Title: Cooking 101

Author: Redgirl

Email: rdgrrl29@yahoo.com

Summary: Fun in the kitchen with Sam and Brooke.

Rating: PG-13 or R (you know, for the sex.)

Disclaimer: Characters belong to the writers/producers of the show. I'm just borrowing them for a wee bit of fun.

Feedback: Always welcome.

Notes: This story came about after seeing screen caps of Carly Pope and Leslie Bibb on the Ainsley Harriet Show. Now, you must realize I can't cook squat, so please forgive my culinary errors.

"Is it supposed to look like that?" Sam asked as she stared into the pot.

"'Cause I don't think it's supposed to look like that." She said as she continued to stir the bubbling liquid.

Brooke stopped chopping the tomatoes and grabbed a kitchen towel. She walked over to Sam, wiping her hands on the towel before hooking it on the apron she was wearing. She peered over Sam's shoulder to take a look.

"It's supposed to look like that. It's the wine that's giving it that color." She said.

"Taste it, then." Sam said, still unsure about the whole weird color thing.

"You taste it." Brooke replied.

"Nah-uh. YOU taste it." Sam said as she held a ladle full of the liquid in front of Brooke.

"Fine." Brooke said, rolling her eyes.

She tucked her hair behind her ears as she leaned forward to take a sip. She swallowed the hot liquid and immediately started coughing, waving her hand in front of her mouth.

"How much wine did you put in there?!" Brooke gasped, sticking her tongue out of her gaping mouth, fanning it wildly with her hand.

"It said to 'add according to taste', so I put in a cup." Sam said defensively.

Brooke looked at her with wide eyes, her hand covering her mouth, feigning an expression of shock.

"Jesus, I didn't realize you were such a lush." She teased with a smirk.

"Shut up." Sam pouted back with a scowl on her face.

Brooke laughed and gave Sam a quick peck on her cheek.

"I'm just teasing, Sammy. It's tastes great, really." She said and made her way back to the center kitchen counter.

Sam smiled and breathed out a sigh of relief. She turned the heat down on the pot and focused her attention on the other two dishes that were cooking simultaneously on the range. The spaghetti noodles were boiling away in the stockpot and the veal was sizzling on the pan. She switched the oven on and turned to Brooke.

"Toss me the bread?" She asked.

"Catch." Brooke said as she lobbed the foil-covered French bread over to Sam.

"Thanks babe." Sam said absentmindedly as she put the bread in the oven.

She turned the dial on the oven to the correct setting and turned around to see Brooke staring at her blankly.

"What? Is something burning?" Sam said anxiously as she turned herself around yet again to face the range,her eyes darting between the dishes looking for the offending item.

"No, nothing's burning." Brooke replied softly.

"What's wrong?" Sam said as she walked towards Brooke.

"It's nothing." Brooke said, her arms wrapped around her waist. Her eyes flittered across the room, avoiding Sam's gaze before she finally cast her eyes on the floor, trying to hide the blush that was beginning to creep up her face.

Sam couldn't help but smile at recognizing Brooke's habit of holding on to her waist when she was flustered. Something was definitely up and she was eager to see what was causing Brooke to be in such a state.

"Brooke, you're face is as red as a beet. What is it?" Sam asked, her smile now accompanied by a giggle. Brooke covered her face with her left hand, her eyes peeking through her splayed fingers.

"Un cull mu bbe." Brooke quietly mumbled into her hand.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak caveman, could you repeat that?" Sam said in between bouts of laughter.

"Oh, God. I am so embarrassed." Brooke squeaked as she moved her hand off her face and ran it through her hair.

Sam reached out put her hands on Brooke's shoulders.

"No, hey. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. You just look so cute when you get all flustered - red faced and all. " Sam said with a smile.

"Now for the love of God, would you tell me what's going on?" Sam asked.

"You called me babe. We've been together three months now, and you've never called me babe, or any other form of endearment before. It just caught me off guard, that's all. It um, it was nice." Brooke said shyly.

"Oh." Sam said. It was Sam's turn to be caught off guard. It just felt so natural for her to call Brooke 'babe' that she didn't realize she actually had never said it to her before.

"Well, 'babe' is such a generic term of endearment." Sam said as she placed her hand on the side of Brooke's face, caressing her cheek with her thumb.

"I like 'babe'." Brooke said.

"I can come up with something else if you like." Sam replied.

"Like what?" Brooke asked as she closed the gap between them, suddenly wanting to be in close proximity to Sam. She could feel her heart begin to race as Sam continued to caress her cheek.

"Well let's see now." Sam said with a low voice, her mouth hovering over Brooke's. She brought her hands down and slowly untied the apron around Brooke's waist. Brooke closed her eyes and unconsciously licked her lips.

"What about, simply gorgeous?" Sam said and kissed Brooke lightly on her left cheek.

Brooke shivered at the contact.

"What about, sweet honey goodness?" Sam said, kissing Brooke's right cheek, her hands making their way up Brooke's blouse.

Brooke whimpered.

"What about, luscious?" Sam said as she left a trail of kisses around Brooke's neck.

Brooke gasped as Sam unhooked her bra.

"What about." Sam started to say as she cupped Brooke's breasts in her hands and gently squeezed them, her thumbs caressing Brooke's nipples.

Brooke moaned and brought her arms around Sam's neck, bringing their foreheads together, their lips so close they could feel the heaviness of their breathing against their faces.

"Lover." Sam whispered and captured Brooke's lips in a crushing kiss.

The kitchen was saturated with the aroma of burnt food. The wine sauce was reduced to just a thick coating around the pot. The spaghetti noodles turned into a sticky clump of paste and the veal resembled a hockey puck, all shriveled up and blackened. The kitchen floor was littered with vegetables, dinner rolls, place settings, spoons, forks, pots, pans. and various articles of clothing.

Sam nestled behind Brooke, trying not to fall off the kitchen counter.

"I'm thinking pizza is in order." Brooke said with a chuckle. "You wanna call it in?" She asked.

"Sure." Sam replied, but made no move to get up from her position.

"Anything for you, babe." She said with a smile.