Keefer allowed herself to be led into the entrance area and waited with her heart in her throat as Sheridan kissed and tipped the coat check women. Odd, she's wearing her jacket... Keefer's baby blues almost rolled back as the woman the construction worker called "Ma" commented on what a beautiful drink of water she was and how the blonde should keep her around for a while. She's the club slut? Isn't that what Danni said? Oh, Jesus... what am I doing?

"You all set, Keefer?" Sheridan released the tall woman's hand to dig in her pocket for her car keys.

Ohhhh, how she says my name...

"Hey," Sheridan touched the tall woman's cheek and turned her to face her. "Are you okay?" she asked with concern.

Look at her eyes... they're blue and green at the same time. "Oh... yeah. I'm good. Sorry, I must have zoned out for a moment," the brunette blushed bright red.

"Aw, that's alright. I understand. Do you still want me to give you a lift? I'll send you home in a car service if that's..."

"No, it's okay, take me home." Oh god, did I just say that? "I uhm... I mean..."

Sheridan chuckled and held the door to the club open. "I know what you meant. I may be the club slut, but you can trust me," green eyes twinkled with amusement at Keefer's completely flustered expression.

"It's not that..." the brunette stammered.

"Lighten up, Miss Gibson," Sheridan winked. "I'm just foolin' with ya."

Keefer smiled. "I can be so clueless at times." She closed her eyes briefly as a hand rested against her lower back, guiding her towards the car. "Oh wow... is that your car? Are you sure I can get in there?"

"I don't know, but think of all the fun we can have trying."

The blonde snickered and Keefer followed suit when the door was opened for her.

"Maybe I'd be better off stretched across the dashboard," the tall woman joked.

Ohhh, don't tempt me, Keef... "Nah, you'll do just fine, lemme push the seat back."

Blue eyes narrowed as Sheridan bent over and leaned into the car. Oh, dear lord, would you look at that ass in leather pants? Keefer's mouth went dry as she let her gaze wander down to the blonde's thighs. Oh, they're even more wonderful from behind. Not believing the things that she was thinking, the tall woman blushed profusely.

Sheridan backed out and stood up, catching the red flush. Hmmm? Did I do that? she smirked to herself. You know you did, Sher... go slow with this one. "Your chariot awaits, m'lady," Sheridan bowed and swept her hand out dramatically.

"You are but too kind," Keefer replied in a fake accent. What do you know? You're heartbroken not twenty minutes and you're playing games with the classless construction worker.

Once in the car, Sheridan got Keefer's address and then the two women fell silent. Sheridan had a million things to say, all of them inappropriate for her to bring up, most of them involving Danni. Keefer had a million things to say as well, but she would never say them. She was already mortified that her private life played out so publicly and not to mention with, of all people, Sheridan Landers. Blue eyes darted to the left, catching a glimpse of Sheridan in her peripheral vision. She really wanted to turn her head and stare at the construction worker. A hardhat and dust did no justice to her at all.

The blonde was dying to know what Keefer was thinking. She could feel the nervous energy in the car and wanted to cut through it so badly that she was breaking a sweat.

"Sheridan?"

The tall woman's barely audible voice gave the blonde the goose bumps. Even in a nervous whisper, it was still sexy. "Yeah?"

"How did you know Danni was cheating on me?" Keefer forced herself to face the driver.

"I uh... was kinda watching you," Sheridan admitted. "I saw you come in."

"Oh."

The car fell silent again. Sheridan began to get very uncomfortable. "Look, I wasn't watching you to spy on you or nothing. I just noticed you there and then I saw you get upset. I put two and two together..."

"You knew Danni was cheating on me all along, didn't you." Keefer hung her head.

"NO!" Jeez, Sher, scare her half to death. "I mean... I knew she was cheating on someone. Someone named Keef... I didn't know your name," Sheridan babbled.

"You hit her when you found out it was me. How come?"

The blonde shrugged, "I always wanted to kick her ass. She gave me a reason."

Blue eyes picked up the blonde's nervousness and Keefer smiled, "You did it cuz you were protecting me."

