Through All the Music Comes the Dies Irae (27/29)
Title: Through All the Music Comes the Dies Irae
Part: 27/29
Author: outuendo_11
Fandom: The Closer
Pairings: Brenda Leigh Johnson/ Sharon Raydor
Rating: M
Summary: Both women have come to a crossroad in their lives.
A/N: So I relooked at the finished story of this and realized I'd completely skipped chapter 28...so this story is actually 29 chapters long and I hate odd numbers, so I'll just pretend like the last chapter isn't really a chapter so much as a follow up. In any case, I've been bad about responding to reviews. I promise as you review I will respond to you this time and also, I hope to see more reviews from you guys. I'm pretty sure I had one review for like four days after I posted the last chapter...so I'm hoping you like this chapter a little more...maybe. :) Please read and review. Thank you!
Chapter 27
Sharon, having gotten high almost out of sheer boredom, but mostly because she knew she needed to eat, sat back on her bed and stared blankly at the television before her. She had yet to get up and find food, but it did feel good to be high. She supposed it was the next best thing to having her blonde Deputy Chief.
But the woman was busy. She couldn’t expect her to come running home to her. Of anyone Sharon could understand what Brenda’s job entailed, but the irrational part of her mind just wanted her there with her.
And yet she was such a coward. She couldn’t even let Brenda see her. She knew the blonde was itching to know what it looked like, and she perhaps even knew that Brenda wouldn’t go running out the door if she did happen to see the scar. But she was still scared, embarrassed perhaps.
There was a light knock on her bedroom door, so light Sharon wasn’t sure she’d heard it at all. She turned; her mind and eyes taking a moment to catch up to one another, but if she wasn’t mistaken it appeared that a blonde woman had just entered her bedroom.
“Are you real?” Sharon reached hazily for her glasses and placed them on the bridge of her nose.
“Are you high?” Brenda’s Southern voice broke through the space.
“Yes,” Sharon nodded, reaching out for the younger woman, allowing her to kiss her. She suddenly noticed that the other woman had brought food with her. “What’s that smell?” She was suddenly starving and ready to eat anything the blonde had brought her. “Why are you here?” She also sniffed, watching as Brenda pulled out several take out boxes.
“It turned out to be a triple homicide and a suicide. I’ll be swamped with paperwork; it was so sad.” Brenda ran a hand across her forehead and pulled out another box. “And I felt like Indian. Is that okay?”
“Anything sounds okay,” Sharon reached for Brenda’s hand, stopping her from opening what looked and smelled like tikka masala chicken. “I missed you today.”
Brenda smiled and leaned down to kiss her brunette again. “I know. I didn’t think I’d be able to come by.” Brenda ran a hand through mused hair, pressing her lips again to Sharon’s. “Where’s Lucas?”
“Orchestra rehearsal and Jonathan is out with friends.” Sharon sighed and reached for the aluminum foil wrapped naan.
“Do you think we could talk?” Brenda settled in to the bed beside Sharon.
Sharon didn’t like the way this sounded. “About?” She carefully folded a piece of butter chicken with some rice in to some naan and bit in to it. It was delicious.
“Us,” Brenda followed suit with the tikka masala.
“All right,” Sharon glanced over at her, nervous for some reason. What if her cold demeanor the day before had caused Brenda to reconsider the fact that she loved her?
“I do love you, Sharon. And I want to be with you. Do you think we could try that?” Brenda reached for the remote control, turning it to her guilty pleasure. Reality television. Sharon would never understand.
“Try…”
“Actually dating. I want to…I want to be more than just someone who’s here for you. Do you think….do you think it can be time for that?” Brenda looked apprehensively over at the brunette, waiting for a response.
Sharon took a deep breath. Yes, she wanted that, but she wasn’t sure she was ready to actually try this. This would mean an actual commitment and Sharon had never had any good commitments. She wasn’t sure she could handle losing Brenda, but then wasn’t that reason enough to try? “I…I would like that, but…but what does that mean for us?”
Brenda took another bite of her chicken and swallowed. “I don’t think it has to be so different from what it is now. Look, I’m here every night, practically.” Sharon nodded. “And, I love you and we kiss and sleep together. I don’t see what more we’d need.”
“Well, what about coming out to people, and this being two women…and what about sex? Have you ever even considered that?” Sharon felt ridiculous even questioning it all, but these were concerns she supposed she had.
