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©2001 -Vertigo-

Keefer picked herself up off of the floor where she had been for over an hour. She was naked, cold and emotionally exhausted. She sat there crying for a long time after Danni left. Keefer wasn't even sure she knew the reason why she was crying, but she couldn't stop once she'd started and just let it go.

She had let Fifi out of the den as soon as Danni left and the mutt hadn't left her side since. She whined at her mommy, for her mommy, frustrated that she wouldn't stop crying even when she licked her face.

Keefer took a couple of deep breaths before she took out a folding chair from the closet and wedged it under the doorknob to the front door. Then she went into her bedroom, yanked her robe off the hook and marched back into the bathroom. She muttered to herself as she turned on the water and tested the temperature.

"Who does she think she is... goddamned son of a bitch... trying to take a shower... like she owns the place... break her fucking legs..."

Fifi watched curiously as her mommy dropped the robe and walked into the shower, flinging the curtain violently as she did.

Keefer worked the shampoo into her long black hair angrily. She had gotten past the shock of Danni's sudden appearance, the humiliation of getting caught with her hand between her legs and now, she was angry. She was angry with herself for crying, for hitting Danni and for allowing Danni that moment to make her feel like she was weak and helpless.

"I am not weak... I don't need her to make me feel good... that stupid shit... wait 'til I get out of here... call Sheridan... change those locks..." The tall woman soaped up her body roughly as she continued to mumble. She had never been so angry in her life and the fact that she let Danni get her in this state of mind pissed her off even more.

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Sheridan bounded down the steps into the club tonight, blew a kiss at Verna and jumped directly on the stage. She stood there scanning the half-empty building, cursing each time the swirling red light hit her in the eyes. She was sure there was a woman out there with her name written all over her, she just had to find her.

Sharon and Marie stood by the bar and watched their friend searching through the crowd. They both knew that particular look on Sheridan's face and were already taking bets on which woman would be the lucky one.

Greg was about to shriek his hello when Sheridan jumped off the stage and walked through the crowd with a purpose. He snickered to himself and shrugged his shoulders. No biggie, He thought with a smirk. There were plenty of good-looking men to dance with tonight, Sheridan wasn't planning on staying very long.

Green eyes locked on the shyly grinning woman. Sheridan had fucked her before and, if she remembered correctly, she was very good. Melanie? She was about 5'9" in her heels and had a body to die for. The construction worker felt a pulling in her groin when the woman smiled seductively, crooking her finger and beckoning the blonde to come over. Or was it Donna? Sheridan nearly leapt to cover the distance between them, coming to a halt in front of the sexy woman. She lifted her arm up and braced her hand against the wall near the woman's head, her curly brown hair tickling her wrist as her leather jacket rode up on her arm. Maybe it was Rachel...

"Hi, Sheridan," she smiled as she spoke.

"Hey there, sexy," the blonde winked and grinned.

The curly haired woman ran her fingernails across Sheridan's abdomen and delighted in the way the smaller woman twitched at the touch. "Ooo, I'd say you're on a mission," she teased, her nails raking up and down the blonde's torso. "Anyone in particular?" she cocked her head and licked her lips, loving the hitch in Sheridan's breathing.

"Touch my tits again and, so help me, I'll fuck you right here."

The woman snaked her hand up the back of Sheridan's jacket and pulled her neck down, she teasingly licked the blonde's lips and rubbed herself against the trembling, muscular body in front of her. "Do it, baby," she breathed against Sheridan's lips.

The blonde growled and scooped up the taller woman, practically throwing her over her shoulder and marched up the stairs towards the bathroom.

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Keefer groaned loudly, licking her dry lips as the hungry mouth closed around her sensitive nipple. She opened her legs wider to allow the muscular blonde to slide between them, a lewd invitation that Sheridan accepted. Their slick bodies slid against each other, the friction felt delicious and Keefer opened her knees wider. Sheridan licked a hot path from nipple to neck, biting and sucking hungrily, marking the skin and Keefer trembled. Blue eyes popped open at the sudden loss of sensation to find swollen lips hovering above her mouth. She reached up and wrapped a long arm around Sheridan's neck, pulling her down into a long awaited kiss. Keefer groaned desperately, trying to suck as much of the frantic tongue into her mouth as she could.

