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Caution: Under Construction, Part 16

©2001 -Vertigo-

Sheridan stopped the car in front of Keefer's house and waited, her palms sweating. She felt like a teenager on her first date -- all expectant and full of anticipation.

Keefer wasn't faring any better. She was nervous and her back was sweating. They hadn't talked much on the way home, the comfort that they had shared just a little while ago turned to uncertainty for the tall woman. She was unsure how Sheridan would accept her need to take it slower; she was afraid now that she may have blown everything.

"Soooo... what time do you want me to come over tomorrow?" Sheridan asked, staring out the windshield. Should I kiss her good night? Is that too much?

"Um, I get up pretty early, so I think it would be better for you to give me an appropriate time," Keefer answered, glancing sideways at the driver. I'd die for a kiss right now.

"Okay, how's ten sound?" Sheridan asked, turning to face Keefer.

"Good," blue eyes darted everywhere but at Sheridan.

"Keef?" Sheridan ran a finger down Keefer's arm.

"Yeah?" she shivered noticeably at the touch.

"Would it be too much if I kissed you right now?"

"God, no."

Sheridan chuckled as she slid over as far as she could and wrapped an arm around the tall woman's neck, pulling her face close. "Good, 'cuz you have the sweetest lips."

Keefer would have gasped from the comment but her mouth was covered by Sheridan's. Oh, wow! What a wonderful thing to say! She felt her heart warm and her mouth open to invite Sheridan's tongue inside.

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Keefer practically floated into her house -- still high off of Sheridan's kisses. They had to actually count to three and separate in order for Keefer to get out of the car.

"FEEFS!"

The dog came bolting into the living room.

"Sheridan is the most incredible kisser! Okay, I only have one person to compare her to, but oh, my god! Wow!" Keefer picked up her dog and twirled her around. "I kissed her first; can you even imagine that? It had to have been in front of at least two hundred people! Danni too! I bet she swallowed her tongue when she saw that!" Keefer blushed, "She said I have the sweetest lips. Can you believe it? She must have kissed every woman in that club and she said I gave her the most delicious kiss! Do you think she meant it? You think she was just saying that?" The brunette recalled the wide-eyed look of surprise on Sheridan's face. "I think she meant it... Me, I did that... I kissed that expression onto her face!"

Keefer was so excited, she had finally gone for it and it worked out perfectly. Of course, she didn't plan on kissing Sheridan tonight, she didn't even want the blonde to see her at the club, but Danni pissed her off and she couldn't help herself. This made Keefer feel great; she felt all tingly with the knowledge that she not only initiated this whole night of kissing, but Sheridan had enjoyed it as much as she did.

"I could kiss her forever, Feefs! She has such delicious lips. Oh, no, I have to spend the whole day with her tomorrow! I hope she doesn't wear shorts... or a tank top. Who knows what I'll do?" she laughed at the thought of herself making the moves on Sheridan. "Yeah, like that'll ever happen. Uh oh, what will I wear? I saw the way she was looking at my breasts, if she touches one, I know I'll faint. That would never do," she frowned, honestly believing she'd pass out if Sheridan touched her breasts. "I'll have to wear something so that she can't see them. She promised to go slow; I don't need to shove them in her face." The brunette thought about the literal meaning of that statement and shivered. She could picture Sheridan's face nestled between her breasts and almost feel the sensations that it would cause. "Oh, boy... I'd really pass out!"

