Title: "Doin' It"

Author: carpesomediem

E-Mail: carpesomediem[at]gmail.com

Fandom: Popular

Pairing: Brooke/Sam

Rating: PG

Author's Note: Why do I keep typing this?  It's been almost 10 years since the show's been on air, if Ryan Murphy isn't coming to kick my ass by now, I think it's a safe bet he's not showing up to sue me anytime soon.  ;)  This is part of my drabble request fest.  For splendid_it.

Summary: Brooke and Sam, well, do it… and there parents know pretty much all the details.

"You don't think they can hear us?" Brooke asked, causing Sam to lose her train of thought.

"Who?  What?"

"My dad and Jane," Brooke persisted, pushing Sam off her.  Sam groaned in frustration.

"Brooke-"

"-I'm serious, Sam!"  She covered her eyes.  "If my dad finds out…"

"We're in the basement," Sam rolled her eyes.  "They can't even hear the dryer timer go off up there."

"I think I'm a little louder than that," Brooke responded with a grin.

"Let's test that theory."  Before Brooke managed to get another word in, Sam was on top of her finishing what she started.

***

"Are they still…" Mike trailed off, not quite sure how to end the sentence.

"It could be worse," Jane smiled weakly.

"That's one way of looking at it," Mike sighed.  "I just wish they were a little more…"

"Quiet?" Jane finished for him.

"Yeah, that's it," Mike replied uncomfortably.  "I mean, they are in the basement."

"Yeah."  They sat there in bed, hearing their daughters enjoying one another until they couldn't take it anymore.  That was the first night Mike and Jane decided that listening to music while trying to sleep would be mutually beneficial to everyone in the house.

***

"That's… weird," Brooke pointed out.  Music was coming from the master bedroom.

"You don't think?" Sam insinuated.

"Eww, no, Sam!" Brooke covered her ears.  "Just no!  That's gross!  I don't want to think about that…"

"I'm sure I could take your mind off of it," Sam whispered in her ear, pushing her up against the hallway outside their rooms.

"Could… you?"  Brooke lost her breath, it went shallow when Sam took control.

"If you want me to, that is," Sam shrugged, running a fingertip along Brooke's jaw line.

"We," Brooke gulped, "Should probably take this back down to the basement."