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Sheridan braced both hands on the stall dividers and dropped her head back in pleasure, her exposed breasts pointed skyward as her back arched. The hot lips sucked at her throat, biting and nipping their way on a downward path. Hands slid into her pants, clutching her naked ass as the nails dug into her skin. She lifted a booted foot onto the toilet seat, thrusting her hips forward, urging the hands to touch her where she needed it. She licked her lips, still tasting the lipstick smeared all over them from frantic kisses.

"Touch me... now..." she begged.

"Patience, Sheridan," came the hot reply in her ear.

"Fuck patience..."

The construction worker reached down, pulled a hand from her ass and thrust it down the front of her pants, she moaned at the blissful contact. An image blinked behind her eyelids, a flash of the tall inspector's face. No... not now... She opened her eyes and focused on the curly haired woman's face.

"Oh, my god... you are so fucking wet!"

"Just touch me... shit, yeah," Sheridan gasped as the fingers dug into her ass and into her sex.

"You're so fucking horny, Sheridan," the woman stated breathlessly, rubbing her cheek against a straining nipple.

"Don't stop..."

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Keefer sat up on the couch, taking in huge gulps of air. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her neck cold and damp. Her sex was soaking wet and throbbing painfully.

"Good god!" she exclaimed as her whole body shook with arousal.

The dream felt so real. The tall woman rose on shaky legs and ran to the bathroom to check her neck; she moved her hair all around but found no marks. Somewhere in her addled brain she knew she'd find nothing there, but she had to look, she could still feel the hot wet mouth on her skin.

Sitting down on the toilet, Keefer ran her hands through her hair. It was wet at the nape of her neck and at her temples. She let her fingers slip through the damp hair, marveling at it, wondering why she was sweating at all.

It's not hot in here... why am I so sweaty?

She shivered and crossed her legs tightly when the goose bumps spread down them, her hips jerked uncontrollably. Her body was hyper sensitive and she had no idea what was going on. Her nipples were harder than she'd ever remembered them being. She stretched her T-shirt over her breasts to look at them, the fabric pulling against them made her shiver violently yet again. Wetness gathered between her legs and she uncrossed them to try and get the cool air on her hot flesh. Lifting the hem of her shirt, she fanned it over her crotch, completely in awe at her own body.

"Holy shit... what a dream!" She shook her head back and forth to try and shake the feelings that were coursing through her body. "Wow. Can she possibly do that to me?"

Keefer sat there on the toilet, not believing what her sleeping mind had dreamed up, in total shock at her subconscious reactions. Finally, her body began easing down from the bowstring tension that had taken it over and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Getting up and looking at the clock, she saw it was only eleven thirty. Her first thought was of what Sheridan was doing at this moment... and with whom.

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"Do you need me inside?" the woman asked as a strong grip on her wrist pushed her hand down lower.

"Yeah...." Sheridan gasped.

The brown haired woman slipped her fingers inside the drenched opening, the muscles there held her tightly. "Hard or slow?"

"I don't care..." the blonde moaned in frustration.

The Ride of the Valkerie started playing from the general area of Sheridan's ass.

"What the hell is that?"

"Never mind it... it's my phone..." Sheridan grabbed a handful of brown hair and pulled the woman towards her breast.

"Sher... it's not stopping... it's pretty late, maybe it's an emergency."

The blonde growled dangerously, yanked her phone out of her back pocket and began to yell. "I don't know this fucking number..." She suddenly stopped and yanked her shirt down over her tits. Keefer?

The brown haired woman pulled her hand out from between Sheridan's legs and waited.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Sheridan? It's Keefer."

Sheridan pushed the other woman out of the way and left the stall. She covered the mouthpiece and mouthed for the woman to wait for her. Loud music blared over the phone.

