Set Fire to the Rain 7/12
Title: Set Fire to the Rain 7/12
Author: smartasswillow
Fandom: The Closer
Rating: M
Pairing: Brenda/Sharon
CHAPTER 7
The case was at a deadlock. They were waiting for the autopsy report and for the CSU to work their magic pointing them in the right direction. The guys were in the murder room with nothing to do but feel frustrated. Brenda was looking at them from her office. She was at a deadlock too. But if she couldn't do anything about the case maybe she could do something for herself.
"Gentlemen, I think we're just wasting precious time to rest. Let's go home, I'll see you all tomorrow at 8."
"But Chief…"
"God Flynn didn't you hear the lady? Go out and get yourself a life!"
Grateful to Provenza, Brenda nodded and went back to her office to collect her things. "Bye bye now!"
Sharon wasn't answering her messages. It was a week now, nine days, not that she was counting. This was one of those times her instinct was telling her that bending the rules was the only way. In the parking lot she called Fritz. As often in the last couple of months it went straight to voice mail. "Hi hon. I'll be late. Guess you'll be late too. Well… see you at home."
She waited in her car 'til she spotted a well-know figure getting into a dark blue BMW. After the car passed her by she switched the engine on and followed it. With her lights off. "Oh for heaven's sake!" Brenda cried at herself, turning them on. This wasn't a tailing in the woods. Why she was so nervous? It'd been a long time since she followed a car, she didn't remember it to be so hard. The woman was a fast driver and Brenda never got really used to L.A.'s frantic traffic.
After twenty minutes of torment the BMW finally parked in a quiet neighbourhood with a few clubs on the main street. So she wasn't going home. A stab of jealousy hit Brenda. She watched Sharon enter "The lion's den". What an awful name. What the hell was Sharon doing there? She took her purse and headed to the club. It was big and dark. The walls and the chairs were covered in a warm red. She found a booth in the corner where she could watch the woman without being noticed. Sharon was sitting at the bar nursing a glass of Merlot. Good idea, Brenda ordered it too. A cop's job sometimes is just waiting for the suspect to make a mistake. Was that what she was doing?
The Captain crossed her legs and brought the wine to her lips. Each tiny movement was calm and calculated as she was completely aware of every inch of her own body, forcing whoever was looking to be aware, too. Brenda would have hate it in every other person, would have thought of it as pretentious and annoying. But Sharon's slowness was nothing more than hot. And the blonde found herself once again hypnotized by the sultry, sensual woman.
A man approached Sharon, brutally snapping Brenda out of her thoughts. She immediately felt sick. Raydor was laughing at some lame joke. She was sure it was lame, the whole situation was lame. The man was tall and a lot younger, even younger than Brenda and with no respect for personal space. Not that the Captain seemed to mind. At all. Ooooh that woman! The man leaned forward and rested a hand on Sharon's knee. Brenda wanted to cut off that sweaty limb. Of course it was sweaty. Who wouldn't be sweaty touching that beautiful perfect knee? She was glad that at least Sharon was wearing pants.
When she had enough and was about to wave the waiter for the bill the man suddenly left. Sharon was alone again. But for how long? How many men would hit on her tonight? Brenda couldn't stay there and watch but it was like passing by a car accident. You know you shouldn't look but you can't help it. Horror was damn powerful. And that was what she was feeling, horror.
She grabbed her glass and drank all the wine up. Maybe it would have been more effective if it were whisky.
Two minutes later the waiter came by and left another glass of Merlot on her table. "I'm sorry, I didn't ask…"
"The dark-haired lady at the bar sent it to you."
"Oh." Oh! "Thank you." Her head fell in her hands. She was so embarrassed.
"This is sexual harassment. And to a FID officer. I could have your badge by tomorrow."
Brenda kept her face covered. "I can give it to you right now. I think I'll stay here 'til I die."
Sharon sat down. "Can I watch?"
"How long did you know I was here?"
"You really can't follow a car. I actually had to slow down a couple of times. I wonder how you passed the academy. Oh, wait. You probably slept your way through there, too."
"Feel free to insult me. I deserve it."
