Yahoo Me (2/2) - A Brenda/Sharon fic
A/N: I know I said I was leaving it as is! But I thought this little drabble would tie the tale up nicely.
Yahoo! Me
Andrea paced back and forth in front of her door, waiting impatiently for Sharon to pick her up. She hadn’t ever intended for it to go this far. When she’d agreed to date Sharon, she had thought the captain was kidding. Apparently not - because now she was a nervous wreck, trying to think of how to reject the brunette gently and to apologise to Brenda for stealing her girlfriend. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think she was back in high school.
Sharon stood in her walk-in closet, towel wrapped tightly around her body. What exactly did one wear to a joke-date? She felt arms snake around her waist and a head fall to her shoulder. Brenda.
“You figured out what to wear yet?” She ended her sentence with a kiss to Sharon’s neck. The captain gently moved Brenda’s hands from around her waist and turned to face her girlfriend.
“Do I look dressed, Brenda Leigh?” her trademark smirk belied her anger.
Brenda smiled, rolling her eyes at Sharon. “Alright, smartass. Get some clothes on so we can scare the hell outta Andrea.”
Sharon’s eyes travelled down Brenda’s body, taking in her soft-wash jeans and oversized sweater. Casual clothing it was.
She raised an eyebrow as she slowly dropped her towel, relishing the dilation of her girlfriend’s pupils. Turning around again, she reached for her most comfortable jeans and a button down shirt. As much as she was looking forward to giving Andrea a taste of her own medicine, she was especially excited about the rest of the night she would be spending with Brenda.
Andrea could hear an engine revving down then noticed the unmistakable sound of a car pulling in to her driveway. Her palms sweat uncontrollably - it was now or never. What was she going to do? A sharp rap sounded at the door and she wiped her hands down the front of her jeans. Time to bite the bullet.
“Surprise!” Standing in front of her was Sharon Raydor - complete with girlfriend attached to her arm. She’d been had. Her own trick had been turned on her.
“We bought wine an’ chocolate, Sharon’s gonna make us dinner an’ I chose us a couple’a chick flicks for the night.”
Smiling with relief, the attorney welcomed her friends in to her house. She got the distinct feeling that come next April 1st, she’d be avoiding these two women like the plague.
Yahoo! Me
Andrea paced back and forth in front of her door, waiting impatiently for Sharon to pick her up. She hadn’t ever intended for it to go this far. When she’d agreed to date Sharon, she had thought the captain was kidding. Apparently not - because now she was a nervous wreck, trying to think of how to reject the brunette gently and to apologise to Brenda for stealing her girlfriend. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think she was back in high school.
Sharon stood in her walk-in closet, towel wrapped tightly around her body. What exactly did one wear to a joke-date? She felt arms snake around her waist and a head fall to her shoulder. Brenda.
“You figured out what to wear yet?” She ended her sentence with a kiss to Sharon’s neck. The captain gently moved Brenda’s hands from around her waist and turned to face her girlfriend.
“Do I look dressed, Brenda Leigh?” her trademark smirk belied her anger.
Brenda smiled, rolling her eyes at Sharon. “Alright, smartass. Get some clothes on so we can scare the hell outta Andrea.”
Sharon’s eyes travelled down Brenda’s body, taking in her soft-wash jeans and oversized sweater. Casual clothing it was.
She raised an eyebrow as she slowly dropped her towel, relishing the dilation of her girlfriend’s pupils. Turning around again, she reached for her most comfortable jeans and a button down shirt. As much as she was looking forward to giving Andrea a taste of her own medicine, she was especially excited about the rest of the night she would be spending with Brenda.
Andrea could hear an engine revving down then noticed the unmistakable sound of a car pulling in to her driveway. Her palms sweat uncontrollably - it was now or never. What was she going to do? A sharp rap sounded at the door and she wiped her hands down the front of her jeans. Time to bite the bullet.
“Surprise!” Standing in front of her was Sharon Raydor - complete with girlfriend attached to her arm. She’d been had. Her own trick had been turned on her.
“We bought wine an’ chocolate, Sharon’s gonna make us dinner an’ I chose us a couple’a chick flicks for the night.”
Smiling with relief, the attorney welcomed her friends in to her house. She got the distinct feeling that come next April 1st, she’d be avoiding these two women like the plague.