Popular (tv series) Fic: Clarity: Chapter 7/13 - Blister
Title: Clarity
Chapter 7: Blister
Author: emotionsovrflow
Rating: M
Feedback: Always welcome
Disclaimer: I do not own Popular or it's characters. I do not own Jimmy Eat World or their music. The only thing to which I can lay claim is the arrangement of the words herewithin.
Author's Notes: See Chapter 1. Thanks to everyone who has read this and also to anyone who has taken the time to comment. As always, thanks to GilmoreRos who has been a fantastic beta.
Link to Chapter 1 - Crush
Link to Chapter 2 - Table for Glasses
Link to Chapter 3 - A Sunday
Link to Chapter 4 - Lucky Denver Mint
Link to Chapter 5 - 12.23.95
Link to Chapter 6 - Your New Aesthetic
Chapter 7 - Blister
Sam felt feverish as Brooke's fingertips traced a path up the inside of her bare thigh. The brunette never thought so much involuntary spasming was possible, short of a seizure. She could feel Brooke's hot breath on her ear and neck as the blonde spelled out all the deliciously enticing things she wanted to do to her body. At least that's what Sam assumed Brooke was saying since she was currently unable to speak or understand language.
In some respects, it was more exciting not knowing what was being said. It was as if she had travelled around the world and stumbled upon a lover whose native tongue was Italian or Portuguese. Only this was no stranger. This was Brooke McQueen, and it didn't matter what language she was speaking because her featherlight ministrations had found their way to the dampness of Sam's underpants. Desperately seeking more contact, Sam started to writhe, only to find that her movement was limited, restrained. She realized that her arms and legs were bound to the bed. Searching her memory, Sam could neither recall being tied to the bed nor having a headboard.
Before having a chance to think about it too much, Sam's attention was brought back to Brooke and her seemingly magical hands. Every bit of skin that they touched came alive. It was as if they were everywhere at once. Sam's breasts, her thighs, her hips, stomach, neck, her back and then suddenly, Brooke's hands were gone and her mouth was in one very concentrated place. Sam felt as though she were floating towards a place she had never been. A place she had never even heard of, but somehow had always dreamed of going. Floating higher and faster, her pleasure becoming more intense until it was almost palpable. Then, without warning, Sam was falling. There wasn't the explosive burst of release she had been yearning for. There was only the hard crash of reality settling in to Sam's brain as her head jerked back, her eyes opened and she realized she was the only person in both her bed and her bedroom.
Ever since their encounter in Brooke's room where they had come close to having sex, Sam's appetite for the blonde had seemed to flourish, becoming stronger every day. She didn't regret stopping things from going further that night, and she was still happy that they were trying to take things one day at a time and not rush into anything but she couldn't deny that an intense, visceral desire was inhabiting her lately.
The frustrated brunette tried to fall back to sleep but memories of her fantasy haunted her and kept her from drifting off. Without even really thinking about it, Sam's hand slipped into her underwear and her mind slipped back into the dream it had just been enjoying. Her own fingers were no match for Dream-Brooke's lips and tongue, but at this point, Sam was so slick and swollen it didn't matter. Soon enough, her hips were rising off the mattress and "Brooke," was being uttered quietly, but urgently. Two hours later, Sam's alarm woke her and she smiled at herself upon realizing her hand was still snug inside her underwear.
At school that morning, Sam kept having flashbacks to her dream. One moment she would be listening to her friends talking about summer vacation plans and the next she could practically feel Brooke's teeth tugging at her bottom lip. At the end of the period, the bell rang and Sam was thankful to be able to focus on making her way to her next class. It was a welcome distraction from the disruptive train of thought her brain had been fixated on this morning so far. Just get to class. Count steps if you have to.
Brooke was smitten. It was as simple as that. She couldn't really pinpoint the moment when it happened. All she knew was that in recent weeks, Sam had rapidly gone from the girl she was crushing on to the girl she thought about almost every waking moment.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" As Brooke walked into her third unsuspecting person of the day, she realized that maybe thinking about Sam constantly was starting to be a bit detrimental. Trying to stay alert while heading to her next class, Brooke silently thanked God or Buddha or her guidance counselor that she had study hall fifth period. Study hall, where it was customary to zone out and daydream. Arriving at the classroom, Brooke found Nicole and Mary Cherry standing outside the door, appraising every outfit that walked by. Rather loudly.
"What's Spam's damage today?"
