Sheridan slipped from sleep with the oddest feeling. Still not fully awake, she began to panic a little until she realized where she was, frowning somewhat at the unusual sensations she was experiencing. She mentally took stock of her body, starting at her feet. Okay, definitely not Keefer, that's Fifi on my ankle. Legs are twisted up inİthe blanket... arms behind my head... chest exposed... Wait a minute! I'm horny as hell! She peeked open her eyes and looked down at her very hard, very wet nipples, Looks like someone was having their way with me. She glanced over to her left and there was Keefer, sitting next to her shoulder, wearing her bathrobe, legs folded under her and a shy, guilty smile on her face. Sheridan raised an eyebrow, looked down at her chest then back at Keefer.

"I opened my eyes, and there they were," Keefer explained.

Sheridan raised the other eyebrow.

"I tried to ignore them... I even left the room.... but you said anytime, that I don't have to ask... and you were sleeping..."

The construction worker couldn't help but chuckle at her lover's babbling. "Keef, it's all right," she smiled reassuringly.

Keefer blushed a little and tucked some hair behind her ear. "I couldn't help myself," she admitted shyly.

Sheridan sat up and flexed her legs.

Fifi sat up, too, her tail wagging as she looked at the blonde.

Sheridan narrowed her eyes, I'm soaking wet! "Just how long have you been at it?"

Keefer shrugged, "Well... I only touched them at first, but then I thought it was wrong, so I covered them up, went to the bathroom and when I came back, there they were again. I tried to cover them again, but you had twisted yourself up in the blanket."

"I see." Sheridan wrestled out of the blanket and crawled across the bed.

Keefer's eyes widened as her lover walked naked into the bathroom. She waited a minute to compose herself and then went to her closet to pick out the day's clothes. When Sheridan returned, she plopped herself back into bed with a strange look on her face. "What?" Keefer asked.

"I just got my jollies wiping myself."

Keefer turned pink. "I'm sorry."

"You're not going to leave me like this are you?" Sheridan asked in a low voice.

Keefer hung the shirt she was holding on the doorknob and walked back over to the bed.

Sheridan was lying there, naked, smelling of soap and toothpaste and she found it very sexy. "You want me to finish?"

"Either you, or me... take your pick." Keefer gulped, her choice was made instantly and she fell into Sheridan's open arms. They laid entwined for a while until Sheridan opened her arms again and brought them up over her head. "It'sİsix o'clock, you have a half hour, go to town."

Keefer fought the urge to blush and won. Feeling triumphant, she gathered her nerve and lay down, stretching herself out next to her lover. She reached out her hand and with one finger, circled Sheridan's left nipple, bringing her gaze back and forth from her lover's face to her finger. She watched with great interest as the flesh pebbled and grew hard. Goosebumps sprung out on Sheridan's breasts and Keefer smiled at the reaction.

Sheridan sighed in contentment and closed her eyes. She was totally comfortable with Keefer's explorations and relaxed herself, enjoying the sensations spreading through her body.

Keefer propped her head up on her hand and scooted closer to her lover's body. She could feel the heat emanating from Sheridan's skin and wished she could feel it against hers, but was a little shy about taking off her robe. She frowned, What's wrong with you? Just take it off. This is Sheridan here.

Sheridan opened her eyes as the hand left her body and the bed shifted. She was more than pleased to see Keefer shed her robe. She wanted to cheer for her lover, but knew she couldn't make a big deal out of it, so she closed her eyes again and groaned her approval as Keefer's soft skin met hers.

The inspector was very happy with her decision as her breasts met Sheridan's arm. Her nipples tightened on contact and she had a feeling that she would be asking for relief as well this morning. Her pubic mound found her lover's hip and the brunette closed her eyes briefly to gather herself. Oh yes, I'm already turned on and nothing's even happened yet.

Sheridan forced herself not to fling herself on Keefer. It took an incredible effort to keep still when the soft hairs had met her skin. She could tell by the intake of breath that Keefer was enjoying this very much. The blonde wanted to touch her lover but she was so excited that Keefer was letting go of her uncertainties and she didn't want to scare her. Sheridan jumped slightly as long black hair tickled her skin, she braced herself, knowing that the liquid heat of Keefer's mouth was soon to come. When it did, it felt like heaven.

The taller woman felt a surge of adrenaline when Sheridan shivered and groaned. She flattened her tongue and picked up where she had left off while her lover was sleeping. It's so much better now that she's awake. Keefer bathed the entire breast with her tongue and then zeroed in on the straining nipple. Sheridan arched her shoulders and grabbed Keefer's head, strong fingers tangled in her hair and Keefer inhaled sharply through her nose. Becoming bolder, the brunette bit the nipple lightly, rolling it lightly between her teeth. Sheridan's fingers tightened and her thighs clenched together. Keefer knew sheİhad done something right so she did it again, only a little harder. Her lover hissed through her teeth and brought her other hand to hold her head in place.