Keefer started rooting through her drawers, looking for a big enough shirt, and she came up with one of Danni's -- a big, orange GAP shirt. "I can't wear this to re-do my bathroom, she'll think I'm nuts," she held up the shirt to her body and looked in the mirror with a sour face. "I don't want to wear something of hers anyway. What is it still doing here?" she wondered as she threw it into the garbage. Staring at herself in the mirror, she stuck out her chest. "She really likes them, doesn't she," she turned sideways and looked at her chest. When Danni stared at her body, Keefer had always felt bad.ÝHowever, when Sheridan stared at her body, she felt very good. "I wonder why that is? They both had the same piggish look in their eyes..." she wondered about that as she crawled into bed. "Maybe it's because I want Sheridan to look at me that way? I want her to touch me and I couldn't stand Danni touching me. God, I want Sheridan to touch me, but I know I'll just faint." Various images came to her as she closed her eyes, sights she saw on channel forty-six and other things that were purely her imagination. "You better stop that, Keef... you'll never be able to look her in the eye tomorrow if you wind up touching yourself tonight!"

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"The sweetest lips... can you BE any more sappy? God!" Sheridan banged her head on the coffee table after she kicked off her boots. The dogs sat and stared at her like she was crazy. "Read any poetry lately, Sher?" she groaned. "Now she'll think I'm a romantic or something. Jeez, where did that come from anyway? The sweetest lips..." the blonde shook her head and got undressed. The dogs followed and jumped into her bed. "But she does have the best lips though... totally kissable... thoroughly suckable," she thought out loud with a far away look. "Mmm, I could get very used to kissing her, very used to it."

Sheridan snuggled into the mattress with a big smile on her face. "I can't believe she kissed me in front of the whole club. Way to go, Keefer! Danni just about croaked!" she laughed out loud. "Damn she kisses good." The blonde got comfortable amidst the dogs and sighed, "Last night all I could think about were her tits, and tonight, her lips. I'm fucking obsessed! I have to be trapped in the bathroom with her all day tomorrow... shit, how am I going to do that without touching either her lips or her tits? Maybe we can take kissing breaks... " She snorted at how childish that sounded, "God, I sound like a horny teenager... I am horny. I haven't been this horny in a long time -- since the time I spent the night at her house." Zeus huffed as if to say shut up. "You shut up, I'm sensing a pattern here... Keefer has control of my crotch somehow," she told the dog. "I see her, it wakes up and becomes louder with every passing minute I'm around her." She concentrated on that for a while before an unexpected but pleasant visual danced through her head. "Oh, yeah, she has such nice tits..." She mumbled as she tried to keep that image for her dream. "I bet they taste as good as her lips."

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Keefer woke up early, as usual, and took the dog out for a long walk. She was so excited about the prospect of spending the whole day with Sheridan, she was smiling non-stop. She stopped at the bagel store to get something for them to eat and took a shower when she got home, relishing the hot water as it ran down her body. "Shit!" she realized she probably wouldn't be able to shower after working all day and stomped her foot. Maybe we should do the shower door first? Does she need to use any glue stuff on it? How long will it take to dry? She pursed her lips as the questions ran through her head. Guess I better ask her about that first.

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Sheridan cursed herself to hell. All she dreamt about were Keefer's tits and how good they'd taste, should she have the opportunity. She wasn't grouchy about it; she was damned horny from the moment she opened her eyes. She took the dogs out and ran with them, trying to work off the frustration, but that didn't work. Now she was sitting in her car and she could smell her own arousal as she drove. "Fuck!" Keefer was sure to smell her eventually in such close quarters. Green eyes scanned the back seat to make sure she had brought everything and she grinned when she spotted the duffel bag. "Cool, spare clothes. I'm gonna need a shower after this," she smiled evilly as she imagined herself in the shower behind the new doors with Keefer. "Oh yeah, Sher, that's taking it slow. What the hell came over you anyway? Talking like the ever-so-patient girlfriend. Crap. She's NOT your girlfriend," the blonde insisted. "So what the hell is she then?" she thought as her eyebrows furrowed deeply. "If she isn't your girlfriend, what exactly is she?" she wondered. "She's not anything... yet," she said to herself. "Wait until you sleep with her and then think about it."

Sheridan spotted her brother sitting on the deck as she pulled her car into her father's driveway so she blew the horn and pretended she was going to crash into the deck. What she didn't expect was her father to open the door at that exact moment. She cursed silently and put on a remorseful expression as she got out of the car.

