Brenda/Sharon (1)

Bonding In the Woods

"This is goin' to be horrible," Brenda Leigh Johnson complained as she shoved a pair of sweats into her bag. "Whose great idea was it to send a bunch of adults campin' in the middle of the summer?"

There was no responses to anything she was saying aloud. There hadn't been any response to anything she said aloud in her house for the last five months. But she told herself that she didn't need Fritz there for her. Despite what people may think, Brenda was more than capable of living on her own. Of course that meant there were more clothes lying around, and sometimes the dishes sat for a little longer than they should, and when work started piling up, so did the clutter around the house. But she was managing just fine in her opinion.

Brenda couldn't even remember the last time she went into the woods for anything other than work. She wasn't looking forward to the weekend she would be spending with her division and the Force Investigation Division. She finished packing her bag and then went into the kitchen to get herself a glass of wine. She wasn't driving, so she allowed herself a quick, small glass before Andy Flynn and Provenza would be there to pick her up. She wasn't sure even a glass of Merlot would get her through the weekend.

Sharon Raydor looked up into the bright sky, squinting. Everyone else was arriving and starting to set up their tents. She'd already finished and was watching those around her from both her own division and the Deputy Chief's. Chief Will Pope wanted the two divisions to come together and fix their working relationship. As Sharon Raydor put her bag down inside the tent she was sharing with Brenda Leigh Johnson – they were pairing off with someone from the other division to further the bonding – she wondered what kind of idiot actually thought sticking people in the woods was going to make them work together better.

Sharon loved the woods. It was having to spend her time there with a group of people that wasn't appealing to her. When she was younger she used to take walks in the woods behind her parents' house back in Pennsylvania. The smell of dirt and fresh air, the sound of the animals being the only sound besides her thoughts was something she enjoyed. But as she exited the tent, the sounds that greeted her ears are of a complaining Chief Johnson and arguing men. She groaned to herself and stood. It was going to be a long day.

"What do you mean I have to share a tent with, with that woman?" Brenda stomped her foot and put her bag down on the ground.

"Again, Chief's orders," Gabriel said as he looked from the annoyed blonde to the lake that they were camping in front of. He was actually a little excited about the trip. It wasn't ideal, but he was going to make the best of it.

Brenda scoffed and cursed Will in her head. That man and his stupid ideas. "And where might Captain Raydor be?"

"Right here, Chief," Sharon answered, approaching them. She looked the blonde over. She was wearing a pair of jeans that were loose on her small frame, but still they somehow managed to flatter her. She was wearing a navy blue henley shirt with sleeves that just passed her elbows. The material stretched over her generous chest and, with the buttons undone, Sharon could see a little more creamy skin than she was used to seeing. Sharon licked her lips and moved to Brenda's eyes, hoping she hadn't been too obvious.

But Brenda had noticed. Brenda noticed like she had been noticing for months. After Fritz's departure, ("Maybe you'll figure out what you really want?" he had said to her as he packed his bags.), Brenda had started noticing a lot of things about the other woman. She still infuriated her like she did before, but it was more endearing when she did it now. But along with the things that annoyed her about the woman, Brenda was noticing new, intriguing things.

Brenda took no more than five seconds to look over Sharon like the woman had done to her. Dark blue jeans and a hunter green shirt both accentuated parts of Sharon's body that even those tailored suits hid. Brenda licked her lips as she quickly pushed away whatever thoughts were coming to her mind at the sight of Sharon's body. It was easy for her to act like she didn't notice how amazing Sharon looked; it was something she did every day. But as she was led to their tent a few minutes later, Brenda realized this weekend was going to be more difficult than she thought.

The day was spent exploring the woods. They hiked along trails (except Provenza and Sully from FID- they at least were bonding), they walked along the lake and somehow people managed to start talking more freely around then. They had lunch before it was time to gather more wood for the fire before it got dark and cold.

Once the wood was gathered and the fire was started, the members of the two divisions sat on rocks and a few on chairs they brought along with them, some with blankets and some with coats, others deciding it really wasn't cold enough for either of the two. Though Brenda was reluctant to spend so much time with Sharon at first, around the time they started gathering wood she decided to just enjoy the time they would be together. Time would only go by slower if she sulked and complained all weekend. So the two of them sat next to one another, their thighs touching each other. And even through the smell of the burning fire and the woods, Brenda could smell the enticing scent of Sharon's body wash. Mentally she told herself the spicy scent was the reason she was so close to Sharon; it had nothing to do with the body heat she was getting from the woman or how hard it was not touching her.

Around the campfire everyone was telling stories and roasting marshmallows, but Sharon's attention was instead focused on something else entirely. The fire was shining against Brenda's face, making her glow. She looked more alive than she'd seen her lately. Her face clean from makeup and her eyes bright with the joy she was sure even Brenda would try to deny was there, Sharon was seeing a different type of beauty on the younger woman. She was tracing the blonde's jawline with her eyes when Brenda turned around, brown eyes gleaming like the stars in the sky.