"Yeah, baby... " Sheridan groaned, her thighs clenching and unclenching.

Keefer hummed and released the nipple, pulling it slightly with her teeth as she did. Sheridan gasped and growled. The tall women felt very pleased with herself and she began her assault on the other nipple.

Sheridan suddenly noticed her lover was pressing into her hip. She wondered if Keefer was even aware she was doing it. She decided not to bring attention to it. She bit back the urge to press back and reveled in the feelings Keefer was producing in her.

Keefer's heart beat rapidly each time Sheridan groaned, which was now almost constantly as she teased and bit her nipple. She wanted to touch Sheridan too and had been holding back, due to that small part of her that was still embarrassed about making love in the morning light. After you had your way with her on the couch yesterday morning, how can you instead of still be afraid? Snap out of it! She reluctantly released the nipple from her teeth, not before biting it one last time and sat up cross-legged at Sheridan's side.

Sheridan looked over to her lover as she moved and squeezed her eyes shut when she saw how Keefer was sitting. God! It's right there! She made a fist in order not to reach out and touch Keefer's sex. Let her do this, she told herself and shuddered as a large hand appeared on her thigh.

Keefer had been watching her lover's reactions as much as she could and now she saw a somewhat pained expression on her face. She momentarily wondered if she was doing something wrong, but then the smell of her own arousal hit her and she blushed. She noticed Sheridan's clenched fists and rapid breathing. A ball of nervous excitement filled her belly and with a flash of courage, she took Sheridan's hand and put it between her legs.

The construction worker's eyes popped open and she looked into nervous, but aroused, blue eyes. She patted the pillow next to her head and Keefer lay down, stretching her long body out on the bed. Sheridan never took her hand away and now it was nestled firmly between Keefer's legs, the evidence of her arousal coating her fingers.

Keefer replaced her hand on Sheridan's thigh and closed her eyes. Her lover's fingers felt so good pressing into her as they were. She wanted to move into them, but if she did, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to concentrate on Sheridan.

"Keefer... " Sheridan covered Keefer's hand with her own and moved it between her open legs.

The inspector let out a heavy breath at the heat under her fingers. It was so wet, and hot, and soft. She snapped out of her daze and tried to block out the feeling between her own legs, thoroughly wetting her fingers before moving them higher to where she knew her lover needed them.

Sheridan moaned in relief as Keefer's long fingers began to work their magic. She opened her legs wider and turned her head to look at her lover.

Keefer met Sheridan's eyes and she smiled a little cockily at the lust she found there. That is, until Sheridan began to move herİhand. Blue eyes rolled back and Keefer groaned out loud. She didn't realize how stimulated she had become until Sheridan touched her, now she was hit head-on with the depth of her arousal.

Sheridan's hips began moving in time with Keefer's fingers, she licked her dry lips and craned her neck to meet her lover's mouth. Keefer whimpered as her lips opened to accept her lover's tongue. The tall woman's legs opened wider and she thrust her tongue into Sheridan's mouth. She was very close to coming and she changed the motion of her hand to bring Sheridan to climax quickly. She didn't think she could continue if her lover kept on moving her fingers.

Sheridan thrust her hips off he bed as Keefer rubbed her clit. She knew Keefer was trying to make her come and she allowed it to happen, it felt too good not to come. She felt it start in her toes and it exploded through her when Keefer's fingers suddenly closed around her wrist. Sheridan grunted loudly into Keefer's mouth as her body shuddered relentlessly. She came hard, her legs closing around Keefer's hand, trapping it in place to prolong the pleasure. She was aware that her fingers had stopped moving, but Keefer was still holding her there. When she was sure she had no more left in her, she opened her legs and pulled Keefer's hand out. The aftershocks still twitched through her as she began to touch her lover with a purpose. She turned over to face Keefer and the tall woman did the same, throwing her leg over Sheridan's hip, holding her forearm in a vise grip. Keefer buried her face in her lover's neck, and breathed heavily as Sheridan touched her. The construction worker kissed the side of her lover's head, her mouth watering at the wetness beneath her fingers. Keefer was panting steadily in her ear, her hot breath hitting her neck like steam.

"Sher... Sher..." Keefer moaned between gasps as her inner walls began to tremble.

