Fuck, her skin is so soft.

Sheridan was having a wonderfully sensual dream. Keefer was lying next to her, naked, allowing the blonde to touch her... explore her body. Sheridan's fingers drifted up over a perfectly curved hip and she flattened her palm against the skin of Keefer's lower back.

Ohh, baby... I may never wake up...

Calloused fingers traced the brunette's spine all the way to her shoulder blades and then back down again, chuckling silently as the taller body shivered.

It feels so real...

A nervous prickly sensation began in Sheridan's stomach and wiggled its way up into her brain.

Wait a minute...

Green eyes opened carefully and focused on silky black hair as it spilled over Keefer's shoulders.

FUCK!

The construction worker panicked, realizing that her hand was indeed up the back of Keefer's sleep shirt, sprawled across her lower back. While Keefer was facing away from her, Sheridan had no doubts that she was awake. She could feel the woman's heart beating insanely hard, matching her own hysterical rhythm.

Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.

Keefer was breathing erratically, the sexy curve of her backside tucked snuggly into the front of Sheridan's body. A smaller muscular leg was wrapped possessively around two very long ones.

Did I do this? Oh, fucking hell! What do I do now?

Keefer was beside herself with panic. She was lying there, trying to count sheep as a last ditch effort to fall asleep, when Sheridan migrated behind her and snuggled into her body. That was enough contact to set her own body on fire. Just when she thought she was calmed down enough, a leg wrapped around hers, pulling her backside as close to Sheridan as possible. At that moment, Keefer began to panic and it just got worse from there. Her whole body was tingling with arousal and her sex began to clench. The knowledge that her right butt cheek was touching Sheridan's crotch made breathing an effort. When a hand snaked its way up under her shirt, Keefer was panting. She wanted so badly to run away, but that strong leg held her tightly. Goose pimples sprouted all over her body; even in places she never knew goose pimples could appear. Her mouth was open with the effort to breathe and yet, she was as petrified as she was aroused.

Should I wake her? What if she wakes up and finds herself doing this? What do I say? Oh, my god, her fingers feel so good... Keefer was shivering uncontrollably as Sheridan's fingers touched her body. Jesus, she's only touching my back and I could scream from excitement! I can't even fathom what would happen if she touched my front. Sheridan's hips rocked gently against her backside and Keefer stifled a groan. It's touching me, it's so hot, I can feel the heat. Oh, god... Suddenly all movement from behind her stopped and she froze. She woke up! Keefer held herself still, not wanting to let Sheridan know she was awake, allowing her to touch her like she was.

"Keefer?" Sheridan whispered, still afraid to remove her hand.

The brunette stayed immobile, still trying to breathe.

"I know you're awake. I'm so sorry," she whispered sincerely.

"It's okay."

"No, it's not. I'm so sorry," Sheridan repeated.

"You don't have to apologize. It's really alright."

"You're not mad at me? I didn't know what I was doing... I was sleeping... and before at the club..."

She sounds so pathetic. Do I tell her what I'm feeling? Can I tell her what I'm feeling? She listened to the stuttering blonde continue to make excuses and swallowed hard. Oh heck...

"Sheridan?" Keefer interrupted.

"Yeah?"

"I liked it," the brunette admitted in a low whisper. "You don't have to stop."

"Excuse me?" Sheridan sat up and stared at the black hair.

Keefer exhaled loudly when her legs were freed and the hand disappeared from her skin. She focused on the bedside clock and took a deep breath before speaking. "I liked it, it felt very good," she said quietly. "It still does," she added almost imperceptibly.

Don't push her. Go slow, Sher. You can do it. "Do you want me to keep touching you?"

Keefer nodded, closing her eyes in anticipation.

On the inside, Sheridan screamed and jumped up and down. On the outside, however, she closed her eyes and smiled, all her teeth glowing in the dark. "Well, that's great, cuz I really liked it, too."

Keefer flinched nervously as she felt the warm body press up against her back and Sheridan's hand rest gently on her hip. Another hand began sifting through her hair softly, as if Sheridan was examining it in the dark.

"Is that okay?" the construction worker asked.

"Yes." Keefer felt her heart beat speed up when Sheridan's breath blew across the back of her exposed neck. What are you doing? Keefer questioned herself.

"Turn around, I want to see your face," Sheridan whispered, hopefully.

"I can't... I'm sorry."