"Maybe," Sheridan wanted to end this conversation. The way Keefer was grinning made her feel tingly.

"Thank you, Sheridan," the brunette said before she leaned over and kissed the blonde on the cheek.

"No problem." Sheridan felt pretty good about herself at that moment. "You're home, you want me to walk you to the door? Danni was pretty drunk tonight."

Is she cute or what? "If you'd like. I can take care of myself just fine, but it's nice to know I have my own personal body guard."

"Cut it out," the construction worker snickered.

Before they got to the door, Danni, still bloody, flung it open and glared angrily at the two of them. "I KNEW you were fucking her!"

"Danni! The neighbors!" Keefer hissed.

"Fuck the neighbors. Hell, fuck everybody while you're at it!" Danni bellowed.

Sheridan fumed, but she did notice a few bags by the door and it made her feel a bit better.

Keefer pushed Danni into the house and threw her on the couch. She had never bee so embarrassed before. "YOU don't have to live here anymore, I DO! Shut up and get out!"

Sheridan moved in behind Keefer just in case she needed a hand.

"What's she now, your fucking lap dog?" Danni slurred and laughed.

Sheridan growled.

Speaking of dogs... "Where's Fifi?" Keefer panicked, not noticing her anywhere.

"In the bathroom; she pissed me off."

"How dare you?" Keefer ran to the bathroom and let the dog out. "It's okay, baby, mommy's home," she cooed to the whining Fifi.

"Hey, shit for brains," Sheridan spoke low. "You get off on fucking with women and dogs? Does that make you a tough guy? Huh?" she sneered, daring Danni to come after her. She could hear Keefer in the kitchen running water, probably for the dog to drink and it angered her more.

"Fuck off and mind your business," the red head swiped at her nose with her sleeve. "You already broke my nose, asshole. It's only a stupid dog."

Oh, looky, another reason... Sheridan stepped forward with a menacing growl.

Keefer came back in the room to find Sheridan smirking and Danni doubled over on her knees. "What happened?" she asked loudly.

"Danni, here, has no respect," Sheridan narrowed her eyes at the redhead.

"Get out now, Danni. I'll send the rest of your stuff to your mother's house. YOU explain it to her."

They both watched as the redhead stumbled to her bags and slinked out the door. Keefer melted into the couch in tears.

Sheridan didn't know what to do and stood there motionless. Shit! What do I do? Do I hug her? Does she even want me to touch her? Should I say something? I'm sorry? Just then a strange looking dog appeared at Keefer's side, her bald tail wagging furiously as she tried to lick away her mommy' tears. Sheridan was reminded of how many times her babies comforted her and she smiled fondly at the dog.

The tall woman hugged her dog and cried. "Oh, man... this has been a huge nightmare. I'm so sorry you had to be involved, Sheridan," Keefer continued to weep. She couldn't pick up her head and was too mortified to look the blonde in the eyes.

"Hey, no problem. I don't mind." Very comforting, Sher... get your ass over there and make her stop crying.

Keefer started when she felt the blonde sit down next to her. She sensed Sheridan's hesitancy and felt badly for her. "You don't have to stay here, I'll be okay," she sniffled pathetically. "I'm so embarrassed by all of this."

Sheridan noticed Fifi giving her the eye, and so she gave her a hand to smell and Fifi licked her fingers. "Hey, I want to be here. You shouldn't be alone now, anyway. Danni could come back." The construction worker rummaged around in all her pockets. I know I must have a napkin in here somewhere... Dunkin Donuts, I'm sure...

Keefer smiled through her tears as the crumpled up napkin with pink and orange writing on it was thrust into her line of vision. It had dried coffee stains on it and that made her smile even bigger. She took the napkin and found a clean spot to wipe her nose. "Thank you... for everything," she held up the dirty napkin and grinned slightly.

Sheridan nodded and smiled back. Even miserable, Keefer was gorgeous. She felt horrible for getting aroused by the crying woman, but she couldn't do anything to stop it. She stood up abruptly and shoved her hands in her jacket pockets. "Uh, why don't you get cleaned up and comfortable and I'll get something for us to drink." At Keefer's nod she continued, "Just point me in the direction of the kitchen..."