"Sheridan?"

"Yeah, just wait a second, I gotta go outside to the patio to hear you better."

The construction worker was trying to tuck her shirt back in her pants with a shaking hand, her bra was all twisted up around her tits and she was breathing very heavily. "Yeah, I can hear you now," she said with a slight tremor in her voice.

"Are you alright? You're not busy are you?"

"No." Not any more. "Are you alright?" she asked hesitantly, the tone of Keefer's voice worried her.

"Ummm, well, Danni was here before and well... I just wanted to know..."

"Are you okay? Did she hurt you? Do you need me to come over?"

There was a long pause. Keefer really had no idea why she called other than to hear Sheridan's voice. She really didn't know if she could look at the blonde in the eyes after that dream, but now that she offered up the opportunity to be with her, she wasn't sure she could turn it down.

"Keefer! Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I mean, if it's okay with you. I don't want to pull you away from... something..."

"I'll be right there. Don't open the door until you see me."

"Um, can I ask you something?"

Sheridan swallowed hard. Oh god. "Anything."

"Would you be able to change my lock?"

The blonde blew out a breath, "Sure. I'll be right there."

The brown-haired woman found Sheridan on the patio banging her head against the brick wall. "Stop that! Is everything okay?"

"Look, I gotta go. A friend is pretty upset and she needs me there," Sheridan said, her forehead resting against the wall.

The woman ran her nails down the construction worker's neck. "Must be some friend, Sheridan. I was gonna fuck you 'til you couldn't stand."

Sheridan groaned pathetically, her sex clenching at the words. "Yeah... I know. I'm sorry."

"Maybe next time then."

"Yeah." If I live that long...

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Keefer hung up the phone and panicked. "Oh, no... I can't look at her in the eyes! Not after what I just dreamed! The things I've been feeling, the things I've been doing!" The brunette ran around her house in an attempt to clean it up. She quickly rinsed out the tall glass and washed her dinner dishes. "Oh, my god... I'm not wearing underwear!" she shrieked and ran into her room.

Fifi followed her frantic mommy in confusion from room to room.

Keefer ran into the den and straightened up the futon, hesitating briefly, wondering if Sheridan would stay the night again and if she'd be able to control herself this time. "Oh, my god! Her bra is on my bed!"

The tall inspector ran around the house like a lunatic until she was sure everything was perfect. She had no idea why she was acting this way, but didn't have time to think about it. The club was only minutes from her house, she had to hurry.

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Sheridan glared at the man in the next car as he watched her shove her hands up her shirt and fix her bra. Leaning her head out the window she yelled, "Yeah, buddy! I'm a stupid moron! Keep staring at me!" The blonde banged on the steering wheel hard and glanced in the car on the other side. She opened the passenger window and leaned over to that side. "That's right, lady, I coulda gotten laid... but noooooo." The light changed and Sheridan peeled out, startling the two drivers who gave her obnoxious looks. "Oh yeah, she had her fucking hand in my pussy... and I'm going to keep Keefer COMPANY! The hottest woman on the face of the earth needs a hug... AND I'M GOING!" she yelled out into the night. "Jesus fucking Christ! What is wrong with me?" she questioned her sanity as her clit steadily reminded her of her need. She tilted her head down and pointed at her crotch "You shut up! I know I'm an idiot, I don't need you to remind me." The man from earlier raised both eyebrows at this action. Sheridan growled at him. "You have no idea, buddy... just keep driving."

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Keefer watched as the small, black sports car pulled into her driveway. She saw the blonde get out of the car and punch at the air several times, then jump up and down like a child having a tantrum. She cocked an eyebrow and stared curiously at the construction worker as she took three steps towards the house, then three steps back to the car and continued to do this ritual for long moments. What the hell is she doing? Blue eyes opened wide as she watched the woman in her driveway point at her crotch and speak to it. Oh, god, I know exactly what she's doing. Keefer felt terrible all of a sudden. It all clicked just then: Sheridan's shaky voice on the phone, her heavy breathing, her little temper tantrum. She was most definitely in the middle of something back at the club and Keefer felt miserable for interrupting it. Well, it's true then, she really is a slut... she thought briefly, watching the short blonde compose herself before walking up to her door. After the bell rang, Keefer opened the door and the sight that was before her made her heart pound. Oh boy, that's what she looks like when she's... needy...

