Warnings/Spoilers: Everything belongs to Ryan Murphy; I just bring the characters out to play. Sex and what-not... enjoy.
Summary: Sam only has one thing on her mind, and it's definitely not getting the Zapruder out on time.
Samantha McPherson had little time to waste. The final bell had rung, she high-tailed it out of her last class for the day and didn't even bother stopping at her locker. Despite knowing better, she spent most of her free-time in the last week on the phone with Brooke while she was away at cheer camp. Since the first Zapruder issue was due by tomorrow morning, she knew she had very little time to throw together the newspaper. It would take her a couple of hours, but everything she needed was in the newspaper office, and with little distraction, she'd be done before midnight.
Or so she thought when she walked into the newspaper office. Wearing a short tan skirt and blue button-up satin shirt, Brooke McQueen sat, legs crossed, in her office chair waiting for her arrival.
"Hi, Sammy..." she smirked. "Thought I'd stop in to say hello." Sam dropped her backpack to the floor, closed the door behind her and slowly approached the blonde.
"It looks like you stopped in to say a lot more than just hello," she responded, licking her lips and taking in the sight before squeezing between the desk and Brooke. "So," she sat down on the desk, "What brings you to the dank and dark basement of Kennedy High?"
"Well, for starters," Brooke stood, closing the distance a bit and crossing her arms, "I haven't seen my beautiful girlfriend in six days, and well, second, this." She leaned forward and captured Sam's lips with a intensity neither shared before. While they hadn't made love often since they began dating, they'd done it enough to know what one another enjoyed, and this was a whole new experience for the both of them. "I missed you," she breathed out, letting Sam catch her breath a few minutes later.
"I missed you, too," Sam pushed her back slightly, motioning with her head to sit. Brooke obliged the request, sat, staring intently at the brunette before her. "Actually, I missed you more." Without warning, Sam slid from the desk to the chair and was now sitting in Brooke's lap, her hips thrusting into Brooke's center with the motion. "I'm going to show you," she purred into Brooke's ear, tugging at the lobe before making her way down to the blonde's neck, suckling her way down as she undid the buttons on her shirt. "No," she batted away Brooke's hands as she tried lifting Sam's shirt above her head, "This is all about you right now."
Sam practically ripped open Brooke's shirt when they began kissing again. Brooke moaned into the brunette's mouth as she took her bra-clad breasts in her hands. They'd worry about the couple of buttons left on the floor later. Well, Brooke would worry, Sam really didn't care at this moment. All she wanted to do was taste Brooke.
"Oh, Sam," Brooke threw her head back as Sam worked her lips down Brooke's body to kiss her collarbone and maker her way down. She could feel Brooke begin to buck against her, and before she knew it, the chair squeaked below them as Sam undid Brooke's bra and dropped it to the floor. Taking a nipple in her hand, she began rolling it between her fingers, taking Brooke's mouth into her own and demanding entrance. She continued kissing the blonder while switching breasts and thrusting herself against her lithe frame. Brooke's hands began to wonder, first down Sam's back and then to her hips, pulling her even closer. Without warning, Sam broke away from Brooke's mouth and dipped down to suckle her breasts causing the blonde to moan even louder.
"Shh," Sam came up quickly to say, putting a finger to her girlfriend's mouth which she immediately began sucking on causing Sam to purr as she continued nipping and sucking on the rack before her. Within minutes, Sam was running wild as she pulled her away from Brooke's writhing body and getting onto her knees to realize the blonde was wearing no panties underneath her incredibly short skirt. "Naughty, naughty..."
"Look who's the..." Brooke trailed off as Sam began working her tongue against her nub. She licked, sucked gently and let herself taste Brooke as if she'd never tasted anything sweeter before in her life. She could feel the blonde thrusting herself into her face, hands in her hair, pulling her impossibly closer to her center. "Oh... Sam..." she moaned, throwing her head back once more, lost as ripples ran through her body and onto Sam's lips as she thrust her tongue deep into her. As Sam slowly tongue-fucked Brooke, she took a nipple in her right hand, rolling it gently while her left hand worked circles around her nub. A few minutes later, Brooke twisted as her orgasm waved through her body and Sam slowly brought her head up to smile at those hazel eyes looking lazily down at her.
"How are you feeling?" Sam asked, still grinning.
"Wow," Brooke breathed heavily, her body beginning to relax. "That was just... wow." Sam stood up, picking the blonde's bra up and handed it back to her.
"Let me get that for you," Sam said, Brooke taking her bra in her left hand as the brunette buttoned her shirt back up for her. "Looks like I got a little carried away." Brooke looked down to find two buttons missing, still glowing.
"Oh, well," she shrugged. "It's not like I don't have more shirts for you to rip off my body... speaking of ripping shirts off of bodies..." She began to lift Sam's t-shirt, but she stopped her, bringing a hand up to her lips gently.
"You can make it up to me later, sweetheart," Sam smiled, picking up a stack of paper, "I have a deadline." She kissed Brooke on the lips quickly, sat down at her desk and began typing away, leaving a breathless Brooke wondering what she could surprise Sam with that night when she came home from the newspaper office.