Title: Blame The Pants

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.

"Hey, those are those pants I was talking about," Brooke commented lazily. Her and Sam were lying on the sofa, their heads on the arms, their knees bent, feet meeting in the middle.

"Hey yeah. Remember last week you said you thought they'd look good on me?" Sam replied, not taking her eyes off the TV.

"They would," Brooke reiterated. "I think you'd carry them off nicely."

"Well, I bought a pair the other day," Sam admitted. "Because of you saying that."

Brooke showed some interest for perhaps the first time that Saturday. The entire day the two of them had just been lying on the sofa, watching TV, vegging out. Now Brooke sat up and smiled. "Go put 'em on," she begged, lifting a hand to stop Sam's protests. "I wanna see 'em," she insisted. Heaving a great sigh Sam hauled her body off of the sofa and trudged upstairs.

Brooke waited eagerly for Sam to come back. Finally the brunette reappeared, and Brooke's jaw dropped.

"What do you think? Do you still think I look good?" Sam asked, a trifle doubtfully. Brooke shook her head.

"Nope, not good," she managed, trying not to let her droolage show. Sam's face fell and she turned to leave the room. Brooke ran after and grabbed her arm.

"Sam, you don't look good in them. You look so unbelievably sexy you rendered me speechless, you great dolt!" Sam's smile could've split her face in half.

"Really?" she ventured.

"Oh, dear God, yes," Brooke confirmed with a grin. "Now let's watch a DVD – and you can keep THOSE on!"

Resuming their former positions, Sam put Bring It On in the player and lay back. As the movie played, Sam noticed Brooke looking at her. She shifted a little, not for the first time noticing hot tight the pants were. So she didn't realize Brooke's foot was creeping between her legs until it was too late.

Brooke, for her part, had not been joking when she'd said Sam looked sexy. It had confirmed something she'd known in the back of her mind for the longest time. She knew for sure she was gay. So when she looked up and was Sam lying there, she couldn't help but direct her foot in that, uh, direction.

"Brooke? What are you doing? Your foot is right in my – uh, oh God, yeah! Right there..." Sam started off confused but was distracted by what Brooke's foot was doing. Never stopping the constant massaging pressure, Brooke slowly sat up then grabbed a fistful of Sam's blue fluffy sleeveless turtleneck and pulled her in, kissing her firmly.

Sam would have protested but Brooke chose that moment to press down on Sam's clit, sending her over the edge. Her bliss filled cry was swallowed by Brooke sucking on her tongue. As Sam floated back to herself, Brooke ended the kiss. They both sat back, Sam's eyes lidded with passion, Brooke's wide a frightened.

"Not that I'm not grateful, cos believe me, I'm very grateful, but what was that for?" Sam asked huskily, as if just getting used to her voice again. Brooke blushed.

"I'm so sorry, Sammy. I was WAY over the line, and I apologize – but I blame the pants. You just looked so fuckable..."

"Oh, it was the PANTS," Sam said knowingly. "So, they should probably go then." She slid off the sofa and stood up.

"Definitely lose the pants," Brooke growled. Sam laughed and wriggled out of them. She stood there in her g-string, looking at Brooke hungrily.

"You, uh, might want to consider getting rid of your jeans, you know," she suggested nonchalantly.

"You know, I was just thinking the same thing?" Brooke said as she unzipped them and pushed them over her hips. Sam leaned in and kissed her, pulling her top over her head in one fluid movement. Interspersed with kisses, all remaining clothing was removed and they kissed, their hands exploring the uncharted territory.

"I love your breasts," Sam murmured, kissing them. "They're perfect – utterly Brooke."

"Mmm, do that again," Brooke pleaded as Sam's tongue flicked over a nipple. "I always wondered about your tongue-"

"Wonder no more," Sam promised, ducking down and dipping her tongue into the soft petals of flesh between Brooke's legs.

"God, Sammy, yes! Right there... harder! Oh, just like that! I, uh, I... oh..." This last was a low moan that wasn't quite loud enough to drown out the sound of keys in the front door.

"Shit, Mom's home," Sam swore, pulling away and grabbing her clothes.

