I got my muse back! I has plot bunnies coming out me ears, matey!
Title: Perfume & Liquor
Pairing: Breyton
Fandom: One Tree Hill
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 342
Warnings: femslash
Spoilers: well, i watched 5x08 and i paused it on this moment simply because it needs to be written, even if it it short.
A/N: All this picture's fault. Not my fault they look nekid!
She smelt of frangipani perfume mixed with the sweet scent of flavoured liquor as Peyton Sawyer lent against Brooke’s torso, her steady breath creating a rhythm under Peyton’s pale countenance, whilst the beat of Brooke’s heart soothed her. Brooke’s hand began creating slow circles on the small of Peyton’s back whilst the other brushed softly over her cheek. It started out innocently enough, but the want began rising within the blonde’s body.
Brooke’s lips, those gorgeous ruby red lips, were whispering sweet words to her, tickling at her forehead as the air escaped from that luscious mouth. Peyton then adjusted herself, her arms tightening around the brunette’s waist and she tilted her head upwards the blonde’s lips ever so lightly touching Brooke’s neck, causing her to let out a small moan and her eyes to flutter closed. The moan was so small, in fact, that had Peyton not been so close to the brunette she would have mistaken it as a sigh. Peyton lazily lifted her head so she was eye to eye with the auburn beauty. With her breathing ragged and her heart beating in her ears she leant forward capturing those lips in a chaste kiss, Brooke’s hands coming up to cup her face and the kiss deepened. More so then Peyton had intended. Goosebumps arose on Peyton’s pastel skin, which caused her to shudder and them to break apart. If Peyton had to remember one moment and only one, for the rest of eternity, it would without question be the look in Brooke’s eyes. It was the mixture of curiosity, wanting and needing that gave Peyton the courage to kiss her again, to trail her finger down, across her collarbone and to kiss her there, and everywhere else that was visible to her.
It was most definitely the perfume mixed with the mouth watering smell of flavoured liquor that made Peyton Sawyer lean against Brooke, but it was the want, the need and the pull towards the russet girl, that made her lean forward and make love to her.
Pairing: Breyton
Fandom: One Tree Hill
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 342
Warnings: femslash
Spoilers: well, i watched 5x08 and i paused it on this moment simply because it needs to be written, even if it it short.
A/N: All this picture's fault. Not my fault they look nekid!
She smelt of frangipani perfume mixed with the sweet scent of flavoured liquor as Peyton Sawyer lent against Brooke’s torso, her steady breath creating a rhythm under Peyton’s pale countenance, whilst the beat of Brooke’s heart soothed her. Brooke’s hand began creating slow circles on the small of Peyton’s back whilst the other brushed softly over her cheek. It started out innocently enough, but the want began rising within the blonde’s body.
Brooke’s lips, those gorgeous ruby red lips, were whispering sweet words to her, tickling at her forehead as the air escaped from that luscious mouth. Peyton then adjusted herself, her arms tightening around the brunette’s waist and she tilted her head upwards the blonde’s lips ever so lightly touching Brooke’s neck, causing her to let out a small moan and her eyes to flutter closed. The moan was so small, in fact, that had Peyton not been so close to the brunette she would have mistaken it as a sigh. Peyton lazily lifted her head so she was eye to eye with the auburn beauty. With her breathing ragged and her heart beating in her ears she leant forward capturing those lips in a chaste kiss, Brooke’s hands coming up to cup her face and the kiss deepened. More so then Peyton had intended. Goosebumps arose on Peyton’s pastel skin, which caused her to shudder and them to break apart. If Peyton had to remember one moment and only one, for the rest of eternity, it would without question be the look in Brooke’s eyes. It was the mixture of curiosity, wanting and needing that gave Peyton the courage to kiss her again, to trail her finger down, across her collarbone and to kiss her there, and everywhere else that was visible to her.
It was most definitely the perfume mixed with the mouth watering smell of flavoured liquor that made Peyton Sawyer lean against Brooke, but it was the want, the need and the pull towards the russet girl, that made her lean forward and make love to her.