#brendaxsharon

[missatlantaanddarthraydor]

Brace Yourself

*moved here from my ff.net account. Enjoy!*

As Brenda looked out at the ocean she noticed the little yellow boat about to take off. She saw the little blonde speck in the water, that was Rusty's head, bobbing up and down. He gave the okay and the boat took off. Brenda heard his yell as he was yanked into the sky by the wind filling the para-sail.

She hated this, just sitting here. She'd be right there with him if it weren't for this stupid knee brace. She'd had to get one after helping Julio tackle a suspect that tried to run. She couldn't remember why she'd done it. She usually had the boys do the tracking down and/ or tackling, but this felt like instinct. She'd just done it no questions asked. At least she hadn't used her taser.

Sharon was already mad as it is. Well more concerned than anything but it translated as mad. But Brenda knew the difference. Knew that she'd scared Sharon to death when Andy had called her and told her that Brenda was in the hospital. Sharon hadn't waited to hear the story or hear that Brenda was fine and had just strained her knee. Sharon drove straight there while maintaining as many traffic laws as she could. She had burst into the room took one look at Brenda and proceeded to read her the riot act about how what she'd done was dangerous and unethical. "He was three times your size, Brenda Leigh. You're lucky it was just your knee." Brenda could have teased but she kept her mouth shut.

She knew Sharon. She knew that if you were lucky enough to be someone that Sharon cares about that you were not immune to the mothering or the worrying, no matter how well Sharon concealed it (or thought that she did).

Brenda was allowed to leave after the doctors braced her knee with instructions to stay off it for the week, but Sharon was not letting her off so easily. "It's just my knee, honey. And nothing was broken, I just have to be careful with it." Brenda said exasperated. "Nope, either I'm going to be staying with you or you with me, but I will not let you go unsupervised. You would take that brace off as soon as you got home, and then drive to work." Sharon wasn't wrong. Brenda didn't feel like arguing and she wouldn't have won if she'd tried.

So she let Sharon drive her home, she'd packed a bag, and proceeded to spend the week with Sharon and rusty. Rusty thought it was great. He was on break so he had free time. Plus being at UCLA had cut into how much he saw Brenda and his mother, so he was glad. They had movie marathons while Sharon was working, and game nights full of trivia and competition when she wasn't.

So now a week later Brenda found herself on the beach, watching rusty fly through the air like a crazy person, and wondering just where her pretty warden went. "I got you a smoothie. Strawberry and banana" said Sharon from just behind her. She handed Brenda the smoothie and then used Brenda's knee as leverage to sit beside her. Brenda took a sip and then smiled at her "You know me so well. Thank you." Sharon kissed her cheek and then looked out over the water. "Please tell me he's not the one yelling his head off." Sharon said after spotting some parasailers along the horizon. "The very one. He's got some pipes on him too. Kevin said he put a spider in Rusty's backpack one time, and Rusty screamed bloody murder." Brenda said through a grin. Sharon grimaced "I don't blame him."

Brenda adjusted her position on the blanket then pouted. Some sand had decided to get stuck between her leg and the brace around her knee. Great. That was gonna bug her all afternoon. "Can I pleeEEAaasse take this thing off now." She begged Sharon. "No." "But the week is over! And I'm not standing on it." "Will you put it back on when you do?" Sharon asked, already knowing the answer. In an attempt to be honest and get her way Brenda replies "MaaAYbe.." "No." "Oh Shari PLEASE!" Brenda puts on her best pout, with the big eyes and everything. Sharon can't resist laughing a bit, she leans in to kiss the pout away.