Sheridan's nostrils flared and she growled deep in her chest as Keefer stilled her hand and moved her body instead. The brunette's hips bucked on her fingers and the long strangled moan she breathed out covered Sheridan's whole body in goosebumps. The blonde stiffened her fingers and let Keefer ride them as she trembled and shuddered. Sheridan closed her eyes and pictured her lover's face in ecstasy.

Keefer finally came back to reality to find herself digging her nails into Sheridan's forearm. God... she thought, I did that? She released her grip and pulled her sweaty face out from its steamy crevice, slowly. She found very pleased green eyes and a sexy little smile.

"I love you," Sheridan whispered

Anything negative Keefer was feeling was erased with those three words. She flopped her spent body over onto her back and attempted to catch her breath. She gasped as her lover removed her hand, brushing her clit as she did.

Sheridan chuckled, "Sorry."

"I bet," Keefer smiled, taking that particular hand in her own and lacing their fingers together. She lifted their hands and fought a blush at the sight of the deep nail marks in her lover's arm. "Did I hurt you?"

"Nah," Sheridan climbed up onto her knees and kissed Keefer. "Not at all. I liked it." I LOVED it, you wild woman. She knew if she said that out loud, Keefer would simply shrink up and die, but did she ever want to tell her the whole truth.

"What are you smirking about?"İKeefer asked, her breathing finally under control.

"You were fantastic. It turns me on so much when you let go like that."

Keefer couldn't fight the blush, remembering her actions, but it felt good to hear Sheridan say that.

"Don't blush, baby, I mean it. God, you're hot!"

"Stop it!" the brunette protested, throwing the pillow over her face.

"I'm serious!"

The pillow groaned.

"Okay, okay, I'll drop it." Sheridan smiled at the pillow. "I'm going to take a shower."

Keefer removed the pillow once she heard the bathroom door close. "She likes me like that." She looked at her naked body, the flush just now fading. "It was kinda fun." She remembered the feeling of holding Sheridan's arm and riding it and a tingle invaded her sex, "I really liked that." She got off the bed and finished picking out her clothes. I bet I could handle that thigh thing just fine, she smiled, a spark of excitement filled her. Wouldn't it just blow her away if I did get on top?İ

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Sheridan whistled her way into work,İstopping first at the donut shop and took a good hard look at the girl behind the counter. Nothing. Not even a twinge.

"Hiya, Sheridan!" the counter girl said cheerfully then frowned. "What happened to your eye?" she reached out to touch it.

"Hi," the construction worker smiled politely. "It's nothing," Sheridan backed away from the girl's touch.

"Doing anything later?" she asked flirtatiously.

"As a matter of fact, I'll be with my girlfriend."

The girl giggled at first finding it funny until she saw the blonde's face. "You really have a girlfriend?" she asked in surprise.

"Yep. Can In have a dozen mixed? I owe the guys."

"Sure," she said, crestfallen.

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Keefer didn't get a seat on the subway this morning, but she didn't really care. She took the long ride in stride, using the trip as an opportunity to relive the last two day's events. She smiled, despite being mashed up against a man who didn't know the meaning of soap. Nothing could change her jovial mood. She thought about her life before Sheridan and sighed. Everything had changed, and she was just slightly disappointed that she had to hit her mid-thirties in orderto start living. The disappointment faded away as she thought of her lover's honest face, looking up at her telling, her that she loved her. Her belly tingled with excitement and she smiled even wider, making those around her smile, too.

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"Patch! What happened to you yesterday?" Tony shouted over the din of the power tools. Sheridan looked up from the stool she had placed the donuts on and Phil shut off his saw. "What the fuck happened to you?"

Tony whistled, "Wowie, Patch, who got the lucky punch?"

"It's nothing, really," she said as she adjusted her hardhat for something to do. "So, where's Bobby?"

"He's getting some nails. Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" Phil asked.

"No," Sheridan replied quickly. Bobby came up behind her and poked her in the neck.

"Look at the size of that mother fucker!"

Phil and Tony moved to look at the huge double hickey. Sheridan fought a blush of both embarrassment and guilt, knowing why Keefer covered the hickey with her own.

"Maybe you wanna talk about that," Phil said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Maybe I don't," Sheridan said with a shrug.

Bobby looked at Phil who looked at Tony. Patch was acting weird and from the looks of things, had a very interesting day off. They couldn't let it go.

"How's the lady friend?" Bobby asked innocently.

Sheridan narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "This is killing you, isn't it?"

"Yep." Phil replied as all three men nodded.

Sheridan sighed heavily and dropped onto a bucket. "Okay, Keefer is... she's... well... she's my girlfriend now, so no wisecracks."

Six eyebrows shot up and then three mouths grinned.

"What the hell was that all about?" Sheridan asked crankily.