Brooke's head shot up with record speed at the mention of canned meat. Following Nicole's line of vision, she saw Sam barreling down the hallway with a stern look on her face. "I don't know," Brooke said, distractedly, her eyes trailing after her girlfriend. My girlfriend... heh... Their status was still relatively new and it made the blonde smile inwardly. My girlfriend who definitely looks like she has something on her mind.
Sam was quickly swallowed by the crowd, but Brooke let her gaze linger. A waving hand caught her attention and she made eye contact with a wildly grinning Josh. Brooke's brain switched to autopilot and suddenly she was a smiling, bubbling, joyful cheerleader waving down the hall at the quarterback. The bell rang. Josh shrugged his shoulders and mouthed, "later," before turning and jogging off in the same direction Sam had gone. Brooke turned and filed into her study hall behind Nicole and Mary Cherry.
Makeup. Shopping. Boys. Fashion faux pas of the day as witnessed thus far. She couldn't possibly care less about her friends' onslaught of conversation. All Brooke could think of was the look on Sam's face as she had raced down the hall. The 47 minutes until their shared Biology class felt like it was taking forever to pass. Finally, Brooke had a moment of genius and decided to write Sam a note. Hopefully it would pass some time and help her to stop worrying.
Hey,
What's up? I saw you in the hallway and you looked like maybe something was wrong. I hope everything is ok. I wish this period would end because I really want to see you. I'm worried. I'm probably overreacting. I'm sure everything is fine and you were just thinking about something normal.
You just looked... I don't know. Unsettled. You looked unsettled and..."
"Brooke!" Nicole whispered loudly, leaning closer to her friend's desk.
"What?!" she replied, her head snapping up and her hand instinctively sliding on top of the paper she had just been writing on.
"Whucha writin?" Mary Cherry inquired.
"Just a note."
"Who could you be writing a note to?" asked Nicole. "Your two best friends are sitting right in front of you."
Brooke hesitated.
"Oooh, Ah know! Yer writin' a luuuuuuuv note! I saw you and Joshie-poo makin' pudding eyes at each other in the hallway." Mary Cherry batted her eyes, first at Nicole, then Brooke. "Yall's are getting back together!"
"Is that true, Brooke?" Nicole asked, shooting a raised eyebrow at her friend, clearly stunned to hear the news of her best friend possibly reuniting with her ex.
A moment passed. Blue eyes flickered between the two expectant cheerleaders. "I don't know," was offered. "I mean... Yes. I'm writing a note to Josh. But I don't know if we're getting back together. I mean... NO! We're not getting back together," Brooke finished, firmly.
"They why, on Gwyneth's green Earth, are you writin' him a love note?" asked Mary Cherry.
"It's not a love note!" Brooke said, a bit too loud. A few glances were thrown her way, but Nicole scowled and frightened everyone back into submission.
"It's not a love note," she continued in a softer tone. "I've just been kind of busy lately and haven't had a chance to talk to him. I'm trying to catch up a bit. That's all."
Her friends stared at her for a moment; Nicole with scepticism firmly in place, Mary Cherry with a crazed sort of vapidity. Nicole rolled her eyes and ended the conversation with, "whatever," leaving Brooke to finish writing her letter.
"You looked unsettled and you've gotten me all unsettled with you. That's all really.
Mary Cherry and Nicole just gave me the third degree about who I'm writing to, and I've lost my train of thought. All I know is that I was thinking about you, and I hope you're ok.
3
B
xoxoxo"
Brooke clicked her pen closed, folded the piece of paper into a tidy little square, drew a heart on one side and spent the rest of the period pretending to pay attention to her friends while watching the clock, eagerly awaiting the ringing of the bell.
Finally, Biology rolled around. Brooke walked into the classroom and noticed that Sam was nowhere to be found. That's odd, Brooke thought. Sam is usually here before I am. Just as the bell was ringing, Sam ran through the door and sat down next to Brooke, clearly avoiding eye contact. By the time Sam had taken her seat, Ms. Glass had already started explaining the day's lesson, eliminating Brooke's chance to talk to her. Instead, she reached into her pocket and withdrew the note she had written earlier, sliding it across the black lab table to Sam.
The brunette unfolded the piece of paper and read the words that had been scribbled hastily. Smiling despite the distraction and slight agitation she had been feeling all day, Sam reached her hand across to write on a sheet of paper in Brooke's open notebook. I'm fine. I promise. Everything is fine.