When she pulls back she asks "Well have you learned your lesson?" This question feels like a set up to Brenda. She hears Admiral Ackbar in the back of her mind "It's a trap!" But she can't figure it out. What lesson was she supposed to have learned? "Uh..to let my boys do the tackling from now on..?" Sharon smiles slightly "It's a start, but no. Guess again." The way Sharon is looking at her reminds Brenda of when her mother used to ask her a question with a very obvious answer. But Brenda had no idea wha- yes she did. Of course, it was obvious. "I can't learn that lesson Shari. I can't promise it won't happen again. Plus it's kinda in your nature." Sharon nodded "Smart girl. But please try." Brenda grabbed Sharon's hand and squeezed "I promise to try, to the best of my ability, not to scare you again." Sharon kissed her sweetly. They broke apart, and Brenda laughed, when they heard rusty let out an excited yet terrified scream as he plummeted back into the water.

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Brenda/Sharon + "Hello Again" by Neil Diamond (x)

[ninavanhorndog]

Not a Miranda quote but...

[missatlantaanddarthraydor]

Communication Is The Key

Sharon was frustrated. At the situation. At the words, or lack there of. At the way the blonde had just walked away from her earlier. Sharon sighed and hit the down button for the elevator. It had been a long day. ------ That morning Brenda had been on the phone with her mother, speaking in hushed tones. Sharon hadn't been paying that much attention, more focused on getting ready for the day and applying the proper amount of mascara across her eyelashes. As she slipped on her shoes and grabbed her purse about fifteen minutes later, Brenda was still talking with her mother. Sharon kissed the blondes cheek and headed out the door, again not paying any attention to the words being said. After two agonizing meetings Sharon was sitting at her desk insanely jealous of Brenda's day off. But she was glad she took the day off. The blonde worked hard and carried a lot of stress, it was good for her to take time for herself. Sharon was in the middle of personnel reports for this quarter when her cell phone rang. It was Brenda calling to ask if Sharon had time to have lunch with her at one of their favorite restaurants. Sharon almost always had time for Brenda, and when she didn't she'd make sure to set up something to do with her later to make it up to her. Sharon walked into the restaurant and immediately spotted Brenda at 'their' table. It was the table Brenda always requested, nestled between the large wall of windows and the stage for live music nights. When Brenda saw her the smile Sharon received was bright and genuine. That smile never ceased to make her heart falter. They ordered and talked about their days. When their food arrived they ate in comfortable silence. Well, comfortable on Sharon's end. Brenda had something to ask Sharon. --------------- When she'd gotten the call from her mother, Brenda wasn't initially worried. She and her mother talked once or twice every couple of weeks. Either to make small talk or for Willie Rae to catch Brenda up on all the goings on of the Johnson family and of the greater Atlanta area. After Brenda had divorced Fritz, she had been more than willing to tell her mother about her relationship with Sharon. That had been four years ago and now that the idea had settled in, her mother wanted her to-- oh god. How would she even- What if Sharon didn't WANT to. Not only that, what if she loathed the idea. It had to be done. She had to ask. If only to tell her mother how much Sharon did NOT want to spend her favorite holiday with the Johnson family, and how she now thought Brenda was being ridiculous. That they'd had perfect holidays with Em, Ricky, and Rusty over the last four years and why should she change things now. After hanging up with her mother Brenda couldn't relax. She'd immediately called Sharon and asked her to lunch. ------------------ "Okay spill." Sharon said, not looking up from her desert menu. "What's up?" "What makes you think somethings up?" Asked the blonde hesitantly. Sharon just looked up and arched her finely shaped eyebrow at her. That was answer enough for Brenda, who knew that Sharon could read and interpret her body language with insane accuracy. "Okay, well I had a talk with my mama today." Brenda spoke slowly at first and then rushed to say the next bit before nerves clamped her jaw shut. "She wanted to know if we could make it down to Atlanta for Christmas this year." Brenda shoveled her next bite of food into her mouth quickly, carefully watching Sharon's expression. Sharon was taken aback. "What?" She asked incredulously, and a little louder than she had intended. No way. Why was Willie Rae asking about this now? Why not some time over the last four Christmases? They always did Christmas with the kids. Always. Well maybe that's why Brenda's mother was asking. She missed her daughters presence around the holidays. Sharon knew Christmas wouldn't be quite the same if one of her kids didn't show up. But she also didn't want to spend Christmas under scrutiny and judgement. She knew the Johnson's had been slow to accept their daughters relationship. Then again maybe this is them reaching out. This may be their way of saying that they didn't mind so much anymore. Saying that they are putting their problems aside because Brenda was family, and Brenda had chosen her. Maybe this could be the start to even bigger family Christmases, not just the Johnson's or Raydor's. That in and of itself was an improvement from Sharon's point of view. It was a step. "Never mind. Forget it." Brenda replied