Keefer stood up, too, and forced herself to look at the blonde. "It's over there... why are you still wearing your jacket?" Not that I mind, all that leather is incredibly appealing. The errant thought made her blush. She watched as the construction worker peeled off her coat and tossed it on the couch, baring the tightest black T-shirt she'd ever seen. Her heart picked up speed and she stared openly at the blonde's torso. You have some nerve! she mentally berated her body for reacting to the blonde.

Sheridan couldn't contain her smirk. Keefer was most definitely checking her out and, by the way she kept staring, was pleased with what she saw. She watched with amusement as the tall woman swallowed and nervously ran her hand through her hair. "I'll get those drinks," she said as she brushed passed the brunette.

Keefer smacked her hand to her forehead. What is wrong with you? You should be devastated; instead, you drool all over the living room? She shook her head and went to the bathroom to wash her burning face. Stopping in front of the mirror, she was horrified. Look at you! She splashed cold water on her face and neck, trying to get rid of the heat from crying and the evidence of her blush. You're a mess, Keef. You're all swollen and ugly.Even as she thought those things, she could still feel the twinge of arousal from seeing the blonde standing there in front of her. "You've gone your whole life not knowing what it felt like to be truly aroused and you picked a fabulous time to finally react," she told her reflection. The knowledge that Sheridan was sitting in her house with her, alone, made her gasp. Oh no, what do I do?

Sheridan waited patiently in the living room. She chose some iced tea and poured two tall glasses and set them on the coffee table. She studied Fifi and wondered what in the world had happened to her. It warmed her heart to know that Keefer loved this dog for all her flaws, the tall woman was a good person and she respected her more for it. She looked up when she heard the brunette clear her throat. Her mouth went dry when she saw that Keefer had changed into shorts and a baggy T- shirt. All those legs for her perusal... and she perused, alright.

"I hope Fifi didn't give you a hard time. She's a little protective of me." The tall woman sat down on the couch next to Sheridan and raised an eyebrow as the blonde flinched.

"No, she gave me the once-over, but seems to approve."

"She knows decent people when she smells them," Keefer joked.

"Well, then it must be my shower gel, cuz I'm far from decent." Sheridan wiggled an eyebrow. Stop that! She's not one of the chicks at the club. "I'm sorry..."

"That's okay, I have proof otherwise."

"Yeah well... don't go spreading it around."

Keefer winked. "Don't worry, I'll keep your reputation intact."

Green eyes watched as a long arm stretched out to pick up the glass of tea. She felt her nostrils flare as she imagined those fingers wrapping around her arms, the tips digging into her skin as the tall woman lay beneath her. Shit! she closed her eyes and banished the thought. It would do no good for that earlier fantasy to make itself known right now.

"You know, I don't feel as badly as I thought I would about Danni. I think I feel relieved," Keefer admitted.

Grateful for the interruption from her mental musings, Sheridan leaned back on the couch and stretched her legs out. "Were you expecting it? I mean, you were pretty upset when you saw them, but I've seen much worse."

"I've known. I probably made her do it." The brunette couldn't tear her eyes from the blonde's body.

"Why would you say something like that? That's not fair," Sheridan frowned. How could anybody throw this away? Her eyes scanned the expanse of leg next to her. Then again, Danni was telling the world how dead Keefer was in the sack... She pulled her gaze from the smooth thigh and brought it to meet baby blue eyes. Seeing the inspector react to her stare made her avert her eyes, her need was apparently evident and she didn't want to scare her.

"I wasn't a good enough girlfriend." Keefer forgot to breathe for a moment when she read the hunger in Sheridan's eyes. I've seen that look before, Danni used to look at me like that right before we... A powerful jolt of arousal traveled down the tall woman's body.

Sheridan watched in fascination as Keefer's nipples tightened. She licked her lips and crossed her legs as she felt herself get damp between them. "I don't believe that for a second. Cheaters don't need reasons, they just cheat." Fuck... I want her.

