Warnings/Spoilers: I'm just borrowing. *sighs* Ryan Murphy took them home first. A drabble.
Summary: Brooke's trying to get Sam's attention.
"Sam," Brooke panted, pushing the brunette off her slightly. Sam was hovering, knees digging into the carpet on the sides of the blonde's hips. She was ready to devour her lover, from head to toe, and was working her way down the lithe body feverishly. The blonde's back was brushing against the carpet, rug burn was sure to fire. "Bed... let's... go... bed..." Brooke trailed off as Sam began kissing her neck, then her clavicle and making her way down between her breasts. Sam had no intention to stop what she was doing where she was doing it anytime soon.