“I don’t see how it would be much different from bein’ with a man, minus a part. I mean, really…I’m sure we could figure it out.” Brenda shrugged. “And your family practically all knows. Except your Momma.”
Sharon processed this information for a moment before frowning, “what about my Daddy?” It was always so endearing when she made fun of Brenda’s insistence upon calling her parents Momma and Daddy.
Brenda swallowed and then looked, with wide eyes, over at Sharon. “Um, well he might have…found…out.”
Sharon frowned. Her voice was slow and measured when she asked, “how?”
“He might have caught me…one mornin’…leavin’…in any case, it’s fine with him.”
Sharon considered what Brenda had just told her and then, with a quick shrug she sighed. “Well, I suppose that just leaves my mother. But…are you…are you okay with it all?”
Brenda bit her lip. “I want to be with you, so I’m willin’ to make the sacrifices that entails.”
“What about Willie Ray and Clay?” Sharon was quickly eating all of the butter chicken. She was quite surprised by her increased appetite.
“They love you,” Brenda grinned.
Sharon couldn’t help but smile back at Brenda. “But, will they love me when they know my intentions for their daughter?”
Brenda’s eyebrow rose. “What are those intentions?”
Sharon played dumb, finding the stupid reality show they were watching on television very fascinating.
“Sharon,” Brenda sat her take-out box on the bedside table and moved Sharon’s abandoned box on top of it.
“Hmm?” Sharon knew her high was wearing off. She was very present in this sobering, albeit exciting moment.
“Are we in a relationship?” Brenda straddled Sharon, careful not to hurt her, and leaned down to kiss her.
“I believe,” Sharon tangled her fingers in Brenda’s hair, pulling her closer, “we are.”
Brenda grinned, her big goofy, happy grin and Sharon couldn’t help but kiss her. The kiss just deepened from there, Brenda’s hands coming up to tangle in Sharon’s hair, her elbows resting on the bed. Their lips melded together, Sharon’s hands ran down Brenda’s arms, finding the hem of her shirt. Her fingers played across found skin, pulling the material up. Brenda smiled against her lips and rolled on to her left side, careful of Sharon’s chest.
Her hand snaked its way beneath the spandex of Sharon’s yoga pants, stroking the soft skin beneath her fingers, before trailing her hand upwards, running it along Sharon’s side. In this simple motion, Brenda found her fingers pulling up Sharon’s shirt.
Their lips stayed pressed together, but Sharon’s hand wrapped around Brenda’s wrist, stopping her upwards motion.
“What?” Brenda whispered, pulling back to realize that Sharon’s scar was clearly displayed before her. Her eyes softened and she easily twisted out of Sharon’s grasp. Sharon turned her head and dropped her hand to the bed. Finding no words that would comfort the anxious brunette, she let her finger trail beneath the scar, taking in the sight of the missing breast. It looked much better than Brenda had initially anticipated it would. There was a simple incision line and no nipple. She could tell that Sharon was now starring down with furrowed brows, gauging her reaction to the missing breast.
It was simply beautiful, Brenda was curious to see what the other breast looked like, but she knew this one needed some love and attention for now.
She pressed her lips reassuringly to Sharon’s before sliding down.
“Brenda,” Sharon whispered, a hint of a warning in her tone, but it was hardly a convincing protest.
Brenda ignored her and leaned down, pressing her lips to Sharon’s muscled abdomen. She could feel a slight quiver where her lips touched and could sense that Sharon’s breathing had become labored. “You…Brenda…”
Brenda crawled on top of Sharon, her lips moving upwards to kiss right beneath the breast.
“Brenda,” Sharon whispered, but this time it was more urgent. Her hand caught Brenda’s shoulder, pulling her upwards. “Brenda,” Sharon met dark brown eyes.
“What?” Brenda lifted her hand to push Sharon’s hair behind her ear.
“I need…” Sharon closed her eyes and shifted. Swallowing, her voice was near a whisper when she spoke again. “I want you…to touch me.”
Brenda’s eyes widened. “Are you…are you sure?”
Sharon nodded, her eyes coming open again. She reached up and tangled her fingers in blonde hair. “Yes.” She pulled her to her and kissed her.
“What if I…I don’t…” Brenda’s cheeks were flushed when they pulled away.