"Too easy. Care to tell me what you want?"
"No."
"Can you at least move your hands? I want to look at you."
"No."
"Come on…" Sharon gently removed Brenda's hands. "Here we go."
The blonde looked into familiar green eyes. "You're not mad."
"I should be, shouldn't I? Yet I can't. It's just too much fun I guess."
"I'm sure. Thanks for the wine."
"My pleasure. I noticed you were quite thirsty."
"I wasn't… It was that stupid guy all over you!"
Sharon stared at her, a smirk forming on her mouth.
"But I wasn't jealous." Brenda added in a hurry.
"You weren't?"
"Of course not. Just worried. He didn't look a decent guy. At all."
"So if he were a decent guy you would have been absolutely ok if, let's say, I would have gone with him to the ally in the back of the club."
Brenda burst out laughing. "Yes, sure."
"What's so hilarious?"
"Just… you know…" The blonde gestured vaguely in the Captain's direction.
"No, I don't."
"God, you can't be serious!"
"Yeah… well… I wasn't." Sharon gave up with a tense smile.
"You see… I know you."
"Yeah, you do."
Brenda could feel she was missing something but decided to change the subject. "So, you come here often?"
"Actually, I don't. I just thought that the name suited the situation."
"I don't understand."
"You, here. I could play the lion."
"I bet you'd be great."
"Why did you followed me Brenda?" All the playfulness gone.
"I… You weren't answering my messages anymore."
"So you thought that forcing my hand would have been a smart move?"
"I wasn't... I'm not forcing your hand."
"Brenda..." Sharon looked away, trying to fight the tears coming suddenly from nowhere.
Brenda slightly touched her face. "You're so beautiful."
"I've already been told that, it's not gonna work."
"Look at me." But Sharon didn't move. "Look at me, baby."
"You have no right to call me that."
"It's true but…"
"But what?" Brenda jumped as soon as jade eyes pinned her. "But what, Brenda? Every time we see each other you try to steal a little piece of me. Every text, every meeting, you try to get some more. The truth is that I don't have much left."
"I guess it's my turn to ask what you want."
"I want you. I wanted you from the moment I laid my eyes on you. But what really matters is what I don't want. I don't want to be played 'cause you're getting bored at home. I don't want to not know where you stand. I don't want to share you and I don't want to be your little secret affair."
"Ok."
"Ok what?"
"I don't want to have an affair. I don't want you to think I'm using you, 'cause I'm not. I'm not using you. What I feel is real and deep and painful. But I can't leave Fritz. I can't be with you holding hands in the street. I can't now, I'm not ready."
Sharon leaned back, opening her mouth to breathe, closing her eyes not to look at the blonde.
Brenda went on. "But please be patient with me. Don't give up on me. Even if you think I don't deserve it. Please stay with me."
Brenda got closer and caressed Sharon face. "Baby?"
Yes, she took that too, the right to call her baby. "What?"
"I'm going to kiss you."
"People will watch, Chief."
"Right now it's just you and me." She closed the distance and her lips were so soft and Brenda had missed them so much, she just wanted to cry. When Sharon kissed her back she tasted wine. She liked that, she wanted more. She deepened the kiss, cupping her face with both hands. She couldn't breathe anymore but couldn't let go. When Sharon pulled off she felt lost. "Let's get out of here." Raydor left a few bills on the table and took her hand leading her outside.
"Where's your car?"
Brenda nodded to the grey Ford on the other side of the street. "You can leave it there." Sharon started to walk still holding her hand. "Where are we going?"
Sharon stopped abruptly and turned back. "Are you going to say no tonight?"
"What?"
"Are you going to say no tonight?" Sharon repeated with more intention.
"No." Brenda whispered.
"Ok, then come with me."
The walk was silent. Sharon's pace was too quick for Brenda but she didn't ask to slow down.
The Captain stopped five minutes later in front of a one level house. It was too dark to guess the colour, maybe white or a pale yellow.
