Dysfunctional Liaisons 1/5
Title: Dysfunctional Liaisons
Pairing: Andy/Brenda, Brenda/Sharon, Andy/Sharon, Andy/Brenda/Sharon
Fandom: The Closer
Rating: M/NC-17
Word Count: 7,157
Summary: A sequel to Temporary Insanity where things get complicated until eventually they come together before falling apart.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: It's not strictly necessary to have read the other fic, but it is mentioned quite a few times in this one.
A/N 2: I'm posting the story divided into parts, each part with it's own pairing. So if any of the pairings offend you, don't read them, but it is one story as whole, so you might miss something.
[ Andy/Brenda ][ Brenda/Sharon ][ Andy/Sharon ][ Sharon/Brenda/Andy ][ Sharon/Andy ]
She was angry. Andy could see it in the tension of her shoulders and the way she clenched her jaw every so often, as if to stop herself from saying something that would get her into trouble. They had both thought the transparency audit was over, especially after the untimely death of chief Delk. To say that they had been surprised to find Sharon Raydor in the murder room again today was an understatement.
The captain hadn’t appeared anymore pleased to be there again than Brenda had been to once again have her questioning her conduct. As rationalizing as Brenda could be about crimes and murderers, she could be completely unreasonable when it concerned herself. Andy had seen the glares Brenda had shot towards Raydor, how she purposely made it difficult for the woman to do her job.
He didn’t like Raydor, never had, not even after what had perspired a few months ago. She was undeniably beautiful and it felt amazing to be inside her, her legs wrapped around his hips, but Andy still couldn’t say that he liked her. But today he had seen in her eyes that if it was up to Raydor she would not be there. There had been honest regret written on her face. She did not want to do this Brenda, but the blonde had been blind to it, choosing only to see the worst of everybody.
Andy waited until everyone, including Raydor had left before he entered Brenda’s office. She was standing by the window, looking down at the street, arms crossed in front of her chest. He didn’t even need to see her face to know that she was frowning. He came to stand behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist as he held up a ding dong in front of her face with his free hand. He smiled into her hair when she took it with a huff.
What had started out as a quick, angry fuck in her office one day had turned into an affair that had been going on for years where it wasn’t just about sex anymore. They didn’t love each other. It was more of a mutual trust. They were there for each other when they needed to be. Andy didn’t know if Fritz was aware of his relationship with his wife. And neither did he want to know. He liked what they had and he didn’t want it to change.
“I can’t believe her,” Brenda grumbled before she took a bite of the ding dong. Andy pushed her hair over one shoulder and kissed her neck. “She wants to question my methods and drag everyone into her investigation. And to think that I almost trusted that woman.”
“You need to cut Raydor some slack,” he said softly, kissing where her neck met her shoulder as his fingers sought out the buttons of her pink cardigan. There were three ways to make Brenda happy. Chocolate, wine and sex. He had done the chocolate, he didn’t have wine, but he could give her sex.
“Christ, Andy, you have sex with her once and immediately you’re on her side,” she interjected, turning in his arms to fix him with a pointed look, the leftover ding dong lying forgotten on the windowsill. But that didn’t stop him from opening the rest of the buttons and pushing the fuchsia fabric off of her shoulders. Brenda didn’t fight him when she got rid of the cardigan and threw it on the desk behind him.
“That’s what I’m trying to say. I think she is on your side. She doesn’t want to do this. And it was your idea to involve her in our relationship.” He could still remembered how surprised he had been when she had brought up Raydor in post-coital bliss and revealed that she had thought about the three of them together, much like he had.
“I don’t recall you objecting,” she teased as she loosened his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons from his shirt before she softly bit his throat and soothed the mark with her tongue.
“A threesome with two beautiful women? No sane man would say no to that,” he replied. Brenda wrapped her arms around his neck, a mischievous smile on her lips. He grinned before he leaned down to kiss her. He always loved the way she kissed, her lips so responsive, her tongue as skilled as it was in it interrogation was even better when it met his.
“Mm, so you enjoyed it then,” she said when she pulled back and finished unbuttoning his shirt. Her soft hands caressed his chest and wandered over his stomach as he shrugged out of his blazer and shirt. He could still recall how the captain had looked naked, how she had looked and felt. How beautiful the image had been that she had created with Brenda.
“I think it’s safe to say that I did.” His fingers found the zipper of her dress and he lowered it until he could part the fabric and let his fingers touch the skin of her back, tracing her spine until he met the barrier that was her bra. With a quick flick of his wrist he snapped it open. Brenda chuckled and kissed his chest, her tongue flicking out against his nipple.