quickly. She'd seen the brunettes face right off the bat as she'd processed the information. It screamed 'no way'. Brenda hadn't watched the progression of Sharon's thoughts, choosing to look down instead. She couldn't bare the skepticism she thought she'd see there. Damn it! Brenda knew it wasn't a good idea to ask. Sharon watched the blondes face harden a bit. It didn't look malicious. It looked like she'd been hurt. Okay Raydor, damage control. One thing at a time. "Brenda honey-" "I said forget it. It's not something you wanna do. That's fine, lets drop it." Brenda knew it was harsh but she just wanted to not talk about it, asking was a mistake anyways. "Now wait just a minute Brenda Leigh, that is not at all what I-" Brenda's phone began to ring. Of course. Her lieutenants had perfect timing. Brenda grabbed her phone, purse, and jacket and stood up from the table. She swiftly headed out the door. Sharon watched her go, knowing that she was headed to a crime scene, and that the blonde would not have the time or the patience to hear her out. --------------------- Sharon had payed the bill and left shortly after Brenda was called out, desert completely forgone. She spent several more hours at work going over case files before deciding to pack it up and head home. She stepped off the elevator and headed for her car. Her attention had been divided all day. If she had truly upset Brenda then there would be a lot of silent treatment. She didn't want a moody sulky Brenda Leigh. She wanted the Brenda Leigh that would at least fight with her about the issue. Communication was key for Brenda and Sharon's relationship, wether it was with loud words or soft words, or body language. If Brenda stopped communicating then there would be no progress, and the hurt that Sharon had so clearly seen on her face would fester and grow. Sharon wouldn't have it. If Brenda refused to talk to her, she would still say her piece and hope that would assuage Brenda enough for her to at least talk. Even if it was arguing, because that was so much better than silence. When Sharon got home Brenda's car was in the driveway. She walked into the house and saw that all the lights were off, except the little one above the stove. She toed off her heels in the entryway and hung her keys on the hook by the door. She walked as softly as she could through the house. When she reached the landing at the top of the stairs she could see light from one of the side lamps in their bedroom peeking beneath the door. So Brenda was awake. Sharon took a breath then walked to the door and opened it slowly so that it didn't make that tiny creaking noise. The sight that greeted her made her stop in the door way. Brenda was not awake after all. She'd fallen asleep with the light on. One hand still held the book she had been reading. Her other arm held Sharon's pillow securely beneath her and she had curled into it as if it was Sharon herself. Sharon couldn't help the smile on her lips. Her lover looked so adorable. She turned the light off then moved silently to the bathroom to get ready for bed. When she finished she walked to her side of the bed and slid in. Taking her queues from Brenda, she grabbed the blondes pillow and tucked it under her head as she turned to face her. A few moments later the blonde stirred. She leaned up a bit and squinted at her in the darkness. "Hey you," she said sleepily "I didn't hear you come in." Sharon chuckled "I think you being asleep had something to do with that." "It could'a." So far so good Sharon thought. At least Brenda was talking to her. That was a start. Sharon sighed then said "Honey, I'm not sure what you thought I was going to say earlier today, but I am positive it is not as bad as you are probably assuming." "Sharon I don't-" "No. Tell me what you were thinking." Sharon waited patiently for the blonde to respond. "It's just that I know you have certain frustrations with my family and I don't want to ruin your favorite holiday by asking you to spend it with them. We've had good, perfect even, holidays here with the kids. There's no need to mix it up now." " I do have some frustrations with your family, and those are not unfounded. However, I do like them. I think your parents can be charming. I think your brothers can be a bit nosey. But they are your family. Therefore, they are mine as well." Sharon reached out to brush her fingers lightly across the blondes cheek. "And I'm sorry if how I reacted today made you think that I did not like your family, or that you were being ridiculous to ask me. You know you can always ask me anything, honey." Brenda nodded and took a minute to think about what Sharon had said. "So...you do want to spend Christmas in Atlanta..?" Brenda asked. "I've had a lot of time to think today Brenda Leigh. So when it comes down to it I think your parents miss you and I would be very selfish if I said no. I also think that your parents might be having a change of heart in their perspective on our relationship, which makes me want to say yes. In which case I-" "My god baby, get to the point. I love you but I gotta sleep some time." Brenda said exasperatedly. Sharon smiled at her and kissed her forehead. "Yes, I would love to spend Christmas in Atlanta with you and your family." "Good. Now let's get some sleep before we hear that someone's gott'n trigger happy or turned up missin'." Brenda unceremoniously flung Sharon's pillow out from under her and onto the floor. She assumed her earlier position, but with her head on Sharon's chest and her hair in Sharon's face. Sharon giggled a bit before settling back again and blowing out a mouthful of hair. She kissed the blondes head again. "I love you too."

