Warnings/Spoilers: I'm just borrowing. *sighs* Ryan Murphy took them home first. A drabble.
Summary: Brooke and Sam at dinner.
Sam caressed her thigh softly, with just another pressure in her fingertips to bring the blonde to the edge and then back again before things crossed the line. Brooke kept her gaze trained on her father as he related another story about showing the boys up at work. She smiled, nodded and spoke at all the right places, and no one would've guessed the slow torture going on under the kitchen table. Jane served spaghetti, one of Sam's favorite meals, but it was hardly the meal she was focusing on at that night as her fingertips danced across Brooke's skin.