One Tree Hill fic (Brooke/Peyton)-Back together again
Title:Back Together Again
Rating:PG-13 (fem!slash)
Word Count:730
Pairing:Brooke/Peyton
Summary:Brooke and Peyton resolve their differences and a bit more
Disclaimer:I own nothing mmk?
Spoilers: Up to 4x09
Other: Written for Gaby (beppergirl) as a Christmas gift. I hope you like it.
“Boys can be so dumb.” Brooke heard the words leaving her mouth in an almost giggly way. Immediately afterwards, she tried to stifle the laughter, but it came out. She stiffened up, her back straightening and her legs tense. She blocked out the hospital and tried to think of a way to explain her inappropriate noise, but then she heard laughter, not her own. It was familiar; it loosened her up slightly and put a smile back on her face. Peyton. God, Brooke loved the way Peyton would chuckle, more to herself than anyone else. It had made her seem cooler, more independent, like she didn’t need anyone, she was fine. It had attracted her to Peyton instantly, and to this day, still did.
She looked over and saw her friend smile, because by now, she was sure they were friends again. Her smile was bright, and lively, but sheltered, like there was a wall blocking her happiness from fully oozing form each pore. Brooke hoped to gain an initiation into Peyton’s happiness and heart once again. She had missed it. She had missed it everyday and hour and minute they were apart. Peyton was her best friend, no matter how much they fought or disagreed or betrayed one another, it was never truly over, they always came back.
Suddenly, a warm hand gripped her knee lightly, squeezing in a comforting, even loving way. Peyton’s hand was soft on her knee’s dry skin and she was suddenly conscious of the fact that she had not put lotion on it in a few days. As the curly-haired blonde began to rub in a circle motion, heat shot through Brooke’s body, causing an ache between her thighs. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had felt that ache, that longing to touch another. She turned her head slowly, and was faced with the brown eyes that always made her heart race increase.
Brooke stared at Peyton, seeing all the pain and suffering she had been though. Feeling it with her in that moment, trying to convey her sympathies. She wanted her own eyes to say that she was sorry. Sorry for abandoning her in times of need, needing a friend, needing a companion. Sorry for being a bitch, saying words she didn’t mean, that were meant to pierce, to hurt. And a moment later, Brooke saw that Peyton forgave her, that it would be alright, they could get back what they had lost.
Leaning in, she was now aware that she had placed her hands delicately on Peyton’s waste and that Peyton’s hand had moved up, now situated on her thigh, still rubbing circles, but a bit harder. As the two girls got closer, the heat increased and Brooke could feel their hearts beating. They were the same, connecting them. Peyton’s warm, wet breathe could be felt on her lips and she wanted her. She wanted the blonde to kiss her so hard, so passionately that she would forget their troubles. Things were going too slowly, so slowly is almost hurt.
She couldn’t take it, she kissed Peyton. Slowly at first, almost in a questioning way, exploring the way her mouth felt. The almost silky feel of Peyton’s lips caused a sweet relief on her own, yet made the area between her thighs ache even more. Peyton hardened the kiss and pried Brooke’s mouth open with her tongue. Their tongue’s mingled and danced in a new way, an exciting pattern that almost seemed forbidden. The heat that passed between the two was unsurpassed in passion and pleasure, Brooke wanted more, she needed more.
They broke away simultaneously, gasping for air. Peyton leaned her forehead against Brooke’s and a smile graced her lips. Then Brooke was standing, her hand out-stretched, beckoning her to take it, follow a new path neither had had the courage to explore before this moment. Peyton grabbed her hand delicately and was pulled up easily. Brooke placed her mouth close to Peyton’s ear, her hot breath making Peyton squirm with want.
“Closets are fun,” Brooke’s voice was low and husky, filled with desire. That was enough for Peyton to feel faint and she couldn’t think with Brooke so close. Her hand was jerked slightly and she was off with jog to find a more private place with her best friend, or maybe someone who could possibly be more.
