My Best Friend's Girl [One Tree Hill, Brooke/Haley]
It wasn’t as if she thought her life was so much better than his. Especially not now, with her marriage failing, her singing career gone down the drain, and everyone at school treating her like she had the plague. But she’d never found herself wishing she could live Lucas’ life instead, that she could have the things he had and do the things he did.
But then she saw Brooke Davis naked.
It was a mistake, really, an honest mistake that was bound to happen now that they were roommates. Haley was in bed when Brooke came out of the shower. She didn’t mean to look, she meant to be sleeping, but for some reason, her eyes opened just slightly and she caught the other girl in the act of drying off. She watched as Brooke ran the towel across her breasts, paying extra attention to the crevice in between them. She watched as the towel moved down her stomach, down her thighs, down her legs, all the way down to each of her toes. She watched with a strange mixture of feelings pooling in her gut-guilt, admiration, arousal, and that awful, awful envy.
She imagined there was no towel, there was only her-her own hands, own mouth-exploring Brooke’s lovely, wet skin. She shouldn’t have wanted to, but she did. She wanted to kneel before that goddess, slide her hands up those slender legs, and bury her face in that dark patch of temptation.
She wondered if Lucas had tasted her. And then she thought that was a silly thing to wonder.
She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like, but the thought of it was making her unbelievably hot with desire. Brooke moved the towel to her pretty, pert behind, her head turned slightly over her shoulder, and Haley’s breath caught in her throat as she saw the full length of Brooke’s front. The nipples of her breasts were hard, stimulated by the coldness that hits after a hot shower, and Haley thought about pulling the flesh into her mouth, between her teeth, biting; a jolt went through her body and down to her groin at the image.
All too soon, Brooke tossed the towel aside and began dressing for bed. Haley shut her eyes quickly and tried to quell the burning of her face when Brooke stepped quietly up to the bed where she lay, and brushed her hand gently through her hair.
“Night, tutor girl,” she whispered affectionately, and it took all of Haley’s strength not to surge upward and take a goodnight kiss from her lips. Somehow, she managed to stay still, to calm the pounding of her heart. She gritted her teeth and waited for her arousal to fade.
But god, she wanted her. She wanted Brooke Davis.
And she couldn’t help the glare she threw at Lucas the next time she saw him; he spent the rest of the day looking utterly confused until she promised him it was just PMS.
But then she saw Brooke Davis naked.
It was a mistake, really, an honest mistake that was bound to happen now that they were roommates. Haley was in bed when Brooke came out of the shower. She didn’t mean to look, she meant to be sleeping, but for some reason, her eyes opened just slightly and she caught the other girl in the act of drying off. She watched as Brooke ran the towel across her breasts, paying extra attention to the crevice in between them. She watched as the towel moved down her stomach, down her thighs, down her legs, all the way down to each of her toes. She watched with a strange mixture of feelings pooling in her gut-guilt, admiration, arousal, and that awful, awful envy.
She imagined there was no towel, there was only her-her own hands, own mouth-exploring Brooke’s lovely, wet skin. She shouldn’t have wanted to, but she did. She wanted to kneel before that goddess, slide her hands up those slender legs, and bury her face in that dark patch of temptation.
She wondered if Lucas had tasted her. And then she thought that was a silly thing to wonder.
She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like, but the thought of it was making her unbelievably hot with desire. Brooke moved the towel to her pretty, pert behind, her head turned slightly over her shoulder, and Haley’s breath caught in her throat as she saw the full length of Brooke’s front. The nipples of her breasts were hard, stimulated by the coldness that hits after a hot shower, and Haley thought about pulling the flesh into her mouth, between her teeth, biting; a jolt went through her body and down to her groin at the image.
All too soon, Brooke tossed the towel aside and began dressing for bed. Haley shut her eyes quickly and tried to quell the burning of her face when Brooke stepped quietly up to the bed where she lay, and brushed her hand gently through her hair.
“Night, tutor girl,” she whispered affectionately, and it took all of Haley’s strength not to surge upward and take a goodnight kiss from her lips. Somehow, she managed to stay still, to calm the pounding of her heart. She gritted her teeth and waited for her arousal to fade.
But god, she wanted her. She wanted Brooke Davis.
And she couldn’t help the glare she threw at Lucas the next time she saw him; he spent the rest of the day looking utterly confused until she promised him it was just PMS.