"Sheridan's in trouble," Steven teased.

The blonde walked up to her father and took off her baseball cap, baring the back of her head.

"Why do you do such stupid things?" he asked as he biffed her on the back of the neck.

"Love ya, too, Pop. Hey, where's that caulking gun?"

"In the garage, what are you gonna do?" Mr. Landers asked.

"I'm helping a friend fix up her john, I'll be right back," she replied as she ran for the garage.

Steven ran up behind her with a hopeful look on his face. "Can I help too? Please?" he begged with a puppy-dog face and clasped hands.

"Not this time, Stevie boy," Sheridan began gathering tools and things while her dad and brother looked on.

"Where are all your tools, Sher?"

"Mine are all grungy and nasty, I'll bring these back, I promise," she put on her puppy-dog face this time.

"Who are you trying to impress?" the older man asked with a knowing grin.

"Nobody! I just rather use yours," she rushed to explain.

"Nobody, huh?" Mr. Landers teased.

"I'm just going to help my friend Keefer out with her john, that's all," Sheridan said with as much boredom as she could.

Steven pretended to fluff his hair and made kissy-lips. "Ohhhh... Keefer, can I hold your hand?" he giggled like a girl.

"Bite me, Steven!" Sheridan blurted in embarrassment.

"Hey, stop fucking with him, Sher," her father couldn't contain his smirk. He had never seen her so flustered. "Sooo, is she pretty?" he asked.

"Pretty? She's gorgeous! I want to marry her and she's so tall, too. Great legs!" Steven said in a hurry.

"Oh? You met her?" Mr. Landers raised an eyebrow at his son.

"In the park. Sheridan was holding her hand and I thought they were gonna kiss, so I went to play with the dogs."

"That's enough, Steven," Sheridan glared at him.

"You're brother sounds just as smitten by this Keefer as you, Sheridan," the older man smiled.

"I am NOT smitten. She's damned hot and her legs do go on for days, though."

"Uh huh. Well, take your time with the tools then," he smirked. He knew better, his daughter was definitely gone.

"Thanks, Pop. I gotta go, I'm gonna be late!" She practically ran to the car."

After she peeled away, Mr. Landers patted his son on the shoulder. "So, she's really something, heh Steven?"

"She's prettier than anyone I ever saw, Pop. She was wearing shorts and her legs gave me goosebumps," he shivered at the memory.

"I can imagine. Your momma had long, beautiful legs, too," he shook his head in sympathy for his daughter. If she was anything like him, she was a goner.

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Keefer and Fifi waited on her front steps for Sheridan and when the car turned the corner, Keefer wasn't surprised to find herself blushing already.

"Hi," she waved as the blonde got out of her car. Oh, no... shorts AND a tool belt?

"Hey. Is that coffee for me?" she asked indicating the second mug on the steps. Fifi jumped up on her legs and she scratched her ears.

"Yep, there's bagels inside, too, if you're hungry."

"I am, thanks," Sheridan leaned into Keefer and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before picking up the mug. "Good morning," she said with a lopsided grin then sat down next to her.

"Morning," Keefer smiled shyly. I love that grin.

All Sheridan wanted to do was tackle the woman besides her and kiss her senseless. Just being next to her made her feel good. She didn't understand the concept, but wasn't going to question it. Keefer wanted to go slow and Sheridan was sure that jumping her on the front stoop was pushing things, so she tried to make conversation instead. "So, are you ready for all the work today?" Sher asked before sipping from her coffee.

"Very. Is that okay? It's not too cold is it?" Keefer asked worriedly, indicating the coffee.

"It's fine, relax. I'm used to drinking hours-old coffee with a layer of dust on top."

"I can't help it. You make me nervous," Keefer admitted with a small blush.

"Me? I do? Am I sitting too close?" Sheridan asked nervously.

"I see I'm not the only one. Do I make you nervous, too?"

