Title: For MacKenzie

Author: Majandra

Email: flavorlesschocolate@hotmail.com

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: B/S

Disclaimer: I am not worthy, etc. etc.

Feedback: Please

Author's notes: I got a new computer for Xmas, and in the process of switching everything over, I kind of lost all of One Is One. Could someone do me the supreme favor of emailing it to me, cos I really don't want to have to type it all again. Since that fic is obviously on hold, here's a little something. It jumps off from that scene in the last episode where they're both standing there over MacKenzie... actually, it's the scene where they NAME her MacKenzie. I just thought, why should this baby grow up with Sam and Brooke continually fighting? So I thought, wouldn't it be better if they... well, read it.

"Little Mac McQueen," Brooke tried out. "I like it." The two proud sisters looked down at the life they had helped bring into the world and smiled. Truly this was a job well done.

"Um, Brooke?" Sam ventured, turning to face the blonde. When Brooke finally tore her gaze from Mac, Sam had stepped right in close.

"You rang?" she asked, dryly. They faced each other, bare inches between them.

"I was just thinking... about us," Sam informed her. "It's nice that we've stopped this feud long enough so that Mac has a name... and life."

Brooke smiled. "Yes. It is nice," she agreed. Without noticing, she stepped closer to Sam.

Sam mirrored the move unconsciously. "I mean, what kind of environment would that have been to grow up in?"

"Oh, I know," Brooke agreed again. Licking her lips nervously in a move she's seen so many times from Sam, she took a breath before continuing. "It'd be much better for her if we were getting it on."

Sam went bright red. "Scuse me?" she choked.

"Getting ALONG! Meant to say, getting ALONG!" Brooke yelped. Sam smiled and brought her hands up to Brooke's face.

"Yeah, no, I liked the first version better," she admitted, watching the blonde's face warily for her reaction. But the reaction she saw was one of pure relief.

"Really? Oh, me too."

"Do you know how incredibly beautiful you are? How many times I've watched you across the cafeteria, how many times I've breathed in your scent during class? I thanked god every day the Claw made me sit next to you."

"What about me? Having to watch you going about your business with that oral fixation that surrounds everything you do? Every time I see you moisten your gorgeous lips with your beautiful tongue, I overheat. And when I think about your tongue, I think about other things too..."

"What... kinds of things?" By now they were pressed up against each other, every inch of their bodies aching for contact.

"Other things you could be doing with your tongue. Places you could use it other than your lips."

"Like where?" Sam breathed, with some difficulty.

Brooke's hand lifted from where it was resting on her hip. It drifted up to her face where it pointed to her own lips. Sam reached up and licked them briefly. Encouraged, Brooke's hand drifted to her chest. Sam helped her off with her shirt and licked a rock hard nipple through Brooke's amply filled bra. Then Brooke indicated that Sam's next stop should be her jeans.

"Perhaps we could take this upstairs?" Sam requested.

"Okay," Brooke squeaked. Grabbing her shirt she joined Sam in sprinting up the stairs. Once in Sam's bedroom...

"So, happy with my tongue so far?" Sam teased.

Brooke pouted. "No."

Sam hesitated. "Why not?"

"I didn't get to taste it yet," Brooke replied as she pulled Sam closer and sucked the brunette's tongue deep into her mouth. Sam moaned, her legs unsteady. She kissed Brooke, with all of her pent up sexual frustration evident. Brooke kissed back equally fervently. Clothes somehow found their way to the floor, and within minutes there were two very naked girls regarding each other.

Sam stared at the beauty that was Brooke McQueen. "My god," she exclaimed softly. "You're perfect."

"You... How did you hide those?" Brooke asked. She reached out to touch, but Sam slapped her hand away.

"I'm brilliant. No touching! This is my show, starring me and my tongue. Your turn will come."

"I hope I come before my turn," Brooke quipped, still staring at the larger than expected breasts Sam had been hiding all this time.

"Undoubtedly," Sam growled as she pounced. Kissing Brooke firmly, she pulled away to lick a trail down her jaw, past her neck (which she bit gently, then not so gently) to her chest. Brooke was squirming and mewling like a kitten before Sam even started on her breasts. Sam kissed every inch of pale skin on Brooke's perfectly rounded globes but ignored the place that craved her so much. The blonde cried out with the tension.

"God, Sammy, please!" she almost shouted. Sam only smiled and continued on her way down to Brooke's stomach. Here she paused. She kissed Brooke's navel, then, waiting until the blonde least expected it, she reached back up to take a nipple in her mouth. Brooke almost came from just that touch. Almost.

Making sure both sides got equal attention, Sam returned to Brooke's stomach. She licked all around the navel, showing off her tongue's superior skill. When Brooke looked down at the glistening trail, she realized Sam had licked her name. But by then...

