Drabble: Promotion
Prompt: office
Rating: R for the implication of naughty bits. I guess once that door opened...Splendid, what have I become?
Word Count: 100! Holy crap, I wrote a drabble!
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy owns 'em, but he abandoned them. He left them (Brooke specifically) lying on the road for dead. So I say they're ours now!
Summary: Sam's gotten a promotion
Brooke’s breath came in deep pants, trying to restore oxygen back to her brain. She was still seeing spots. Sam stood up from the floor and crawled on top of her like a panther. The brunette’s eyes were hooded with lust, and their lips smashed together.
But not too long-she could barely breathe. “That was incredible, Sammy,” she panted. The reporter’s dress shirt lay open, exposing her flesh to Brooke’s eager hands. The buttons were god-knows-where. Sam’s eyes closed and she emitted tiny moans as Brooke tweaked tender flesh.
“Well,” Brooke smiled. “I guess we officially christened your new office.”
Rating: R for the implication of naughty bits. I guess once that door opened...Splendid, what have I become?
Word Count: 100! Holy crap, I wrote a drabble!
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy owns 'em, but he abandoned them. He left them (Brooke specifically) lying on the road for dead. So I say they're ours now!
Summary: Sam's gotten a promotion
Brooke’s breath came in deep pants, trying to restore oxygen back to her brain. She was still seeing spots. Sam stood up from the floor and crawled on top of her like a panther. The brunette’s eyes were hooded with lust, and their lips smashed together.
But not too long-she could barely breathe. “That was incredible, Sammy,” she panted. The reporter’s dress shirt lay open, exposing her flesh to Brooke’s eager hands. The buttons were god-knows-where. Sam’s eyes closed and she emitted tiny moans as Brooke tweaked tender flesh.
“Well,” Brooke smiled. “I guess we officially christened your new office.”