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Now and again, there was a hiatus in cases, even within an organization as wild as the LAPD. Thankfully, those brief periods always seemed to happen when the weather was the nicest and no one was around to interrupt the rare moment of peace for Brenda and Sharon. This particular day, they woke up late and lazy in each other’s arms. The warmth of the early sun through the windows encouraged them to throw back the covers.
The 7AM love they made was whole and deep, after which they folded back into one another, enjoying a few hours of extra bliss-induced sleep. When lunch time came, Brenda woke first. Feeling playful, she toyed with Sharon’s messy auburn locks until eyes of green sparkled under her ministrations. After a shower and two very much overdue cups of coffee, they decided to venture out in public.
Full lesbian chic, they held hands as they walked through the downtown farmers market, and stopped for a light lunch and smoothies at their favorite bistro. From there, it was off to The Grove and far more shopping than Brenda had done in a decade. Sharon did her best to somewhat transition her girl from raw floral offensiveness to fitted elegance. Surprisingly, the blonde didn’t fight back, well, much, and carried bags of new outfits to stun her team.
Just as they were walking to the parking garage, a familiar voice beckoned from behind them. As both women turned, their faces lit up. Mikki Mendoza was approaching, her arms also full of shopping bags.
“Hey!” Brenda and Sharon spoke at the same time.
“You two enjoying your time off too, huh?”
“Have to when it comes, right baby?” Brenda laughed.
“Absolutely. What are you up to besides shopping?”
“Nothing much, thought I might go for sushi.” Mikki smiled. “Want to join me?”
Sharon cocked an eyebrow. “Kaijin or Mutsu?”
“Ooh, a connoisseur! Kaijin, duh!”
“Okay then. Brenda, honey, what do you think?”
“I think I need a spicy tuna roll, stat.”
Giggling, the trio decided on Sharon’s car, then set off for the two blocks to the restaurant. A good time was had by all—shared rolls and Saké, encouraging conversation, and three women who already respected each other extended into friendship. After dinner, even Sharon was feeling free and open, inviting Mikki to come to the condo for a nightcap. Brenda was on board, and in quick order, they were in the living room.
“Mikki, make yourself comfortable. Our home is your home.” The brunette moved to the kitchen and retrieved a couple of bottles, one from the fridge and the other from her favorite cabinet. “Red or white? I already know Brenda’s preference.”
“Oh, white, please.”
“A girl after my own heart.”
Brenda scoffed but smiled. “Buncha lightweights.”
“Oh, you think your red is so much better?” Mendoza shoved her playfully.
“Y’all just don’t know.”
“Honey, it’s not that we can’t handle it. We just like cool and refreshing things.”
“And no headache in the morning.”
“Exactly.”
“Ugh, whatever.” The blonde rolled her eyes and snarked. “Don’t forget your coasters, ladies.”
Sharon scoffed and handed a glass to Mikki and Brenda, then turned back to retrieve hers from the bar. After kicking off her shoes, she motioned for them to sit down. Mendoza tucked her bare feet beneath her in an armchair, delighted to watch the couple get comfortable together on the couch.
“To a night of freedom!”
“Shhhhhh…” the other two women warned her of the jinx she had just placed upon them.
“What?”
Brenda whispered. “You know murders happen the most when we don’t want them, right?”
“Ouch, right. My bad.”
From there, the women fell into an ease unusual for all of them, but it felt natural and happy, so they pushed the thought away in favor of keeping the vibe going.
“I can’t tell you both what a change it was when you finally admitted to everyone you were a couple.”
“How do you mean?” Sharon asked genuinely. It hadn’t been that long since they’d come out.
“Come on, you know the stigma around female officers already, but then to add in a real couple out in the open—the men were absolutely beside themselves.”
Brenda twisted her delicate features. “Of course they were, but what about the girls?”
“Every woman, even the explicitly straight ones, wanted to throw a party. Not only do we have two prominent female supervisors, but then to find out they left their husbands and are fucking each other…” Mikki threw a hand over her mouth, and her dark eyes grew as large as saucers.
Until Brenda and Sharon laughed out loud.
“Oh my god, I…”
“Don’t apologize!” Sharon stood up to grab their bottles for a refill. “You have no idea how wonderful it is to hear something other than the whispers of men hoping we’ll kiss in the Murder Room.”