Keefer looked away. She couldn't bring herself to confess to the blonde the real reason why Danni cheated. The tall woman wasn't any good in bed and Danni told her often. She couldn't even imagine talking about sex with Sheridan. She didn't think she could even say the word. "Trust me. I gave her reasons." She saw the blonde narrow her eyes and she changed the subject, "Are you planning on staying here the whole night?"

"Do you want me to?" Sheridan asked hesitantly.

"Well, I don't mind if you do." Keefer pet the dog to distract her thoughts about the construction worker spending the night at her house.

"If I won't be in the way..."

"You can crash in the den, the futon is very comfortable, I often sleep in there myself." Why did you just say that? No one had to know that...

Really? Hmmm... I bet it smells like her then... I'll get no sleep tonight. "Sounds good to me. Just lead the way."

Keefer led her guest into the den and left her there while she went to fetch a sheet and pillow. I can't give her Danni's pillow can I? That just seems so wrong... I'll give her mine. The inspector chose a clean sheet from the closet and stopped to gather her pillow. She was suddenly struck with the thought of the blonde's naked flesh touching her sheet and had to catch her breath. I don't understand this. I am so entirely turned on by this woman... why is she doing this to me? Why now? Lost in her thoughts she was taken completely off guard as she walked into the den. Sheridan was standing there looking around the room, oblivious to Keefer, with her bra in her hand. Blue eyes were riveted to the construction workers breasts and Keefer felt her own nipples harden as she stared at Sheridan's. She's not wearing her bra; her breasts are right there under her shirt... The tall woman raised both eyebrows at herself. The thoughts that were taking over her brain the last few days had never even crossed her mind before. She had never been attracted to anyone, let alone thoroughly aroused. This new way of thinking was shocking her; she had little else on her mind lately except sex... sex with Sheridan. She swallowed hard. And here she is, in my den, in the middle of the night... TAKING OFF HER PANTS! The tall woman threw the sheet and pillow in the room and turned her back quickly.

Sheridan jumped as the pile came flying at her. She caught the pillow and inhaled it without thought. Man... this is her, alright... she felt her crotch twitch. I can't go to sleep this horny, I'll just have to take care of this when she goes to bed, she decided.

"Uh... do you want some sweats or something? I'm sure Danni's will fit you," the quiver in her voice was very noticeable and she squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment.

"That's okay, I'll just sleep in my underwear." Like I'll get any sleep at all. Noticing the tall woman hadn't turned around yet, the construction worker shook out the sheet and covered herself with it. Damn, she's so shy! "Hey, you can turn around, I'm covered."

Keefer turned slowly, relief washed over her to see the blonde holding up the sheet. "The couch flattens to a bed if you want. The remote is over there," she pointed to the table. "We get all the channels."

Sheridan nodded and picked up the remote. She flipped on the television and out of habit checked through her favorite channels. Scanning quickly past the porno channel, she chuckled to herself,Yep, all the channels I'll need. "Thanks, Keefer. If you need me, just holler. I'm a light sleeper."

"I'll be alright. I guess I just need another presence in the house. Good night."

"Night."

Keefer left the den and went over what she had just said. She never needed another presence in the house before. The way the words fell from her mouth without hesitance made her wonder. She had a feeling that it wasn't just anybody she needed there tonight, but Sheridan. I can't understand this. Everything is changing; I don't know what I feel any more. I want her here. I never wanted anybody. The tall woman slid into bed; as soon as she lay down, her entire body thanked her. I must be more tired than I thought. She stretched out her limbs and sighed loudly. Sheridan Landers is sleeping in her panties... in the den. That was the last coherent thought that skipped through Keefer's mind before she fell deeply asleep.

Sheridan waited until a long enough amount of time had passed before tiptoeing through the house to check on Keefer. Finding the bedroom, she found the woman dead to the world, curled up in a small ball on the left side of the bed. Fighting the urge to approach the sleeping inspector, she hurried away and headed for the bathroom. Once she returned to the den, she turned down the volume on the TV and scanned through the channels. Wide awake and painfully aware of the throbbing between her legs, Sheridan turned to the porno channel, in hopes of finding something else to inspire her instead of the woman in the bedroom down the hall. She wasn't quite sure she could control her moans if she continued with her Keefer fantasy. Unfortunately for Sheridan, the scene playing out on the television did nothing to help her. It was two women already heavily involved with each other, and all she could see were her and Keefer... panting and groping... sweating and groaning. She turned off the television in frustration and sat in the dark, quiet room for a few minutes before laying down on the futon, face first. She inhaled the pillow deeply and became wet instantly. Oh, fuck. She slipped her hands between her legs and sighed blissfully. I can't help it; she's just too fucking hot.