"Was this where you wanted me to put my tongue to good use?" Sam inquired innocently. Brooke was close, so close, and could only nod, her normally hazel eyes black with desire. Sam grinned. "But my tongue, wonderful though it is, is tired. How shall I recharge it?" She kissed Brooke passionately. "Perhaps you'd best be lying down for this." Brooke lay on the bed, her body humming and straining for release.

"Now where was I?" Sam teased. She pushed apart Brooke's legs and kissed the hot, aching lower lips. "Mmm." she moaned, thoroughly enjoying herself. The taste was fantastic, utterly Brooke. She pushed her tongue inside to taste more.

Brooke screamed as she came. Her first truly explosive orgasm, and it was with someone she really loved. Sam was holding her hips steady now as she licked, nibbled and sucked at Brooke's core. Brooke came back down to earth to find herself almost in the clouds again. Sam wasn't letting up for a second, moving faster now. She slipped two fingers slowly inside Brooke as if waiting for as okay, which Brooke gave by moaning loudly. Sam added a third and used her thumb to flick Brooke's clit.

Brooke screamed again, louder this time. Sam drew it out as long as she could then took the shuddering, convulsing blonde in her arms. She kissed Brooke gently.

"Still disappointed in my tongue?" she whispered.

Panting, Brooke replied, "No. Your tongue is the best tongue at Kennedy. But, uh, has my turn come yet?"

Sam grinned. "If you think you're up to the challenge... ohhh..."

Brooke was kissing her before she had even finished talking.

-fin-

Brooke's Revenge

A knock on the bathroom door signified an unwanted outside presence. Sam and Brooke leapt apart, horrified looks on their faces. Finally, Sam decided she'd best be saying something.

"Um, yeah?" she called.

"Mike and I are going out for tea and I can't find Brooke anywhere," Jane called back. The door was locked so she couldn't come in, but that didn't stop her talking. "So can you watch the baby? And tell Brooke, when you see her, she's supposed to stay with you tonight." Jane paused, waiting for an answer.

"Okay, Mom," Sam yelled. "See ya!"

"Bye, baby," came the answering shout but Jane was already halfway down the stairs. Eager to leave much?

Brooke raised her head from under the covers where she'd been cowering. "Is it safe?"

"As houses," Sam laughed at her. "But it's my educated guess that your, uh, TURN will have to wait. We have a baby to watch."

"All the more time for me to plan my attack," Brooke said mysteriously. It came out more as a promise than a threat.

Pulling on robes rather than bothering to get dressed, they wandered down the stairs holding hands. Thankfully, Jane and Mike had left, the only sign of them having been there a note on the table.

"The baby is diapered, fed and watered," Brooke read. "Can you please name her before we get home? She should go straight to sleep. Love, your parents."

"We never informed the parentals about Mac's name, did we?" Sam giggled.

"I think we were, uh, otherwise occupied." Brooke snickered.

Giving into the overwhelming urge to coo over their tiny sister, they went into the living room where Mac was tucked up in her bassinet, waving her arms around her head peacefully. Both older girls melted at the sight of her.

"She's so beautiful," Sam breathed, in awe. Brooke nodded.

"I think she's gonna look like you. She has the coloring for it, at least."

"Should we take her upstairs? Put her in her crib?"

Brooke frowned thoughtfully. "I think if Mom and Dad had wanted her up there, they would have put her up there before they left. Let's just leave her."

Sam walked over to the TV. "Shall we watch a movie, then?" she inquired. Brooke nodded and went to sit with her. Nothing much was on, so they sat in comfortable silence channel surfing. Or they would have, if Mac hadn't started crying within five minutes.

"Oh no! What do we do?" Brooke started to panic. Sam stayed calm, however, and began running through a mental checklist. "It's not her diaper, she's not hungry, she's probably just tired. I'll pick her up and see what happens."

Sam reached out for her sister, holding the baby gently against her chest. It worked like a charm, Mac stopped crying almost instantly, and buried her face in Sam's hair. Brooke laughed. "I think she likes you," she whispered. "Can I try?"

Wordlessly, Sam handed the baby to her. Mac stirred, but only whimpered slightly during the transfer. Once on Brooke's shoulder, the baby repeated her earlier actions, burying her face in the silky blonde hair. It was Sam's turn to laugh.

"She just likes our hair," she giggled. "Let's wait till she's asleep, then put her in her crib. Here, giver her to me."

Brooke was only too happy to comply. Even though it appeared that little Mac McQueen liked her, she was still nervous around babies. Sam took the baby and began to gently waltz around the room, crooning softly. Brooke watched, utterly in love with Sam at that moment. As Sam stopped dancing and lay down on the couch, the baby cradled against her chest, Brooke left the room and headed for the kitchen. Supplies were in order.