"Alright, listen up class..." And with that, Sam was glad to have a reason to be distracted.
Once their lesson was over and the bell rang, Sam shot up out of her chair and said a quick goodbye to Brooke as she tried to make her escape. Unfortunately enough for her, she ran directly into someone on her way out and dropped all of her books.
"How about you watch where the hell you're going, spaz?!" Nicole shouted as she spun around to see who had just run into her like a Mac truck. "Spam... I should have guessed. Why do they let you out of the institution?"
"Sorry, Nicole." Sam bent down to pick up her scattered belongings. Nicole stood above her glaring at the brunette with a mixture of anger and confusion. Normally, Sam was a worthy sparring partner. It wasn't like her to just apologize without a fight. Glancing down at the ground, Nicole saw a folded piece of paper with a large heart drawn on it. She reached down and snatched it out from under Sam's hand. Sam stood up and asked Nicole, "can I have that please?"
"Are you sure this belongs to you?" Nicole asked with one eyebrow raised.
Brooke had witnessed the entire exchange and was glad that Sam had been delayed on her way out of the classroom. She hurriedly made her way over to her friend and girlfriend. "Hey, guys. Hope you're playing nice."
Nicole turned her head to look at the other blonde when she spoke and Sam took the opportunity to grab the note from her hand and run out of the room shouting, "got to get to class!" over her shoulder.
"What was that all about?" Brooke mused.
Nicole, studying her friend curiously, replied, "I was wondering the same thing myself."
Trying to make as little noise as possible, Sam opened the front door and gently walked inside. It was 10pm; well within her curfew, but she was desperately trying to avoid having to see Brooke. The dream she had the night before still had her on edge once school was over, so she had stayed late to work on an article for the Zapruder. She must have drifted off at some point, however, because she had woken up when her head slipped from the hand she had propped on her desk, jolted from the middle of another dream involving Brooke, herself and black lingerie.
At that point, she knew it would be best to continue to avoid the blonde, so she called Carmen to see if she was free to hang out for a while. Sam had been fairly "busy" during the past couple of weeks, so Carmen was more than happy to have her as a guest. They had done some homework, had dinner and then watched a movie. Now, Sam had come home and was hoping to avoid Brooke and just get into her bedroom. She made her way upstairs and down the hall slowly and quietly. Just as she made her way to her room, Brooke barged out of her own bedroom and pushed Sam inside, closing the door behind them quickly.
"Where have you been all night?" Brooke asked, trying to keep her voice low, so as not to attract the attention of anyone else in the house.
"Jeez, Brooke. What's the deal?" the brunette demanded.
"I'm sorry," Brooke said in a stage whisper, "but I feel like you have been avoiding me all day long. Where did you go after school?"
"I was at Carmen's! Do I have to report to you on everywhere I go?" Sam stood with her arms crossed in front of her chest defensively.
"Of course not. But it would have been nice to have a conversation with me at some point today. I wrote you that note saying that I was worried about you and all I got was an 'I'm fine,' and then you literally RAN away from me! Directly into Nicole who keeps giving me funny looks now, thank you very much. So don't tell me that you haven't been avoiding me! You HAVE been avoiding me and I..." Effectively cutting off her girlfriend's rant, Sam lunged forward and kissed Brooke full on the lips, pressing her entire front against her, pushing them back until Brooke was up against the wall. It was a searing kiss that conveyed all the tension that had been building inside of Sam all day long, their bodies pressing together in all the right contours. Parting Brooke's lips with her tongue, she was thrilled when the blonde breathed a throaty moan into her mouth.
Proceeding down Brooke's neck, Sam took brief moments in between kisses to offer an explanation. "I... was avoiding you... because I keep... having... these dreams about you..."
"Sam..." Brooke hissed, bringing her hands up to Sam's head, threading her fingers into the girl's long brown locks.
"And... I was afraid... that I would do this..." Sam pressed her hips into her girlfriend more firmly and brought her lips back to Brooke's, "to you... in school... in the hallway... in bio." Sam rubbed her nose against Brooke's, pecking her lips lightly. "I was going crazy," she whispered. "So yes," her composure coming back to her a bit, she stepped back half a step, giving them just enough space to that they could still feel each other's body heat, "I was avoiding you today. I'm sorry. I had to. I had this dream last night..."
Brooke stole a play from her girlfriend's book and closed the distance between them, kissing Sam once again. "Shut up," she said against her lips. "You're forgiven."