Sheridan slowly slid her hand over the curve of Keefer's hip and onto her thigh. "That's okay," she said with understanding. Slow, babe, take it easy. She slid her hand back up and worked her fingers under Keefer's shirt. "May I?"

Keefer nodded, afraid to speak. She had all her attention focused on that hand, the other one danced around her shoulders and neck, but this one was more important, she had to keep track of it. She gasped as the rough skin of Sheridan's hand met her sensitive flesh. It felt so good; she was afraid she'd make a noise and bit her lip. She felt the slightest of kisses on the back of her neck and her nipples tightened painfully hard.

"God, you feel like silk," Sheridan mumbled into Keefer's hair, before inhaling the scent and memorizing it. She ran her hand up along the brunette's side, dipping her pinky down towards her belly. Keefer let out a loud breath through her nose and Sheridan grinned. "Can I?" she asked as she ran her pinky back and forth along the soft skin.

"Yes," Keefer responded hoarsely. Her throat was dry and she swallowed nervously. You've lost your ever-loving mind! Stop this!

Sheridan boldly slipped her hand down onto Keefer's stomach and let it rest there. She was thrilled with what was happening between them, but she knew Keefer was going to need some time, some coaxing for it to go any further. "Are you okay?"

Am I okay? I have no earthly idea. "Nervous," she admitted. "I know it's silly..." Keefer took a deep breath; she couldn't seem to control her breathing.

"No, it's not silly. Does it feel good?" Sheridan asked while still palming her stomach. She could feel the trembling inside and knew the brunette was more frantic than she let on.

"It feels very good. I'm just afraid that you might want me to, well... you may need... I don't know that I can..."

"Shhh... Don't worry about me," Sheridan kissed the back of her neck again and let her tongue poke out and taste the skin.

Oh, god... that was her tongue! Keefer swallowed hard again. "But I do. I know how you felt when you came here tonight." She didn't go on because Sheridan's fingers began moving on her stomach.

She has no idea. Sheridan mentally rolled her eyes. She was more even hornier now than she had ever been in her whole entire life. She'd have to do something but she couldn't scare Keefer -- not now, when she was touching her beautiful body. "It doesn't have to go that far, babe. How's this?"

Keefer shook again, unable to control her body's reaction to the roughened fingers on her skin. "I trust you, Sheridan." You better, Keef, this has gone much farther than you imagined.

"Good, cuz I'd never hurt you. I promise," Sheridan swore. She shook her head in disbelief. There wasn't a woman in this world who trusted her and she'd never given a pledge like that to anyone. Yet, her hand stayed respectfully within the boundaries of ribs to waistband, controlled by a force Sheridan had never felt before.

Keefer closed her eyes and concentrated on the feelings she had never experienced before. Her body had never been so receptive as if all of her skin was an erogenous zone, shooting wonderful sensations between her legs.

Smoke billowed from Sheridan's crotch. Well, it didn't really, but she swore it was blazing. Her thighs clenched together to provide some quick relief, but it didn't help... the fire was too hot. Being in a constant state of arousal for three days was torturing the muscular blonde, but right now, there was nothing she could do about it. Touching Keefer was not exactly making it any easier, but she couldn't stop. Feeling her perfect ass pressed into her lap was more than just arousing, it was intense. She fought every instinct to wrap a leg around Keefer and ride her ass for all it was worth.

Keefer arched her body uncontrollably when Sheridan slipped the hand from her hair up the back of her shirt. She was assaulted with sensation on the back and the front. Her breath was coming loudly from her flared nostrils, her nipples were practically throbbing and wetness was pouring from her sex. Jesus Christ, nothing has ever felt this good! I really want her to touch my breast, but I can't tell her that. Her hand keeps coming so close, but she doesn't touch it; she's being so nice, so controlled. A smile lit Keefer's face. Maybe she cares about me; it's not her style to go slowly...

Sheridan was practically panting like a dog. If she opened her mouth, she was positive her tongue would come rolling out across the bed. You better stop touching her, Sher. You might not be able to control yourself much longer. She crossed her ankles and begged her legs to stay still. Her fingers wanted so badly to touch Keefer's breasts, they were so close and she'd never let them down before. She wanted to feel their smooth softness in her palms, weigh them, squeeze them, hold them. Her sex spasmed painfully and she saw stars. Okay, stop right there... do not pass go. Step away from the breasts!