"No... a little, I guess. I don't know how to behave around you. I don't want to make you uncomfortable; I feel like I'm not being myself and it's a little nerve wracking," Sheridan said while she fidgeted.

"Really?" Keefer raised both eyebrows. "Sheridan, you don't have to change how you act to be around me. I'm sorry I made you feel that way."

"You didn't make me feel that way, I am the one who feels like I have to be different. Keef, I'm usually so rude and piggy, I don't want to be like that around you," Sheridan said with a serious expression.

Keefer looked into those deep green eyes and felt her belly flip-flop. She respects me! How cool is that? "Please just be yourself. I don't have any expectations of you, I like you the way I met you," she smiled sincerely.

"Yeah?" Sheridan grinned.

"Yeah. Starting now, you just be your own piggy, rude self. Just act how you normally would. I'm a big girl." Just kiss me already.

"You sure about that, Keefer?" Green eyes twinkled.

"Positive." Blue eyes twinkled back.

Sheridan put down her coffee mug, took the brunette's away and did the same. She slid her hand up the back of Keefer's neck and pulled her down for a kiss. Keefer exhaled in a rush as their lips touched then wrapped her arms around Sheridan tightly. They kissed hungrily, both tongues pressing into each other's mouths, circling and wrestling with one another until Keefer let go of a barely audible groan and she pulled away.

Sheridan gave the woman a curious look. "Why are you embarrassed by making noise, Keef?"

Blue eyes looked everywhere but at Sheridan, "I just am."

"Okay then, I won't push the issue, but just know I think it's really hot to hear a woman moan."

Keefer blushed brightly. Sheridan chuckled at the predictable outcome.

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Sheridan was standing in the bathtub next to the tall inspector as they both admired the new shower doors. They worked perfectly in sync with each other, falling into a comfortable pace rather quickly. There were plenty of times where body parts brushed against sensitive regions, but they both ignored the sensations diplomatically. It got pretty dicey there a few times as the two women had to work extremely close to one another. There was a point where neither of them could let go of the freestanding doorframes and Sheridan needed to get to the other side of Keefer. The construction worker sidled under Keefer's arms and the taller woman's breasts pressed tightly into Sheridan's back and rubbed into her as she shimmied by. There was much silent prayer and lip biting at that moment, but they both survived. Now they stood, sweaty, horny and proud of their achievement.

"God, do I ever have to clean this tub!" Keefer exclaimed after looking at the various footprints and small debris.

"Yeah, well, you'll have to wait to be sure this stuff dries." Sheridan said apologetically.

Keefer slid the door open carefully, and stepped out of the tub. Being trapped in the enclosed space with nothing to take her mind off of the blonde was excruciating. She could feel Sheridan's body heat, hear her breathing so close, smell her sweat... it was turning her on like crazy. She had to escape before her nipples did their thing and alerted the construction worker to her dilemma.

"I'm sorry. You probably want to take a shower now, don't you?" Sheridan followed the tall woman out of the bathtub.

"It would be nice. I'm sure I'm pretty ripe," Keefer said as she lifted her wet hair off of the nape of her neck.

Mmmm.... looks salty. Sheridan eyed the expanse of skin momentarily until she noticed the inspector's breasts pushing against the confines of her shirt when she lifted her arms. Hello, girls! she thought as she traced both globes with her eyes. You don't know me yet, but give me time... she promised them, silently.

Keefer brought her hands down and crossed them under her breasts, noticing green eyes widen slightly as she did so. "Why don't we get to the rest of the work then, since we have all the time in the world?"

"Okay, but I could use a drink," Sheridan mentioned as she washed her hands in the sink. "Wanna come with me?"

Keefer blushed.

Sheridan smirked, then added, "To the kitchen?"

"I want to wash my face, can you grab me something cold?" Keefer grinned sheepishly at Sheridan's knowing expression. After the construction worker left the room, Keefer rolled her eyes and shook her head. You are such a jerk, she chastised herself for blushing at Sheridan's innocent comment. The one time she's not flirting...