Sharon smiled. “It’s okay, here.” Sharon took her hand and pulled it downwards. “You’ve masturbated before, haven’t you?” She grinned.
Brenda laughed, “’course I have.” She allowed Sharon to lead her hand right to her center, beneath her yoga pants. She was pleasantly surprised to find the older woman wasn’t wearing underwear. “Tell me what to do.”
“Well, you’ll have to touch somewhere other than my stomach.” Sharon smiled.
“Oh,” Brenda huffed and let her fingers move down through a patch of hair. It felt mostly like her own, it was just strange to touch someone else.
“Down,” Sharon instructed while pulling Brenda in for a kiss.
Brenda’s fingers slid in to a soft, gentle area.
“I might need some help,” Sharon muttered against Brenda’s lips.
“Help?” Brenda frowned, finding that she was thoroughly enjoying the feel of Sharon beneath her fingers.
“There’s um…there’s lubricant in the top of that drawer.” Sharon pointed.
“Oh,” Brenda nodded. “No need to be ashamed ‘bout that.” Brenda smiled and pulled out her hand to reach for the lubricant. She easily opened it and poured some on to her hand, rubbing it primarily on her fingers before returning to her previous spot, delighting in the feel of now moist warmness. “God you feel wonderful,” Brenda grinned, leaning in to kiss Sharon.
Sharon simply smiled. “Move up,” she whispered against Brenda’s lips, using her hand to guide Brenda.
“Here?” Brenda knew that she, herself, was extremely wet. This felt intimate, soft, sweet and it was turning her on like crazy.
“Ye-yes.” Sharon’s hips moved upwards, in to Brenda’s touch. Her fingers had slid in to her own pants and were covering Brenda’s. They moved together in perfect rhythm.
“Good…Lord, Sharon you’re gorgeous.” Brenda sighed, opening her eyes to take in the sight of the beautiful woman splayed out before her. Her face betrayed a mix of concentration and pleasure.
Sharon removed her hand, knowing that Brenda would be just fine on her own. She arched upwards, holding on to Brenda to keep her close. “Oh this feels so good,” Sharon breathed, realizing that she hadn’t been in the mood to masturbate, nor had she had the strength recently. How lucky, she realized, she was to have Brenda to help now…and it didn’t hurt that Brenda did things to her that she could hardly even begin to comprehend. The woman’s soft skin, her luscious and full lips, her warm body, the life that coursed through her…it left Sharon in awe and aroused.
“Is this okay?” Brenda kissed her neck, noticing that the brunette was eliciting moans as her finger trailed back and forth over Sharon’s clit.
“Harder,” Sharon whispered before loudly sighing. “Oh, fuck, Brenda.”
Brenda, encouraged by Sharon’s response, began to rub faster and harder in the same location.
“Yes, fuck,” Sharon cried, grasping on to Brenda’s shoulder, pulling them close together as she neared her end. “Yes, yes,” Sharon panted. “Oh, Brenda Leigh,” this was so much better than her black dress fantasies - which felt like ages ago - had been. This was the real deal; this was Brenda in her arms, touching her, their bodies actually rubbing together.
“Brenda!” Sharon called out and arched upwards before falling back against her pillow. A very pleasant sensation raced through her entire body and she couldn’t help the silly smile that adorned her lips. Brenda’s lips peppered that smile, her own smile obvious.
“That was….”
“Wonderful,” Sharon finished for the blonde, allowing her to fall to her right side.
“Was that…it was…okay?” Brenda kissed her cheek lazily, her voice breathless from the effort she’d exerted. She could tell that she would like this new form of intimacy a whole lot.
“It was more than okay, Brenda Leigh.” Sharon grinned, catching her own breath. “Thank you,” she leaned over to kiss the blonde. “Thank you for everything.”
“Least I could do,” Brenda smiled and snuggled in to her side.
“Sharon?” Lucas called through the bedroom door.
“Shit,” Sharon broke down in to giggles. She leaned up and glanced at the door. “What, Luc?” She called.
“I just…I wanted you to know I’m home.” Brenda trailed her fingers through Sharon’s hair, pressing kisses to her neck. She clearly wasn’t deterred by Sharon’s son so close by.
“That’s great, Luc.” Sharon rolled her eyes and allowed Brenda to kiss her. This felt dirty.