Keefer was surprised when Sheridan's hands left her body completely. She waited for the blonde to speak, but all she heard was heavy, erratic breathing from behind her. She sounds worse than I do... she got that way by touching my body? Keefer waited some more, this time she heard a stifled groan. She's bad, all right. She couldn't have gotten so turned on from touching me; she was already horny from the club... that's it. The bed shifted and she knew Sheridan had turned over onto her back.

"I gotta get some sleep. I got work in the morning," Sheridan's voice was thick with arousal.

God, she sounds so sexy like that. "Yeah, me too." HA! Sleep.

"Good night, Keefer."

"Night, Sheridan."

The muscular blonde pled with her crotch to stop hollering at her. It didn't work. She threw an arm over her eyes and sighed heavily. Now what?

Keefer's body was singing arias and the racket was deafening. She concentrated as hard as she could, and finally slowed down her breathing and her heart rate and began to relax. She managed to ignore her nipples long enough so that she was able to turn over onto her stomach and get comfortable. Her mind was racing with thoughts of what had just happened. Sheridan Landers was in her bed, touching her naked skin and breathing on her neck. She even tasted it. The contact was brief, but it was enough and she couldn't help imagining that feeling everywhere else on her body.

Sheridan was in misery, there was nothing else she could do, so she opened her pants and slipped her hand inside slowly and quietly.

Keefer heard the quick inhale and furrowed her brow in confusion. What the hell? Her eyes opened wide in astonishment when she heard the strange breathing pattern next to her. Oh, sweet Jesus... she's not...! Sheridan's leg shifted and it leaned lightly against Keefer's, yet she could feel it quivering. She is! In my bed! With me right here! Despite her shock, Keefer found herself getting turned on all over again. I wish I could do that, she thought jealously. The idea of Sheridan touching herself right next to her made her mouth water. Keefer wanted to do the same -- she even moved her arm, resting her hand on the bed by her hip -- but couldn't go any further. Go on, it's not like she'll ever notice. She's doing it, too. She couldn't do it, as wet as she was and as turned on as she was by what was going on beside her, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Suddenly, Sheridan stopped breathing and grunted quietly. Was that it? Keefer heard the blonde's breathing slow down and even out. That was it. Damn, she's quick. Either that or she was really, really horny. The brunette felt Sheridan turn over onto her side and heard her sigh. Could I have really done that to her?

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"Keeeeefer," Sheridan whispered, crouching down beside the brunette's side of the bed.

The inspector stirred, a small smile crept across her lips. "Mmm," she hummed.

"Come on, sleepy head... wake up." The construction worker brushed black hair off of the sleeping face. She's so beautiful. "Keefer... I gotta go."

Keefer rose to consciousness with a lengthy stretch, turning over on her back.

"You awake?" Sheridan whispered.

Blue eyes opened slowly and widened when they focused on Sheridan's lopsided grin. She sat up quickly and looked away.

Shit... she's probably mortified at what happened last night.

"Umm, you're leaving? What time is it?" Keefer asked the blanket, unable to make contact with green eyes.

"It's seven. I don't know what time you need to be at work, but I have to go now. I made coffee, if you want it," she pointed to a steaming mug on the nightstand.

Keefer's sleep-addled brain finally made sense out of everything and she blushed hotly. She lowered her head and glanced sideways at Sheridan. "Thank you for the coffee and for waking me up. I must have forgotten to set the alarm last night."

Man, she is really uncomfortable. Do something! "Look, about last night... I um, I got carried away, I don't know what happened when I was sleeping, but I sure enjoyed it when I was awake."

"Me too," Keefer mumbled, turning her head to the side to catch a glimpse of the blonde. Sheridan's smile made her stomach flutter.

"Yeah, so, I gotta get going." Sheridan stood up. "If you don't mind, maybe we could... I don't know..."

"That would be nice." Jeez Keef, at least let her finish the sentence! She blushed redder.

Well, that answers my question. "You have my number. Give me a call, okay?"

Keefer nodded, afraid she'd say something embarrassing if she opened her mouth.

Can this be any more awkward? "See ya, Keef."

Blue eyes ran the length of Sheridan's body as she walked out of the room. A sudden urge to run after Sheridan and kiss her goodbye startled her. But did you see that ass? After hearing the front door click closed, Keefer threw herself onto her back and groaned out loud. She called me Keef... A smile spread across her lips and she giggled. "Oh, man, you are in trouble." Turning over onto her stomach, she fished out the black sports bra from under her pillow and smelled it, memories of the night before flooded her brain making her heart pound. "So much trouble."

