3 Drabbletag Fills | The Closer
Title: Breakfast in Bed
Prompt: The Closer: Brenda/Sharon - breakfast in bed
Requested By: madampresident
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Summary: Brenda marvels at Sharon the morning after.
Sharon stirred, her sex-tousled hair fanning out luxuriously. Brenda watched her in awe; Sharon was absolutely stunning.
Stretching out, Sharon’s eyes fluttered open and almost laughed when she saw Brenda, head propped on her hand, gazing at her. “What?”
“Just… how do you wake up like this?”
Sharon waved her off with a smile. “So, what are my chances of breakfast in bed?”
“Mmm… slim to none.” Brenda admitted. “But there’s a little diner not too far that has great waffles.”
Sharon wrapped her arms around Brenda, tugging her close and burying her face in blonde waves. “Five more minutes.”
**
Title: Some Night
Prompt: The Closer: Brenda/Sharon - cheating
Requested By: madampresident
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: They just don’t talk about it.
They didn’t talk about it.
The fact that Brenda was married - and not in an open one like Sharon - was something neither woman wanted to talk about it. Sharon wanted to be with Brenda and she knew that if they talked about it, it would have to end. Brenda just really didn’t want to talk about it.
Brenda cupped Sharon’s cheeks, kissing her long and languidly as they lounged on Sharon’s living room couch together after an evening in.
They’d talk about it at some point, Brenda knew they couldn’t avoid it forever.
But tonight was not that night.
**
Title: Whipped Cream
Prompt: The Closer: Brenda/Sharon - fun with food
Requested By: madampresident
Rating: R
Word Count: 100
Summary: Brenda and Sharon and a can of Whipped Cream
Sharon gasped out a surprised giggle as Brenda tipped the whipped cream can and squirted a generous amount of the cold confection onto Sharon’s bare stomach. Brenda dipped her head and dragged her tongue through the whipped cream.
She grinned as she spurted a dollop onto each of Sharon’s nipples. Sharon moaned as Brenda captured one nipple and then the other, swirling her tongue around the hardened peaks, lapping up her dessert.
Brenda set the can on the bedside table and disappeared between Sharon’s legs, lapping at her wetness, drawing a long, low moan from Sharon. “Mmm,” she hummed. “Delicious.”
Prompt: The Closer: Brenda/Sharon - breakfast in bed
Requested By: madampresident
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Summary: Brenda marvels at Sharon the morning after.
Sharon stirred, her sex-tousled hair fanning out luxuriously. Brenda watched her in awe; Sharon was absolutely stunning.
Stretching out, Sharon’s eyes fluttered open and almost laughed when she saw Brenda, head propped on her hand, gazing at her. “What?”
“Just… how do you wake up like this?”
Sharon waved her off with a smile. “So, what are my chances of breakfast in bed?”
“Mmm… slim to none.” Brenda admitted. “But there’s a little diner not too far that has great waffles.”
Sharon wrapped her arms around Brenda, tugging her close and burying her face in blonde waves. “Five more minutes.”
**
Title: Some Night
Prompt: The Closer: Brenda/Sharon - cheating
Requested By: madampresident
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: They just don’t talk about it.
They didn’t talk about it.
The fact that Brenda was married - and not in an open one like Sharon - was something neither woman wanted to talk about it. Sharon wanted to be with Brenda and she knew that if they talked about it, it would have to end. Brenda just really didn’t want to talk about it.
Brenda cupped Sharon’s cheeks, kissing her long and languidly as they lounged on Sharon’s living room couch together after an evening in.
They’d talk about it at some point, Brenda knew they couldn’t avoid it forever.
But tonight was not that night.
**
Title: Whipped Cream
Prompt: The Closer: Brenda/Sharon - fun with food
Requested By: madampresident
Rating: R
Word Count: 100
Summary: Brenda and Sharon and a can of Whipped Cream
Sharon gasped out a surprised giggle as Brenda tipped the whipped cream can and squirted a generous amount of the cold confection onto Sharon’s bare stomach. Brenda dipped her head and dragged her tongue through the whipped cream.
She grinned as she spurted a dollop onto each of Sharon’s nipples. Sharon moaned as Brenda captured one nipple and then the other, swirling her tongue around the hardened peaks, lapping up her dessert.
Brenda set the can on the bedside table and disappeared between Sharon’s legs, lapping at her wetness, drawing a long, low moan from Sharon. “Mmm,” she hummed. “Delicious.”