Title: F*@&ked Up
Part: 10/10
Author:
outuendo_11, with a little help from my friend!
Rating: MA
Warnings: Contains graphic, dark material.
Pairings: Sharon Raydor/Brenda Leigh Johnson, Sharon Raydor/OC, Brenda Leigh Johnson/Fritz Howard
Summary: Sharon Raydor's life is not as put together as it appears.
A/N: I really hope this ending isn't horrible. I think I have trouble finishing up things, but in some ways I think this simple ending is just what this needs. I hope I don't disappoint, and I am so thankful to all of you for following along with this dark foray and for all the reviews. You guys are really awesome. And I have a new story in the works, and Through the Music should be posted again soon. I promise I will finish it. So if this is not satisfactory, then maybe my new story will be. :) Thanks again and I hope you enjoyed this.
Chapter 10
The sun light streamed through the open slats of the window shades.
They found their bodies entwined together in a sea of skin and sheets, and hair, and nakedness. Green eyes steadily roamed brown, hesitance loaming in the shadowy recess of dark emerald. A hand swept away a strand of brown hair, lips leaning in to capture tentative lips.
Her fingers trailed over light blue skin, tenderly tracing the outline of what once had been black and red. Even the white of that eye was still peppered with pink.
Her lips, sore from an evening of biting and sucking, moved up to gently kiss the eye that grew less and less swollen with each day.
Reaching for the hand that was cautiously hiding beneath the sheets, she pulled it towards her mouth, kissing each healing burn line, pulling the older woman’s index finger in to her mouth to suck on it. When brown eyes glanced up, she found watery green eyes staring back at her.
“Don’t cry,” Brenda whispered, tangling her fingers in silky strands of long brown hair, noticing the auburn hues the sunlight illuminated.
A hand caught her wrist, bringing it to soft lips, which pressed against her skin. “I’m not going to.”
“Okay,” Brenda stroked her hair and pulled her in for another kiss.
She supposed it should feel odd, lying here with Sharon Raydor, in a bed she had once shared with her soon to be ex-husband, though it wasn’t. It felt comfortable, it felt right; it felt soothing, and lovely, and just how Brenda Leigh had always thought it should be with someone.
“I don’t want to go today.” Sharon reached for her glasses on the nightstand and then pulled herself in to a seated position, reaching for her phone. Scrolling through her e-mails, Brenda yawned and curled herself around the older woman.
“It’ll feel nice to see ‘em get what he deserves.” Brenda pressed her lips to a bare breast.
Sharon wrapped her arm around Brenda, letting her fingers trail down the long expanse of her bare back. Sharon intently focused on her e-mail, not responding.
“You do want to see him behind bars for a long time, don’t you?” Brenda glanced up at the beautiful woman she felt lucky to finally have freely in her bed.
Sharon sat her phone down and pulled off her glasses, tenderly wiping at her eye. “Logically, of course, I do. But we have a lot of history between us. A long, colored history.”
“You’d never go back to him, would you?”
“Of course not.” Sharon sniffed and pulled back on her glasses.
“Good, because I’d kinda, selfishly, like to keep you to myself.” Brenda let her fingers trail down Sharon’s bare chest, stopping to rub lightly over an erect nipple.
Sharon smiled, “I love you, Brenda Leigh.”
Brenda, startled, sat up. “You…you do?”
Sharon let her fingers trail down soft, messy blonde curls, pulling the younger woman to her. “I do.”
“I…I love you,” Brenda whispered through kisses. “I love you so much.”
Sharon smiled against her lips.
…
“This court finds the defendant, Mitchell Donovan, guilty of domestic violence. He will be sentenced to four years in the State Prison. No bail will be allowed. He will complete the 52 week domestic violence seminar, and he will pay a fine of $5,500, and he will not be allowed any contact with Sharon Raydor, or their children - Mackenzie Donovan and Jacob Donovan.” The judge hit his gavel against the stand and then rose.
Sharon fought away the tears that were threatening to fall. She stood, as was necessary in a court of law, and watched the judge step off his podium. She silently thanked him. Her attorney shook her hand, and she avoided glancing over at Mitchell.
She knew he was being taken away in handcuffs, she knew he wanted her to acknowledge his presence, but she kept her eyes firmly on her attorney, and turned in the opposite direction to search for the reassurance of brown eyes.
She smiled, realizing that Brenda had taken a seat in the front row. Right next to Fritz.
Sharon stepped towards them, extending her hand in Fritz’s direction. “Thank you.”
He took her hand and nodded. “Don’t worry about it.” He gave her a quick smile, Brenda appearing at his side.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Brenda pulled Sharon in to an embrace.
Sharon shook her head. “It wasn’t.”
“Let me take you home.” Brenda whispered.
Sharon nodded. Her attorney held out his hand, pointing her towards the exit. She smiled up at him as she passed by, reaching for Brenda’s hand. The duo walked towards the exit of the court room.
Sharon felt a little peace of mind restored with each step she took.