Chapter 7: Blister
Author: emotionsovrflow
Rating: M
Feedback: Always welcome
Disclaimer: I do not own Popular or it's characters. I do not own Jimmy Eat World or their music. The only thing to which I can lay claim is the arrangement of the words herewithin.
Author's Notes: See Chapter 1. Thanks to everyone who has read this and also to anyone who has taken the time to comment. As always, thanks to GilmoreRos who has been a fantastic beta.
Link to Chapter 1 - Crush
Link to Chapter 2 - Table for Glasses
Link to Chapter 3 - A Sunday
Link to Chapter 4 - Lucky Denver Mint
Link to Chapter 5 - 12.23.95
Link to Chapter 6 - Your New Aesthetic
Chapter 7 - Blister
Sam felt feverish as Brooke's fingertips traced a path up the inside of her bare thigh. The brunette never thought so much involuntary spasming was possible, short of a seizure. She could feel Brooke's hot breath on her ear and neck as the blonde spelled out all the deliciously enticing things she wanted to do to her body. At least that's what Sam assumed Brooke was saying since she was currently unable to speak or understand language.
In some respects, it was more exciting not knowing what was being said. It was as if she had travelled around the world and stumbled upon a lover whose native tongue was Italian or Portuguese. Only this was no stranger. This was Brooke McQueen, and it didn't matter what language she was speaking because her featherlight ministrations had found their way to the dampness of Sam's underpants. Desperately seeking more contact, Sam started to writhe, only to find that her movement was limited, restrained. She realized that her arms and legs were bound to the bed. Searching her memory, Sam could neither recall being tied to the bed nor having a headboard.
Before having a chance to think about it too much, Sam's attention was brought back to Brooke and her seemingly magical hands. Every bit of skin that they touched came alive. It was as if they were everywhere at once. Sam's breasts, her thighs, her hips, stomach, neck, her back and then suddenly, Brooke's hands were gone and her mouth was in one very concentrated place. Sam felt as though she were floating towards a place she had never been. A place she had never even heard of, but somehow had always dreamed of going. Floating higher and faster, her pleasure becoming more intense until it was almost palpable. Then, without warning, Sam was falling. There wasn't the explosive burst of release she had been yearning for. There was only the hard crash of reality settling in to Sam's brain as her head jerked back, her eyes opened and she realized she was the only person in both her bed and her bedroom.
Ever since their encounter in Brooke's room where they had come close to having sex, Sam's appetite for the blonde had seemed to flourish, becoming stronger every day. She didn't regret stopping things from going further that night, and she was still happy that they were trying to take things one day at a time and not rush into anything but she couldn't deny that an intense, visceral desire was inhabiting her lately.
The frustrated brunette tried to fall back to sleep but memories of her fantasy haunted her and kept her from drifting off. Without even really thinking about it, Sam's hand slipped into her underwear and her mind slipped back into the dream it had just been enjoying. Her own fingers were no match for Dream-Brooke's lips and tongue, but at this point, Sam was so slick and swollen it didn't matter. Soon enough, her hips were rising off the mattress and "Brooke," was being uttered quietly, but urgently. Two hours later, Sam's alarm woke her and she smiled at herself upon realizing her hand was still snug inside her underwear.
At school that morning, Sam kept having flashbacks to her dream. One moment she would be listening to her friends talking about summer vacation plans and the next she could practically feel Brooke's teeth tugging at her bottom lip. At the end of the period, the bell rang and Sam was thankful to be able to focus on making her way to her next class. It was a welcome distraction from the disruptive train of thought her brain had been fixated on this morning so far. Just get to class. Count steps if you have to.
Brooke was smitten. It was as simple as that. She couldn't really pinpoint the moment when it happened. All she knew was that in recent weeks, Sam had rapidly gone from the girl she was crushing on to the girl she thought about almost every waking moment.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" As Brooke walked into her third unsuspecting person of the day, she realized that maybe thinking about Sam constantly was starting to be a bit detrimental. Trying to stay alert while heading to her next class, Brooke silently thanked God or Buddha or her guidance counselor that she had study hall fifth period. Study hall, where it was customary to zone out and daydream. Arriving at the classroom, Brooke found Nicole and Mary Cherry standing outside the door, appraising every outfit that walked by. Rather loudly.
"What's Spam's damage today?"
