Warnings/Spoilers: I'm just borrowing. *sighs* Ryan Murphy took them home first.
Summary: Brooke's distracted by Sam and her oral fixation.
Brooke was entranced. She was stuck in the dullest history class known to mankind as her teacher's voice drowned out by her mind wandering at the image before her: Sam McPherson was swirling her pen around her mouth, absentmindedly. Brooke had never seen anything more intense, or sexual, than what she was watching at that very moment. She didn't even realize her teacher was asking her to explain the Magna Carta to the class. It wasn't until Sam raised an eyebrow, pen hanging lazily between her supple lips, did Brooke turn beet red and ask what the question was again.