"Crap! I was so close... finish the job, Sammy, I'm begging you..."

"Dammit, put your clothes on, Brooke! I'll do you later, I promise."

"Oh, you better," Brooke warned, pouting.

"Girls? I brought pizza, we eat in five minutes!" Jane yelled, not bothering to go find them. Grabbing Brooke in one last desperate kiss that was a promise of things to come, Sam walked into the kitchen, leaving the blonde to compose herself.

Brooke wept for five frustrated minutes as she yanked her clothes on angrily. When she walked into the kitchen she sat opposite Sam and started rubbing her toes against Sam's thigh, not letting her forget her promise. Sam's chocolate eyes darkened as she struggled with her pizza.

"So, what did you girls do today?" Jane asked, oblivious to the sexual tension between Brooke and Sam.

"Sammy showed me her new pants," Brooke said huskily. Jane smiled brightly.

"Don't they look good on her?" she gushed. Brooke smirked.

"Sammy, I don't think you ought to wear them to school."

Sam played along. "Why not?"

Brooke shot her a look that plainly said <Cos school administration would frown on me jumping you in chem class> and worked her toes higher. "You remember," she said innocently.

Sam's face turned puce and she gasped. How could Brooke have her foot... where her foot was... while Jane was in the room? Desperately trying to get her breathing back to normal, she flailed helplessly for a comeback and choked on a mouthful of mozzarella.

Jane was by her side in an instant. "Sammy, are you okay?" she fussed, patting her on the back. "You look a little flushed."

"Uh, yeah. I'm gonna go lie down," Sam answered, as if in a trance. Pulling away from the table jerkily, she stumbled up the stairs, holding onto the bannister for dear life.

Exactly twenty seven seconds later Brooke pushed her plate away. "I'm done!" she announced, chirpily. Gathering her plate and Sam's, she put both in the dishwasher before making a bee line for Sam's room.

"Do me! Hurry, now!" she ordered immediately.

"Hello to you, too, Princess," Sam drawled sarcastically from the bed. "Why should I, after your little stunt at dinner?"

"Please, Sammy! You've got me so horny I'm in physical pain here!" Brooke whined. "I need you baby."

"Twist my arm why don't you," Sam grinned. She grabbed the blonde in a searing, mind melting kiss while slowly undoing the snap on her jeans and pulling them down again. She pulled Brooke's panties aside and-

"Oh, Sammy!" Brooke exclaimed. "That feels AMAZING - oh, that tongue..."

"You TASTE amazing," Sam replied before pushing her tongue in as far as she could. Brooke gasped, grabbed Sam's head and started whispering to her, quickly.

"I hope you know what you do to me, Sam. You make me feel SO GOOD!  I love you Sammy, I love you... I'm gonna... I'm almost..."

What happened next is unclear. As far as they could tell then they thought back, two things happened at once. One, Sam bit down on Brooke's clit. Two, Jane knocked on the door.

Sam, hearing the knock, pulled away quickly, leaving the way clear for Brooke, in the clutches of the most amazing orgasm she'd ever experienced, to collapse on the floor with a thud and lie there, convulsing slightly, her face awash with bliss. Jane, hearing the thud, called through the door.

"Sammy? You okay?"

"Yeah Mom!" Sam called back, her voice unnaturally shrill with terror. "Brooke brought me a cold wash cloth for my head but she tripped over my laptop."

"Why aren't you laughing then?" Jane asked suspiciously. After 17 years of America's Funniest Home Videos, it wasn't in Sam's nature not to laugh when someone fell over.

"Oh believe me, I'm laughing on the inside," Sam drawled, her voice more normal. Brooke had recovered, redressed and was rolling on the floor crying tears of silent laughter.

"See you in the morning then," Jane said doubtfully. She went downstairs again.

Brooke seized Sam in the kiss to end all kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she murmured, placing kisses all over Sam's face.

"For what?" Sam giggled.

"For the best orgasm of my LIFE, that's what!"

But she was wrong. The best orgasm of Brooke's life was the next one Sam gave her... no, the next one... no, the NEXT one...

~fin~