“Can you ask Brenda about tomorrow?” He called back.
Sharon had to push Brenda away to respond, but of course the blonde wouldn’t detach herself. She moved to suck lightly on Sharon’s neck. Sharon sighed and replied, “I will, good night, baby.”
“Night, Sharon.” He called and then they heard him walking off towards his bedroom.
“You’re horrible,” Sharon rasped.
Brenda simply grinned and returned her lips to Sharon’s before asking, “what’s tomorrow night?”
“He has a concert. You don’t have to go, he just…he’d like it if you did. But I can understand if you’re busy.” Sharon settled back against the bed. “Can you hand me that pill bottle?” She motioned to the night stand.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just a little sore.” Sharon nodded.
Brenda reached for the bottle. “I’d love to come if a case doesn’t come up.” She responded, sitting up to open the bottle and pour out a pill. She returned the bottle to the bedside table before handing the pill and a glass of water to the beautiful woman beside her.
Sharon pulled herself up in to a seated position. “So we’re doing this?”
Her question caught Brenda off-guard, but she easily nodded, “yes.”
“Aren’t I too old for you?” Sharon let a smile curl up her lip.
Brenda pined her with a disbelieving stare, “I’m not that much younger than you.”
“Aren’t you scared of what could happen to me? You do realize some people don’t make it through chemo.”
“Sharon Raydor,” Brenda grabbed the water glass out of her hand and glared at her. “I’m not afraid of what you’re going through.”
Sharon bit her lip and nodded, a slight smile crept across her features. She reached out for Brenda and pulled the younger woman to her, their lips meeting.
“So…you guys are finally in a relationship?” Jonathan called through the door.
“Christ, Jon!” Sharon called out.
“Sorry, Sharon,” She heard Lucas cursing his brother. Something about the fact that he shouldn’t be eavesdropping.
“Are you really ready for this?” Sharon glanced over at Brenda.
Brenda smiled. “We are!” She answered Jonathan without turning to the door. Instead she pulled Sharon in to a rather heated kiss. “Besides, we’ve already consummated our relationship.” She whispered to Sharon before her tongue traced down the shell of her ear.
“Oh fuck me.” Sharon sighed, completely lost in her blonde.
Part: 27/29
Author: outuendo_11
Fandom: The Closer
Pairings: Brenda Leigh Johnson/ Sharon Raydor
Rating: M
Summary: Both women have come to a crossroad in their lives.
A/N: So I relooked at the finished story of this and realized I'd completely skipped chapter 28...so this story is actually 29 chapters long and I hate odd numbers, so I'll just pretend like the last chapter isn't really a chapter so much as a follow up. In any case, I've been bad about responding to reviews. I promise as you review I will respond to you this time and also, I hope to see more reviews from you guys. I'm pretty sure I had one review for like four days after I posted the last chapter...so I'm hoping you like this chapter a little more...maybe. :) Please read and review. Thank you!
Chapter 27
Sharon, having gotten high almost out of sheer boredom, but mostly because she knew she needed to eat, sat back on her bed and stared blankly at the television before her. She had yet to get up and find food, but it did feel good to be high. She supposed it was the next best thing to having her blonde Deputy Chief.
But the woman was busy. She couldn’t expect her to come running home to her. Of anyone Sharon could understand what Brenda’s job entailed, but the irrational part of her mind just wanted her there with her.
And yet she was such a coward. She couldn’t even let Brenda see her. She knew the blonde was itching to know what it looked like, and she perhaps even knew that Brenda wouldn’t go running out the door if she did happen to see the scar. But she was still scared, embarrassed perhaps.
There was a light knock on her bedroom door, so light Sharon wasn’t sure she’d heard it at all. She turned; her mind and eyes taking a moment to catch up to one another, but if she wasn’t mistaken it appeared that a blonde woman had just entered her bedroom.
“Are you real?” Sharon reached hazily for her glasses and placed them on the bridge of her nose.
“Are you high?” Brenda’s Southern voice broke through the space.
“Yes,” Sharon nodded, reaching out for the younger woman, allowing her to kiss her. She suddenly noticed that the other woman had brought food with her. “What’s that smell?” She was suddenly starving and ready to eat anything the blonde had brought her. “Why are you here?” She also sniffed, watching as Brenda pulled out several take out boxes.