“Maybe we should do it again some time,” she suggested, ridding herself of her dress and bra in one fluid movement. She smiled at his shocked expression. “I’ve seen the way you still look at her, the way she still looks at you and me.”
“She would never be up for it again,” he said. He felt as if he was caught cheating. He had been looking at Raydor, wanting to feel her body again, to feel her come undone again in his arms. But they had been just thoughts. He would never act on his desires. He already had Brenda, part of her anyway and that part was enough. The thing with Raydor had been a one-time thing, something they had both wanted. Once was enough.
“You said that the first time and look how eager she had been.” Brenda grinned at him as she unbuckled his belt and pulled the supple leather through its hoops before her fingers went to the button of his pants. “She hides it well, but she still wants us.”
“Can we stop talking about Raydor?” he groaned when her hand slipped under the waistband of his pants, stroking his erection.
“Of course. Some things are better left a fantasy anyway.” She retreated her hand and shimmied out of her panties while he got rid of his boxers. She smirked at him, completely unashamed of her nudity and he saw no reason why she should be. Brenda was still absolutely breathtaking. No matter how many times he had laid eyes on her body, it never failed to amaze him with its beauty.
Brenda hopped up on the desk, spreading her legs invitingly. Andy stepped between them, cupping her jaw to tilt her head up and capture her lips in a searing kiss, tongues brushing against one another. She wound her arms around his neck, dragging her fingers through his hair as her thighs pressed against his hips.
Andy brought his hands up to palm her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. He loved her breasts, the way they perfectly fit into his hands, how sensitive they were to his touch. She moaned into the kiss, wrapping her legs around his hips and urging him forward, her heels digging into the back of his legs.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed, breaking the kiss when he entered her. Andy would never tire of this feeling of being inside her, feeling her surround him, hot and wet. If ever he had any doubts about their affair all he needed was to touch her, to feel her like this and those doubts would disappear. He could never give this up.
He set a slow rhythm, sliding in and out of her at an unhurried pace, groaning every time he pushed into her. The soft sound of her whimper reached his ear and he looked at her, the flush that adorned her cheeks. Brenda must have felt him watching, because she opened her eyes and smiled at him as she trailed her hands down his back.
“See something you like?” she asked, lightly dragging her nails over the small of his back. He jerked his hips and she gave him a sly grin as she quirked an eyebrow. He couldn’t help but return her grin as he gave her a quick kiss.
“Always.”
Part 2: Brenda/Sharon
Pairing: Andy/Brenda, Brenda/Sharon, Andy/Sharon, Andy/Brenda/Sharon
Fandom: The Closer
Rating: M/NC-17
Word Count: 7,157
Summary: A sequel to Temporary Insanity where things get complicated until eventually they come together before falling apart.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: It's not strictly necessary to have read the other fic, but it is mentioned quite a few times in this one.
A/N 2: I'm posting the story divided into parts, each part with it's own pairing. So if any of the pairings offend you, don't read them, but it is one story as whole, so you might miss something.
[ Andy/Brenda ][ Brenda/Sharon ][ Andy/Sharon ][ Sharon/Brenda/Andy ][ Sharon/Andy ]
She was angry. Andy could see it in the tension of her shoulders and the way she clenched her jaw every so often, as if to stop herself from saying something that would get her into trouble. They had both thought the transparency audit was over, especially after the untimely death of chief Delk. To say that they had been surprised to find Sharon Raydor in the murder room again today was an understatement.
The captain hadn’t appeared anymore pleased to be there again than Brenda had been to once again have her questioning her conduct. As rationalizing as Brenda could be about crimes and murderers, she could be completely unreasonable when it concerned herself. Andy had seen the glares Brenda had shot towards Raydor, how she purposely made it difficult for the woman to do her job.
He didn’t like Raydor, never had, not even after what had perspired a few months ago. She was undeniably beautiful and it felt amazing to be inside her, her legs wrapped around his hips, but Andy still couldn’t say that he liked her. But today he had seen in her eyes that if it was up to Raydor she would not be there. There had been honest regret written on her face. She did not want to do this Brenda, but the blonde had been blind to it, choosing only to see the worst of everybody.
Andy waited until everyone, including Raydor had left before he entered Brenda’s office. She was standing by the window, looking down at the street, arms crossed in front of her chest. He didn’t even need to see her face to know that she was frowning. He came to stand behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist as he held up a ding dong in front of her face with his free hand. He smiled into her hair when she took it with a huff.
What had started out as a quick, angry fuck in her office one day had turned into an affair that had been going on for years where it wasn’t just about sex anymore. They didn’t love each other. It was more of a mutual trust. They were there for each other when they needed to be. Andy didn’t know if Fritz was aware of his relationship with his wife. And neither did he want to know. He liked what they had and he didn’t want it to change.