"Congratulations, Patch," Bobby slapped her on the shoulder. "Keefer's one hell of a lucky woman."

"No, I'm the lucky one. She's gotta put up with me," Sheridan chuckled and stood up.

"You said a mouthful," Tony laughed.

"So you two are an item. It's about time," Bobby said, patting Sheridan on the back.

"What do you mean 'about time'?" the blonde, asked looking sideways at the guys.

"You were totally taken with that woman from the moment she walked in here. It was plain as day."

Sheridan shifted from foot to foot. The guys decided to change the subject.

"Spill it, Sher, what's with the eye?" Tony said, hands on his hips.

The blonde grimaced, "Keefer's ex popped me when I was less than ready."

"You? Not ready?"

"I was hung over. Bad."

"You did go out and get trashed then," Phil said with a frown. "We told you not to do that."

"Yeah, that's what I needed, you guys telling me not to."

"Alright then, what happened?" Bobby asked in concern.

"You're not gonna have trouble with this woman's ex now are you?" Tony worried.

"No... she's taken care of, for now. She's a little possessive -- doesn't know when to let go."

"Do you love Keefer?" Phil asked.

"Yeah," the blonde mumbled

"Is she worth the ex's shit?" Tony wondered.

"Definitely."

"Okay then, you know what you're doing," Bobby said with relief. Then he smiled teasingly. "Now about that hickey..."

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"Gibson!"

Keefer halted in her tracks.

"What the hell is that?" her boss pointed at her from across the hall.

Keefer looked down at herself quickly and found nothing wrong. "Sir?"

"You were smiling. Good to see, Gibson. Have a good vacation?"

"Absolutely. The best."

"Good then. It's nice to see that spring in your step."

"Thank you, sir."

Keefer blushed a little as her boss winked and walked away. She entered her office and closed the door behind her, leaning against it as she looked at the mountain of paperwork that had appeared while she was gone. "Fuck."

"Not like you to curse, Keefer."

The tall woman whirled around to find Danni sitting in the chair.

"That little tough girl is wearing off on you."

"What are you doing in here?" Keefer willed her heartbeat back to normal.

"Thought I'd drop by and tell you about my stay in jail. You may be amused."

"Get out," Keefer went to the door and opened it all the way.

"Did you know that you're girlfriend fucked her way through just about every female officer in the precinct?"

Not Sharon, the brunette thought to herself.

"Oh, yeah, and that friend of hers, she's a real bitch. Hated that I hit her poor friend; worked me over pretty good."

Keefer couldn't help but smirk. "Danni, please leave."

"She was nice enough to give me some decent clothes to wear after your girlfriend puked on me."

Keefer closed the door. "You deserved that. You had no right coming into my house and hitting her. Hitting anybody! You're so lucky I didn't answer that door Danni, I'd have wiped the floor with you." The inspector was angry now.

"But you didn't. Sheridan did, your little drunken whore... so cute in your T-shirt... I myself could have puked."

Keefer balled her fists and took a deep breath. "What are you really here for?"

"I just wanted to thank you for giving me the opportunity to beat up your slut. The lock-up was well worth it, though I don't know that I'll get this ink off of my hands."

"I suggest you call her by her name."

"The little whore?"

Keefer had Danni by the throat before she knew what hit her. "Sheridan. Say it... Sheridan."

"I didn't think you'd do this at work. I'm impressed," Danni squeaked out.

"Sheridan." Keefer squeezed harder, cocking her other hand back in a fist.

"Okay," the red head choked out. "Sheridan."

Keefer let go and opened the door again. This time Danni got up and left, rubbing her sore throat.

"Does the little hardhat know you're such a bruiser?"

"Fuck off, Danni."

"I wish you would have used that mouth when you were with me -- I'm getting wet."

Keefer's nostrils flared.

Danni chuckled and walked away, whistling as she did.

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The guys sat around the dirt yard eating their lunch, all glancing at Sheridan as she continuously fingered her cell phone.

"So, is it true what they say about lesbians?" Phil asked around a mouthful of sandwich.

Sheridan raised an eyebrow and stopped chewing. "What is it that they say, Philly?"

"You know, one date and you're moving in together?"

Tony snickered, "We'll help you pack. Hey, do the dogs like her?"

Sheridan rolled her eyes. The thought of waking up next to Keefer every morning wasn't a bad one and she fought the urge to smile like a goof. "Yeah, the dogs like her, they love her, actually. They even listen to her better than me."

"Figures," Bobby grunted.

Sheridan swung around in her seat. "Hey guys, I'm gonna need some supplies, you wanna help me get them over to Keefer's?"