[missatlantaanddarthraydor]

Trust and Protect

Mardi Gras is a big deal in the south. Especially in New Orleans, where Brenda's cousins live. Every year growing up Brenda and her brothers would tell their parents that they were helping with a "church thing", skip school, and drive the 6 hours from Atlanta to New Orleans for Mardi Gras week. The cousins had all sorts of fun with parades and floats. They would do the bead challenges and the boys would get drunk off their asses. Brenda, however, saw what happened every year. Crowds could turn violent at the drop of a hat. And New Orleans had the second highest crime rate in the US, so you never knew who was carrying a weapon. She vowed that she would never get as drunk as her brothers and cousins unless there was someone she trusted with her life there to pick her up again. Little did she know that she would be keeping that promise until she was fifty. ------------------------------------ It's now 2016 and Brenda hadn't been to a Mardi Gras anything in years. Her cousin Josh was planning a get together for the cousins and their spouses. They had all agreed that Mardi Gras would be the perfect way for everyone to reconnect. Brenda was excited, but she was worried about how to convince Sharon to go with her. Brenda didn't even know if her fiancé would be interested in going. When they went out with Major Crimes or with Morales, Gavin, and Andrea they always had a good time. Wether at a bar, restaurant, going to the movies, or the theater or whatever. Sharon always made the plans and picked the places to go. Going to New Orleans would mean that they would be in a completely different setting for Sharon. Brenda knew that Sharon had never been to New Orleans. On top of that this would be Sharon's first time spending time with Brenda's family outside of the holiday season. Now it was a week before hand and Brenda was faced with the task of actually bringing the subject of Mardi Gras up. She had been thinking about how to bring it up all day, but now at the dinner table it looks like she won't have to because her fiancé had put her fork down and was watching Brenda intently. "Okay I cave. What's up?" Sharon asked. "What do you mean?" Brenda hadn't thought Sharon knew anything was up. "With you. You've been fidgety since you walked through the door, honey. Is something wrong?" "No no, nothing bad. But theoretically, if I were to ask you to take a trip with me in a week for a week, would you be able to go or do you have other obligations?" Sharon looked at her quizzically. "Well theoretically, I would have to take myself off of the roll out list and prep Lieutenant Elliot for meetings, but otherwise no I don't have any." "Okay...so if I were to-" "Brenda Leigh honey, spit it out." "My family, well my brothers and cousins really, want to meet up in New Orleans for a reunion, well more of a party,get together week, and it would be fun but I didn't know if you'd-" "Yes." "Yes?" "Yep." "Wait, what do you think you're saying yes to?" "You're asking me if I'd come with you to New Orleans. I said yes. It could be fun and you could show me around. Plus I'd like to get to know your family more." Brenda released a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. "Really? You wouldn't mind?" Sharon smiled sweetly at her. "Not at all. I've been thinking about us taking a trip. Just to get away for a bit. And now seems as good a time as any." Brenda leapt up, circled the table, and plopped herself down into Sharon's lap. "Thank you baby!" She said excitedly as she peppered Sharon's face with kisses. ------------------------------------ One week later they had landed in Louis Armstrong International Airport on a Thursday, and Brenda was looking for a very familiar pick up truck. Sharon had gotten their bags while Brenda looked. Right as Sharon came along side her fiancé, she spotted what she was looking for. Her brother Bobby was leaned up against a vibrant red truck. They hugged, threw their stuff in the bed of the truck, hopped in and headed for Slidell. "So who all's here?" Brenda asked. She was in the middle of the bench seat between Bobby on the drivers side and Sharon on the passenger side. Sharon was interested in the architecture of the city and watched it go by her window while listening to the siblings conversation. "Well everyone now, except Jimmy. He and Donnie couldn't make it this time around." Brenda pouted a bit. "Awe! Well now they'll just have to fly out to LA to see me." Bobby laughed at his little sister. She and Jimmy had always been the closest out of the siblings. The drive to their Uncle Phil's house in Slidell was pleasant. The siblings told Sharon stories of past Mardi Gras and Sharon started to see why Brenda hadn't been back to partake in the festivities in so long. The stories were