"I brought you a beer, is that okay?"

Keefer jumped and nodded, "Yeah, I didn't hear you come in. I usually don't drink beer but... why the hell not?" she smiled and opened the can. "Cheers."

"Yeah, why the hell not..." Sheridan repeated with a devious grin.

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Her tits are taunting me! The blonde rubbed a dirty hand over her face. That's the hundredth time they've poked me! She tried to turn the screwdriver confidently but her hand was sweating. Five beers later and Sheridan still couldn't cool off. She could see the tall woman's reflection in the mirror and she was as turned on as Sheridan was. Dammit all to hell. Slow, I said... how can I possibly go slow? Just look at her face!

Keefer stood behind Sheridan, holding the new medicine chest in place while the blonde fastened it to the wall. Every time Sheridan pulled her elbow back to twist the screwdriver, her shoulder bumped into the taller woman's breast. Keefer was sweating profusely at this time; her nipples were rigid as could be, especially the one that was being constantly jostled. Every so often, Sheridan's butt would bump back into her crotch, causing an electric current to flow down her legs. To say Keefer was turned on was an understatement -- she was on fire. Watching the construction worker's muscles playing under her sweat-slickened skin was driving her insane... and the way she was standing, sort of straddled, made her leg muscles pronounced and in those shorts, Keefer couldn't miss a thing.

Sheridan was grateful that this was the last touch in the bathroom. She turned the screwdriver the last time, mercifully so, it was the last time she'd touch that god-forsaken breast. "That'll do it!" she exclaimed proudly.

Keefer stepped back and tried to compose herself. She wanted to curl herself up in a ball and crawl into the freezer right that second.

"Well?" Sheridan gestured around the bathroom.

"It looks great. Everything looks great, Sher! Thank you so much!" The construction worker standing there with her arms outstretched looked too much like an invitation to the overheated brunette. She reacted entirely on impulse and walked into the open arms, pinning Sheridan against the wall.

Sheridan's heart beat loudly as she encircled the tall woman. They were both hot and sweaty, it reminded her too much of sex and she found herself taking deep breaths to control her impulses.

Oddly enough, it was Keefer whose body adjusted until they were face to face. The smaller, muscular body felt incredible pressed up against her own. She made the mistake of looking Sheridan in the eyes and drowned at the look of lust in them.

"You're very welcome," the blonde said in a husky voice, her hands traveling slowly down the expanse of the tall woman's back.

Keefer licked her dry lips while her eyes fixated on Sheridan's wet full ones.

Their lips came together hard and fast, both mouths opened simultaneously as tongues probed and searched hungrily. Keefer pressed hard into Sheridan's body and the blonde groaned deeply and pulled away.

"Keefer... if you truly want me to go slow, you're going to have to move away from me very quickly," the construction worker said breathily, her fingers hooking into Keefer's waistband.

"Okay," the brunette nodded, her eyes never leaving Sheridan's lips, her body never moving from its place.

"I mean it," Sheridan warned.

"It feels so good in your arms... kissing you," Keefer said quietly, glancing up into half-lidded eyes.

"I want you so badly right now, Keef. Unless you're ready for me, please back up," this time, she begged.

Keefer backed up slowly, reluctantly. A part of her wanted Sheridan to take her right there on the bathroom floor. Another, saner, part of her realized she wouldn't have allowed it to happen. Not in broad daylight, not this sweaty and dirty, and not this soon. "I'm sorry... I don't know why..."

"No harm, Keef. Just don't touch me for a little bit," Sheridan said while closing her eyes and leaning her head back on the wall.

Keefer's gaze traveled the length of the blonde's body ending at her smooth neck, watching as the smaller woman swallowed heavily. That insane part of her wanted to throw herself at the construction worker in all her sweaty glory like some slut, the other part fought for control. Look at the effect you have on her! She can hardly stand up! Keefer felt rather cocky for a few moments. Get a grip. You can't handle it yet; you're not ready for this and you know it.

