Title: Shopping For More Than Clothes

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.

Now that they were friends, Brooke and Sam found themselves spending a lot more time together. This was really driven home to them when they found themselves planning a shopping trip for the following day.

"So we'll hit just the one mall, but all the shops in it, right?" Brooke clarified, glad that Sam had relented. Sam only wanted to pay a visit to one shop, then crawl home and lick her retail inflicted wounds.

"All right, already. But can you believe this? We're shopping together. Six months ago we would have been surprised to even talk to each other, much less plan a shopping trip!"

"I know, it's just so spinny. But I'm glad, really. You're turning out to be one of the best friends I've ever had."

Sam smiled at this. She'd never known just how sweet Brooke McQueen could be, until she started acting civil. Now she was not surprised to find she felt the same way.

Going to bed on amiable terms, they woke the next morning fresh and ready for a big day of shopping. Or at least, Brooke did. She bounced out of bed, and into the bathroom where she met up with Sam, who was brushing her teeth and looking morose.

"Cheer up, Sammy. Even if you don't like shopping, at least you can find solace in the fact that you get to spend the whole day with me."

Sam had to smile at this. "You really love yourself, don't you."

Brooke's only reply was "Come on! Get dressed! We're going!"

Three hours and three times as many shops later, Sam was pooped. There was no other word for what she was feeling, just a bone deep weariness that she couldn't shake. Normally she was full of energy, it was just shopping. Shopping did this to her. Thankfully, she thought, there was only one shop left. Brooke was keen to buy some new underwear as she had recently discovered she didn't have anything in aquamarine. Sam decided to go along for the ride simply because there was something she needed to buy as well.

Brooke rushed off as soon as they entered the store, to search for a cute matching set in the color of her dreams. Sam was left to blush deeply as she told the sales lady what she wanted. After having it handed to her with a kindly smile, Sam slunk off to the dressing rooms to try it on.

She couldn't help but move slowly, it was the day's shopping wreaking havoc on her. Slowly she undid her blouse and slowly she removed her sports bra, trying on the new under wire bra. "Damnit, I really hoped I wouldn't grow anymore," she muttered under her breath. "I was happy with what I had. Sure, I was no Brooke McQueen, but I was happy. And now this... who goes up three sizes in as many weeks? I'm a freak. A newly big chested freak."

Her not-so-internal monologue was interrupted by a knock on the changing room door. "Sammy? You in there?" God, was Brooke ever not chirpy? Not that Sam minded.

"Yeah. I'm kind of in the middle of trying something on, though."

"Can I see?" Brooke asked, and just as Sam was about to say no, she barged into the cubicle. Her eyes grew wide, and her face turned a delicate shade of pink.

"Ho-Ly," she breathed. "Jesus, Sam, I don't know how you managed to hide those, but DAMN! Girl, you are stacked!" Sam blushed redder than Brooke, and attempted to cover herself. Brooke moved closer. "Sam, don't try to hide yourself. You're..."

Sam only blushed harder. "Trust me, this" (here she indicated her chest) "is a very recent development. And I'm what?"

"Huh?" Brooke was a little less articulate than Sam was used to. It could have had something to do with the fact that she was still staring at Sam's breasts.

"You said, 'Sam, don't try to hide yourself. You're...' I'm what, Brooke?"

"You're stunning."

This simple admission took both of them by surprise, however at the backs of their minds they knew they were in a changing cubicle in a busy mall.

"I think... I think I want to go home now," Brooke breathed. Sam arched her eyebrows.

"Brooke McQueen, the queen of shopping, has had enough? What is the world coming to?"

Brooke took one step towards Sam, and then another, never taking her eyes of Sam's chest. "I suddenly feel like I may have to lie down."

Both girls paid for their purchases and left the store. They were both strangely silent on the ride home, and once there they made for their own rooms. Sam sat on her bed, not doing anything, just staring at the wall. Staring at the wall and thinking about what Brooke had said about her breasts.

"Can I come in?" Brooke asked tentatively. Sam's head snapped up and she looked deep into Brooke's eyes. Something she saw in them made her invite the blonde in, and she walked over to the bed and sat next to Sam.

"I have a confession to make," Brooke admitted. "I kind of had a crush on you before we went shopping today."

"And now?"

"And now, I think my little crush on you has progressed into full blown lust, mixed with definite signs of love."

"Brooke, what are you saying?" Sam asked, her voice a breathless whisper. Brooke moved a little closer.

"Sam, I'm not very good at this. You're the journalist, the one with the way with words, and I'm the one who struggles to get her point across. But I'm a cheerleader. I know how to get my point across with gestures, actions, and..."

"And..."

Brooke didn't say another word. She closed the distance between them and kissed Sam deeply. Sam was too shocked to respond, and before she could gather her thoughts, Brooke had pulled away.

"So I'm gonna just go back to my room, now, and leave you to think about this," she whispered. Sam nodded.

"Yes, you do that. I would like some time to myself to think about what just happened."

A single tear made its way down Brooke's face as she left the room. She walked straight to her bedroom and threw herself on the bed, ready to cry for all she was worth. She truly thought she had ruined everything.

The door opened and she sat up. It was Sam.

"Brooke?"

"Sam?"

Sam all but sprinted across the room and seized Brooke by the head. She pressed their lips together so forcefully that Brooke squeaked, and then Sam demanded entrance to Brooke's mouth roughly. Brooke gave in with a moan of desire. Both girls fell back onto the bed, kissing, moaning, hands wandering everywhere. When they finally broke for air, Sam was massaging Brooke's breasts under her shirt and Brooke was running her fingers through Sam's hair. They looked at each other.

"I thought about it," Sam said huskily, staring at the lips she so badly wanted to kiss again.

"And the verdict?"

"I think it's more than likely I feel the same way."

Brooke face lit up, and she reached for Sam, smiling widely.

"Prove it, then."