“I can’t believe her,” Brenda grumbled before she took a bite of the ding dong. Andy pushed her hair over one shoulder and kissed her neck. “She wants to question my methods and drag everyone into her investigation. And to think that I almost trusted that woman.”
“You need to cut Raydor some slack,” he said softly, kissing where her neck met her shoulder as his fingers sought out the buttons of her pink cardigan. There were three ways to make Brenda happy. Chocolate, wine and sex. He had done the chocolate, he didn’t have wine, but he could give her sex.
“Christ, Andy, you have sex with her once and immediately you’re on her side,” she interjected, turning in his arms to fix him with a pointed look, the leftover ding dong lying forgotten on the windowsill. But that didn’t stop him from opening the rest of the buttons and pushing the fuchsia fabric off of her shoulders. Brenda didn’t fight him when she got rid of the cardigan and threw it on the desk behind him.
“That’s what I’m trying to say. I think she is on your side. She doesn’t want to do this. And it was your idea to involve her in our relationship.” He could still remembered how surprised he had been when she had brought up Raydor in post-coital bliss and revealed that she had thought about the three of them together, much like he had.
“I don’t recall you objecting,” she teased as she loosened his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons from his shirt before she softly bit his throat and soothed the mark with her tongue.
“A threesome with two beautiful women? No sane man would say no to that,” he replied. Brenda wrapped her arms around his neck, a mischievous smile on her lips. He grinned before he leaned down to kiss her. He always loved the way she kissed, her lips so responsive, her tongue as skilled as it was in it interrogation was even better when it met his.
“Mm, so you enjoyed it then,” she said when she pulled back and finished unbuttoning his shirt. Her soft hands caressed his chest and wandered over his stomach as he shrugged out of his blazer and shirt. He could still recall how the captain had looked naked, how she had looked and felt. How beautiful the image had been that she had created with Brenda.
“I think it’s safe to say that I did.” His fingers found the zipper of her dress and he lowered it until he could part the fabric and let his fingers touch the skin of her back, tracing her spine until he met the barrier that was her bra. With a quick flick of his wrist he snapped it open. Brenda chuckled and kissed his chest, her tongue flicking out against his nipple.
“Maybe we should do it again some time,” she suggested, ridding herself of her dress and bra in one fluid movement. She smiled at his shocked expression. “I’ve seen the way you still look at her, the way she still looks at you and me.”
“She would never be up for it again,” he said. He felt as if he was caught cheating. He had been looking at Raydor, wanting to feel her body again, to feel her come undone again in his arms. But they had been just thoughts. He would never act on his desires. He already had Brenda, part of her anyway and that part was enough. The thing with Raydor had been a one-time thing, something they had both wanted. Once was enough.
“You said that the first time and look how eager she had been.” Brenda grinned at him as she unbuckled his belt and pulled the supple leather through its hoops before her fingers went to the button of his pants. “She hides it well, but she still wants us.”
“Can we stop talking about Raydor?” he groaned when her hand slipped under the waistband of his pants, stroking his erection.
“Of course. Some things are better left a fantasy anyway.” She retreated her hand and shimmied out of her panties while he got rid of his boxers. She smirked at him, completely unashamed of her nudity and he saw no reason why she should be. Brenda was still absolutely breathtaking. No matter how many times he had laid eyes on her body, it never failed to amaze him with its beauty.
Brenda hopped up on the desk, spreading her legs invitingly. Andy stepped between them, cupping her jaw to tilt her head up and capture her lips in a searing kiss, tongues brushing against one another. She wound her arms around his neck, dragging her fingers through his hair as her thighs pressed against his hips.
Andy brought his hands up to palm her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. He loved her breasts, the way they perfectly fit into his hands, how sensitive they were to his touch. She moaned into the kiss, wrapping her legs around his hips and urging him forward, her heels digging into the back of his legs.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed, breaking the kiss when he entered her. Andy would never tire of this feeling of being inside her, feeling her surround him, hot and wet. If ever he had any doubts about their affair all he needed was to touch her, to feel her like this and those doubts would disappear. He could never give this up.
He set a slow rhythm, sliding in and out of her at an unhurried pace, groaning every time he pushed into her. The soft sound of her whimper reached his ear and he looked at her, the flush that adorned her cheeks. Brenda must have felt him watching, because she opened her eyes and smiled at him as she trailed her hands down his back.
“See something you like?” she asked, lightly dragging her nails over the small of his back. He jerked his hips and she gave him a sly grin as she quirked an eyebrow. He couldn’t help but return her grin as he gave her a quick kiss.
“Always.”
Part 2: Brenda/Sharon