Keefer had never known such a good feeling as when she thought about time spent with?Sheridan -- especially when they kissed. She could kiss her for days. The construction worker had a way with her lips that curled Keefer's toes. When she thought about it, though she tried not to, she and Danni hardly ever kissed, Keefer hadn't felt the urge. She certainly felt the urge to kiss Sheridan; she hardly wanted to do anything else when in her presence. She knew, after their first kiss in the club, that she wanted to do just that forever. She blushed as she thought about how bold a move that was, but in the end, she couldn't have asked for a better outcome.

There were things that worried the tall woman, too. Things she'd rather not linger on,?like,?'Will Sheridan be going out tonight?' and 'Will she be with someone else?' 'Was this a one-time thing for the blonde?' Will I ever get to be with her again... like that? Keefer thought for a moment. What exactly was that, anyway? It wasn't just sex -- I know what sex is like. What we did was more, it was incredible, it was... intense. Keefer dumped the pasta into the strainer as she pondered that.

With Danni, sex wasn't nearly as fulfilling; it had been a chore, if anything. The redhead just did what she wanted and Keefer struggled through the whole thing for a forced, unpleasant orgasm. With Sheridan, though... Oh, with Sheridan... her cheeks flushed deeply with the memory of a myriad of?sensations. Everywhere she'd touched was an erogenous zone. Everything she did had a definite reaction, a good reaction from Keefer's body.

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Sheridan let the hot water beat on the back of her neck. It felt great. Everything felt great... except for a little part of her that felt confused. It gave her the impression that something big was going on, it was as if she were anticipating something monumental, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Every time she tried, it slipped away and she forgot about it until it popped up again. It presented itself in the form of a persistent tugging in her stomach. She originally thought she might be getting sick, but she couldn't be. She was starving and so looking forward to dinner. With Keefer. There it was again. Sheridan puzzled over it while she dried off, but just like it appeared it was gone and she shrugged it off.

The blonde smiled as she relived some of the day's moments. Never before had she felt the insistent desire to simply kiss another woman. Her encounters were usually brief and often anonymous, she'd never had the desire to kiss the women. Once and a while, yes, but not like she desired Keefer's kisses. She almost needed to kiss the inspector. She couldn't tear herself away from her that afternoon, it felt so good to hold her in her arms and just neck like a couple of teenagers.

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Keefer poured the spaghetti back into the pot and started to season the sauce. The way she felt under my fingers... Danni was never as receptive and hardly as patient, either. Then again, I couldn't have cared less what her stomach muscles were doing... or what they tasted like. Keefer cleared her throat, noticing that Fifi was staring at her, head cocked as if she were reading her mind. "What? You'll get your meatballs; just wait until Sheridan gets back. I'm sure she'll see to it."

Fifi's tail swept the floor at the sound of the blonde's name. She was the one who made mommy so happy. Fifi was smart, she could tell the difference in her mommy. The good smelling blonde woman made her smile and laugh and mommy acted in a way she never had as long as Fifi could remember. Wait a minute -- did she say meatballs?

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Sheridan looked all over the place, but still couldn't find her black bra. She threw her towel at Pharaoh, knowing he had something to do with its disappearance and decided against the bra. Fuck it, she's seen my tits already. At that thought, the blonde smirked, Did she ever... I think they're her favorite part of my body. Sheridan chuckled out loud. And hers are mine, well, next to her pussy, that's pretty damned wonderful, too. Man, I can't believe how wet she got for me! Shit, she tasted so good. I can't wait until she lets me taste her.

Sheridan wasn't aware of it yet, but she'd just given Keefer more deliberation with that one thought than she'd ever given a woman in her life. "Guys! I'm leaving now!" Sheridan called from the door. Two large dogs came running through the apartment to see her off. "Now, you guys be good, I don't know if I'm coming home tonight. I love you both," the blonde said as she kissed both dogs on the nose before leaving.