full of fun, but something didn't sound right. When Bobby told the stories they were amazing but Brenda's always had a cautions side. She had to keep an eye out for that. She didn't want Brenda to always have her guard up on this trip. Sharon wanted Brenda to have fun and let go of some of the stress that she carried from work. They pulled up in front of an enormous, beautiful, southern style home. It sat right on the edge of the water of the bayou. It had been left to Brenda's cousin Matthies when Uncle Phil had passed away. Now they used it as a place to get away. Any and all family members were welcome to stay at any time no questions asked. They stepped out and Clay Jr immediately engulfed his sister in a hug then turned to shake Sharon's hand. Josh and Sarah ran out and grabbed Brenda and Sharon's bags and brought them in. When they stepped inside Sharon saw that Bobby wasn't kidding when he said everyone was here. Brenda mentally took roll call: Bobby and Melissa, Clay Jr and Mary, Frank and Amy, Rob and Melanie, Josh and Sarah, Matthies and Niki. A seriously full house. Melissa, Rob, and Mary made a wonderful crawfish pasta and gumbo while everyone sat around talking in the main house or shot pool on the back deck. After dinner they all sat around the fire pit and discussed the parades to go to and when to go. They decided to do Selene on Friday since that was in Slidell, then Endymion in the city on Saturday. That one would be huge because it was Endymion's 50th. "There's not gonna be anything like this again." Frank had said matter of factly. Sunday they chose Toth in the afternoon which would be followed by Bacchus. Monday would be Orpheus. And then Tuesday was Fat Tuesday and they sure as hell weren't gonna miss that. They all talked some more before heading to bed. Brenda and Sharon were on the third floor on the left side of the house. The room was the size of a master bed room with a private bath and walk in closet. It was decorated in beautiful light blue and greens. The French doors on the back wall opened up to the private balcony that looked over the bayou. Brenda stepped out onto the balcony and wrapped her arms around Sharon form behind and rested her chin on her shoulder. It was humid but the temperature was dropping steadily now that the sun had gone down. "So how are you doing baby?" Brenda asked before placing a kiss on her fiancés neck. "I'm alright. It has been fun getting to see everyone again." "Yea, catchin' up is always fun. But I swear Bobby, Josh, and Rob never change. I think they're gonna stay goofs forever." "There's nothing wrong with being, and staying light hearted Brenda Leigh." "I know, and I agree. I just worry that they might get themselves into trouble and not realize it until it's too late." "Well that's what Melissa, Melanie, and Sarah are for. Honey, it's not your job to worry about everyone. It's okay to let yourself relax." She felt Brenda snuggle closer to her. "I am relaxed." Sharon smiled. "You are right now. But I'm talking about in general. Sometimes I watch your shoulders and you're just so tense and I wish I could do something to help." Brenda 'hmmm'ed as she nuzzled Sharon's hair line. "Maybe we should go get a massage." "Hah! A massage would help you for maybe a week." "I bet we could find other ways of relieving tension." Brenda said coyly. Sharon turned in her arms and kissed Brenda on the corner of her mouth. "Oh, I have no doubt about that." ----------------------------------- Selene the following night was full of beads, dancing, and cotton candy. Everything was lit up in LED lights with vibrant colors. Men in masks threw down necklaces of beads from the double decked floats. Sharon enjoyed watching Brenda Leigh jump around with Clay Jr and Bobby screaming "Hey Mister". When the Jazz floats went by Sharon would pull Brenda close and they'd dance to the sounds of the south. On Saturday they drove to down town New Orleans for Endymion's 50th anniversary. The streets were crowded as the 39 floats rolled down the streets. Niki had had the idea to bring a couple ladders to catch beads and the highly sought after commemorative dabloons. Brenda convinced Sharon to stand on one along with Melanie, Melissa, Niki, and Sarah. When Rob had warned her about keeping her hands up, Sharon didn't really under why. But now as the men and women on the floats hurled the beads and the bags full of beads her way she realized it was to keep from being knocked out. On Sunday they all went out for brunch at Palmetto in Slidell and then headed to Mid City for Toth. The parade was centered around the things that fly. Everything from birds and butterflies to space ships and batman. This parade seemed more family friendly. All the little boys were thrown footballs and the girls were thrown wands and