"Hey," Sheridan waved slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, come in," Keefer blushed at being caught staring and stepped aside to let Sheridan in.

"Are you okay?" the blonde asked.

Keefer noticed the stiff movements and shook her head. "Are you sure I didn't interrupt something, Sheridan? You seem rather tense."

SHE HAD HER FINGERS INSIDE ME AND I WAS GOING TO COME! "No, it's alright. I'll get over it." What's another day? she groaned inwardly. "Um, believe it or not, I have cylinders in my car, I can change the locks right now."

"You do? Why would you have them in the car? Are they for work?" Keefer asked as she motioned for Sheridan to follow her into the living room.

"Well, they were for work, but we didn't need them. I was going to bring them back, but keep forgetting. No one will notice one set missing," the blonde smiled deviously.

Keefer's stomach fluttered at the look, she couldn't hide her expression of want.

Sheridan blinked rapidly. Oh god... oh god... please don't tell me she wants to have sex... not now, not with me... "You okay?"

"Uhh, yeah. Just thinking." Keefer took a deep breath, "I'd like very much if you could change those locks now."

"Did Danni hurt you? What happened before?"

"No, she didn't hurt me. She surprised me."

"How did you get her to leave?"

"I hit her."

"You hit her?" Sheridan laughed out loud. "Boy, she must have really pissed you off. What did she do?"

"She just caught me off guard, is all," Keefer looked away and cleared her throat. She couldn't tell Sheridan what really happened. She'd rather die first.

Sheridan sensed there was much more to the story, but let it rest. "I'll go get the locks. I'll be right back."

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Keefer sat on a chair in the kitchen watching discreetly as Sheridan tinkered with her door. Blue eyes traveled up and down the kneeling frame, hesitating on a flexing bicep as she twisted the screwdriver, on a straining thigh as she held the door in place. The tall woman was fidgeting in her seat, Sheridan sure looked good when she was working. Keefer started thinking about what other things she needed done around the house and if she could get the blonde to do them.

"Hey, Keefer?"

The brunette wiped the silly grin off of her face and walked quickly to Sheridan's side, squatting down to her level.

Keefer's closeness made the blonde's eyes narrow. She could smell how clean she was, and she closed her eyes momentarily to compose herself. "I need you to hold both these doorknobs for me while I tighten this."

"Sure." Keefer stood up and did as she was asked.

Sheridan almost swooned. If she turned her head to the side, her face would be in Keefer's crotch. She didn't know if it was wishful thinking or not, but she swore she could smell Keefer's arousal. She took a deep breath and turned her head slightly, a vision of Keefer's naked body immediately came to mind and Sheridan's imagination went wild. Her mouth watered and she swallowed, physically shaking the images from her head.

Keefer watched Sheridan curiously, wondering what was going on with her until the blonde inhaled and swallowed. Oh! Is she smelling me? Can she really smell me? Oh god, I think she can... Keefer's breathing came in nervous spurts. She closed her eyes... is she imagining me naked? The look on her face... she likes what ever it is she sees very, very much.

Sheridan gathered her wits just enough to finish the job. She stood up abruptly, ducking out from the circle of Keefer's long arms before she straightened out. "I uh..." she wiped a hand over her face, "I'm gonna need a drink." And pour it down my pants, please -- I seem to be smoldering.

Keefer took note of Sheridan's nervous demeanor and couldn't help a grin from spreading across her face. I did that to her! She's all flustered because I was standing so close to her! Do I have that kind of power over that kind of woman? Her heart was beating quickly as she wiped her sweaty palms on her T-shirt. "What would you like?"

