Surely her mattress is balanced perfectly between firm and soft and surely the Egyptian cotton sheets drape around her body like a wrapper to a delicate piece of candy, but never before has Sharon Raydor laid this stiff in her own bed. Eyes open wide, she stares at the ceiling, watching the shadows of a nearby tree dance away the chaos of her thoughts. Feeling exhausted after a long day of particularly enervating cases, she didn't bother closing the blinds before getting into bed and now she is paying the price for her brief moment of inertia. In the pale shade of the moonlight, Brenda Leigh looks so beautiful it is creating an undeniable need in Sharon's loud beating heart.

A fan of rebellious golden curls hides the sweet face that Sharon is so desperately trying to erase from her retina. Every time she closes her eyes, all that she can envision is Brenda smiling sweetly and it is making the older woman uncomfortable enough to give up any hopes of sleep during what proves to be a torturous night. Yet, in a way it warms her heart to see the petite blonde this peaceful, as if a sleep session holds the possibility to wash away all the sorrow that comes with the job.

With every subtle movement the other woman makes in her deep sleep, Sharon can feel herself tense up a little bit more. The soft snoring sound that comes from the blonde, is the sole thing that is calming Sharon's nerves. A sleeping Brenda is about as much as she can handle, the thought of the younger woman waking up and witness her distress sends little bolts of panic through Sharon's already uptight body. The content hum that slips from the sleeping blonde's lips does nothing to ease her dark-haired temporary bed companion.

All of a sudden, Brenda stirs and turns her lithe body around so that she's facing Sharon. Soft curls tickle the brunette's shoulder as she holds her breath, instantly closing her eyes, afraid to meet a pair of sleepy brown eyes. It isn't until the snoring continues that Sharon allows her eyes to get used to the dark once again. The thrill of a sleeping Brenda cuddling up to her bewilders the older woman and it pains her to ignore the goosebumps that involuntarily spread all over her skin when a smooth hand languidly traces the outline of her hip.

Sharon helplessly tries to synch the rapid beating of her heart with the steady but slow rhythm of Brenda's hot breath against her ear. If Brenda were to lean in a just little closer, her lips would brush Sharon's ear. The latter can't help but feel her heart swell with desire to have the other woman whisper something, anything in her ear. A shiver rolls down Sharon's spine as she imagines what the blonde's sleep-husked voice might sound like.

With the absence of pockets, her fists clench the sheets as she forces herself to start counting sheep, praying sleep will come to her eventually. As the first series of fluffy white sheep jumps in front of her weary eyes, Sharon feels her body relax for the first time that night, yet she swiftly comes down from her high when the curly fur of the fluffy animals transforms into familiar golden curls whilst the bleating of the sheep gets a certain southern twang to it.

Small beads of sweat pearl on Sharon's forehead as her fists hold on to her sheets for dear life. She is swimming in a deep sea of warm water, floating unsteadily on her back, scared to lose the remainder of her balance if she were to turn around. Sharon fights to stay afloat as a heavy hand tries to push her under water, applying pressure on her hips. She struggles to open her eyes, her head spinning with every wave that washes over her and Sharon knows she is going to drown the second she realizes that putting up a fight against higher forces is ineffective.

Sharon inhales deeply before she gives in to the hand that is pulling her down into the water. To her surprise, the warmth of the water is comforting and an unanticipated sense of euphoria takes hold of her body as she drifts elegantly through the deep sea. Her eyes shoot open to see a beautiful black and white underwater vision, graced by a dawning white light. A smile tugs on the corner of her lips as she moves towards the light, the warm waves of water guiding her closer and closer to the surface.

Tracing the origin of the light, Sharon reaches out a willing hand to touch the breathtaking apparition that emergences above her. She hums with delight when her fingers come into contact with something soft and warm, igniting sparks all through her drained body. Two strong hands reach out to briefly caress her wrists before she is pulled into the white light.

"Sharon? Sharon!" She takes in the beautiful vision hovering above her. Blonde hair a mess, a worried frown gracing those soft chocolate eyes, pink plump lips forming words that fail to reach Sharon's ears. The brunette's hand keeps on caressing a rosy cheek, encouraging the worried lines to fade away. "Sharon?" One of the strong hands softly strokes her cheek in return and Sharon feels her eyelids grow heavy again as she instinctively leans into the touch of the warm and welcome hand.

A sleep-startled Brenda uses the sleeve of her shirt to wipe the sweat off her friend's forehead, before letting her lips brush the soft skin. She focuses on Sharon's breathing and softly sighs when she hears it even out. Not wanting to lose the warmth of another body against her own, Brenda reclaims her position next to Sharon, her head resting gently on the brunette's shoulder, her hand finding its way to an already familiar spot on those gorgeous hips. She drops another kiss on Sharon's shoulder before dozing off as well, silently wishing sweet dreams to the both of them.