tiaras. Every one was having a good time. About halfway through the parade Josh and Frank got beers for the men and daiquiris for the lady's. Mary, Sarah, and Sharon politely declined and insisted that they were to be the designated drivers for the event. When Bacchus came around 6:30 that evening Sharon noticed a severe change in atmosphere. Gone was the family friendly feel of the afternoon. Now it felt like impending chaos. People were getting rowdy and stupid. The alcohol in their systems didn't help any. How fitting, Sharon thought, because Bacchus was, after all, the god of wine and merriment. At this point everyone in their group had had at least two drinks. They weren't getting rowdy like the others but they were buzzed and their judgment was starting to fade. This parade was much louder than the other parades that the group had attended by far. Every marching band seemed to have made it their personal goals to make the crowd go deaf. There were laser lights being projected through smoke produced by fog machines. As Sharon noticed the rise in unruliness among the crowd, her focus quickly shifted to Brenda. Her fiancé was extremely tense and her eyes were focused on one spot across the street. From her vantage point on the ladder Sharon could see that two groups of people had gotten into an argument that was quickly becoming heated. She watched as a very tall and muscular looking man pushed a loud young woman into the street. In the blink of an eye chaos took over. The man quickly disappeared under a mass of other young men who had obviously accompanied the young woman that had been pushed. The crowd turned their focus to the brawl, much more interested in that than the oncoming float. Sharon saw several police officers closing in on the brawl from the corners of her vision. Too late. BANG The first shot sounded and left a ringing in the ears of everyone in the vicinity. Sharon jumped off of the ladder. BANG Sharon pushed past the masses of panicking people to find Brenda Leigh. She couldn't see her anywhere. Her heart clenched and fear seized her body. BANG Blonde. As soon as she saw it Sharon dove towards Brenda and pulled her to the ground. She pulled her into her body and covered as much of the smaller woman as she possibly could. The sirens, people running and screaming, the parade coming to an abrupt halt, the officers reading wrights to the man they had detained on the ground. Sharon looked around when someone grabbed her shoulder. She turned and saw Melissa's panic stricken expression. She quickly knelt and said "We need to go! Head for the cars!" Then she headed off to do just that. As Sharon shifted Brenda to look at her the world around them fell silent. "Brenda we need to go." Sharon tried to stand as she said this, but the blonde was not following her motion. She tried again "Brenda it's time to go. You need to sand up." The other woman did not budge. She tilted her head up and Sharon saw just how scared her lover was. No amount of years as a police officer can take away the fear of being shot or killed. And now Brenda could not mask that fear because she had, for once, listened to Sharon. She'd had more alcohol than was probably necessary, and now she was paralyzed with fear. With that look from Brenda, Sharon steeled herself against whatever panic was about to take over her mind. In one fluid motion, that she would later attribute to the adrenaline, she swept one arm around Brenda's back and the other under her legs and lifted her up as she stood. Brenda snaked her arms around Sharon's neck and buried her face in her shoulder. She moved swiftly carrying Brenda bridal style through the crowd. They made it to the parking lot two blocks away and Sharon unlocked the car. Once she'd seated Brenda in the passenger seat she proceeded to call the others and see where they were. They all made it back to the parking lot and Mary, Sarah, and Sharon booked it back to Slidell. ------------------------------------- Once they got back to the house Sharon lifted a sleeping Brenda out of the passenger seat and carried her to their room. She gently laid her on the bed and removed her shoes, socks, pants, sweater and bra, leaving Brenda in a tank and underwear. Sharon tucked the covers around her and then proceeded to get herself ready to sleep with the blonde. As she slid into bed Brenda moved close to Sharon. Sharon pulled her closer and kissed her temple, wrapping her arms around the woman, whispering sweetly to her how much she loved her. She knew that Brenda trusted her with her life, but that had never literally been tested until today. Once the adrenaline wore off she quietly cried into Brenda's hair. She fell asleep knowing that Brenda was okay. She promised to make sure that Brenda knew that she would always be there to protect her.

