Title: It's Good To Talk

Author: Alan Hitchen

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Disclaimer: Popular is the property of Touchstone Television.

Pairing: Sam/Nicole

Rating: R (for implied sexual activity)

Summary: Silence is not always golden and things are not always as they seem.


In the corner of a darkened storeroom two young women, blonde and brunette, are engaged in acts that would have them expelled from their school in an instant if they were caught. They seem intent on pleasuring each other, lost in the moment, but in their own minds they are each a million miles away from here.

...

In public she never misses an opportunity to bad-mouth me. In private her mouth is put to a very different use. It's been two months since I decided to glory in the temporary sun of her ruthless force. Two months of hot sex and cold comfort. Hot sex, because she gives as good as she gets. Cold comfort, because I'm not the one she wants. I love her - but she'll never love me. And sometimes I even think she's incapable of that emotion. So it's hot sex, but it's just sex, and I want so much more...

...

In public she never misses an opportunity to slap me down. In private it's me she loves to go down on. Not that she actually loves me. It's been two months since I let my heart rule my head and made the first move. Two months since she kissed me back and I dared to hope for more. But I'm not the one she wants and I'll never be the one she loves. I'm just a convenient release, there'll never be more...

...

Physical sensation returning her to reality, the petite blonde shuddered as she climaxed. One word escaping her lips in an orgasmic sigh, sounding almost like a prayer, "Brooke."

Her brunette lover reacted violently. "You bitch! Can't you even pretend..."

"No," came the urgent reply, "it's Brooke. She's behind you."

Sam turned and there she was, Brooke, standing in the now open doorway. Hurridly, sticky fingers worked buttons and zips, frantically restoring the modesty lost in the heat of passion.

"So, how long has this been going on?" Brooke asked, clearly in a state of shock at the discovery of her best friend and her almost-sister in such a situation.

"Long enough," Nicole answered briskly. "Look, Brooke, it's not what it looks like..."

"You complete and utter bitch!" Sam interrupted angrily. "Next you'll be telling her I forced you into this. Whining and moaning and begging for beautiful Brooke to kiss your tears away as you slip your hand into her panties and your tongue in her mouth."

"Sam, it's not..."

"It is true, Brooke, Nic has the hots for you. Don't worry about this, I'm just something to pass the time before she can get you into bed."

"SAM!" Nicole wailed in anguish, grabbing the other girl and shaking her. "I don't want Brooke. I've never wanted Brooke. I want you. I love you."

"You do? But I thought..." Sam's eyes began to fill with tears. "Why didn't you say?"

Nicole's head flicked to indicate the intruder. "Because I thought you loved Brooke."

"Me?! Love Brooke? Whatever gave you... oh... no... I'm sorry, Nic, so sorry."

"Well, I'm glad that's sorted out," said Brooke, not at all put out by the fact that neither girl wanted her. "I guess now would be a good time to spring my surprise. You can come in now," she said, and another blonde entered the room.

"Thank the Lord for that, Ah'm tired of having to sneak around lahk a criminal all the time, " said Mary Cherry, kissing her girlfriend to make the position quite clear. "Now, if you two lovebirds don't mind, Brooke and ah have a use fer this room and ah don't play to an audience for love nor money."

But Sam and Nic had already gone to talk things out.

"Just us, then," said Brooke, returning the kiss.

"Just us," said Mary Cherry, shutting the door.


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