White Flag (20/?)
Title: White Flag
Rating: NC-17
Couple: Sam/Brooke...Sam/F..
Summary: This is an AU fic in which Brooke and Sam have already
been together.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I certainly wish I did. Damn Ryan
Murphy and his unrivaled genius.
A/N: Okay this is a three part update because honestly if I stopped at one part people would murder me. You know who you are. This fic was beta'd, as always, by my wonderful beta Karen who is really great and encouraging. I love feedback, so feel free to send some my way. I hope you all enjoy!
Part Twenty
Brooke didn’t know what had come over Sam, not that she was complaining. She was all for being kissed senseless, and no one had ever done that to her, but the brunette whose tongue had recently taken up permanent residence in her mouth. It was just all so sudden, and she wasn’t sure how react. Just then Sam nipped at a particularly sensitive part of her neck, and the blonde’s body told her she knew just how to react. Sam had somehow managed to flip Brooke onto her back and was kissing her way down to the blonde’s chest, lighting a fiery path to Brooke’s right breast. She wasted no time wrapping her lips around her nipple, sucking and flicking the hardened bud.
“Sam…oh god…” Brooke moaned as she buried her fingers in the journalist’s thick dark mane.
She felt Sam smile against her chest before she raked her teeth over the bud, causing a startled yelp from blonde before soothing it with her tongue. She moved over to Brooke’s other breast as her fingers replaced her lips. As she sucked Brooke’s left nipple, her fingers teased and tortured the already painfully erect right one, causing the blonde to writhe beneath her, hips bucking against the brunette’s. Sam’s eyes met hers as she suckled Brooke’s nipple. The blonde knew that look. She knew it well. Brooke was most often the aggressor when it came to their lovemaking, but Sam was, by no stretch of the imagination, a shrinking violet. When she wanted something, she most certainly knew how to take it. And the look in Sam’s dark eyes told Brooke that Sam was certainly determined to have something, and she would be none too gentle in the taking department.
The feeling of Sam’s tongue in her navel sent her reeling. That had always driven her crazy, and Sam’s knew just the way to get her worked into a frenzy from just that simple action. She was so far gone she wasn’t even aware her bottoms had been removed until Sam thrust her fingers deep inside of her, causing a loud moan from deep within her. Sam moved up her body so that they were face to face. She struggled to keep eye contact as Sam continued to thrust into the core of her very being. Hazel eyes stared into chocolate ones that knew her so well, the other half of her soul.
No one, woman or man, had ever fit with her the way Sam had. No one had ever made her feel so full and complete. No one had ever hurt her so deeply, while driving her so crazy she didn’t know which way was up. And as the orgasm ripped through her body and she shouted Sam’s name, she felt right for the first time in three years.
Her body had barely stopped tingling before she felt Sam’s tongue on her, lapping up her juices, and flicking her clit with that talented tongue. Oral fixation didn’t even begin to describe the skill that the journalist brandished. Sam sucked her clit deep into her mouth and nipped it with her teeth, and Brooke’s body froze as another climax shook her body.
“Sam…” She whimpered as she came back down. She pulled the journalist back up beside her. Crushing their lips together, she roughly cupped Sam’s breast, rolling and pinching her nipple between her thumb and index finger.
She loved the way Sam had always responded to her, and the brunette arched against her, letting her know that that fact hadn’t changed. She took the nipple into her mouth, running her fingers down Sam’s arched spine. She cupped the brunette’s rear, teasing the sensitive flesh, as she listened to the whimpers and gasp that were now coming from the journalist in earnest.
Brooke moved up the slender, sleek form and crushed her lips to the brunette’s. She sucked Sam’s tongue into her mouth as she eased her hand between Sam’s muscular thighs. She was in awe at the copious wetness she found there, knowing that she caused it. She stroked the bundle of nerves her fingers found effortlessly, enjoying the soft mewing sounds that Sam made deep in her throat. The brunette’s hips bucked against her hand, seeking more contact. Brooke was only happy to oblige, and as she slid two fingers slowly into Sam, she closed her eyes letting the sensations wash over her. She moved her fingers in and out of Sam slowly, earning a frustrated groan from the brunette whose movements were becoming increasingly more frenzied.
