Set Fire to the Rain 3/12
Title: Set Fire to the Rain 3/12
Author: smartasswillow
Fandom: The Closer
Rating: M
Pairing: Brenda/Sharon
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CHAPTER 3
“I have to tell you something.”
Sharon was playing absently with a blond lock. “What is it?”
“I didn’t have a fight with Fritz.”
Sharon’s look was puzzled. “Then why were you crying?”
When she had imagined this moment previously that afternoon she hadn’t imagined it like this. She hadn't imagined they would have been almost naked and that she would have somehow stopped hating the Captain. How silly of her thinking it would have been fun to break the woman, even just a little bit. Brenda blushed for her own lack of foresight. “Don’t be mad.”
“Brenda why were you crying?” Slowly the truth sank in. “Brenda!”
“I’m sorry.”
“You faked it. God, you faked it.”
Brenda couldn’t speak, couldn’t even apologize.
“I’m not a perp Brenda, you can’t deceive me just to get a confession!”
“I wasn’t… I didn’t mean…”
“Right, it wasn’t a confession you were looking for.”
“Don’t be so gross now…”
“Me? Gross? Do you have any idea how foolish I feel right now? Did you really need to trample on my self-esteem to get laid?”
“It’s not like that…”
“And how is it?”
“This thing… between us… it was there long before today. I just wanted to know what is was.”
“Well I hope you got your answers ‘cause it’s all you’ll get.”
“You can’t be serious. We can’t go back!”
“I already did Chief. Now get off of me.” Sharon shoved Brenda aside and started dressing up.
“I’m sorry, please I’m so sorry. But if I hadn’t use that stupid trick we wouldn’t have ever gone this far. And it was a cheap trick too. But you fell for it. Did you ask yourself why?”
“Oh Chief the more you talk the easier it is to leave.”
“You wanted to believe it. You wanted all of this as much as I did!”
“The difference is that you got the truth, I got the lies.”
“But…”
“I don’t want to talk about this. Ever. Did I make myself clear?”
“I…”
Sharon turned angrily to her. “Did I make myself clear!”
“Yes.”
“Now put yourself together. You look too much like a whore for this office.”
And with that she was gone.
Brenda stayed on the couch. Defeated. Angry at herself. Why did she have to come clean? Couldn’t she just lie as she always did? She had hurt Sharon, herself, cheated on her husband, destroyed something preciously beautiful.
She looked to the clock on the wall. It took only a couple of hours.
* * *
When Sharon got home she didn’t bother to turn on the desk lamp. She went through the hallway, the living room. Passed by the bathroom and in the kitchen, almost stumbled on a chair opening the fridge. The feeble light burnt her eyes. What she was doing? Why was she staring at the device? She couldn’t recall. Eggs, milk, tomatoes. Wine. That’s it. She wanted a glass of wine. She needed to hold onto normal things. She always had a glass of Merlot after work. And tonight it was not different. She’d drink her poison, take a shower, go to bed. It was just another fucking day in her fucking life. No need to worry. No need to change habits. ‘Cause nothing happened, nothing relevant anyway.
Fritz was watching a documentary on TV. Dinner was on the small table in front of him. “Hi baby, you’re late. There’s something left in the kitchen. Do you want me to heat it up?”
“No thank you, it’s been an awful day, I just want to take a shower and lay down ‘til tomorrow.”
“Why? What happened?”
“Oh honey, nothing relevant.” She mentally kicked herself. Did she really want to screw everything up with him too? But Fritz seemed oblivious and smiled warmly to his wife. “Can I at least have a kiss? I’m not just the housekeeper here, you know?”
“I know honey, of course I know.” Brenda said, leaving him alone in the room.
In the bathroom she locked the door. Then unlocked it. She took off her clothes and checked her skin in front of the mirror, looking for embarrassing marks. Satisfied, Brenda turned on the water. Watching the small clouds of steam she sighed, feeling a lump in her throat. She wasn’t one of those women. She was not and she wouldn’t cry herself out in the shower. But under the hot jet her body ached. Her own touch reminded her of someone else’s hands. And between the shampoo and the conditioner she was forced to face the truth. She was indeed one of those women.
Sharon lay across the bed, the empty glass still in her hand, the power-suit still on. It wasn’t so powerful a few hours ago. It was not so powerful now, all creased and ruined and smelling of sex. She opened her jacket and let her shirt free of the pants. Her skin was so warm and the memories so painful. She stood up and went quickly into the kitchen. She stumbled again on the same chair but didn’t notice. Took off her clothes, all of them, and threw everything in the trashcan. Naked and panting she stayed in the middle of the dark room. Too old, she thought, too old for this, it’s so cold I’ll catch my death. Back in her room she knew she wouldn’t take a shower. Tonight she’d make an exception just to feel her a little longer.