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Sheridan couldn't show up to work in the clothes she had slept in and she refused to walk around all day stinking of her own arousal. Stopping home, she took a long, hot shower and ran the dogs around the block twice, with great apologies for staying out all night, before she hopped into her car and drove to work.

The radio was blaring, the bass pounding in the pit of her empty stomach. She made a quick run to Dunkin Donuts and screeched into a parking spot.

Tony laughed and tsk'd when Sheridan flew up the stairs, half a donut hanging out of her face. "Well, well, well... look at what the cat dragged in," he snickered.

"And look at that, almost ten to boot. Late night, Patch?" Phil pointed to his watch and wiggled an eyebrow.

"Uck oo, illy." Sheridan spit the uneaten portion donut out of her mouth and narrowed her eyes at all three of her smirking co-workers.

"Sooo, still cranky, eh? I'd have thought maybe you got laid or something," Bobby gestured to the mis-buttoned flannel Sheridan had thrown on this morning.

The blonde shrugged and began to blush. "Yeah, well, you thought wrong," she rolled her eyes at him and fixed the buttons on her shirt. "I was in a rush is all."

"I don't know that I believe you, Patch. I mean all the signs are there. You even look like you got some."

"Looks can be deceiving, boys," she snickered. So what if she did get some, doing it herself didn't count.

"I know... BODY CHECK!" Phil yelled and all three men pounced on the smaller blonde, pulling her clothes all over the place, looking for telltale signs.

Sheridan laughed loudly and allowed them to check her body, if for no other reason so that she could gloat when she proved them wrong. "You guys suck ass!" she yelled into Tony's thigh between attempts to bite it. She never said she'd let them do this willingly.

"Anything?" Bobby grunted while trying to control the flailing arms.

"Nope," Tony replied.

"Ditto," Phil agreed.

They let her go and watched her rearrange her clothes with curious looks on their faces.

"I told you so," she stuck out her tongue and gave them the finger.

"I don't know. This is all too weird. It's been three days and you haven't gotten any?" Bobby frowned, trying to figure it out. "By now you should have exploded."

"Yeah, all that tension... and especially after that woman... Hey..." Phil grinned wickedly, "It's this woman, ain't it!"

"Fuck you, leave her out of this," Sheridan snapped.

"Oh yeah, that's it. It's that woman, the one with issues."

Green eyes narrowed dangerously and Sheridan flexed her arms as she folded them across her chest.

"Whoa, okay... just a thought," Phil backed up and returned to work.

"Keep it to yourself, Philly-boy, I ain't sharing," she stomped off to smoke a cigarette.

Conversation stopped as the guys contemplated to themselves about this new development. From Sheridan's reactions, it was apparent that it was definitely something to do with this woman... but what?

The blonde calmed down enough to think rationally and it occurred to her that she just went a little off the deep end protecting Keefer's honor among these morons. What the hell was that all about? Why is she all of a sudden so special? What is she doing to me?

"Do you think she feels something for this woman?" Bobby wondered out loud.

"I don't know, but whatever it is, this woman is off limits," Tony made the button gesture on his lips.

"No kidding, I thought she was gonna hit me!" Phil worried.

"Pussy," Bobby teased.

"Yeah, well, you take a slug from those arms and then call me a pussy."

Sheridan noticed the guys looked too innocent when she came back. "What the hell were you guys talking about?" she asked angrily.

"Your sex life, Stud."

"Rather, your lack of a sex life," Tony laughed.

They're teasing you, Sher, lighten up! "Whoa, hey, I never said I didn't have a sex life, I always got me a steady," she held up her right hand and wiggled the fingers.

"Jeez, Patch! That's a visual I didn't need!" Phil shook his head and grimaced.

Sheridan snickered at his discomfort. Let him chew on that one for a while.

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The day passed quickly for Keefer and before she knew it, it was time to go home. She made neat little piles of work on her desk and stood by the window to stretch.

Today, when she thought of Sheridan, she had physical feelings to recount. Drawing on those feelings made her crave more of the same and soon she was running her own hands up and down her body, imagining them to be Sheridan's. Hours flew by as she stopped every so often to entertain herself with thoughts and sensations of the blonde's hands all over her body. Especially her nipples.