By the time she returned, MacKenzie was asleep and Sam was dozing lightly. A gentle tap on the shoulder and she sprang awake, and carried the sleeping baby up to her crib. She placed a tiny kiss on her tiny sister's cheek, then left the room and walked right into Brooke.

"Scare me much?" Sam gasped, clutching at her chest. Brooke smiled.

"I believe it would be my turn now."

Brooke led Sam into her room, and quickly undressed both of them. Sam sat on the bed, wondering what was in store for her. Brooke gestured that she should lie down, which she did, then Brooke began to slowly inch her way up to lie beside the brunette. It was executed so sexily that Sam was panting before Brooke had even started the torture she had planned.

Phase one of the plan involved whipped cream. "Cliché, I know, but my tongue isn't as talented as yours. You'll have to settle for me licking my name OFF of you, made of whipped cream." Sam only nodded dumbly as Brooke carefully wrote her name in creamy script. "Bear with me," she whispered, bending to lap up the cream.

Sam arched off the bed towards Brooke's tongue. The cheerleader was using only the very tiniest of strokes with her tongue, doing more to inflame Sam than to actually consume the cream. Sam whimpered, trying to arch closer to Brooke's tongue but Brooke held her down. He next move was to pull Sam's legs apart and position herself between them. Sam thought this was her reprieve, Brooke was going to get down to business, so to speak. Expecting Brooke's hot mouth, she was surprised to feel only a quick stream of whipped cream. She cried out, in frustration, but Brooke only laughed. Gently she sucked the whipped cream up, never touching enough to satisfy, only to tease. Tears of frustration trickled down Sam's face, but Brooke didn't relent.

Brooke crawled back up the bed and kissed Sam's lips, again just enough to torture, not to satisfy. More tears followed, wearing tracks down Sam's face, and just for the tiniest second Brooke felt bad for drawing this out. But it passed, and she went back to what she was doing. She ran her fingers everywhere on Sam's body, the feather light touch driving Sam mad. The poor brunette felt as if she were going to spontaneously combust, and the sound she was making was designed to alert Brooke to this possibility. The blonde ignored it.

Whipped cream was shot onto the brunette's aching nipples and licked off again, still not prolonging the contact any more than was necessary. Then Brooke pounced. She plunged her tongue deep into Sam's mouth, swallowing the scream that came from the unexpected kiss, and she finally let her hands touch, feel, satisfy. Sam cried out from the sudden pleasure, but Brooke wasn't finished with her.

Next Brooke took one rock hard, painfully erect nipple into her mouth at the same time as she slid a single finger into Sam's core. Sam screamed and came, hard. She burst into breathless, ecstatic tears but Brooke still wasn't through with her. She added another finger and curved them upwards, seeking out the certain place she knew was there and she knew would drive Sam over the edge, and it brought Sam close... close but no cigar. So Brooke brought out the big guns. She bent her head down and took Sam's clit in her mouth, and sucked, not too gently. Sam's world shattered again as Brooke moved up to hold the quivering, sobbing journalist tight. Craning her head, she nipped Sam's earlobe gently, and whispered, "I love you."

"God, Brooke..." Sam panted. "I love you so much..."

Exhausted, Sam snuggled into Brooke's shoulder and prepared to fall asleep. Brooke chuckled quietly.

"You have a lot in common with Mac, you know," she murmured. Sam moved her head slightly.

"Really? You think so?"

"You're both beautiful, you both have the same mother, you both love me... and you both like to snuggle up to me. Look, Sam, you just buried your face in my hair, exactly the same was MacKenzie was doing a little while back. Now you can't tell me you didn't notice that. It's so cute."

"I think," Sam replied, with some difficulty, through an enormous yawn, "that it had less to do with wanting to be cute, and more to do with the fact that I'm a) in love with you and b) exhausted. Can I sleep now?"

"We should really be watching Mac," Brooke said doubtfully.

"Bring her in here, then," Sam suggested.

After getting dressed (or putting on pajamas, which is a little more accurate) Sam crept down the hall, lifted MacKenzie gently and brought her back to Brooke's room. She handed the baby to Brooke as she climbed into bed, and snuggled in close to the blonde. MacKenzie fitted nicely on top of them, sleeping peacefully on Sam's chest with one tiny arm thrown over Brooke. After one more loving, heartfelt kiss the two older girls fell asleep.

When Mike and Jane came home, they found their three daughters this way, and after taking the baby back to her crib they stood and watched Brooke and Sam sleep. As they watched, Sam stirred slightly, and Brooke reached out an arm and pulled her closer, burying her face in Sam's long dark hair. Neither girl could get any closer to the other. It looked very loving, very tender, and very reassuring as to whether or not they could leave the baby with their daughters without little Mac being caught in the fallout of world war three.