Author: smartasswillow
Fandom: The Closer
Rating: M
Pairing: Brenda/Sharon
Come on people, do you really hate this story so much? Say something...
CHAPTER 3
“I have to tell you something.”
Sharon was playing absently with a blond lock. “What is it?”
“I didn’t have a fight with Fritz.”
Sharon’s look was puzzled. “Then why were you crying?”
When she had imagined this moment previously that afternoon she hadn’t imagined it like this. She hadn't imagined they would have been almost naked and that she would have somehow stopped hating the Captain. How silly of her thinking it would have been fun to break the woman, even just a little bit. Brenda blushed for her own lack of foresight. “Don’t be mad.”
“Brenda why were you crying?” Slowly the truth sank in. “Brenda!”
“I’m sorry.”
“You faked it. God, you faked it.”
Brenda couldn’t speak, couldn’t even apologize.
“I’m not a perp Brenda, you can’t deceive me just to get a confession!”
“I wasn’t… I didn’t mean…”
“Right, it wasn’t a confession you were looking for.”
“Don’t be so gross now…”
“Me? Gross? Do you have any idea how foolish I feel right now? Did you really need to trample on my self-esteem to get laid?”
“It’s not like that…”
“And how is it?”
“This thing… between us… it was there long before today. I just wanted to know what is was.”
“Well I hope you got your answers ‘cause it’s all you’ll get.”
“You can’t be serious. We can’t go back!”
“I already did Chief. Now get off of me.” Sharon shoved Brenda aside and started dressing up.
“I’m sorry, please I’m so sorry. But if I hadn’t use that stupid trick we wouldn’t have ever gone this far. And it was a cheap trick too. But you fell for it. Did you ask yourself why?”
“Oh Chief the more you talk the easier it is to leave.”
“You wanted to believe it. You wanted all of this as much as I did!”
“The difference is that you got the truth, I got the lies.”
“But…”
“I don’t want to talk about this. Ever. Did I make myself clear?”
“I…”
Sharon turned angrily to her. “Did I make myself clear!”
“Yes.”
“Now put yourself together. You look too much like a whore for this office.”
And with that she was gone.
Brenda stayed on the couch. Defeated. Angry at herself. Why did she have to come clean? Couldn’t she just lie as she always did? She had hurt Sharon, herself, cheated on her husband, destroyed something preciously beautiful.
She looked to the clock on the wall. It took only a couple of hours.
* * *
When Sharon got home she didn’t bother to turn on the desk lamp. She went through the hallway, the living room. Passed by the bathroom and in the kitchen, almost stumbled on a chair opening the fridge. The feeble light burnt her eyes. What she was doing? Why was she staring at the device? She couldn’t recall. Eggs, milk, tomatoes. Wine. That’s it. She wanted a glass of wine. She needed to hold onto normal things. She always had a glass of Merlot after work. And tonight it was not different. She’d drink her poison, take a shower, go to bed. It was just another fucking day in her fucking life. No need to worry. No need to change habits. ‘Cause nothing happened, nothing relevant anyway.
Fritz was watching a documentary on TV. Dinner was on the small table in front of him. “Hi baby, you’re late. There’s something left in the kitchen. Do you want me to heat it up?”
“No thank you, it’s been an awful day, I just want to take a shower and lay down ‘til tomorrow.”
“Why? What happened?”
“Oh honey, nothing relevant.” She mentally kicked herself. Did she really want to screw everything up with him too? But Fritz seemed oblivious and smiled warmly to his wife. “Can I at least have a kiss? I’m not just the housekeeper here, you know?”
“I know honey, of course I know.” Brenda said, leaving him alone in the room.
In the bathroom she locked the door. Then unlocked it. She took off her clothes and checked her skin in front of the mirror, looking for embarrassing marks. Satisfied, Brenda turned on the water. Watching the small clouds of steam she sighed, feeling a lump in her throat. She wasn’t one of those women. She was not and she wouldn’t cry herself out in the shower. But under the hot jet her body ached. Her own touch reminded her of someone else’s hands. And between the shampoo and the conditioner she was forced to face the truth. She was indeed one of those women.
Sharon lay across the bed, the empty glass still in her hand, the power-suit still on. It wasn’t so powerful a few hours ago. It was not so powerful now, all creased and ruined and smelling of sex. She opened her jacket and let her shirt free of the pants. Her skin was so warm and the memories so painful. She stood up and went quickly into the kitchen. She stumbled again on the same chair but didn’t notice. Took off her clothes, all of them, and threw everything in the trashcan. Naked and panting she stayed in the middle of the dark room. Too old, she thought, too old for this, it’s so cold I’ll catch my death. Back in her room she knew she wouldn’t take a shower. Tonight she’d make an exception just to feel her a little longer.