Brooke's head shot up with record speed at the mention of canned meat. Following Nicole's line of vision, she saw Sam barreling down the hallway with a stern look on her face. "I don't know," Brooke said, distractedly, her eyes trailing after her girlfriend. My girlfriend... heh... Their status was still relatively new and it made the blonde smile inwardly. My girlfriend who definitely looks like she has something on her mind.
Sam was quickly swallowed by the crowd, but Brooke let her gaze linger. A waving hand caught her attention and she made eye contact with a wildly grinning Josh. Brooke's brain switched to autopilot and suddenly she was a smiling, bubbling, joyful cheerleader waving down the hall at the quarterback. The bell rang. Josh shrugged his shoulders and mouthed, "later," before turning and jogging off in the same direction Sam had gone. Brooke turned and filed into her study hall behind Nicole and Mary Cherry.
Makeup. Shopping. Boys. Fashion faux pas of the day as witnessed thus far. She couldn't possibly care less about her friends' onslaught of conversation. All Brooke could think of was the look on Sam's face as she had raced down the hall. The 47 minutes until their shared Biology class felt like it was taking forever to pass. Finally, Brooke had a moment of genius and decided to write Sam a note. Hopefully it would pass some time and help her to stop worrying.
Hey,
What's up? I saw you in the hallway and you looked like maybe something was wrong. I hope everything is ok. I wish this period would end because I really want to see you. I'm worried. I'm probably overreacting. I'm sure everything is fine and you were just thinking about something normal.
You just looked... I don't know. Unsettled. You looked unsettled and..."
"Brooke!" Nicole whispered loudly, leaning closer to her friend's desk.
"What?!" she replied, her head snapping up and her hand instinctively sliding on top of the paper she had just been writing on.
"Whucha writin?" Mary Cherry inquired.
"Just a note."
"Who could you be writing a note to?" asked Nicole. "Your two best friends are sitting right in front of you."
Brooke hesitated.
"Oooh, Ah know! Yer writin' a luuuuuuuv note! I saw you and Joshie-poo makin' pudding eyes at each other in the hallway." Mary Cherry batted her eyes, first at Nicole, then Brooke. "Yall's are getting back together!"
"Is that true, Brooke?" Nicole asked, shooting a raised eyebrow at her friend, clearly stunned to hear the news of her best friend possibly reuniting with her ex.
A moment passed. Blue eyes flickered between the two expectant cheerleaders. "I don't know," was offered. "I mean... Yes. I'm writing a note to Josh. But I don't know if we're getting back together. I mean... NO! We're not getting back together," Brooke finished, firmly.
"They why, on Gwyneth's green Earth, are you writin' him a love note?" asked Mary Cherry.
"It's not a love note!" Brooke said, a bit too loud. A few glances were thrown her way, but Nicole scowled and frightened everyone back into submission.
"It's not a love note," she continued in a softer tone. "I've just been kind of busy lately and haven't had a chance to talk to him. I'm trying to catch up a bit. That's all."
Her friends stared at her for a moment; Nicole with scepticism firmly in place, Mary Cherry with a crazed sort of vapidity. Nicole rolled her eyes and ended the conversation with, "whatever," leaving Brooke to finish writing her letter.
"You looked unsettled and you've gotten me all unsettled with you. That's all really.
Mary Cherry and Nicole just gave me the third degree about who I'm writing to, and I've lost my train of thought. All I know is that I was thinking about you, and I hope you're ok.
3
B
xoxoxo"
Brooke clicked her pen closed, folded the piece of paper into a tidy little square, drew a heart on one side and spent the rest of the period pretending to pay attention to her friends while watching the clock, eagerly awaiting the ringing of the bell.
Finally, Biology rolled around. Brooke walked into the classroom and noticed that Sam was nowhere to be found. That's odd, Brooke thought. Sam is usually here before I am. Just as the bell was ringing, Sam ran through the door and sat down next to Brooke, clearly avoiding eye contact. By the time Sam had taken her seat, Ms. Glass had already started explaining the day's lesson, eliminating Brooke's chance to talk to her. Instead, she reached into her pocket and withdrew the note she had written earlier, sliding it across the black lab table to Sam.
The brunette unfolded the piece of paper and read the words that had been scribbled hastily. Smiling despite the distraction and slight agitation she had been feeling all day, Sam reached her hand across to write on a sheet of paper in Brooke's open notebook. I'm fine. I promise. Everything is fine.