"Okay, I'm good."

"I'm really sorry, Sher," Keefer said sadly.

"Look, if you're not ready, you're not ready," the blonde shrugged.

"I don't know," Keefer said in frustration. "A part of me is. Really is. Another part of me is scared. I don't know that I can let myself... what I mean is... when I really am ready, I don't know that I'll allow..."

"I know. Don't you worry. I won't force you into anything, I promise. If I sense you really don't want something, I'll stop. Scout's honor."

Keefer smiled in relief. Sheridan really did understand her. "You were never a girl scout," she teased.

"Hey, don't I look the type?" Sheridan pretended to be offended.

"No, and don't even try to tell me that you ate a brownie," Keefer smirked.

"Never," the construction worker smiled at the old joke.

They stared at each other in silence for a long while, comfortable with each other again.

"Thank you, Sher. I didn't mean to put us in that position."

"No problem. Hey, I think you can shower now."

"Bless you!" Keefer couldn't resist duckling in for a quick kiss before darting to her bedroom for some clean clothes.

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Sheridan relaxed on the couch while Keefer prepared a late dinner. She felt much better after showering away all the dirt and sweat, and was far less horny, too. She was very comfortable sitting there, watching television and it made her think. She never felt this relaxed in another woman's home before... not to mention a woman like Keefer who made her blood race just by looking at her. In fact, she couldn't remember ever spending this much time in any woman's home without sex being involved in one way or another. Sheridan didn't ponder it too long; she was far too at ease to get deep.

"Almost ready," Keefer called from the kitchen. "Do you want to eat in there?"

"I'll eat wherever it's convenient."

"Okay, I'll bring it in."

Sheridan was up on her feet in a heartbeat and heading for the kitchen. "Don't think you have to wait on me, Keefer. I'm not Danni."

Keefer gave Sheridan a puzzled but annoyed look, "I never said that you were."

"Well, I can carry a dish, you know. I don't want you to feel like you have to cater to me."

"I don't... I suppose it's habit," Keefer admitted, still slightly miffed at the insinuation.

"Hey, I'm sorry about that crack, it was wrong of me," Sheridan said with sincerity.

"It's okay. I guess I just got used to tending to her. Anyway, I would never compare you to her."

They walked into the living room with dinner and more beer. They settled down at the coffee table and ate in silence for some time.

"I don't think you are anything alike," the brunette said while raising a fork full of food.

"Come on. You're first impression of me wasn't so great," Sheridan grimaced with the memory.

"I thought you were classless -- at first, that is. I thought you were arrogant and rude," Keefer confessed with a small smile.

"And then what happened?"

"You broke Danni's nose in my honor."

Sheridan puffed up.

"Then I thought you were a brute," Keefer grinned as Sheridan deflated. "Then I looked into your eyes and they were full of fire." She looked down and studied her plate. "It turned me on."

Sheridan puffed up again, "I was plenty pissed off."

"I could tell, but I also saw the way you looked at me," Keefer blushed.

"How was that?" Sheridan teased.

"Hungry," Keefer said and quickly drank some beer.

"Was I ever. That was a horrible night. There I was, horny as I ever been..." Sheridan stopped short. This was not a story to share with Keefer. Danni and Susan in the next stall ruining her masturbatory fantasies about the woman sitting next to her.

Keefer was going to ask Sheridan to go on, but to her great surprise, the blonde began to blush brightly. "Well now... that's a switch!" she giggled.

"Yeah... well," Sheridan stuttered with embarrassment.

"Do go on," Keefer urged teasingly. Ý

"Uh, no. Not that story. Trust me," Sheridan cleared her throat nervously.

"I know some of it. I know that you told me you were this close," she held up her thumb and pointer in a teeny gesture, "...and you never got... there," Keefer grinned. "What happened?"

