Title: YOU HEARD ME!

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.

Sam sat on the sofa and watched Brooke play with their baby sister. The sight was something she'd seen almost every day since Mac had been born, but it was something she never got tired of watching. Brooke was the sweetest thing whenever she got near Mac.

"Where's Brookie? Where's Brookie?" Brooke cooed. Little Mac gurgled and laughed, this was obviously her favorite game. Brooke popped her head up from behind the towel she'd been holding in front of her face and beamed. "Here's Brookie!" she exclaimed. Mac cracked up laughing, the most beautiful sound in the world to Sam, apart from the sound of Brooke's voice.

"God, I love you," Sam whispered, hoping Brooke wouldn't hear her.

As she watched, Brooke crawled over to her and held the towel in front of Sam's face. Sam tried to protest.

"It won't work as well with me as it does with you," she tried. "She likes you better."

"Utter crap," Brooke murmured, before starting in with the "Where's Sammy?" routine. To Sam's surprise, Mac laughed just as hard, if not harder. This convinced her to join her sister and Brooke on the floor and play with them. Sam picked up the baby and whispered in her ear.

"You know what I think, Mac? I think... Brooke's coming to get us!" This last part was a quiet squeal, as she began to gently jog away from Brooke, holding Mac so she was confronted with a view of Brooke coming after them. The baby was laughing and giggling fit to burst as they rounded a corner and Brooke tried to charge after them, only to fall on her ass when her socks slipped on the carpet. Sam stopped running and started to laugh hysterically, and Brooke joined in.

"You're such a klutz," Sam spluttered. Brooke burst into fresh giggles at the words, and from the floor reached for Mac. Sam handed the baby to her, weak from laughing, and sat down beside her.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Sam asked Mac. Brooke smiled.

"She's the most beautiful baby in the world," she agreed. Sam turned to face the blonde.

"I was talking TO Mac," she admitted. "TO Mac ABOUT you," she clarified. Then she got up and left the room, her face growing hot. Brooke tried to put the baby in her playpen so she could follow, but Mac soon made it clear she wasn't having any of that. As Sam disappeared, she began to cry, loudly. Brooke was left with no choice but to follow Sam with the crying baby in her arms.

"Sam?" she tried, knocking on the brunette's bedroom door. "Sam, come out, Mac's crying because you won't play anymore."

"Low," Sam growled as she popped her head out the door. "Guilt tripping me with the baby? That's low." But she took Mac from Brooke's arms anyway, and she had to smile when Mac grabbed a fistful of her thick brown hair and proceeded to go to sleep on her shoulder.

"Cute, huh?" she whispered to Brooke.

"She is," Brooke agreed cautiously. The last time she'd agreed with a comment Sam made, it had backfired.

"She certainly is." Sam finished. Slowly she carried Mac to her crib and placed her carefully in it, kissing her on the forehead. "Night baby."

"Sam, we need to talk," Brooke informed her. Sam paled a bit, then nodded.

"Yes, we do." The pair moved to the living room where they couldn't wake the baby. Brooke sat on the couch and gestured that Sam should sit beside her. Sam did so, but twisted so she was facing Brooke. Brooke followed suit.

"Sam, you can't just say something like that and then just leave."

"Well, I did."

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" Brooke ventured. "Cos I... I think... no, I KNOW... you're absolutely stunning, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to kiss you."

Sam's head snapped up. She looked in the blonde's eyes, as if scanning for sarcasm, and when she didn't find any she took a deep breath.

"I think a lot of things are beautiful. Watching my baby sister laugh. A sunrise, a sunset. Scenery, you know? Like really pretty scenery. My mother when she really gets laughing. I think a lot of things are beautiful." Sam could see Brooke had no idea where she was going with this, so she cut to the chase. "You're more beautiful than any of that."

Brooke drew in a breath and locked eyes with Sam. Sam continued to speak. "Yes, I've thought about kissing you. Yes, I've thought about doing more than that, but what's the point? I know you don't feel that way about me, and I know that's what my fantasies will always be: fantasies. So yes, I think you're beautiful, incredibly so, but thinking it isn't going to do me any good. Goodnight, Brooke."

She stood and started to walk away, but Brooke was too fast. The blonde leapt up from the sofa and grabbed Sam's arm, spinning her around and pressing her lips against the startled brunettes. She licked Sam's bottom lip, something she'd seen Sam do herself many a time. Sam parted her lips and pushed her tongue forward, meeting with Brooke's halfway. The cheerleader pulled Sam close, very close. The two were body to body and kissing for all they were worth when they door opened, and Jane burst in before they could separate. She dropped her groceries and gaped at her daughters.

"Girls?" she asked, slightly stunned.

"Mom, this isn't what it looks like," Sam stammered.

"So you and Brooke weren't just French kissing in my kitchen." Jane breathed a sarcastic sigh of relief. Sam and Brooke blushed.

"I guess it is what it looks like then," Brooke admitted.

"How long have you been..." Jane asked, dreading the answer.

"About ten minutes," Sam assured her.

"So it was a one off, right? An experiment?" Jane tried, hoping against hope...

"No," Brooke cut Sam off before she could reply. "It's not an experiment. God, I'm in love with her."

Two brunettes gaped at her, before Jane noticed Sam gaping and deduced Brooke must have not informed Sam of the love factor yet. "Given time, I'm going to be okay with this," she said, hugging both of them. "But Brooke? I think you should talk to Sam." She left the room, holding her head.

"Yeah, Brooke. Talk to me," Sam challenged.

"I love you," Brooke said defiantly. Sam's grin threatened to split her face.

"I thought you'd never say it," she laughed, grabbing the blonde in a searing kiss. As they broke apart, Brooke with a dazed look on her face, Sam laughed. "By the way, if you missed that, it means I love you too."

-fin-