Brenda/Sharon drabbles 3
A/N: Prompted by the lovely and talented AuthorJazmyne.
Prompt: Must be love
It was in the way Sharon was endeared by Brenda’s misadventures in cooking when they were friends. The way she endured the blonde’s rants after a hard day’s work. How on their first date, she had tentatively held her hand on the way back to the car.
It was in the way she’d cooked dinner for her on their fifth date. The way she’d gently led her to the bedroom and insisted their first time shouldn’t be on the couch. (Or on the kitchen bench, as Brenda had tried to instigate). How in the morning she awoke to find strong arms wrapped around her torso and a warm face nuzzled in to her neck.
It was in the way she’d nursed her when she was sick, never once blanching at the mess Brenda’s stomach was making. The way she’d proudly told her bosses that she needed time off to look after her sick girlfriend. How she’d bravely defend Brenda each and every time someone in the LAPD called her a ‘dyke’ or offered to ‘show her what a real man is like’.
It was in the way Sharon had taken her out to celebrate their two year anniversary. The way she’d held Brenda’s hand and dropped to one knee, reaching in to her pocket for a tiny square box. How she’d cried and pulled her in to a hug when Brenda agreed to marry her.
It was these things Brenda thought about when she was writing her vows. It was these things, she decided, that must be love.
Prompt: Must be love
It was in the way Sharon was endeared by Brenda’s misadventures in cooking when they were friends. The way she endured the blonde’s rants after a hard day’s work. How on their first date, she had tentatively held her hand on the way back to the car.
It was in the way she’d cooked dinner for her on their fifth date. The way she’d gently led her to the bedroom and insisted their first time shouldn’t be on the couch. (Or on the kitchen bench, as Brenda had tried to instigate). How in the morning she awoke to find strong arms wrapped around her torso and a warm face nuzzled in to her neck.
It was in the way she’d nursed her when she was sick, never once blanching at the mess Brenda’s stomach was making. The way she’d proudly told her bosses that she needed time off to look after her sick girlfriend. How she’d bravely defend Brenda each and every time someone in the LAPD called her a ‘dyke’ or offered to ‘show her what a real man is like’.
It was in the way Sharon had taken her out to celebrate their two year anniversary. The way she’d held Brenda’s hand and dropped to one knee, reaching in to her pocket for a tiny square box. How she’d cried and pulled her in to a hug when Brenda agreed to marry her.
It was these things Brenda thought about when she was writing her vows. It was these things, she decided, that must be love.