The last of the Alphabet Soup
Sometimes I wonder if popularity has somehow made me cold. An empty shell, like the rind of an orange after you’ve eaten the fleshy, juicy fruit in the middle. I’m afraid that I’ve become hollow and numb. Then I met her. She’s got a fire that rages just beneath the surface. It’s why I argue with her so much. I love to see her eyes flicker with the flame of indignation. I love it. I love her and she hates me. Yet, I take it, every snide comment, every heated glare. I live for it, breathing it in, allowing it to give me life. I need it. Her hate keeps me warm.
Fandom: Popular
Pairing (Claim): Sam/Brooke
Challenge: Alphabet Soup
Word Count: 112
Rating: PG
Title: S is for Startle
Sam crept around the corner, watching Brooke as the blonde watched their parents wrapping presents. It had taken nearly two weeks to catch the cheerleader in this position and she was not going to waste the opportunity. She grasped the blonde’s shoulder, causing her to startle Brooke.
“Sam, you just scared ten years off of my life.”
“You know you shouldn’t peek or Santa won’t come.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Brooke replied in an annoyed tone. “Did you want something?”
The brunette took a deep breath before answering. “Yes, I did actually.”
“Oh and what’s that?”
“This…” And then her lips were pressing firmly against the blonde’s, tongue begging to be let in. Brooke wasted no time parting her lips, granting Sam access as their tongues danced sensuously together.
“What was that for?” Brooke asked breathlessly as they parted, her tone curious.
Sam just smirked before looking up. “You’re under the mistletoe.”
Fandom: Popular
Pairing (Claim): Sam/Brooke
Challenge: Alphabet Soup
Word Count: 110
Rating: PG
Title: T is for Trickle
Brooke watched as a bead of sweat made its way down the slender column of Sam’s neck. She followed the trickle of water as it moved down her chest and disappeared between the valley of the brunette’s breasts. She licked her suddenly dry lips, wishing she could follow the trail with her tongue.
“God Brooke, take a picture.” Sam’s tone was annoyed as she took a long drink from her bottle of water.
“I’m just amazed that a human can sweat that much, but then again, judging from your room, I’d say you’re part pig.” Brooke blushed at being caught. I have got to get a new hobby, she thought.
Fandom: Popular
Pairing (Claim): Sam/Brooke
Challenge: Alphabet Soup
Word Count: 113
Rating: PG-13
Title: U is for Undulating
Sam moved seductively against the blonde, her hips undulating with the pulse of the music. It took all Brooke had to not drag the gyrating girl into the bathroom and end this little game of foreplay. Instead, she spun the brunette around, her hands gripping the other girl’s waist as their eyes met. Sam’s darkened with desire and promises of things to come. Brooke wondered whose idea it had been to leave the house tonight. Then she remembered, hers.
“I want you so bad right now. I can almost taste it.” Sam whispered in her ear.
A whimper was Brooke’s only response before she grabbed Sam’s hand and pulled her to the car.
Fandom: Popular
Pairing (Claim): Sam/Brooke
Challenge: Alphabet Soup
Word Count: 123
Rating: PG
Title: V is for Votive
Brooke kept watch over the silently still figure in the bed. It had been a month since she’d last heard Sam’s voice or looked into her beautiful brown eyes. She’d long since stopped offering up votive prayers begging for her to wake up. The doctors said they weren’t sure they could do anything further. They’d tried everything. It was no use. The impact of Nicole’s car had done extensive damage and there was a chance that even if Sam did wake up she’d be a vegetable. They were leaving it in God’s hands now. Only Brooke didn’t want to. She didn’t believe in God, not anymore. How could she believe in a God that would take her one true love away from her?
Fandom: Popular
Pairing (Claim): Sam/Brooke
Challenge: Alphabet Soup
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Title: W is for Wanton
Sam shook her head as she watched Brooke dance around the room, completely uninhibited. She moved to the beat of the music, doing moves that would make the most seasoned stripper blush. Sam wasn’t used to such wanton behavior from her blond stepsister and she had to admit it was a little bit of a turn on. Or it would have been if the cheerleader weren’t completely wasted. The brunette decided to intervene when Brooke climbed up on table, drawing a crowd as she teasingly lifted the hem of her shirt.