Brenda responded with a wide smile and a discrete brush of her hand over Sharon's thigh before she looked away. Sharon's skin tingled delightfully and she had the urge to reach out and return the touch, lightly caress Brenda's hand with her fingertips to see if she could maybe get the woman's breath to hitch in her throat like it had earlier when she brushed hair from her face in the woods. But she knew better. She decided to push away all thoughts of Brenda and listen to the story Andy and Provenza was telling that was warranting all the laughing around her.

In the tent, already dressed for bed, Brenda watched Sharon. She knew Sharon was aware of the attention she was giving her. She was almost certain Sharon was taking her time as she got dress, possibly avoiding having to speak to her. She was hoping that wasn't the case. But as she watched Sharon pull her shirt over her head, she didn't care. She was mentally caressing parts of Sharon's body that she could not reach out and touch. Sharon had a beautiful body. Brenda licked her lips and imagined both her hands on the sides of Sharon's body, slowly moving down until she reached her hips. She imagined her skin was soft and warm. When Sharon unfastened her bra, Brenda bit her lip and imagined pressing kisses up her spine as her hands moved to the front of her, sliding up her stomach until she could grasps the breasts she could barely see from behind Sharon.

Sharon heard a soft moaning sound that she was sure Brenda hadn't known she let out. Her skin instantly flushed as she forced herself not to turn around to see if Brenda was looking like she was sure she was. She reached for her new shirt and pulled it over her head before busying herself with things, distracting herself from having to turn around. She didn't know how she was expected to get any sleep with Brenda right beside her. Will Pope and his stupid plans. She was sure the type of bonding that was suddenly on her mind was not what he intended when he sent the two divisions (minus one member from each team) out into the woods.

When Sharon finally had nothing else she could do, she turned the lamp off and slid into her sleeping bag, not even turning to look at Brenda. She stared up at the top of the tent and tried to think of things that would make her fall asleep. But when you could feel someone's eyes on you, it was hard not to focus on that instead.

After a while, Brenda cleared her throat and sat up, unable to fall asleep. "Are you awake?" Brenda asked. Sharon turned her head slowly, looking up at Brenda. "I can't sleep," Brenda admitted.

Sharon didn't say anything for a moment, but then she turned on her side so she could see her better in the dark. "Why not?"

Brenda shrugged her shoulders. This was nothing knew for her, though. Sleeping had been the one thing she was having troubles with with Fritz gone. She could tell from the look in Sharon's eyes that she wasn't buying it when she pretended not to know. Brenda almost told her why. Something about the way the day had went made her want to open up to the other woman. But she didn't.

"I guess I'm not that tired," she told her.

Sharon hummed and then rolled back over, lying on her back. "Maybe you're not trying hard enough to fall asleep," Sharon suggested, her eyes fixed on the dark material of the tent.

Brenda considered her answer for so long that neither of them thought she would respond. But when she did, she was closer to Sharon, almost touching her. "Maybe that's because sleepin' isn't what I want to do," she said, her voice so low that it sounded intimate and husky.

Sharon couldn't hide the way she shivered slightly and gulped back her own response. Everything was heating quickly and the tent felt too small for even one of them to be in. She turned her head and looked at Brenda, staring at her face until she could make out her eyes and her nose, then her lips, already slightly parted. She let out a shaky breath and looked back up to Brenda's eyes.

She tried to come up with a sarcastic quip, a smart remark, anything other than what she did say would have worked. "Brenda," was the only thing her brain could come up with. Her breath was hot and the two syllables rolled off her tongue like she'd been practicing how to say the word so it could sound the most alluring when she whispered it at that moment.

Brenda carefully reached out and touched Sharon's face, watching her eyes as she leaned down, her lips ghosting over Sharon's. She could hear the loud pounding of Sharon's heart, feel the woman's hot breath, and she could almost taste her lips. She sighed and kept her eyes on Sharon's as she brought their mouths together, finally feeling Sharon's lips against her own. It was smooth and barely a brush, but she still felt a jolt of electricity move through her.

"Brenda," Sharon whispered against her lips, this time with more demand in her tone. She wanted her lips against her own again. She needed to feel her mouth, not just on hers, but on her neck and her chest, her shoulders... She needed Brenda and she could barely comprehend how or why it was happening at that very moment.

Brenda smiled and moved so she was inside Sharon's sleeping bag with her. She kissed her again, slow and fully. Her hand slid under her shirt, cautiously, not wanting to move too many steps ahead. But when she stopped at Sharon's stomach and the older woman reached to push her hand further, she knew what Sharon really wanted from her. And from the way all the blood seemed to be rushing downward in her body, there was no denying what she wanted either.

But they were in the woods. They also weren't alone. It would be irresponsible and risky for them to take it any further. So they didn't. They kissed and caressed until they both felt like they could fall apart from that alone. Brenda went back to her sleeping back and they made a silent promise that they would continue what had happened once they were alone and able to fully enjoy and explore one another.

Bonding in the woods turned out to more enjoyable than either thought it would be.

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