Rating:PG-13 (fem!slash)
Word Count:730
Pairing:Brooke/Peyton
Summary:Brooke and Peyton resolve their differences and a bit more
Disclaimer:I own nothing mmk?
Spoilers: Up to 4x09
Other: Written for Gaby (beppergirl) as a Christmas gift. I hope you like it.
“Boys can be so dumb.” Brooke heard the words leaving her mouth in an almost giggly way. Immediately afterwards, she tried to stifle the laughter, but it came out. She stiffened up, her back straightening and her legs tense. She blocked out the hospital and tried to think of a way to explain her inappropriate noise, but then she heard laughter, not her own. It was familiar; it loosened her up slightly and put a smile back on her face. Peyton. God, Brooke loved the way Peyton would chuckle, more to herself than anyone else. It had made her seem cooler, more independent, like she didn’t need anyone, she was fine. It had attracted her to Peyton instantly, and to this day, still did.
She looked over and saw her friend smile, because by now, she was sure they were friends again. Her smile was bright, and lively, but sheltered, like there was a wall blocking her happiness from fully oozing form each pore. Brooke hoped to gain an initiation into Peyton’s happiness and heart once again. She had missed it. She had missed it everyday and hour and minute they were apart. Peyton was her best friend, no matter how much they fought or disagreed or betrayed one another, it was never truly over, they always came back.
Suddenly, a warm hand gripped her knee lightly, squeezing in a comforting, even loving way. Peyton’s hand was soft on her knee’s dry skin and she was suddenly conscious of the fact that she had not put lotion on it in a few days. As the curly-haired blonde began to rub in a circle motion, heat shot through Brooke’s body, causing an ache between her thighs. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had felt that ache, that longing to touch another. She turned her head slowly, and was faced with the brown eyes that always made her heart race increase.
Brooke stared at Peyton, seeing all the pain and suffering she had been though. Feeling it with her in that moment, trying to convey her sympathies. She wanted her own eyes to say that she was sorry. Sorry for abandoning her in times of need, needing a friend, needing a companion. Sorry for being a bitch, saying words she didn’t mean, that were meant to pierce, to hurt. And a moment later, Brooke saw that Peyton forgave her, that it would be alright, they could get back what they had lost.
Leaning in, she was now aware that she had placed her hands delicately on Peyton’s waste and that Peyton’s hand had moved up, now situated on her thigh, still rubbing circles, but a bit harder. As the two girls got closer, the heat increased and Brooke could feel their hearts beating. They were the same, connecting them. Peyton’s warm, wet breathe could be felt on her lips and she wanted her. She wanted the blonde to kiss her so hard, so passionately that she would forget their troubles. Things were going too slowly, so slowly is almost hurt.
She couldn’t take it, she kissed Peyton. Slowly at first, almost in a questioning way, exploring the way her mouth felt. The almost silky feel of Peyton’s lips caused a sweet relief on her own, yet made the area between her thighs ache even more. Peyton hardened the kiss and pried Brooke’s mouth open with her tongue. Their tongue’s mingled and danced in a new way, an exciting pattern that almost seemed forbidden. The heat that passed between the two was unsurpassed in passion and pleasure, Brooke wanted more, she needed more.
They broke away simultaneously, gasping for air. Peyton leaned her forehead against Brooke’s and a smile graced her lips. Then Brooke was standing, her hand out-stretched, beckoning her to take it, follow a new path neither had had the courage to explore before this moment. Peyton grabbed her hand delicately and was pulled up easily. Brooke placed her mouth close to Peyton’s ear, her hot breath making Peyton squirm with want.
“Closets are fun,” Brooke’s voice was low and husky, filled with desire. That was enough for Peyton to feel faint and she couldn’t think with Brooke so close. Her hand was jerked slightly and she was off with jog to find a more private place with her best friend, or maybe someone who could possibly be more.