Brooke rolled Sam onto her back, settling between her thighs. She moved her fingers almost completely out of the brunette before thrusting them back into her hard and deep. Sam wrenched her mouth free, allowing a moan to escape. Brooke continued this bittersweet torture until Sam was begging her for release. So with one last thrust, she curled her fingers upward, and used her thumb to stroke Sam’s clit one last time before trimmers rocked Sam’s body signaling her orgasm.
The blonde slid down between the journalist’s thighs, and slid her tongue deep into Sam’s channel. She’d been denied this sweet treasure for three long years, and she lapped at Sam like a dying woman. Her tongue danced along Sam’s clit, sucking and nipping at the bundle of nerves, and pushing her to the precipice once again. She slid her tongue deep within Sam’s core as she raked her teeth over Sam’s clit, and felt Sam’s walls contract around her tongue, spilling sweet nectar into the blonde’s waiting mouth.
There was no sweeter sound to Brooke than to hear her name on Sam’s lips, and as her climax coursed through her, Sam cried out Brooke’s name like a prayer. The blonde moved up the still quaking body, and wrapped her arms around Sam like she would never let go. Her heart sang at the rightness of it all. Sam belonged in her arms, and now that she had her back, she didn’t know how she would ever let her go again.
She heard the brunette’s ragged breath even out, and looked over to see Sam fast asleep. She pressed a kiss to Sam’s temple before covering their naked forms with her comforter. Brooke knew she should probably feel guilty, but she didn’t. This was right. This was where she was meant to be. She knew that all they needed was a second chance, and everything would work out fine. It was obvious by what had just transpired, they still cared about each other. She just hoped she could convince Sam of that.
The next morning she awoke to an empty bed, and a note from Sam.
Brooke,
I woke Cara up early and dropped her off at Mom’s with Mac. I have some errands to run and then I have to head into the office. I have to work late tonight, so Mom said she’d give you guys dinner, and I’ll see you later if you aren’t already in bed.
Sam
Brooke sighed as she read through the note again. Something was making Sammy run and it wasn’t errands.
Rating: NC-17
Couple: Sam/Brooke...Sam/F..
Summary: This is an AU fic in which Brooke and Sam have already
been together.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I certainly wish I did. Damn Ryan
Murphy and his unrivaled genius.
A/N: Okay this is a three part update because honestly if I stopped at one part people would murder me. You know who you are. This fic was beta'd, as always, by my wonderful beta Karen who is really great and encouraging. I love feedback, so feel free to send some my way. I hope you all enjoy!
Part Twenty
Brooke didn’t know what had come over Sam, not that she was complaining. She was all for being kissed senseless, and no one had ever done that to her, but the brunette whose tongue had recently taken up permanent residence in her mouth. It was just all so sudden, and she wasn’t sure how react. Just then Sam nipped at a particularly sensitive part of her neck, and the blonde’s body told her she knew just how to react. Sam had somehow managed to flip Brooke onto her back and was kissing her way down to the blonde’s chest, lighting a fiery path to Brooke’s right breast. She wasted no time wrapping her lips around her nipple, sucking and flicking the hardened bud.
“Sam…oh god…” Brooke moaned as she buried her fingers in the journalist’s thick dark mane.
She felt Sam smile against her chest before she raked her teeth over the bud, causing a startled yelp from blonde before soothing it with her tongue. She moved over to Brooke’s other breast as her fingers replaced her lips. As she sucked Brooke’s left nipple, her fingers teased and tortured the already painfully erect right one, causing the blonde to writhe beneath her, hips bucking against the brunette’s. Sam’s eyes met hers as she suckled Brooke’s nipple. The blonde knew that look. She knew it well. Brooke was most often the aggressor when it came to their lovemaking, but Sam was, by no stretch of the imagination, a shrinking violet. When she wanted something, she most certainly knew how to take it. And the look in Sam’s dark eyes told Brooke that Sam was certainly determined to have something, and she would be none too gentle in the taking department.