“It turned out to be a triple homicide and a suicide. I’ll be swamped with paperwork; it was so sad.” Brenda ran a hand across her forehead and pulled out another box. “And I felt like Indian. Is that okay?”
“Anything sounds okay,” Sharon reached for Brenda’s hand, stopping her from opening what looked and smelled like tikka masala chicken. “I missed you today.”
Brenda smiled and leaned down to kiss her brunette again. “I know. I didn’t think I’d be able to come by.” Brenda ran a hand through mused hair, pressing her lips again to Sharon’s. “Where’s Lucas?”
“Orchestra rehearsal and Jonathan is out with friends.” Sharon sighed and reached for the aluminum foil wrapped naan.
“Do you think we could talk?” Brenda settled in to the bed beside Sharon.
Sharon didn’t like the way this sounded. “About?” She carefully folded a piece of butter chicken with some rice in to some naan and bit in to it. It was delicious.
“Us,” Brenda followed suit with the tikka masala.
“All right,” Sharon glanced over at her, nervous for some reason. What if her cold demeanor the day before had caused Brenda to reconsider the fact that she loved her?
“I do love you, Sharon. And I want to be with you. Do you think we could try that?” Brenda reached for the remote control, turning it to her guilty pleasure. Reality television. Sharon would never understand.
“Try…”
“Actually dating. I want to…I want to be more than just someone who’s here for you. Do you think….do you think it can be time for that?” Brenda looked apprehensively over at the brunette, waiting for a response.
Sharon took a deep breath. Yes, she wanted that, but she wasn’t sure she was ready to actually try this. This would mean an actual commitment and Sharon had never had any good commitments. She wasn’t sure she could handle losing Brenda, but then wasn’t that reason enough to try? “I…I would like that, but…but what does that mean for us?”
Brenda took another bite of her chicken and swallowed. “I don’t think it has to be so different from what it is now. Look, I’m here every night, practically.” Sharon nodded. “And, I love you and we kiss and sleep together. I don’t see what more we’d need.”
“Well, what about coming out to people, and this being two women…and what about sex? Have you ever even considered that?” Sharon felt ridiculous even questioning it all, but these were concerns she supposed she had.
“I don’t see how it would be much different from bein’ with a man, minus a part. I mean, really…I’m sure we could figure it out.” Brenda shrugged. “And your family practically all knows. Except your Momma.”
Sharon processed this information for a moment before frowning, “what about my Daddy?” It was always so endearing when she made fun of Brenda’s insistence upon calling her parents Momma and Daddy.
Brenda swallowed and then looked, with wide eyes, over at Sharon. “Um, well he might have…found…out.”
Sharon frowned. Her voice was slow and measured when she asked, “how?”
“He might have caught me…one mornin’…leavin’…in any case, it’s fine with him.”
Sharon considered what Brenda had just told her and then, with a quick shrug she sighed. “Well, I suppose that just leaves my mother. But…are you…are you okay with it all?”
Brenda bit her lip. “I want to be with you, so I’m willin’ to make the sacrifices that entails.”
“What about Willie Ray and Clay?” Sharon was quickly eating all of the butter chicken. She was quite surprised by her increased appetite.
“They love you,” Brenda grinned.
Sharon couldn’t help but smile back at Brenda. “But, will they love me when they know my intentions for their daughter?”
Brenda’s eyebrow rose. “What are those intentions?”
Sharon played dumb, finding the stupid reality show they were watching on television very fascinating.
“Sharon,” Brenda sat her take-out box on the bedside table and moved Sharon’s abandoned box on top of it.
“Hmm?” Sharon knew her high was wearing off. She was very present in this sobering, albeit exciting moment.
“Are we in a relationship?” Brenda straddled Sharon, careful not to hurt her, and leaned down to kiss her.
“I believe,” Sharon tangled her fingers in Brenda’s hair, pulling her closer, “we are.”
Brenda grinned, her big goofy, happy grin and Sharon couldn’t help but kiss her. The kiss just deepened from there, Brenda’s hands coming up to tangle in Sharon’s hair, her elbows resting on the bed. Their lips melded together, Sharon’s hands ran down Brenda’s arms, finding the hem of her shirt. Her fingers played across found skin, pulling the material up. Brenda smiled against her lips and rolled on to her left side, careful of Sharon’s chest.