“Okay Blondie, that’s enough of your playboy bunny impersonation.” Sam grabbed the blonde’s hand making sure that Brooke didn’t fall as she pulled her towards the front door. Sam wasn’t even sure whose house it was.
“Do you really think I look like a playboy bunny?” Brooke asked, pulling Sam to a stop in front of her.
Sam let out a silent curse at her slip of the tongue. “Oh yeah, expect a call from Heff any day now.” Sam hoped she’d come across as joking.
“Aww Sammy, I love you. You always know just what to say to make me feel better.” Brooke wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck, planting a sloppy kiss on her lips.
The brunette was momentarily stunned by the action but, realizing Brooke’s current state, quickly recovered. She willed her pulse to stop racing. If only that were true, Princess, Sam thought as she maneuvered the blonde to her car and drove them home.
Fandom: Popular
Pairing (Claim): Sam/Brooke
Challenge: Alphabet Soup
Word Count: 180
Rating: PG
Title: X is for X-mas
Sam looked down at the card in her hand with a frown. There scrawled in Brooke’s perfect penmanship were the words “Merry X-mas, Sam!” Brooke knew she hated when people used that instead of the actual word. Not because she was overly religious, but because it was symbolic of how commercialized the whole season had become. That people were simply too busy to take the time to spell the word correctly. Brooke’s use of the misnomer was deliberate. A way for her to get under the journalist’s skin. Thinking that she’d give the blonde a piece of her mind when she saw her, she ripped open the envelope and pulled out the card.
If you want your present, turn around.
Sam turned and her breath hitched. Brooke stood in the doorframe, wearing nothing but a big red bow and a wicked grin.
“Well don’t just stand there. Aren’t you going to come unwrap your present?”
Dropping the card to the ground, she crossed the room at warp speed. Maybe she’d give Brooke a piece of her mind later. Much later.
Fandom: Popular
Pairing (Claim): Sam/Brooke
Challenge: Alphabet Soup
Word Count: 169
Rating: G
Title: Y is for Yank
“Sam, slow down.” Brooke was out of breath as she fought to keep her hat on her head. They’d been rushing to wherever they were headed since the first yank of Sam’s hand to hers. “Where are we going anyway?”
The brunette didn’t even bother to turn around. “You’ll see when we get there.”
“Okay, but do you think we can just slow down a little?”
“Sure, we’re here anyway.” Sam pulled them to a halt, wrapping her arms around the blonde’s waist.
Brooke took a look around at the people bustling by on the busy New York sidewalks. “Sam why are we here?” she whispered.
“For that,” Sam said as she pointed to the giant ticker flashing world news across its screen.
Brooke looked up in confusion. She gasped as she saw what Sam was pointing at.
Brooke McQueen, will you marry me?
Brooke’s hazel eyes filled with tears as she looked into Sam’s smiling brown ones. “So will you?” Sam asked with a smirk.
“Yes, I will.”
Fandom: Popular
Pairing (Claim): Sam/Brooke
Challenge: Alphabet Soup
Word Count: 112
Rating: R
Title: Z is for Zipper
Sam opened the door to her office, surprised to find Brooke. The blonde carried a picnic basket and was wearing her new, long, over coat.
“Brooke, what are you doing here?”
“I came to bring you lunch.” The blonde thrust the basket towards the journalist, then stepped in the room, shutting the door behind her.
Sam took the basket to the desk and looked inside. She looked back at the blonde, her eyes full of confusion. “All that’s in here is whipped cream.”
Brooke’s smile grew mischievous as she nodded. She crooked her finger, beckoning the brunette to her. Sam moved wordlessly. When she reached the blonde, Brooke took her fingers and placed it on the zipper of her coat. Sam lowered the clasp in agonizing slowness. She straightened once again and whimpered as she pulled the folds of the coat apart. Brooke was completely naked beneath.
“Ready for lunch?”
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