"Is this…"
"Shhh, I don't want to talk anymore." Sharon found the keys and turned the lock. Once both were inside, the older woman leaned on the door. She was breathing quickly and waited a few moments before letting her bag fall. She slowly took off her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt that soon followed the purse on the floor. Brenda couldn't move, her eyes on her lover's body. Sharon reached out and gently caressed her cleavage. Then grabbed her by the clothes and pulled her closer to kiss her. Brenda almost lost her balance. The kiss wasn't sweet, it was rough and passionate. Sharon held her tight and turned them, pushing Brenda against the door. With her thigh she spread the blonde's legs and Brenda moaned huskily. Sharon helped her to get rid of the sweater and feeling Brenda's skin against hers diverted her attention from her task. A desire to just hold her, feel her like she was hers, like they could somehow melt together, slipped inside her mind. But she was quick to recover and started kissing every inch of that skin, biting every secret place.
She fell on her knees and undressed Brenda completely. She looked up. Brenda was glowing in the dark; her blonde locks framed her gorgeous features. A wide smile was there, her smile for Sharon. She stood up, never breaking eye contact. "You are so beautiful. I want to make love to you." Brenda kissed her again, kissed away all the bad things, all the bad thoughts. And suddenly everything was clean and pure.
Sharon's hand was on her chest, slowly going down. When she felt soft curls she pulled off the kiss to look her in the eyes. To see her lover welcome her touch. "Please." Brenda murmured.
"Please what?"
"I want you inside me."
When Sharon finally contented her lover, Brenda's head bent hard back on the door. She pulled up her legs and closed them around Sharon's waist. "I love you. I love you." Brenda couldn't stop herself; those words kept falling from her mouth. And this time was different from the first. This time wasn't about here and now anymore. And this time Sharon believed her. They had changed.
The world hadn't. But maybe in the future…
Brenda came, crying between her arms. Her legs so weak, Sharon had to hold her for a while, kissing her tenderly.
When she felt her strength coming back Brenda said. "Don't you have a bedroom?"
"Yes, yes I do." Sharon smiled.
"And what's wrong with it?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"Then what are we waiting for?"
"You just had to ask."
"Oh boy! And why did you break my poor back against the door?"
"Just trying to be romantic, Chief."
"To be honest Captain, you managed that quite well."
Author: smartasswillow
Fandom: The Closer
Rating: M
Pairing: Brenda/Sharon
CHAPTER 7
The case was at a deadlock. They were waiting for the autopsy report and for the CSU to work their magic pointing them in the right direction. The guys were in the murder room with nothing to do but feel frustrated. Brenda was looking at them from her office. She was at a deadlock too. But if she couldn't do anything about the case maybe she could do something for herself.
"Gentlemen, I think we're just wasting precious time to rest. Let's go home, I'll see you all tomorrow at 8."
"But Chief…"
"God Flynn didn't you hear the lady? Go out and get yourself a life!"
Grateful to Provenza, Brenda nodded and went back to her office to collect her things. "Bye bye now!"
Sharon wasn't answering her messages. It was a week now, nine days, not that she was counting. This was one of those times her instinct was telling her that bending the rules was the only way. In the parking lot she called Fritz. As often in the last couple of months it went straight to voice mail. "Hi hon. I'll be late. Guess you'll be late too. Well… see you at home."
She waited in her car 'til she spotted a well-know figure getting into a dark blue BMW. After the car passed her by she switched the engine on and followed it. With her lights off. "Oh for heaven's sake!" Brenda cried at herself, turning them on. This wasn't a tailing in the woods. Why she was so nervous? It'd been a long time since she followed a car, she didn't remember it to be so hard. The woman was a fast driver and Brenda never got really used to L.A.'s frantic traffic.
After twenty minutes of torment the BMW finally parked in a quiet neighbourhood with a few clubs on the main street. So she wasn't going home. A stab of jealousy hit Brenda. She watched Sharon enter "The lion's den". What an awful name. What the hell was Sharon doing there? She took her purse and headed to the club. It was big and dark. The walls and the chairs were covered in a warm red. She found a booth in the corner where she could watch the woman without being noticed. Sharon was sitting at the bar nursing a glass of Merlot. Good idea, Brenda ordered it too. A cop's job sometimes is just waiting for the suspect to make a mistake. Was that what she was doing?