"We were interrupted. I was distracted," Sheridan blushed hotly. "Hey, since when do you want to talk about sex, anyway?

"Since about three beers ago," Keefer smiled lopsidedly.

"Well, no more beers for you, then. Lush."

"Pullease. Those are exactly the type of women you look for. Drunk and easy."

Sheridan's eyes widened, "Why listen to you talk, miss potty mouth."

"God, I'm sorry!" Keefer blushed dark red. "I am so embarrassed."

Sheridan chuckled, "Now, that's more like the Keefer I know."

"Well, since I'm on a roll, and I'm just about as red as I'll get, what distracted you that night?"

"Nosy aren't you?'

"You're avoiding the question, Sher, why?" Keefer teased. She was so close to daring Sheridan to tell her. She had no idea why she was so curious in the first place, maybe it was the alcohol, but for some reason, she felt she needed to know.

"Because. Finish eating so I can tuck your lush ass into bed," the blonde said while pointing to Keefer's plate.

"You won't tell me and you can't lie to me, huh? It must be juicy. Was she doing something wrong?"

"You're way off track," Sheridan said with a smirk.

Keefer pretended to think real hard.

"Don't hurt yourself," the blonde laughed.

"Someone walked in on you?" Keefer guessed.

"This is killing you, isn't it?"

"You opened your eyes and the woman wasn't who you wanted it to be?"

Sheridan paled and cleared her throat, drinking a large gulp of beer to cover her nervousness.

"That's it, isn't it? You were fantasizing about someone else! I guessed it!" Keefer got up and did a silly little victory dance.

"Yeah, so you guessed it, sit down and sober up. I don't like you drunk any more," Sheridan pouted.

Keefer got on her knees in front of the pouting woman and smiled triumphantly. "Who were you thinking about?" she questioned with a smirk.

Sheridan looked everywhere but at Keefer and licked her lips nervously.

Keefer's smirk faded as she read the blonde's facial expression loud and clear. Her mouth hung open and she pointed to herself in shock. "Me?" she squeaked.

"Yeah, you. Are you happy now?" Sheridan stood up abruptly and brought her plate into the kitchen.

Keefer sat there on the floor suddenly very sober. "Oh, my god," she muttered to herself before getting up and bringing her own plate inside.

Sheridan moved a little to the side to make room for Keefer by the sink. She was embarrassed for some reason and it made her confused. "Just for that, you have to confess something to me," she pouted at the sink, not willing to look at Keefer.

"Okay."

"You agree? Just like that? You really must be drunk," Sheridan chuckled.

"Actually, I'm pretty damned sober right now. You really fantasized about me?" she asked in amazement. "You can have any woman you want and you wanted me?"

"Well, at the time, you popped into my mind. I couldn't help it," Sheridan confessed.

"It happened to me, too," Keefer said directly to the fork she was washing.

Sheridan laughed out loud, "No way! While you were with Danni? How cool is that?"

"I was... alone," she said quietly, this time to her knife.

Oooo... Sheridan grinned cockily. "Oh yeah?" she asked trying to make Keefer look at her.

The tall woman nodded.

Okay, she's way too embarrassed here. "I did that a few times myself." Blue eyes darted to green. "You know, by myself, thinking about you."

"You did? You're not just saying that to make me feel better?" Keefer turned to face Sheridan.

"Nope. Want me to name days?"

Just the thought of Sheridan touching herself had Keefer turned on all over again. The very idea that she was thinking of her while doing it made her break out in a sweat. "No, you don't have to name days, I believe you."

"Wanna know what you were doing to me?" Sheridan teased, testing Keefer's breaking point.

"NO!" The tall woman blushed furiously.

"Just asking," she chuckled.

Keefer threw the sponge at the blonde and left the room.

"Okay, just teasing you," Sheridan laughed from the kitchen.

"Just get in here and sit next to me, please," Keefer called from the living room.

"You got it."

part 17

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