and her well-loved LAPD Academy t-shirt. "I can think of some things to pass the time."
Sharon bit her lip on a smile. "You're going to be the death of me, woman." She whispered as she pulled her down for a deep kiss.
**
Sharon gripped the sheets, desperately. “Oh, fuck.” She moaned, arching her back and looking down at her girlfriend through half-lidded eyes.
Brenda’s tongue swirled around Sharon’s little bundle of nerves while her fingers curled inside her, teasing and rubbing all the most sensitive spots - all the spots that made Sharon cuss.
Her knuckles were white and her toes were curled as she fought to keep somewhat quiet.
“Oh, Jesus. Fuuuck!” She gasped as she felt her orgasm washing over her.
When she opened her eyes again, she made eye contact with Brenda, grinning like the cat who ate the canary.
**
Brenda startled awake as the shrill ring of her cell phone broke the silence of her DC apartment. She pushed her eye mask up her forehead and picked up the phone with an exaggerated yawn.
"Johnson."
"It's me."
"Sharon?" Brenda propped herself up on her elbow.
"You've trained my body to wake up and expect sex at 3AM."
Brenda grinned. "What are you wearing?"
"Your Georgetown tee and lace panties."
Brenda mmmed. "I love when you wear my clothes… are you wet?” Brenda asked in a low voice dripping with arousal.
Sharon moaned breathily, hand slipping into her underwear. “Uh-huh.”