Sheridan's fingers came so tantalizingly close to her breasts the previous night, driving her to the brink of sanity. Every so often, a finger would brush the underside of one and Keefer strained to keep her groans to herself. She wondered about that too today, she had never made noise during sex, yet last night she wanted to scream out loud. She wondered -- with a blush, of course -- what would happen should Sheridan actually touch her breasts? Would she be able to control herself? Last night was not even close to sexual, but Keefer was beyond aroused from the innocent meanderings of the construction worker's hands. The sounds that welled up and threatened to spill out of her mouth from the roughened fingers gently exploring her skin frightened her. Would Sheridan think she was crazy if she let them out? Could she let them out? The mere thought of letting loose a groan in front of the blonde made her blush in embarrassment.

The tall brunette closed her office door behind her and walked through the carpeted halls towards the elevator.

"Gibson!"

Keefer jolted from her thoughts at the sound of her boss's voice. "Yes?"

"You never submitted a report from that construction site... what was it... Lanson..."

"Landers and Sons. I didn't?"

"No, you didn't. Any reason? Too many violations?"

"Uh... I don't know, sir." Keefer strained hard and couldn't remember anything about the construction site, except the muscular blonde who showed her around. Did I even bring my clipboard? I can't remember a thing!

"You don't know? What the hell, Gibson?"

"I, uh... I'm sorry?" she gave him a pleading look. Please don't send me back there... not now. I can't look at her yet... Keefer watched miserably as he stepped into the elevator.

"I want a full report. Tomorrow. On my desk. Have a good night," he said curtly before the doors closed in front of his face.

"Dammit!" she growled and stalked back into her office to retrieve what she needed for tomorrow. Great... she's going to think I'm an incompetent fool! Better yet, she's going to think I needed an excuse to see her... I can't even face her! Not with what I've been doing.

Keefer frowned furiously as she banged the elevator button. "Damn."

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Sheridan wrapped her leg around the woman's neck and grabbed fistfuls of hair, pushing the woman's face deeper into her sex. She banged her knee into the steering wheel, but ignored the pain, briefly wondering if this woman's neck was gonna snap from the position she was in.

"Mmph... mmmm," the woman hummed into Sheridan's crotch, the blonde was so receptive tonight, even more so than last night. She thanked her luck, not many women got to taste the muscular blonde.

"That's it, baby... don't stop..." Sheridan grunted between loud breaths.

The brown haired woman shook her head in agreement, shoving her fingers deeper, sucking harder. Why would she even think of stopping? Okay, so maybe her neck was in danger of breaking, but shit, she was eating Sheridan Landers!

"Fuck!" Sheridan gasped, tightening her hold in the brown, curly hair. "I'm gonna come..." she rasped.

The woman grunted approval and doubled her efforts. Sheridan was so hot tonight, it was incredible.

The blonde's legs tensed and she began to tremble. She focused on the head between her legs, the much-needed release flooded through her body and she groaned languidly. As the orgasm began to subside, she released the brown hair and closed her eyes. Keefer's face appeared in her mind and hungry blue eyes bore into her. "God!" she yelled, grabbing the steering wheel for leverage as her orgasm renewed itself, her pelvis bucking uncontrollably. When she settled down a little, she pulled the woman's face from between her legs. Her legs were still twitching and her clit was spasming even without the contact. "Oh shit, Keefer..." she muttered under her breath, amazed at the effect the inspector had on her.

"Keefer?" the woman asked as she sat up, arranging herself in the passenger's seat.

Fuck me... Sheridan groaned and banged her head against the steering wheel.

"Who the fuck is Keefer? I know you fuck a lot of women, Sheridan, but is it too hard to remember who you're with at the time?" she asked angrily, yanking her skirt down roughly as she opened the car door.

"Look, wait up! Hey!" Sheridan called after her, struggling to get her pants back on while trying to chase after the hurt woman.

"HEY?" she called back. "HEY? I bet you don't even KNOW my name, do you!"

Sheridan looked guiltily at her feet.

"You son of a bitch!" the woman yelled, beginning to attract attention from the people entering and leaving the club.

"Hey, I'm sorry... it slipped out!" Sheridan yelled back in frustration, glaring at the passersby.

"Fuck you, Sheridan!"

Green eyes flashed with anger and embarrassment. She flung herself back in the car and slammed the door so hard, the widow rattled. "Fucking shit!" she yelled resting her head on the back of her seat. Reaching down and adjusting her underwear, she shrugged. "Well, at least she licked good pussy," she snickered as she turned the key in the ignition. "That'll keep me for a few days."

To be continued...in Part 10