Her hand snaked its way beneath the spandex of Sharon’s yoga pants, stroking the soft skin beneath her fingers, before trailing her hand upwards, running it along Sharon’s side. In this simple motion, Brenda found her fingers pulling up Sharon’s shirt.
Their lips stayed pressed together, but Sharon’s hand wrapped around Brenda’s wrist, stopping her upwards motion.
“What?” Brenda whispered, pulling back to realize that Sharon’s scar was clearly displayed before her. Her eyes softened and she easily twisted out of Sharon’s grasp. Sharon turned her head and dropped her hand to the bed. Finding no words that would comfort the anxious brunette, she let her finger trail beneath the scar, taking in the sight of the missing breast. It looked much better than Brenda had initially anticipated it would. There was a simple incision line and no nipple. She could tell that Sharon was now starring down with furrowed brows, gauging her reaction to the missing breast.
It was simply beautiful, Brenda was curious to see what the other breast looked like, but she knew this one needed some love and attention for now.
She pressed her lips reassuringly to Sharon’s before sliding down.
“Brenda,” Sharon whispered, a hint of a warning in her tone, but it was hardly a convincing protest.
Brenda ignored her and leaned down, pressing her lips to Sharon’s muscled abdomen. She could feel a slight quiver where her lips touched and could sense that Sharon’s breathing had become labored. “You…Brenda…”
Brenda crawled on top of Sharon, her lips moving upwards to kiss right beneath the breast.
“Brenda,” Sharon whispered, but this time it was more urgent. Her hand caught Brenda’s shoulder, pulling her upwards. “Brenda,” Sharon met dark brown eyes.
“What?” Brenda lifted her hand to push Sharon’s hair behind her ear.
“I need…” Sharon closed her eyes and shifted. Swallowing, her voice was near a whisper when she spoke again. “I want you…to touch me.”
Brenda’s eyes widened. “Are you…are you sure?”
Sharon nodded, her eyes coming open again. She reached up and tangled her fingers in blonde hair. “Yes.” She pulled her to her and kissed her.
“What if I…I don’t…” Brenda’s cheeks were flushed when they pulled away.
Sharon smiled. “It’s okay, here.” Sharon took her hand and pulled it downwards. “You’ve masturbated before, haven’t you?” She grinned.
Brenda laughed, “’course I have.” She allowed Sharon to lead her hand right to her center, beneath her yoga pants. She was pleasantly surprised to find the older woman wasn’t wearing underwear. “Tell me what to do.”
“Well, you’ll have to touch somewhere other than my stomach.” Sharon smiled.
“Oh,” Brenda huffed and let her fingers move down through a patch of hair. It felt mostly like her own, it was just strange to touch someone else.
“Down,” Sharon instructed while pulling Brenda in for a kiss.
Brenda’s fingers slid in to a soft, gentle area.
“I might need some help,” Sharon muttered against Brenda’s lips.
“Help?” Brenda frowned, finding that she was thoroughly enjoying the feel of Sharon beneath her fingers.
“There’s um…there’s lubricant in the top of that drawer.” Sharon pointed.
“Oh,” Brenda nodded. “No need to be ashamed ‘bout that.” Brenda smiled and pulled out her hand to reach for the lubricant. She easily opened it and poured some on to her hand, rubbing it primarily on her fingers before returning to her previous spot, delighting in the feel of now moist warmness. “God you feel wonderful,” Brenda grinned, leaning in to kiss Sharon.
Sharon simply smiled. “Move up,” she whispered against Brenda’s lips, using her hand to guide Brenda.
“Here?” Brenda knew that she, herself, was extremely wet. This felt intimate, soft, sweet and it was turning her on like crazy.
“Ye-yes.” Sharon’s hips moved upwards, in to Brenda’s touch. Her fingers had slid in to her own pants and were covering Brenda’s. They moved together in perfect rhythm.
“Good…Lord, Sharon you’re gorgeous.” Brenda sighed, opening her eyes to take in the sight of the beautiful woman splayed out before her. Her face betrayed a mix of concentration and pleasure.
