Drink Me - A Brenda/Sharon drabble
Drink Me
Requested by FrakkingBlerg
An almost imperceptible drop of wine clung delicately to Sharon’s bottom lip. Brenda wanted desperately to lean over her, to run her tongue over the delicate flesh and drink in her essence.
She was sure she could bathe in her presence for the rest of eternity. She wanted to drown in the brunette, to be surrounded by her waters and bathed in her spirit. She wanted to dive in to her depths, to discover what truly made her tick.
Sharon could see the trajectory of Brenda’s eyes, how they travelled from her heel-clad ankles, up to her thighs where her skirt had ridden up, to her cleavage and settled on her lips.
Brenda leaned forward, subconsciously licking at her lip, her eyes briefly setting on the brunette’s before returning to the drop glistening in the corner of her mouth. Her hand tentatively reached out, her index finger extended as she lightly brushed the drop away. Sharon’s eyes fluttered shut briefly, before seeking out Brenda’s. She tucked her lower lip between her teeth, a questioning look directed at the blonde.
Both women answered one another with their actions, leaning forwards and bringing their lips together as they drank each other in.
Requested by FrakkingBlerg
An almost imperceptible drop of wine clung delicately to Sharon’s bottom lip. Brenda wanted desperately to lean over her, to run her tongue over the delicate flesh and drink in her essence.
She was sure she could bathe in her presence for the rest of eternity. She wanted to drown in the brunette, to be surrounded by her waters and bathed in her spirit. She wanted to dive in to her depths, to discover what truly made her tick.
Sharon could see the trajectory of Brenda’s eyes, how they travelled from her heel-clad ankles, up to her thighs where her skirt had ridden up, to her cleavage and settled on her lips.
Brenda leaned forward, subconsciously licking at her lip, her eyes briefly setting on the brunette’s before returning to the drop glistening in the corner of her mouth. Her hand tentatively reached out, her index finger extended as she lightly brushed the drop away. Sharon’s eyes fluttered shut briefly, before seeking out Brenda’s. She tucked her lower lip between her teeth, a questioning look directed at the blonde.
Both women answered one another with their actions, leaning forwards and bringing their lips together as they drank each other in.