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Keefer stirred the sauce once more before turning the flame all the way down. "Sheridan should be here any second, Feefs." She smiled with that realization and went to go look at herself in the mirror. "You look good, Keef," she told her reflection, smiling even wider. The doorbell rang and she darted into the living room to answer it.

"Hey," the blonde smiled.

Sheridan was leaning against the doorframe in such a way that it made Keefer's heart speed up. "You look good," she said coolly, despite her sudden need for air.

"You look beautiful," Sheridan answered and sauntered in.

Keefer couldn't keep her eyes from tracking the blonde's rear as it passed her by. Jeez, I've turned into a perv, she thought with a blush.

"What are you thinking about, Keef?" Sheridan teased the tall woman after spotting her red face.

"Nothing," she lied and sat down next to the blonde on the couch.

"Oh, I thought you were staring at my ass."

"Sheridan!" Keefer blurted in embarrassment, slapping the hard shoulder next to her.

"S'okay, babe, I was checking out yours, too, and it's sooo nice," she purred the last two words.

Keefer's eyes widened.

"Before you explode with mortification, can I have a kiss?" the construction worker asked as she already had her hand behind Keefer's head.

"Absolutely," the brunette replied a second before her lips were covered. The slight whimper slid right from her throat and she did nothing to hide it, it just felt so good kissing Sheridan.

The blonde growled a little into the kiss, her tongue slipping the brunette's open lips, searching out its mate.

Every kiss felt the same, if not better to Keefer, all of them devastatingly delicious. She allowed her mouth to be invaded while she gathered her wits and then retaliated by thrusting her tongue past Sheridan's and forcing the blonde's tongue to retreat. She loved the throaty sound Sheridan emitted when she overtook a kiss. She planned on doing it often.

Fifi had enough. There were meatballs in the kitchen, for goodness sake, and no one was giving her any. She jumped up on the couch and began walking around on top of the two women.

"I think someone's trying to tell us something," Sheridan whispered against Keefer's lips.

"Yeah," Keefer replied breathlessly. "Maybe we should eat," she added, reluctant to break the kiss, but starving just the same.

"I'm pretty hungry anyway," Sheridan agreed.

Once they stood up, Fifi was thrilled and did a circular happy dance around their legs.

"She only loves me for my meatballs."

"I doubt that, Keef," There's plenty about you... Sheridan bit off the end of that thought with a panicked expression.

Keefer didn't see Sheridan's face, since she was in front of her as they walked from room to room. She merely chuckled at the dog's dancing and thanked Sheridan for her vote of confidence.

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"Are you alright? You've been pretty quiet." Keefer had been watching the blonde as they ate and something seemed to be bothering her.

"I'm okay, I think. Maybe I'm coming down with something, I just feel weird lately."

"I know what you mean. Maybe we gave it to each other."

"Yeah, well, get used to it. I don't plan on stopping myself from doing this," Sheridan leaned over the table and kissed Keefer on the lips. A rather chaste kiss, but it left them both smiling like goofs.

"I could get very used to that," Keefer said with her eyes still closed.

Sheridan had the urge to gather the brunette up in her arms and kiss her senseless like they do in the movies, full dipping scene and all. What the hell is that all about? she wondered, yet found herself in front of the grinning inspector without hesitation.

"I take it dinner is over?" Keefer said with a sexy smile.

"Totally," Sheridan replied as she straddled the brunette's legs and started what would be called a 'steamy' kiss, had it been in the movies.

Keefer wrapped her arms around the blonde and inhaled deeply. Sheridan always smelled so good, no matter what she wore. Showered or not, her scent was always overwhelming. It made Keefer's insides turn to jelly and her knees feel weak. She was grateful they were sitting, her scent, combined with one hell of a kiss, was making her whole body weak.

Sheridan laced her fingers through the long, black hair and kissed Keefer deeper. She couldn't control her need to do so and though it caused her great confusion, the urge to kiss was than the urge to think about it. She finally pulled away from the kiss and looked into the slightly unfocused blue eyes. Her belly flipped again and for a second she thought she may be ill, it was that strong but it went away.

"What's wrong?" Keefer asked with concern.