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The tall woman turned over and groaned. She felt terrible, her head hurt and her eyes felt scratchy. That's why you never cry, she scolded herself. Looking at the clock on the night table, she scrunched up her face in distaste. Eight in the morning on a Sunday. Yuck. Throwing back the covers and swinging her long legs off the side of the bed, Keefer yawned widely.

Ohhhh, man. What a night. Her heart suddenly beat frantically. Oh, my god! Sheridan is in the den! She stood up and hurried to check on her guest. Peeking her head around the doorway, Keefer saw Sheridan sprawled on her stomach with her mouth hanging open, obviously still asleep. The sheet had twisted itself around the blonde's upper body, leaving her uncovered from the waist down. Blue eyes took in the small black panties, hardly covering the construction worker's muscular backside. The muscles in the back of her thighs were relaxed, but they were still pronounced and the tall woman's mouth watered. Still not quite comfortable with the way she was feeling about the blonde, Keefer backed out of the room with the vision of Sheridan's partially naked butt firmly imprinted in her mind.

After going through the morning bathroom rituals, the brunette put on a pot of coffee and unsuccessfully fought the urge to spy on her guest as she slept. As she stood outside the door to the den, Keefer's gaze drifted up and down the blonde's body several times, causing the fluttery feeling she'd been experiencing every time the construction worker entered her mind lately. Not knowing how she got there, Keefer found herself squatting down in front of Sheridan's peaceful face, tracing her full, parted lips with her eyes. The tall woman licked her dry lips as she received an unexpected image of those lips leaning in towards hers. Her heart picked up speed and she blinked a few times, trying to dispel the image. Tearing her gaze from Sheridan's lips, she wandered down her body again, stopping to explore her firm rear with her eyes.

Sheridan drifted towards wakefulness with the eerie feeling of being watched. Not fully aware of her surroundings she peeked open an eye and was very surprised to find Keefer watching her sleep. The blue eyes seemed to be tracing her body and a fierce pang of arousal traveled through her groin. Sheridan struggled not to move, concentrating on her breathing and closed her eye. I wonder how long she's been here? What the hell time is it anyway? Damn, why am I so fucking horny?

Keefer's body was reacting on a whole new level of awareness than she was accustomed. She had never before felt anything like it. She struggled to keep her hands on the floor as she gaped openly at the half-naked blonde. She had the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch Sheridan's body, an urge so strong she feared she may not be able to control it, but still, she couldn't bring herself to stand up and leave the room. She could feel her shorts dampening as she became increasingly aroused and she marveled at the feeling she got in the pit of her stomach when she once again let her eyes wander to the construction worker's lips.

Sheridan lost the battle of her will and peeked open the eye closest to the pillow. She felt the blood pounding through her veins when that eye focused and she saw the way Keefer was staring hungrily and with wonderment at her lips. She begged her body to lie still and, and even harder to keep her tongue from self consciously wetting her lips. She kept her eye mostly closed as she took the opportunity to steal a sweeping glance of the tall woman. Keefer was crouching and Sheridan's line of vision narrowed between her legs. She could see the tall woman's shorts stretched tightly over her vagina, the seam parting her lips. Her own crotch throbbed when she spotted the small wet spot there, and desperately fought the urge to inhale deeply in an attempt to smell the woman's arousal. She kept her eye cracked open a sliver; she was sure Keefer couldn't tell she was awake. The inspector was sure to be mortified if she knew, and Sheridan didn't want that to happen.