“That would be hot…”
“Oh, hush.” Brenda held out her glass as her fiancé poured more wine.
“Well, it would.” Mikki accepted her own pouring.
Sharon freed her hands and filled her own glass, then sat back down. “I don’t know if that will happen any time soon, but…”
“Baby!”
“Brenda Leigh—don’t tell me you wouldn’t get a thrill out of seeing your boys drool over little old us.”
The blonde considered her words over another sip. “Fine, y’all are right.”
All three of them laughed over the ridiculousness of the conversation. As the alcohol continued to flow, Sharon eventually gave in to the need to pee. For a moment after that, Brenda and Mikki kept talking until the blonde decided it was her turn. When things were silent a few moments too long, Mikki decided she too needed to go. Unfamiliar with the condo, she found her way down the hall, thankfully finding an unoccupied facility.
Until her bladder was empty, there was no other thought, but as she washed her hands, sounds from somewhere close tickled her ears. Scurrying to turn off the water, wet echoes and whispered moans did nothing but intrigue her. Slinking back out into the hallway, Mikki followed the sounds, stopping outside a closed door. She shouldn't do what her gut was insisting on, but her buzz and clearly intrusive thoughts were winning, and she couldn’t help herself. Gently twisting the handle, she was unsurprised to find her friends on their knees atop the mattress, kissing each other desperately.
The younger brunette was immediately enthralled and couldn’t look away, no matter how hard she might have tried. She had no idea how much time had passed as she stared like she was greedily binging Netflix, until one of the women she was watching suddenly called her name. Her instinct was to slam the door and run, ashamed of her spying, but it was not to be. Suddenly, Sharon Raydor was an inch from her, smelling deliciously of sex.
Oh, how she had fallen into their trap.
“Mikki?” The brunette waved a hand.
“Oh, uh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean…”
“Don’t be,” Brenda called from behind while Sharon took her hand. “Come…join us.”
Instantly, Mikki’s body was buzzing. This couldn’t be happening. Could it? “No, you don’t, I don’t, I mean…”
Sharon stopped when they were at the foot of the bed, turning to face her friend. “We won’t force you, but you’re certainly welcome.”
The deep reverberating timbre of the older brunette's voice went straight to the core of both women in the room with her.
Then Brenda slid herself to the edge of the bed and gathered Mikki’s dark hair in her hands. “Yeah, if you want to, we’d love to have ya.”
This time, sweet southern gentility completed the ruining of Mendoza’s thong. “I’m…” she licked her lips and gently bit at the bottom one. “Yes, please.”
As though they’d practiced a thousand times, Brenda and Sharon laid Mikki back across the bed. Before the younger woman could think, she was bare, and so were they. She swallowed hard, seeing the plethora of smooth, perfect skin before her. But the sight was fleeting. Two different mouths suddenly surrounded each pert nipple, and she was blinded to anything but pleasure.
“Mmm…”
The affirmative sound pushed Sharon and Brenda further. One moved to claim Mikki’s mouth while the other focused on a different set of lips.
The oldest of the three broke the silence. “I think she likes us, honey.”
Brenda bit and licked before pulling an inch away. “You must be drippin’.”
Even at short notice, Mikki felt brave. “I am.” Her voice was husky and raw.
“Would you like us to do something about it?” Sharon leaned close, letting her warm breath float over the youngest woman’s arousal, sending a chill up her spine.
With another kiss, the blonde interrupted. “Would you?”
“Don’t make me beg. Or do, just not for too long.”
The couple moved with choreographed precision, stopping only to kiss each other while trading places. Another surge of lightning burned delightfully through Mendoza, watching their naked bodies and breathlessly anticipating. As they settled into place, both Brenda and Sharon took a moment to appreciate the beauty beneath them. She was long and lean, her body almost sculpted. Her skin that creamy shade of caramel that gave away her Hispanic heritage and penchant for the California sun.
Before Mikki realized she’d been touched, her knees were bent. Then suddenly there was a warm mouth on her neck and a face between her thighs. And all her nerves began to fire all at once. No woman, no man—no one had ever made her feel that way. Long fingers were pumping in and out, while her clit was assaulted with fervent tongue and teeth. Her breasts were massaged, and nips and licks were rhythmically placed on a back-and-forth cadence of her lips and her belly.