"I don't know," Sheridan said quietly, confused.

"Did I do something?"

"I don't think so," Sheridan couldn't tear her gaze from Keefer's eyes. It was as if she were seeing all the way inside the brunette and it was fascinating to her.

"Can I do something?"

Sheridan glanced down at Keefer's lips as she spoke, "Yeah, just kiss me."

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Keefer made herself comfortable on the couch and watched with amusement as Sheridan fed Fifi meatballs. The blonde had Fifi sitting, giving her paw and doing all sorts of new things for the treats. "I told you she could learn, you just have to have proper motivation," Sheridan said with a smile.

"You're pretty proud of yourself, aren't you?" Keefer grinned as her dog sat and waited patiently for her meatball.

"Absolutely," Sheridan winked and made Fifi roll onto her back.

Keefer chuckled as the blonde wiped her hands off and held them up empty.

"No more, sweetie, all gone," she said with a surprised look, like she was also at a loss.

"Do you even know how cute you are?"

Sheridan smiled shyly as she sat down next to the brunette. "Please," she waved the compliment away, which was weird, since she prided herself on being a lady-killer but from Keefer it was embarrassing.

"You are," Keefer said as she covered the blonde's hand with her own. She glanced at the clock nervously, still anticipating that Sheridan would leave for the club this evening.

"Hey, I never asked you, did you and Danni buy this house?" Sheridan asked after taking in the large living room.

"No, this was my gramma's house," the inspector answered with a sad smile.

"She left it to you?" the blonde asked.

"Yeah, I was raised in this house. It's almost exactly same now as it was then."

"So it was about time you redid the bathroom," the blonde's fingers idly stroked the hand within them.

"Well, Gramma had the kitchen redone about a year before she died. She did it for me, really, since by then I did all the cooking, anyway."

"Your parents lived with her?" Sheridan mentally counted all the rooms and realized that they would have been a little cramped.

"No, I don't have parents," Keefer said with a little contempt.

"Oh," Sheridan felt like an ass for bringing it up and winced at her lack of tact.

"Hey, it's alright. Gramma raised me pretty good," Keefer closed her other hand around their already joined ones and squeezed. At the pained look on Sheridan's face she continued, "Don't feel bad, really."

"I lost my mother when I was really young, my dad became the center of my existence. I can't imagine living without him. I feel bad, Keefer, I can't help it."

"My mother was useless as a parent, I got the better end of the deal living here with Gramma. Sure there was a generation gap, and I'm certain I have plenty of unidentified problems stemming from my unconventional upbringing, but still, I was better off this way."

"Unconventional?" Sheridan questioned, now idly stroking Keefer's entire arm. She didn't know why, but she needed to have the contact.

"Well, I didn't know it then, but after I had been let loose on the world, I found out my childhood wasn't typical. Gramma was a stern old broad, she was pretty strict and set in her ways. I didn't go out to movies much, play video games, go bowling or anything else you probably did with your family. It was just me and her and I pretty much took care of her from as far back as I can remember."

Sheridan was intrigued. "Did you date any?"

Keefer barked out a laugh, "Date? Gramma had me terrified of boys! She said that men were the devil and I believed her until I turned sixteen."

"What happened then?" the blonde turned herself until they were facing each other.

"I met a boy in school who didn't seem like the devil at all. Mind you, I knew nothing about sex, god forbid Gramma mentioned that word." Keefer sat in thought for a moment. "Anyway, I remember I had to lie to her about going on a date and, let me tell you, when he kissed me goodnight I thought I would die."

Sheridan chuckled, "He was that good huh?"

"I don't know. All I do know is that I was mortified. He tried to touch my breast and I almost cried. I didn't know anything but what I learned in school. I had no friends to talk to; I was always busy with Gramma. I thought what he did was horrible," Keefer laughed now at her reaction then.

"Why did she want you to believe that about men?"

"I think it's because of how I was conceived. My mother was a junkie; she prostituted herself for a fix. I think I was an accident. No one ever told me for sure, but I think it was pretty obvious," Keefer said with a frown. She hadn't thought about this in years.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I wouldn't have asked..."