"Anything. Cold, it has to be very cold," Sheridan managed through clenched teeth.

Oh, wow! She's really a mess! Over me! "Sure, feel free to turn on the television."

Sheridan watched as Keefer left the room and she grabbed at her crotch and groaned. I can't believe this is my life. Her underwear felt uncomfortably wet and she was sure her clit was actually turning blue. Why me?

Keefer appeared quickly with a cold bottle of water and handed the whole thing to Sheridan. She giggled as the construction worker shoved the bottle up her shirt. "Hot, Sheridan?

"You have no idea," she groused, taking the bottle out and opening it. Would she think I'm completely insane if I poured it down my pants?

"Um, I'm sorry. You didn't have to come over. I obviously interrupted something and I feel terrible," Keefer hung her head.

"No, it's alright. She'll keep. It's me I'm worried about," Sheridan raised her eyebrows after she said that out loud. "I mean, I'll live." She gulped down the water.

"I don't know about that," Keefer teased, finding the blonde's embarrassment to her liking. "You look like a wreck."

What's this? She's talking sex? "Well, it's been a while, and the phone call came at a very odd moment," the blonde waited to se how far Keefer would take this line of conversation.

"Odd? Or do you mean just plain awful?"

Sheridan held up her hand and made a 'teeny' gesture with her fingers, "I was this close."

Keefer blushed profusely. "Oh," she sat down on the couch and continued to blush.

Sheridan grinned and sat next to her, knocking into her with her shoulder. "Hey, it's okay... no harm done. I can always take care of it myself."

Keefer felt her ears burn. Oh, please don't give me that food for thought...

Sheridan stifled a snort. Her head is going to explode! "Keefer, I didn't mean to embarrass you. I'm sorry."

"No, no... I'm just, well I don't usually talk like that with anyone."

"I know, I'm sorry." She stuck out her bottom lip and ducked her head under Keefer's, "Forgive me?"

The tall woman laughed at the sight, "You're good at that. I forgive you."

"Cool!" Sheridan stood up and stretched her arms over her head. "Look it's one in the morning. I should go."

"You don't have to go," Keefer blurted out quickly.

"I don't really want to intrude. With your new locks and all, you might want to run around the house naked or something," she snickered.

"I don't run around the house naked!" Keefer laughed.

"Sure you do... admit it," Sheridan teased, catching the pillow that was thrown at her.

"I do not! You run around your house naked, I bet," Keefer giggled.

"Yeah, it's a wonderful thing. In fact, maybe I will stay over here and run around your house naked."

Keefer turned red. I wouldn't survive. I'd drop dead in seconds.

"Okay, I'm just fooling ya, but by all means, feel free if you want."

"You're a pig, Sheridan," Keefer blushed.

"Hey, always willing to see a beautiful woman naked," Sheridan winked.

The brunette blushed even more. "Oh, stop that."

"Okay, okay, but I never lie to you."

"Oh, yes you did. You came over here to replace my locks instead of... you know," she smiled sheepishly.

"I can get that anytime. It's not often I can sit in the company of such a beautiful woman."

"Oh, you're really good... I almost believe you." Keefer swatted at Sheridan's shoulder. God that's hard!

"I speak the truth. Come on, beautiful, lets get you all tucked in." I have matters to attend to.

The brunette still blushed, but felt all warm and fuzzy at the same time. She's so full of it, but damn is she cute.

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The two women sat on Keefer's bed, neither one were tired at first and they got to talking about nonsense things just to keep each other close. Neither one knew the other had the same agenda, and so both sat willingly and chatted. After some inane conversation, Keefer fell silent. Sheridan wondered if it had anything to do with what happened earlier and figured there's no better time to ask. She sat cross-legged facing Keefer who had trouble looking her in the eyes.

"So, do you want to talk about what happened with Danni earlier?"

"Nothing happened, really."

"Something happened bad enough for you to want your locks changed real quick."

"She came in while I was in the shower... scared me a bit," Keefer said nervously, picking at her nails.