Sharon removed her hand, knowing that Brenda would be just fine on her own. She arched upwards, holding on to Brenda to keep her close. “Oh this feels so good,” Sharon breathed, realizing that she hadn’t been in the mood to masturbate, nor had she had the strength recently. How lucky, she realized, she was to have Brenda to help now…and it didn’t hurt that Brenda did things to her that she could hardly even begin to comprehend. The woman’s soft skin, her luscious and full lips, her warm body, the life that coursed through her…it left Sharon in awe and aroused.
“Is this okay?” Brenda kissed her neck, noticing that the brunette was eliciting moans as her finger trailed back and forth over Sharon’s clit.
“Harder,” Sharon whispered before loudly sighing. “Oh, fuck, Brenda.”
Brenda, encouraged by Sharon’s response, began to rub faster and harder in the same location.
“Yes, fuck,” Sharon cried, grasping on to Brenda’s shoulder, pulling them close together as she neared her end. “Yes, yes,” Sharon panted. “Oh, Brenda Leigh,” this was so much better than her black dress fantasies - which felt like ages ago - had been. This was the real deal; this was Brenda in her arms, touching her, their bodies actually rubbing together.
“Brenda!” Sharon called out and arched upwards before falling back against her pillow. A very pleasant sensation raced through her entire body and she couldn’t help the silly smile that adorned her lips. Brenda’s lips peppered that smile, her own smile obvious.
“That was….”
“Wonderful,” Sharon finished for the blonde, allowing her to fall to her right side.
“Was that…it was…okay?” Brenda kissed her cheek lazily, her voice breathless from the effort she’d exerted. She could tell that she would like this new form of intimacy a whole lot.
“It was more than okay, Brenda Leigh.” Sharon grinned, catching her own breath. “Thank you,” she leaned over to kiss the blonde. “Thank you for everything.”
“Least I could do,” Brenda smiled and snuggled in to her side.
“Sharon?” Lucas called through the bedroom door.
“Shit,” Sharon broke down in to giggles. She leaned up and glanced at the door. “What, Luc?” She called.
“I just…I wanted you to know I’m home.” Brenda trailed her fingers through Sharon’s hair, pressing kisses to her neck. She clearly wasn’t deterred by Sharon’s son so close by.
“That’s great, Luc.” Sharon rolled her eyes and allowed Brenda to kiss her. This felt dirty.
“Can you ask Brenda about tomorrow?” He called back.
Sharon had to push Brenda away to respond, but of course the blonde wouldn’t detach herself. She moved to suck lightly on Sharon’s neck. Sharon sighed and replied, “I will, good night, baby.”
“Night, Sharon.” He called and then they heard him walking off towards his bedroom.
“You’re horrible,” Sharon rasped.
Brenda simply grinned and returned her lips to Sharon’s before asking, “what’s tomorrow night?”
“He has a concert. You don’t have to go, he just…he’d like it if you did. But I can understand if you’re busy.” Sharon settled back against the bed. “Can you hand me that pill bottle?” She motioned to the night stand.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just a little sore.” Sharon nodded.
Brenda reached for the bottle. “I’d love to come if a case doesn’t come up.” She responded, sitting up to open the bottle and pour out a pill. She returned the bottle to the bedside table before handing the pill and a glass of water to the beautiful woman beside her.
Sharon pulled herself up in to a seated position. “So we’re doing this?”
Her question caught Brenda off-guard, but she easily nodded, “yes.”
“Aren’t I too old for you?” Sharon let a smile curl up her lip.
Brenda pined her with a disbelieving stare, “I’m not that much younger than you.”
“Aren’t you scared of what could happen to me? You do realize some people don’t make it through chemo.”
“Sharon Raydor,” Brenda grabbed the water glass out of her hand and glared at her. “I’m not afraid of what you’re going through.”
Sharon bit her lip and nodded, a slight smile crept across her features. She reached out for Brenda and pulled the younger woman to her, their lips meeting.
“So…you guys are finally in a relationship?” Jonathan called through the door.
“Christ, Jon!” Sharon called out.
“Sorry, Sharon,” She heard Lucas cursing his brother. Something about the fact that he shouldn’t be eavesdropping.
“Are you really ready for this?” Sharon glanced over at Brenda.
Brenda smiled. “We are!” She answered Jonathan without turning to the door. Instead she pulled Sharon in to a rather heated kiss. “Besides, we’ve already consummated our relationship.” She whispered to Sharon before her tongue traced down the shell of her ear.
“Oh fuck me.” Sharon sighed, completely lost in her blonde.