"It's okay. I really don't know why I'm telling you all of this..."

"You don't have to, I'm being too nosy. It's alright, Keef."

"It's just that I never felt like talking about it with anyone before," the brunette wondered why she felt so comfortable with the blonde.

"But didn't Danni..."

"I don't want to talk about Danni."

Sheridan searched Keefer's eyes and found sadness, "Why does it make you sad?"

"Because Danni used me," there was anger in those blue eyes.

"I would never use you," Sheridan declared with conviction. It surprised both of them.

"I have to believe you," Keefer said quietly. She had to believe or she knew somehow she wouldn't survive.

Sheridan needed to change the subject. She was way too uncomfortable with where this conversation was going. "Are you going to fix up any other rooms? I'd love to help you."

Keefer leaned back into the sofa and relaxed, grateful for the obvious change as well. "I'd love to do the whole damned thing eventually. Think you're up for that?"

"I'm up for anything you throw at me," Sheridan said with a cocky smile.

"I just bet you are," Keefer chuckled, looking at the clock again.

Keefer smiled, allowing the rough fingertips to soothe away some of her anxiety. Some of it -- it was getting late. All thought processes stopped as those delicious lips descended on her again.

Sheridan couldn't explain it if she wanted. She needed to kiss Keefer, it felt so good. The blonde felt it all over her body when their lips met and it made her breathless to feel the inspector in her arms.

The construction worker buried a hand in dark hair as her other hand held Keefer's face. Her skin is so soft... it feels so good. Soon, her face wasn't enough and the blonde's hand was working its way up under Keefer's shirt.

The brunette shivered in delight as the calloused fingers slid across her stomach. It had never felt this good to be touched before, it was like Sheridan was getting all the same pleasure she was as she touched her. The blonde made the most wonderful sounds as she caressed her abdomen, reminding Keefer of exactly why Sheridan liked to hear her, too.

Keefer broke the kiss to tell Sheridan exactly how she felt. "You make me feel so good when you touch me."

Sheridan knew how hard that was for Keefer and she smiled warmly. "And you feel so good to touch," she replied before burying her head in Keefer's neck.

Keefer knew that groan had come from her own mouth, since it was wide open. Sheridan's mouth was sucking on her neck and it felt like heaven.

Suddenly Sheridan's phone rang and she sat up to answer it.

Keefer caught her breath and watched, as the blonde tried to do the same as she nodded on the phone. After Sheridan hung up, Keefer's anxiety returned. Sheridan sensed the change, leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"Are you going to the club?" Keefer asked quickly.

Green eyes watched the lips as they spoke and she was momentarily distracted. She didn't hear the fear in the question. "Yeah."

"Oh," Keefer sat up straight and pulled Sheridan's hand from her mouth.

"What's wrong? Do you wanna come with me?" Sheridan asked in confusion.

Keefer's eyes widened, "You'd want me there?"

"Well, yeah. Why wouldn't I?" Sheridan asked with a furrowed brow. "Do you know how to dance?"

Keefer leapt into Sheridan's arms and rained relieved kisses all over her face.

"Whoa!" the blonde laughed, attempting to kiss Keefer as many times as she was being kissed.

The brunette would rather not go to the club, she hated such places, but just knowing that Sheridan would welcome her there as a date made her giddy.

"So, are you coming?" Sheridan had to hold Keefer away with a hand on her head to ask the question.

"No, I hate that place. You go, have a good time," the taller woman said with enthusiasm.

"Uh, okay," the blonde looked entirely confused by the whole scene. "You're sure you don't wanna go?"

"No, really! Go," Keefer said as she pushed the construction worker towards the door.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Sheridan laughed.

"I'm just happy. Dance for me, okay?"

"Now?" Sheridan teased.

Keefer's stomach twirled. Would she really do that? "I was only kidding." She admitted. "I meant at the club."

The blonde smirked at Keefer's blush, "I know and I will."

part 21

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