Keefer's tongue wet her lips again; the thoughts that were raging through her mind both shocked and aroused her to new heights. She couldn't stop imagining those perfect lips caressing parts of her body that lips had never touched before. She shifted her weight and bit back a gasp as her shorts dug between her legs. She reached down, slipped a finger through the side of the crotch and pulled the material away from her body. Her eyes closed involuntarily as the back of her finger grazed her sex. Wow... she thought as she pulled out the finger and held it to her face. It was wet, very wet. This is incredible! I feel like I'm on fire! The urge to put out the fire was slowly consuming her, a thought that hadn't occurred to her before Sheridan entered her life. She craved to ease the ache that the blonde's body had caused and she even thought, for a split second, about doing it right there as her hand once again fell to her crotch. Suddenly realizing what she was doing, Keefer snatched her hand away and stood up, her heart was pounding like a drum in her ears and she thought she might even faint. The tall woman took a deep breath, fled from the room and locked herself in the bathroom.

Sheridan sat upright and ran a shaky hand through her hair. She was beyond aroused and thanked every power there was for making Keefer stop and run. She was certain she would have tackled the tall woman and taken her on the spot, though after witnessing Keefer's amazement at her own wetness, she was beginning to understand more and more about her. Keefer was not going to be on her list of conquests. While Sheridan already knew that and respected that from the get-go, she now realized just how much work it would be for the tall woman to open up, let alone have sex. She suddenly hated Danni with a vengeance. Now knowing a little bit more than when she went to sleep, all of Keefer's comments made sense. Of course she thought she wasn't a good enough girlfriend, of course she thought she drove Danni to Susan... Of course Danni would say she was a cold fish in bed. That uncaring little fucker... Sheridan wished Danni were here right now. She could guess what the real problem was and if Danni were any kind of human, she would have helped Keefer, not hurt her. Keefer has major sex issues... I bet that bitch never once gave her any support.

Keefer sat on the side of the tub and tried to get her breathing back to normal. She felt confused and a little ashamed at what just happened. All sorts of new urges she'd never felt before overwhelmed her at once. She sat there with her arms resting on her legs, and her head in her hands, trying to gain some control back from her own body. Her sex wasn't just giving her signals, it was ringing bells and blowing whistles. It had been a fantastic feeling when she touched herself and as she replayed that moment in her head, the same image of Sheridan filled her mind. A groan escaped her lips and she opened her eyes to chase the image and the feelings away. Looking at her own wet shorts, the tall woman's hand automatically touched the darkened spot and she gasped at the feeling she received. She left her hand there and closed her eyes, the construction worker's half-naked body flashed behind the lids. She moved her hand and bit her lip; the sensations spread all throughout her body and she was afraid that she might make an embarrassing noise. Her hand kept moving tentatively, her breathing changed drastically. Quite against her will, she found herself imagining the blonde's hand between her legs. She felt her shorts get wetter and her sex get hotter. The feelings were incredible now -- traveling through her entire body, making her feel things she'd never... she couldn't stop if she wanted to. She moved her hand more confidently, struggling not to make any noise; the pressure was building from the inside out and her legs started to tremble. The sensations overwhelmed her, a quiet hiss escaped through her teeth as her body jerked uncontrollably. Blue eyes popped open and watched in disbelief as her thighs clamped closed around her hand.

It had been too quiet for too long. Sheridan knocked on the bathroom door. "Hey, you okay in there?"

Keefer jumped up to attention and turned on the water. "Yeah..." she croaked out. "I'll be right out." Her heart was pounding and she couldn't breathe. I have never felt anything remotely like that before with Danni, she thought in awe, staring at her hand. I can't believe I did that! What has gotten into me? The tall woman washed her hands thoroughly before doing the same to her flushed face. I have to get out of these shorts...

Sheridan watched Keefer closely as she exited the bathroom. She shivered at the telltale after-glow. Oh, boy! What I wouldn't have given to be part of that! All of a sudden, she realized why the tall woman was so flustered and she groaned to herself, I don't have the patience for this... Keefer reappeared dressed in jeans and a long-sleeve white shirt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She smiled quickly at Sheridan and then looked away guiltily. Well, maybe I have some patience left somewhere.

To be continued...in Part 6