The Captain crossed her legs and brought the wine to her lips. Each tiny movement was calm and calculated as she was completely aware of every inch of her own body, forcing whoever was looking to be aware, too. Brenda would have hate it in every other person, would have thought of it as pretentious and annoying. But Sharon's slowness was nothing more than hot. And the blonde found herself once again hypnotized by the sultry, sensual woman.
A man approached Sharon, brutally snapping Brenda out of her thoughts. She immediately felt sick. Raydor was laughing at some lame joke. She was sure it was lame, the whole situation was lame. The man was tall and a lot younger, even younger than Brenda and with no respect for personal space. Not that the Captain seemed to mind. At all. Ooooh that woman! The man leaned forward and rested a hand on Sharon's knee. Brenda wanted to cut off that sweaty limb. Of course it was sweaty. Who wouldn't be sweaty touching that beautiful perfect knee? She was glad that at least Sharon was wearing pants.
When she had enough and was about to wave the waiter for the bill the man suddenly left. Sharon was alone again. But for how long? How many men would hit on her tonight? Brenda couldn't stay there and watch but it was like passing by a car accident. You know you shouldn't look but you can't help it. Horror was damn powerful. And that was what she was feeling, horror.
She grabbed her glass and drank all the wine up. Maybe it would have been more effective if it were whisky.
Two minutes later the waiter came by and left another glass of Merlot on her table. "I'm sorry, I didn't ask…"
"The dark-haired lady at the bar sent it to you."
"Oh." Oh! "Thank you." Her head fell in her hands. She was so embarrassed.
"This is sexual harassment. And to a FID officer. I could have your badge by tomorrow."
Brenda kept her face covered. "I can give it to you right now. I think I'll stay here 'til I die."
Sharon sat down. "Can I watch?"
"How long did you know I was here?"
"You really can't follow a car. I actually had to slow down a couple of times. I wonder how you passed the academy. Oh, wait. You probably slept your way through there, too."
"Feel free to insult me. I deserve it."
"Too easy. Care to tell me what you want?"
"No."
"Can you at least move your hands? I want to look at you."
"No."
"Come on…" Sharon gently removed Brenda's hands. "Here we go."
The blonde looked into familiar green eyes. "You're not mad."
"I should be, shouldn't I? Yet I can't. It's just too much fun I guess."
"I'm sure. Thanks for the wine."
"My pleasure. I noticed you were quite thirsty."
"I wasn't… It was that stupid guy all over you!"
Sharon stared at her, a smirk forming on her mouth.
"But I wasn't jealous." Brenda added in a hurry.
"You weren't?"
"Of course not. Just worried. He didn't look a decent guy. At all."
"So if he were a decent guy you would have been absolutely ok if, let's say, I would have gone with him to the ally in the back of the club."
Brenda burst out laughing. "Yes, sure."
"What's so hilarious?"
"Just… you know…" The blonde gestured vaguely in the Captain's direction.
"No, I don't."
"God, you can't be serious!"
"Yeah… well… I wasn't." Sharon gave up with a tense smile.
"You see… I know you."
"Yeah, you do."
Brenda could feel she was missing something but decided to change the subject. "So, you come here often?"
"Actually, I don't. I just thought that the name suited the situation."
"I don't understand."
"You, here. I could play the lion."
"I bet you'd be great."
"Why did you followed me Brenda?" All the playfulness gone.
"I… You weren't answering my messages anymore."
"So you thought that forcing my hand would have been a smart move?"
"I wasn't... I'm not forcing your hand."
"Brenda..." Sharon looked away, trying to fight the tears coming suddenly from nowhere.
Brenda slightly touched her face. "You're so beautiful."
"I've already been told that, it's not gonna work."
"Look at me." But Sharon didn't move. "Look at me, baby."
"You have no right to call me that."
"It's true but…"
"But what?" Brenda jumped as soon as jade eyes pinned her. "But what, Brenda? Every time we see each other you try to steal a little piece of me. Every text, every meeting, you try to get some more. The truth is that I don't have much left."
"I guess it's my turn to ask what you want."