The feeling of Sam’s tongue in her navel sent her reeling. That had always driven her crazy, and Sam’s knew just the way to get her worked into a frenzy from just that simple action. She was so far gone she wasn’t even aware her bottoms had been removed until Sam thrust her fingers deep inside of her, causing a loud moan from deep within her. Sam moved up her body so that they were face to face. She struggled to keep eye contact as Sam continued to thrust into the core of her very being. Hazel eyes stared into chocolate ones that knew her so well, the other half of her soul.
No one, woman or man, had ever fit with her the way Sam had. No one had ever made her feel so full and complete. No one had ever hurt her so deeply, while driving her so crazy she didn’t know which way was up. And as the orgasm ripped through her body and she shouted Sam’s name, she felt right for the first time in three years.
Her body had barely stopped tingling before she felt Sam’s tongue on her, lapping up her juices, and flicking her clit with that talented tongue. Oral fixation didn’t even begin to describe the skill that the journalist brandished. Sam sucked her clit deep into her mouth and nipped it with her teeth, and Brooke’s body froze as another climax shook her body.
“Sam…” She whimpered as she came back down. She pulled the journalist back up beside her. Crushing their lips together, she roughly cupped Sam’s breast, rolling and pinching her nipple between her thumb and index finger.
She loved the way Sam had always responded to her, and the brunette arched against her, letting her know that that fact hadn’t changed. She took the nipple into her mouth, running her fingers down Sam’s arched spine. She cupped the brunette’s rear, teasing the sensitive flesh, as she listened to the whimpers and gasp that were now coming from the journalist in earnest.
Brooke moved up the slender, sleek form and crushed her lips to the brunette’s. She sucked Sam’s tongue into her mouth as she eased her hand between Sam’s muscular thighs. She was in awe at the copious wetness she found there, knowing that she caused it. She stroked the bundle of nerves her fingers found effortlessly, enjoying the soft mewing sounds that Sam made deep in her throat. The brunette’s hips bucked against her hand, seeking more contact. Brooke was only happy to oblige, and as she slid two fingers slowly into Sam, she closed her eyes letting the sensations wash over her. She moved her fingers in and out of Sam slowly, earning a frustrated groan from the brunette whose movements were becoming increasingly more frenzied.
Brooke rolled Sam onto her back, settling between her thighs. She moved her fingers almost completely out of the brunette before thrusting them back into her hard and deep. Sam wrenched her mouth free, allowing a moan to escape. Brooke continued this bittersweet torture until Sam was begging her for release. So with one last thrust, she curled her fingers upward, and used her thumb to stroke Sam’s clit one last time before trimmers rocked Sam’s body signaling her orgasm.
The blonde slid down between the journalist’s thighs, and slid her tongue deep into Sam’s channel. She’d been denied this sweet treasure for three long years, and she lapped at Sam like a dying woman. Her tongue danced along Sam’s clit, sucking and nipping at the bundle of nerves, and pushing her to the precipice once again. She slid her tongue deep within Sam’s core as she raked her teeth over Sam’s clit, and felt Sam’s walls contract around her tongue, spilling sweet nectar into the blonde’s waiting mouth.
There was no sweeter sound to Brooke than to hear her name on Sam’s lips, and as her climax coursed through her, Sam cried out Brooke’s name like a prayer. The blonde moved up the still quaking body, and wrapped her arms around Sam like she would never let go. Her heart sang at the rightness of it all. Sam belonged in her arms, and now that she had her back, she didn’t know how she would ever let her go again.
She heard the brunette’s ragged breath even out, and looked over to see Sam fast asleep. She pressed a kiss to Sam’s temple before covering their naked forms with her comforter. Brooke knew she should probably feel guilty, but she didn’t. This was right. This was where she was meant to be. She knew that all they needed was a second chance, and everything would work out fine. It was obvious by what had just transpired, they still cared about each other. She just hoped she could convince Sam of that.
The next morning she awoke to an empty bed, and a note from Sam.
Brooke,
I woke Cara up early and dropped her off at Mom’s with Mac. I have some errands to run and then I have to head into the office. I have to work late tonight, so Mom said she’d give you guys dinner, and I’ll see you later if you aren’t already in bed.
Sam
Brooke sighed as she read through the note again. Something was making Sammy run and it wasn’t errands.