Brenda/Sharon drabbles
Brenda/Sharon: dessert
Brenda scoured the frozens aisle, trying desperately to decide on what to have for dessert. Why she’d invited Sharon around for dinner she’d never know - she couldn’t even cook! She desperately hoped that Sharon wouldn’t catch on that everything she served was store-bought.
When Sharon arrived at Brenda’s house, the blonde was relieved. Standing on her front porch was the impeccably-dressed captain - complete with a large food-filled container and what looked like home-made pie.
“When you invited me around for a home-cooked meal, I assumed you wanted me to cook,” she said, as she took in Brenda’s food-covered apron and the burning smell she could sense coming from the kitchen, “lucky for you, isn’t it?” she smirked.
Brenda bit her bottom lip, her eyes gleeful at the sight of real food. She allowed Sharon in to her home, taking the dishes from her and placing them on the bench.
Brenda swiped the last piece of pie with her finger, bringing the digit to her mouth and sucking gently. Sharon was mesmerised. She couldn’t get enough of the fullness of Brenda’s lips, the gentle moans she made at the taste of food.
“What’s wrong, Sharon? You’re awfully quiet.” Brenda raised an eyebrow, daring Sharon to speak the truth.
“I. Ah. I just. This was really nice, Brenda.” There was no hiding the way her eyes quickly snapped up from Brenda’s mouth to her eyes.
Brenda smirked, leaned forward and captured the brunette’s mouth with her own.
“I’m sure there’s time for a second dessert,” she said.
Brenda/Sharon: Eye sex
Andy could see it in the air, thickly surrounding them. Lust. Brenda was mesmerised, her eyes fixed on Sharon’s form through the mirror, travelling the length of it and settling on her lips.
Captain Raydor was interrogating a suspect, poorly, if he was being honest.
“Is that ‘eat me’ as in I want to talk? Or ‘eat me’ as in I’m unwilling to cooperate?”
Andy stood beside his boss, realisation dawning over him. This is what it was all about. All the cattiness and the fighting - the chief wanted the captain. And, if he wasn’t mistaken, the feeling was mutual. He made a note to be on the lookout for more eye sex next time the two got together. Anything to fuel his fantasies.
Brenda/Sharon: Laughter
Sharon’s laughter was like music to Brenda’s ears. The cadence, the tone, the texture - it all rang deep in Brenda’s soul, stitching itself to her heart. She loved moments like this. Moments like this where the two of them stayed home and talked, nestled on the couch and laughing about one thing or another. She pressed her lips to Sharon’s neck, a light gesture of affection.
“I love your laugh, Shar.”
Sharon smiled wistfully, and continued to drag her hand through Brenda’s locks.
“That’s good, because I love yours too. And your smile. Your eyes. I love you, Brenda Leigh.”
Brenda’s head shot up, it was their first ‘I love you’. She smiled broadly, clasped Sharon’s head in her hands and brought her lips to Sharon’s. When they parted, she returned the sentiment.
Brenda scoured the frozens aisle, trying desperately to decide on what to have for dessert. Why she’d invited Sharon around for dinner she’d never know - she couldn’t even cook! She desperately hoped that Sharon wouldn’t catch on that everything she served was store-bought.
When Sharon arrived at Brenda’s house, the blonde was relieved. Standing on her front porch was the impeccably-dressed captain - complete with a large food-filled container and what looked like home-made pie.
“When you invited me around for a home-cooked meal, I assumed you wanted me to cook,” she said, as she took in Brenda’s food-covered apron and the burning smell she could sense coming from the kitchen, “lucky for you, isn’t it?” she smirked.
Brenda bit her bottom lip, her eyes gleeful at the sight of real food. She allowed Sharon in to her home, taking the dishes from her and placing them on the bench.
Brenda swiped the last piece of pie with her finger, bringing the digit to her mouth and sucking gently. Sharon was mesmerised. She couldn’t get enough of the fullness of Brenda’s lips, the gentle moans she made at the taste of food.
“What’s wrong, Sharon? You’re awfully quiet.” Brenda raised an eyebrow, daring Sharon to speak the truth.
“I. Ah. I just. This was really nice, Brenda.” There was no hiding the way her eyes quickly snapped up from Brenda’s mouth to her eyes.
Brenda smirked, leaned forward and captured the brunette’s mouth with her own.
“I’m sure there’s time for a second dessert,” she said.
Brenda/Sharon: Eye sex
Andy could see it in the air, thickly surrounding them. Lust. Brenda was mesmerised, her eyes fixed on Sharon’s form through the mirror, travelling the length of it and settling on her lips.
Captain Raydor was interrogating a suspect, poorly, if he was being honest.
“Is that ‘eat me’ as in I want to talk? Or ‘eat me’ as in I’m unwilling to cooperate?”
Andy stood beside his boss, realisation dawning over him. This is what it was all about. All the cattiness and the fighting - the chief wanted the captain. And, if he wasn’t mistaken, the feeling was mutual. He made a note to be on the lookout for more eye sex next time the two got together. Anything to fuel his fantasies.
Brenda/Sharon: Laughter
Sharon’s laughter was like music to Brenda’s ears. The cadence, the tone, the texture - it all rang deep in Brenda’s soul, stitching itself to her heart. She loved moments like this. Moments like this where the two of them stayed home and talked, nestled on the couch and laughing about one thing or another. She pressed her lips to Sharon’s neck, a light gesture of affection.
“I love your laugh, Shar.”
Sharon smiled wistfully, and continued to drag her hand through Brenda’s locks.
“That’s good, because I love yours too. And your smile. Your eyes. I love you, Brenda Leigh.”
Brenda’s head shot up, it was their first ‘I love you’. She smiled broadly, clasped Sharon’s head in her hands and brought her lips to Sharon’s. When they parted, she returned the sentiment.