"What ya building?" Tony asked, rubbing the back of his hand across his forehead. "Man it's getting hot out today."

"A closet, a big one." Sheridan gulped from her soda bottle. "Yeah, it was already warm when I had the dogs out this morning."

"Ooo, Patch is building her girlfriend a closet. True love at it's best," Bobby teased.

"Fuck off, asshole," Sheridan chuckled and kicked sand at him.

"Sure, I'd love to help. Tell me when," Phil nodded.

"This weekend maybe, I'll let you know," Sheridan smiled, already looking forward to building a closet for Keefer this weekend. She didn't realize that she hadn't given one thought to going out.

"How romantic. Will there be mood lighting in that closet?" Tony snickered.

"You suck," Sheridan threw her empty bottle at him. "I can be romantic if I wanted to," she added defensively.

All three guys laughed.

"Well I can!" she insisted.

"What are you going to do, cook her a candlelit dinner?" Phil snorted.

"What makes you think I can't?" Sheridan countered.

The guys shut up and held back their grins.

"I thought so," the blonde said victoriously. I can so be romantic, she thought with a huff.

"Waiting for an important call, Patch?" Bobby asked, nodding towards her cell phone, which she was fingering again.

"What are you babbling about?"

"You've been touching that phone like it's a woman all afternoon."

Sheridan snatched her hand away from the phone. "I am not," she said, standing up and wiping the dirt from her butt.

The guys watched as she walked into the empty building.

"This is too good," Bobby laughed and the guys agreed.

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Keefer scowled as she worked her way through the pile of paperwork. Her office window was wide open, but the breeze hardly cooled her off. She had stayed pissed since Danni's visit that morning. She was also angry with herself for getting jealous from something Danni said. So what if Sheridan slept with the copsİ-- that was before, this is now. Why should she be jealous of something that happened before they met? She couldn't shake the feeling and each time she thought about it, she scowled harder, hating Danni for bringing it up as much as herself for reacting to it. She flung the papers down in the finished pile and stood up, stretching her back. Maybe I should just go eat lunch, she thought, staring out the window. The people all scurried to and fro and she loathed going out in the sudden heat and joining them. Second thought, I'll order in. Just as she touched the phone, it rang. "Keefer Gibson." İ

"Sheridan Landers."

Keefer smiled brightly. "Hi," she said, sitting down in her chair.

"What are you doing?"

The inspector kicked her shoes off and propped her feet up on the desk, glancing at the door to make sure it was closed. "Just thinking about lunch. You?"

"Just finished."

Keefer sensed Sheridan had something to say. "Are you okay?"

The construction worker blew out a breath. "I missed you," she said almost in a whisper.

Keefer grinned widely, "Me too. I had a horrible morning."

"You did? What happened?" Sheridan stood up and puffed out her chest, already willing to hurt someone.

"Danni happened."

"If she touched you, Keefer, so help me..."

"No, she didn't. It's okay. She was just being obnoxious... trying to get on my nerves."

"Keef, I'm sorry, I know none of this would have happened if I hadn't hit her in the club that day."

"This isn't your fault, Sher. I had no idea she was so unstable, honestly. I was bound to find out sooner or later. I was going to break up with her anyway. Who knows what she would have done to me, had you not been there."

"What did she say to you this morning to make you so upset?"

"Nothing, it's over," Keefer closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Keef... what did she say?" Sheridan insisted.

"Can we talk about this another time? I just want to hear your voice, I don't want to get into it."

Sheridan fumed. Danni said something and it got to Keefer bad. Danni will have to pay. She took a cleansing breath and blew it out. "Okay, I'm sorry, later. Now," she paused to picture her lover's face, "how are you sitting?"

"My feet are up on the desk, I took my shoes off," Keefer relaxed again and smiled.

"Those cute toes of yours are all wiggly and free?"

The inspector laughed quietly. "Yeah, except for my socks."

"You have the cutest toes," Sheridan said, looking around self-consciously for the guys.

"Stop that," Keefer blushed a little.İ

"I love it when you blush."

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Sheridan's mood lightened by the time the guys returned inside. She was doing what she did best -- spackling the drywall, shaking to the beat of the radio as she worked.

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Keefer once again rode the train with a big smile on her face. Sheridan's phone call had brightened her afternoon and lasted the rest of her workday. Danni never showed up again and that, in itself, was enough of a reason to smile.

The tall woman felt a blush creep up on her, recalling where their conversation went, with Sheridan asking about her underwear. Leave it to her to turn me on at work, she thought with a silent laugh.

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Sheridan pulled her car into a spot by her apartment and stopped to think. Romantic. Hmph. I can be romantic. Can't I?