Her coil was winding tighter by the millisecond. Finding some semblance of consciousness, Mikki swirled her hips and pressed up further into the touch of both women. That’s when her vision went white. She never heard herself screaming, but their names coming from deep in her chest were everything to Sharon and Brenda. The pair let their guest catch her breath, sitting back to watch as she struggled to open her eyes.
“You alright?” The blonde asked, blatantly wiping at the sheen on her cheeks.
“Much better than alright.”
Lying close on either side of Mikki, the ladies took turns kissing her again, then opened themselves to whatever may come next. Feeling bold, the youngest woman sat up and rolled her body to hover over Sharon.
“Sit on her face.” She ordered from Brenda.
The blonde smirked and happily obliged.
No time was wasted. Sharon put her mouth to work the instant her partner was in range. Mikki eating her at the same time with absolute abandon only served to force a chorus of moans. The older brunette could have drowned, licking, sucking, and biting frantically. In record time, two more women were in the throes of orgasm. The third was simply in heaven.
Soon they were all lying snuggled across the bed again. Sharon kissed Brenda, tasting Mikki still on her lips. When they alternated, Sharon took Mendoza’s lips, tasting herself and loving it. They were almost ready for round three when out of the silence, every one of their phones beckoned from the living room. They all held still for a split second, wishing reality to disappear. Unfortunately, it was not to be. Brenda was the one to make the break.
Sharon and Mikki listened as she answered the call, already knowing what was coming. Thank god they all had already.
“Chief…no, sir. Yes, sir. Alright, Hyde Park and West Adams. We’re on our way.”
By the time Brenda returned to the bedroom, everyone but her was mostly dressed.
“I guess y’all heard that?”
Sharon answered first. “Just that it was the Chief.”
“Yeah, two officers down in Crip territory. Everyone is on call.” Brenda’s face fell, but she hid it as she retrieved items from the dresser and the closet.
“Damn…” Mendoza shook her head as she zipped her jeans. “I guess I did jinx us. I’ll catch a cab…”
“No!” Sharon shrank back from her gut reaction. “No one will bat an eye if we show up together. No need to spend money unnecessarily.”
“You’re sure? I wouldn’t want…”
Quickly kissing Brenda and then Mikki, the oldest put her foot down. “We were off duty. Beyond that is no one else’s business.”
Mendoza nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
All shared one last smile before Brenda was dressed, and they all shifted into work mode. The ride to the scene was eerily silent as the seriousness hadn’t been lost on them, no matter in what situation they’d been caught. Cop killings were always some of the worst cases, but the moment they arrived, nothing but their jobs existed. Consummate professionals all around.
By the time the sun came up the following morning, every member of FID, Major Crimes, and SIS was beyond exhausted. But by some miracle, three suspects were all in custody and interrogated, so finally the teams were allowed a break for a shower and a bit of sleep. Sharon and Brenda sent their people packing, then went on the hunt for Mikki—she’d arrived in the field with them, they couldn’t abandon her. They tried her cell, her coworkers, and even her boss with no luck.
It wasn’t until they made their way to the parking garage that they found her headed down the stairs. When three pairs of eyes met, they all froze. Brenda managed words first.
“We’ve been lookin’ for you.”
“I’m sorry, my phone is dead, and I’m delirious…I think.”
“Can we give you a ride?”
“No, no. Cooper called me an Uber. It’s waiting downstairs.”
Sharon stepped closer. “You’re sure?”
“Absolutely. I need to get my car from the mall before they tow it anyway.” She smiled.
“I hope you don’t have any regrets.”
The younger brunette was taken aback. “About you two? Never.” She leaned in and kissed each of them. “I only hope you have none about me. And I hope we can do it again sometime.”
The innuendo wasn’t lost on the ladies. They giggled. Thank god they were sequestered in the stairwell.
Brenda winked. “There will always be other nights off.
“Be safe. And let us know when you get home.” Sharon grinned.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The three of them parted, with Mikki taking two stairs at a time while Brenda and Sharon eased down behind to the third floor hand in hand. They moved off to Sharon’s car without a care in the world. Having always wanted a third, they knew they’d chosen well—however impromptu the decision.
Meanwhile, back in the stairwell, several pairs of eyes were wide, and the men they were attached to were frozen. Cooper, Flynn, Provenza, and Pope couldn’t believe what they thought they’d just heard.
It would be the new whispered conversation for a long while around the PAB. And the private fantasy of them all.