"That would be pretty scary." Fucking asswipe... I could kill her. "Are you sure she didn't hurt you?"

"No, she never hit me or anything like that. I can't believe I hit her. Man, was I mad."

"What happened?" Sheridan asked genuinely concerned. She couldn't imagine Keefer getting mad enough to hit anyone.

"I can't tell you," the brunette whispered, sadly.

"Was she talking about me? Is that why you can't tell me?" the blonde reached out and turned Keefer's chin so she was facing her. Blue eyes still looked away.

"A little, but mostly she was talking about me," she admitted quietly.

Sheridan saw the tears forming in Keefer's eyes and it hurt her stomach. She was on autopilot as she pulled the tall woman close and wrapped her arms around her. "It's alright. I'm sure she was only trying to get you upset. I bet none of what she was saying was true."

Keefer hesitantly wrapped one arm around Sheridan, ducking her face in the crook of her neck.

"Am I right? I bet she was talking nonsense." Except the part about me.

"No, she was telling the truth," Keefer breathed into the blonde's neck.

Sheridan rubbed gentle circles on Keefer's back; her free hand slid up into thick black hair and cradled her head. "What..." Sheridan had to stop and breathe a second as long fingers wrapped around her bicep. "What did she say? I'll tell you if it's true."

Keefer breathed Sheridan's scent in deeply, she wondered if the construction worker could feel it when her nipples stiffened. "Please don't make me tell you." You'll find out soon enough if we don't break this up.

Sheridan pulled back and looked into teary blue eyes. I bet I know what she told her, that stinkin' little fuck. Let me go out on a limb here... "I'll bet you any amount of money that whatever she said about you is a big fat lie. In fact, I bet that one day, I'll give you proof."

Keefer gulped loudly at that. Jesus... I think I just got wet! "Uhm... I don't think you'll get the opportunity, Sheridan." I don't want you to find out.

Bingo! In knew it! Only one way to fix that...

Keefer's eyes opened wide when she saw what was about to happen. Suddenly, all the blood in her body rushed to her head as Sheridan's soft lips covered her own. It was over so quickly that Keefer almost didn't believe it happened.

Sheridan felt her heart beating madly against her chest. She didn't figure on her own body reacting to that small innocent kiss as it did. She had to bite her tongue to keep it in her own mouth. GOD! That was a stupid thing to do! Every bit of arousal came screaming back between her legs when she looked at Keefer's dreamy expression.

Keefer took a moment to catch her breath before licking her lips. They felt suddenly empty and she wanted desperately to pull Sheridan in for more. Realizing she was clutching the blonde's bicep tightly, she snatched her hand away and looked guilty.

"You are an extremely desirable woman, Keefer, and anyone who is stupid enough to treat you any less than you deserve to be treated isn't worth crying over."

"Thank you," the inspector whispered.

"Aw, there's plenty more where that came from," Sheridan joked.

"I meant for the kind words," Keefer smiled then added quietly, "but the kiss wasn't so bad either."

Sheridan grinned knowingly. "You ain't kidding, woman. It jump-started me all over again," she laughed.

Keefer blushed. "One kiss?"

"Yeah well... I'm easy," she kidded.

"So I hear," Keefer retorted in kind.

"Good news travels fast. Are you sure you don't mind having me in your bed? All sorts of rumors may fly."

"Actually, I don't give a rat's ass about rumors. I'd like it very much if you stayed in here tonight." There, I said it.

"Yeah? In the same bed? Are you sure? It's gonna be a long night!

"I'm positive. I really don't want you to go," Keefer said shyly. "I mean, if it's okay with you."

"Sure, you only live once," the blonde laughed, flopping herself back into the pillows.

"Oh, would it be so terrible to sleep in a bed with a woman and not have sex?" I said sex?

"Depends on the woman," Sheridan said, wiggling her eyebrow.

"I'm sure you'll live. You said it yourself."

"I'm not too sure now," she muttered into her pillow.

To be continued...in Part 9

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