"Alright, listen up class..." And with that, Sam was glad to have a reason to be distracted.
Once their lesson was over and the bell rang, Sam shot up out of her chair and said a quick goodbye to Brooke as she tried to make her escape. Unfortunately enough for her, she ran directly into someone on her way out and dropped all of her books.
"How about you watch where the hell you're going, spaz?!" Nicole shouted as she spun around to see who had just run into her like a Mac truck. "Spam... I should have guessed. Why do they let you out of the institution?"
"Sorry, Nicole." Sam bent down to pick up her scattered belongings. Nicole stood above her glaring at the brunette with a mixture of anger and confusion. Normally, Sam was a worthy sparring partner. It wasn't like her to just apologize without a fight. Glancing down at the ground, Nicole saw a folded piece of paper with a large heart drawn on it. She reached down and snatched it out from under Sam's hand. Sam stood up and asked Nicole, "can I have that please?"
"Are you sure this belongs to you?" Nicole asked with one eyebrow raised.
Brooke had witnessed the entire exchange and was glad that Sam had been delayed on her way out of the classroom. She hurriedly made her way over to her friend and girlfriend. "Hey, guys. Hope you're playing nice."
Nicole turned her head to look at the other blonde when she spoke and Sam took the opportunity to grab the note from her hand and run out of the room shouting, "got to get to class!" over her shoulder.
"What was that all about?" Brooke mused.
Nicole, studying her friend curiously, replied, "I was wondering the same thing myself."
Trying to make as little noise as possible, Sam opened the front door and gently walked inside. It was 10pm; well within her curfew, but she was desperately trying to avoid having to see Brooke. The dream she had the night before still had her on edge once school was over, so she had stayed late to work on an article for the Zapruder. She must have drifted off at some point, however, because she had woken up when her head slipped from the hand she had propped on her desk, jolted from the middle of another dream involving Brooke, herself and black lingerie.
At that point, she knew it would be best to continue to avoid the blonde, so she called Carmen to see if she was free to hang out for a while. Sam had been fairly "busy" during the past couple of weeks, so Carmen was more than happy to have her as a guest. They had done some homework, had dinner and then watched a movie. Now, Sam had come home and was hoping to avoid Brooke and just get into her bedroom. She made her way upstairs and down the hall slowly and quietly. Just as she made her way to her room, Brooke barged out of her own bedroom and pushed Sam inside, closing the door behind them quickly.
"Where have you been all night?" Brooke asked, trying to keep her voice low, so as not to attract the attention of anyone else in the house.
"Jeez, Brooke. What's the deal?" the brunette demanded.
"I'm sorry," Brooke said in a stage whisper, "but I feel like you have been avoiding me all day long. Where did you go after school?"
"I was at Carmen's! Do I have to report to you on everywhere I go?" Sam stood with her arms crossed in front of her chest defensively.
"Of course not. But it would have been nice to have a conversation with me at some point today. I wrote you that note saying that I was worried about you and all I got was an 'I'm fine,' and then you literally RAN away from me! Directly into Nicole who keeps giving me funny looks now, thank you very much. So don't tell me that you haven't been avoiding me! You HAVE been avoiding me and I..." Effectively cutting off her girlfriend's rant, Sam lunged forward and kissed Brooke full on the lips, pressing her entire front against her, pushing them back until Brooke was up against the wall. It was a searing kiss that conveyed all the tension that had been building inside of Sam all day long, their bodies pressing together in all the right contours. Parting Brooke's lips with her tongue, she was thrilled when the blonde breathed a throaty moan into her mouth.
Proceeding down Brooke's neck, Sam took brief moments in between kisses to offer an explanation. "I... was avoiding you... because I keep... having... these dreams about you..."
"Sam..." Brooke hissed, bringing her hands up to Sam's head, threading her fingers into the girl's long brown locks.
"And... I was afraid... that I would do this..." Sam pressed her hips into her girlfriend more firmly and brought her lips back to Brooke's, "to you... in school... in the hallway... in bio." Sam rubbed her nose against Brooke's, pecking her lips lightly. "I was going crazy," she whispered. "So yes," her composure coming back to her a bit, she stepped back half a step, giving them just enough space to that they could still feel each other's body heat, "I was avoiding you today. I'm sorry. I had to. I had this dream last night..."
Brooke stole a play from her girlfriend's book and closed the distance between them, kissing Sam once again. "Shut up," she said against her lips. "You're forgiven."