"Losing the Battle, Surrendering the War" Brenda/Sharon drabble
Title: Losing the Battle, Surrendering the War
Rating: T for kissage!
Disclaimer: This is fan fic - therefore I own nothing and never will :(
A/N: A huge *hug* to abfabambrosia for being my beta. This was a response to tayryn 's prompt: 'soft'
The first time Sharon kissed her, Brenda was completely blown away.
She expected that Sharon would attack her body similar to the way she attacks her authority at work. Brenda expected harsh, demanding, unforgiving assaults on her mouth by those perfectly lined lips and sharp tongue. Brenda is shocked (pleasantly so, though she’ll never admit this) to discover that Sharon’s kisses are languid, tender, and impossibly soft.
Sharon kissed her smugly, as if the battle for control had already been won between them. As her soft (yet no less perfectly lined) lips and hot (yet no less sharp) tongue laid claim to their victory, Brenda could do little more than whimper.
Her knees gave out in time with the slow, deliberate, nip of her bottom lip.
“I want you..”
Her mind lost the capacity to form rational thought as soon as Sharon’s hands gently cuped her face.
Butterflies hatched and violently fluttered in her abdomen as Sharon’s tongue lazily deepened its penetration.
“Brenda...”
As Sharon moaned into her mouth, Brenda conceded that she had lost the war.
Rating: T for kissage!
Disclaimer: This is fan fic - therefore I own nothing and never will :(
A/N: A huge *hug* to abfabambrosia for being my beta. This was a response to tayryn 's prompt: 'soft'
The first time Sharon kissed her, Brenda was completely blown away.
She expected that Sharon would attack her body similar to the way she attacks her authority at work. Brenda expected harsh, demanding, unforgiving assaults on her mouth by those perfectly lined lips and sharp tongue. Brenda is shocked (pleasantly so, though she’ll never admit this) to discover that Sharon’s kisses are languid, tender, and impossibly soft.
Sharon kissed her smugly, as if the battle for control had already been won between them. As her soft (yet no less perfectly lined) lips and hot (yet no less sharp) tongue laid claim to their victory, Brenda could do little more than whimper.
Her knees gave out in time with the slow, deliberate, nip of her bottom lip.
“I want you..”
Her mind lost the capacity to form rational thought as soon as Sharon’s hands gently cuped her face.
Butterflies hatched and violently fluttered in her abdomen as Sharon’s tongue lazily deepened its penetration.
“Brenda...”
As Sharon moaned into her mouth, Brenda conceded that she had lost the war.