"I want you. I wanted you from the moment I laid my eyes on you. But what really matters is what I don't want. I don't want to be played 'cause you're getting bored at home. I don't want to not know where you stand. I don't want to share you and I don't want to be your little secret affair."
"Ok."
"Ok what?"
"I don't want to have an affair. I don't want you to think I'm using you, 'cause I'm not. I'm not using you. What I feel is real and deep and painful. But I can't leave Fritz. I can't be with you holding hands in the street. I can't now, I'm not ready."
Sharon leaned back, opening her mouth to breathe, closing her eyes not to look at the blonde.
Brenda went on. "But please be patient with me. Don't give up on me. Even if you think I don't deserve it. Please stay with me."
Brenda got closer and caressed Sharon face. "Baby?"
Yes, she took that too, the right to call her baby. "What?"
"I'm going to kiss you."
"People will watch, Chief."
"Right now it's just you and me." She closed the distance and her lips were so soft and Brenda had missed them so much, she just wanted to cry. When Sharon kissed her back she tasted wine. She liked that, she wanted more. She deepened the kiss, cupping her face with both hands. She couldn't breathe anymore but couldn't let go. When Sharon pulled off she felt lost. "Let's get out of here." Raydor left a few bills on the table and took her hand leading her outside.
"Where's your car?"
Brenda nodded to the grey Ford on the other side of the street. "You can leave it there." Sharon started to walk still holding her hand. "Where are we going?"
Sharon stopped abruptly and turned back. "Are you going to say no tonight?"
"What?"
"Are you going to say no tonight?" Sharon repeated with more intention.
"No." Brenda whispered.
"Ok, then come with me."
The walk was silent. Sharon's pace was too quick for Brenda but she didn't ask to slow down.
The Captain stopped five minutes later in front of a one level house. It was too dark to guess the colour, maybe white or a pale yellow.
"Is this…"
"Shhh, I don't want to talk anymore." Sharon found the keys and turned the lock. Once both were inside, the older woman leaned on the door. She was breathing quickly and waited a few moments before letting her bag fall. She slowly took off her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt that soon followed the purse on the floor. Brenda couldn't move, her eyes on her lover's body. Sharon reached out and gently caressed her cleavage. Then grabbed her by the clothes and pulled her closer to kiss her. Brenda almost lost her balance. The kiss wasn't sweet, it was rough and passionate. Sharon held her tight and turned them, pushing Brenda against the door. With her thigh she spread the blonde's legs and Brenda moaned huskily. Sharon helped her to get rid of the sweater and feeling Brenda's skin against hers diverted her attention from her task. A desire to just hold her, feel her like she was hers, like they could somehow melt together, slipped inside her mind. But she was quick to recover and started kissing every inch of that skin, biting every secret place.
She fell on her knees and undressed Brenda completely. She looked up. Brenda was glowing in the dark; her blonde locks framed her gorgeous features. A wide smile was there, her smile for Sharon. She stood up, never breaking eye contact. "You are so beautiful. I want to make love to you." Brenda kissed her again, kissed away all the bad things, all the bad thoughts. And suddenly everything was clean and pure.
Sharon's hand was on her chest, slowly going down. When she felt soft curls she pulled off the kiss to look her in the eyes. To see her lover welcome her touch. "Please." Brenda murmured.
"Please what?"
"I want you inside me."
When Sharon finally contented her lover, Brenda's head bent hard back on the door. She pulled up her legs and closed them around Sharon's waist. "I love you. I love you." Brenda couldn't stop herself; those words kept falling from her mouth. And this time was different from the first. This time wasn't about here and now anymore. And this time Sharon believed her. They had changed.
The world hadn't. But maybe in the future…
Brenda came, crying between her arms. Her legs so weak, Sharon had to hold her for a while, kissing her tenderly.
When she felt her strength coming back Brenda said. "Don't you have a bedroom?"
"Yes, yes I do." Sharon smiled.
"And what's wrong with it?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"Then what are we waiting for?"
"You just had to ask."
"Oh boy! And why did you break my poor back against the door?"
"Just trying to be romantic, Chief."
"To be honest Captain, you managed that quite well."