Title: Again

Author: Majandra

Email: flavorlesschocolate@hotmail.com

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Brooke and Sam, duh! That's, like, all I can write at the moment, and I'm not even doing that well!

Disclaimer: Not mine, blah blah woof woof.

It was all on. Sam had written yet another bitter exposé on the Glamazons, and Brooke was not a happy camper. Translation? She was pissed off in the extreme. She'd finally cornered Sam in the bathroom and was in the process of giving the brunette a piece of her mind. Ever since the blonde had embraced the fact that she had a major crush on Sam, every awful thing Sam wrote hit her like a knife in the heart.

"What were you thinking? I was being nice to you, in the extreme, and you turn around and repay me like this? And it's not even me I care about, I can deal with you writing bitter, untrue things about me in your pathetic little newspaper, but when you start slandering my friends, that's when I draw the line. This feud, or whatever, it's supposed to be between you and me. I don't drag your little friends into it!"

Pausing for breath, she put her hands on her hips and looked at Sam. The brunette was in the stage just before the comeback, which involved lots of mouth opening and closing and spluttering.

"You... I... what?" she began, before composing herself. Remembering she was a journalist helped and she delivered her crushing verbal blows.

"I think that maybe all that blonde hair dye has rotted your brain, princess. You only get what you give, right? If you and your cronies didn't treat the rest of the school like social lepers, you might have nice things written about you occasionally. But no."

Sam, against her better judgment, had let Brooke pin her against the sinks. The taller girl leaned over Sam threateningly, and got right in her face. Taking a deep breath, she prepared for the real screaming to begin. Sam wasn't about to let this go without a fight, so she too drew a breath and, when Brooke began the screaming, it was interspersed with Sam's own yelling. For a while there, all you could hear was the sound, and maybe pick out a few phrases.

"Why are you so bitter, Sam? Is it because you never get any-"
"... why does it always have to boil down to something wrong with me-"
"... all that thick brown hair must be weighing on your brain-"
"... just because you're dating the captain of the football team-"
"... Josh and I broke up, though it's none of your business, I'm sure-"
"... I'm in love with you."

All conversation drew to a halt as Brooke stopped dead in her tracks and looked at Sam. Did she just say what Brooke thought she said?

"I am," Sam whispered. "I love you."

The two moved closer and kissed, almost desperately. The only sound to be heard in the bathroom was that of their heavy breathing. When the need for air became too great, they broke apart, only for Brooke to press a line of kisses down Sam's neck, finishing by sucking on her pulse point. Sam moaned in pleasure, then pulled back to tug Brooke's shirt over her head. She pulled it from the back forward, so that Brooke had to lean over nearly with her face in Sam's chest for the shirt to come off of her head. Then they were kissing again, kissing frantically, and Brooke was removing Sam's blouse, her bra, and she was brushing her thumbs against Sam's incredibly hard nipples.

"Is this okay?" she asked, knowing the phrase was cliché in the extreme, but not caring. Sam gasped with each feather light brush, and nodded her head.

"I want to fuck you, Brooke," Sam whispered, sending chills up and down Brooke's spine. Looking into the passion darkened chocolate eyes, Brooke nodded her assent.

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered back.

Sam trailed her way down to kneel at Brooke's feet where she undid the snap on the blonde's jeans and pulled them down. Brooke stepped out of them, and her panties too. Sam blew gently on Brooke's core and spread her legs a little further, before tilting her head up to look the blonde in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, I've just all of a sudden been hit with amnesia. What was it you wanted me to do again?" she teased. Brooke was too far gone to engage in any games. She whimpered slightly and ran a hand through Sam's hair.

"Fuck me, Sammy," she pleaded. Sam needed no further bidding. She bent her head and kissed the hot flesh, licking, sucking, nibbling at all the places she knew she would have liked to have been touched, and hoping Brooke felt the same way. From the noises the blonde was making, though, Sam had nothing to worry about. And when Sam nibbled gently on Brooke's clit, Brooke shattered.

With a sound that was halfway between a yelp and a wail, she fell forwards and grabbed the counter to support herself. Sam held onto her hips and kissed her gently again, bringing her back to earth. When she stood and faced Brooke, the blonde dived in and kissed her hungrily, tasting herself on the brunette's lips. She decided she loved it.

"I hope that was okay, I've never actually done it before," Sam admitted. "I love you."

Brooke was breathing pretty hard, but she managed to gasp a reply. "That... was the most amazing... I've never... I love you... do it again?"

Sam laughed and led Brooke to her bedroom.

-fin-