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Writing fanfic today, guys. Wish me luck!

[ninavanhorndog]

sometimes Sharon reminds me of Miranda Priestly.

[ninavanhorndog]

had to.

WAS I PUTTING AIR QUOTES AROUND THE PHRASE “WATCH A MOVIE”?

HOW EMBARRASSING. I DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE.

MAKES SENSE, THOUGH. WHAT I WAS ACTUALLY ASKING IS IF YOU’D LIKE TO GO TO MY HOUSE AND HAVE SEX UNDER THE PRETENSE OF WATCHING A MOVIE. LET’S BE SERIOUS HERE. TWO ADULTS WHO HAVE HAD A COUPLE BEERS HAVEN’T GONE BACK TO THE HOUSE AND ACTUALLY WATCHED A MOVIE IN THE HISTORY OF HOME CINEMA.

SO WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME BACK TO MY PLACE AND WATCH ME HAVE SEX WITH YOU WHILE A MOVIE IS PLAYING?

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They'll be the death of me us.

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Just watched 6x02.

Very short comment which I'll update tomorrow. Love 'em

[foolcklw]

So, as I gather from your very kind replies, the Brenda/Sharon in last episode was...

Orgasmic ... dontwarnthetadpoles

Awesome ... witzseeker

If possible, they're even more canon after the last eppy than they were before ... margotgrissom

Much squeeing ensued when Raydor checked on Brenda then even more when she knew where the candy was. Canon ... forsheiswhatiam

I love it! And I can't wait for the next week! starbuck92

Fandom, I LOVE YOU. And, as far as I'm concerned, we are C.A.N.O.N.

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This I would like to dedicate to "Sincronicity", this fantastic fan fiction I'm reading. Song is "Drive" by Melissa Ferrick... if you've read it, you'll understand. If you haven't, well you should.

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How about Brenda/Sharon in yesterday's episode, y'all?

tell me tell me tell me

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Just watched 6x01.

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I'm going to bed (I mean it's far too late XD), I can't watch this episode, it's still spoiler for me, but I can't wait to see your gifs, your posts, your gorgeous Brenda/Sharon related spam.

Because it is so FRAKKIN GOOD A SPAM.

So enjoy for me too, and fill my dash up. I'll enjoy it tomorrow.

Now I need sleep, Sincronicity has left me undone.