A/N: I'm currently doing a 100 prompt challenge on Tumblr, which I work on whenever I'm in the mood for something short and fast. It's for different pairings, so here are the Sharon/Brenda fics. Some are in the same verse, but I don't specify... so read them as fics on their own.

Prompt: Dark

Brenda's bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she worried it, pulling on it as she checked the time again on her phone: 12:28. Sharon was always on time, and they were supposed to be meeting at exactly 12:30. Brenda peeked out of the room again, finally seeing the captain at the end of the hall.

"Hurry up," Brenda mouthed, waving her hand urgently.

Sharon rolled her eyes and kept the same pace. Brenda couldn't deny she enjoyed the extra moments she had to watch the subtle sway of Sharon's hips in her tailored suit, but they were short on time.

Sharon finally got to the door and Brenda wrapped her hand around Sharon's small wrist, pulling her into the room as she quickly shut the door. Sharon made a small noise in the back of her throat when Brenda pushed her up against it, pressing her own lithe body against Sharon's.

The auburn-haired woman looked around them. There was no source of light in the room, making it hard for her to see much of anything. "It's dark in here," Sharon whispered right as Brenda's lips touched hers, her words being spoken against Brenda's mouth.

Brenda pulled back slightly, her fingertips grazing Sharon's jaw as her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. "We wouldn't have to do this here if you would just let me come to your house," she mumbled, the slightest bit of annoyance heard in her hushed tone.

Sharon didn't say anything in response. She never explained why she wouldn't invite Brenda over. They'd never gone to either of their homes, actually. It was one of their many unspoken rules.

"Besides," Brenda whispered as she took Sharon's hand into her own, "you don't need to see anythin'."

Brenda's lips were hovering, almost touching Sharon's, her hot breath teasing the other woman's lips. Brenda placed Sharon's hand against her abdomen, knowing Sharon could feel the fluttering and clenching of muscles beneath her fingers as her hand was guided lower and into Brenda's pants. Both of their breaths caught in their throats as Sharon's fingers slid against the blonde's slick center, slowly brushing over her sensitive clit.

"Just feel," she finished in a breathy tone before capturing Sharon's lips with her own, letting the older woman swallow her moans as talented fingers moved against and inside her.