I Need You Around (A Movie Script Ending Remix)
Title: I Need You Around (A Movie Script Ending Remix)
Fandom: One Tree Hill
Pairing(s): Brooke/Peyton
Word Count: 212
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There's absolutely no reason she should be jealous.
Notes: Spoilers up to episode 4:17 - It Gets Worse At Night. A remix of It Comes Down To I'm The One Always Around by sinandmisery. Written for remixthedrabble.
"Butterscotch or chocolate?"
Brooke pulls the cartons out of the freezer just as Peyton glances up, smiling. "Both."
"Excellent choice." Pausing to grab a couple of spoons, Brooke makes her way over to the couch, snuggles in beside Peyton. "So, what are we watching?"
"I don't know. Some comedy, I think. Lucas lent it to me."
Brooke tries not to frown at the mention of Lucas' name. They're over that, she tells herself. There's absolutely no reason she should be jealous.
Then Peyton grins at her, raises the spoon to Brooke's mouth, and she amends the last statement a little.
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She hopes nobody asks her, later, what she thought of the film. Brooke honestly isn't sure if she could even say who'd been in it. Because Peyton's doing this thing, you see, tracing circles on Brooke's stomach, and Brooke doesn't think she'd notice if the apartment suddenly caught on fire.
Her breath hitches as Peyton's hand moves up, over her ribs, and Peyton glances up; her head is resting in the crook of Brooke's neck, and her lips brush, almost imperceptibly, across Brooke's skin.
And then it's not so imperceptible; Peyton's kissing the line of her jaw, and Brooke turns her head, leans down, and -
They needed to christen the couch, anyway.
Fandom: One Tree Hill
Pairing(s): Brooke/Peyton
Word Count: 212
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There's absolutely no reason she should be jealous.
Notes: Spoilers up to episode 4:17 - It Gets Worse At Night. A remix of It Comes Down To I'm The One Always Around by sinandmisery. Written for remixthedrabble.
"Butterscotch or chocolate?"
Brooke pulls the cartons out of the freezer just as Peyton glances up, smiling. "Both."
"Excellent choice." Pausing to grab a couple of spoons, Brooke makes her way over to the couch, snuggles in beside Peyton. "So, what are we watching?"
"I don't know. Some comedy, I think. Lucas lent it to me."
Brooke tries not to frown at the mention of Lucas' name. They're over that, she tells herself. There's absolutely no reason she should be jealous.
Then Peyton grins at her, raises the spoon to Brooke's mouth, and she amends the last statement a little.
-
She hopes nobody asks her, later, what she thought of the film. Brooke honestly isn't sure if she could even say who'd been in it. Because Peyton's doing this thing, you see, tracing circles on Brooke's stomach, and Brooke doesn't think she'd notice if the apartment suddenly caught on fire.
Her breath hitches as Peyton's hand moves up, over her ribs, and Peyton glances up; her head is resting in the crook of Brooke's neck, and her lips brush, almost imperceptibly, across Brooke's skin.
And then it's not so imperceptible; Peyton's kissing the line of her jaw, and Brooke turns her head, leans down, and -
They needed to christen the couch, anyway.