Drabble/fic: Feast for the Ocular Spheres
Title: Feast for the Ocular Spheres
Rating: R - Adult concepts (implied sex) and latin roots
Word Count: 721
Disclaimer: Characters and canon not mine. No one suspected as much, because my name is not Ryan Murphy. Also, did not make the linked video (credits to mistiec), nor write Gray's Anatomy (credits to Henry Gray)
Author's Notes: Based off of the last lines from this video. Which is not a video at all, rather a digital compilation of clips synched to music-NOONECARES JUST WATCH/READ IT.
Summary: Brooke and Sam form a menage (BRING IT) with a very intellectual dame- Science.
"…And studying for the challenge is just like studying for the SAT’s. Net result - we get to sleep in."
"Ooooo… Where’s Mary Cherry."
They had actually put off the bulk of studying (they'd been occupied with the “sleeping in”) until the night before the challenge. Brooke's bed was covered with papers and books and them all in a heap, rifling through chapters and subjects.
Sam flipped through the final pages of her vocabulary study book and reached out for the next pamphlet. She broke into a grin when the clearly stressed Brooke thrust the next research item into her hands. She slunk just behind her study buddy, reaching on hand around to draw attention to the subject, letting one hand play circles from her scalp to her side.
"Anatomy? My favorite subject…” her voice trailed off, following her hands as they worked through Brooke’s hair down to the warm back of her neck, “… especially when applied to you."
The blonde muttered something like rejection, but her body turned into the heat. “Sammie, we can’t take a break.”
“Who said anything about taking a break?” Sam bit her lip, leaning tortuously, temptingly close, “We’re talking application here. Hands on study if you will.”
Sam lifted her fingers to Brooke’s cheek, trailing her right hand down Brooke’s body, reciting in a half whisper the names of the anatomical landmarks as she passed them.
“Cheekbone, mandible, follow the spine to the scapula, tickle down over your lumbar muscles to the joint of the hip bone and femur, gosh your quadriceps are well developed…” Brooke was in a haze, too busy leaning into Sam’s heady whisper to respond with anything more than a smirk.
“And I really admire your very well developed soleus muscle…” Light figure-of-eights tore at the sensitive skin at the back of Brooke’s knee, neural nets packaging desire and sending it off to every other fiber of her body.
“You’re teasing me…”
Sam's reply bounced harshly, hotly off Brooke's collarbone, “Teaching.”
Brooke's eyes rolled back at the warm tongue swirling around, reciting the muscles of her neck like they were being ravaged. But simple warmed oxygen and latin nomenclature was no replacement for Sam's mouth. Brooke held back a moanTwo could play at this game.
“The outermost part of the ear is the pinna.” Eager to illustrate her knowledge, Brooke halted her breath and pulled Sam forward to graze her tongue along the soft cartilage of Sam's ear.
“And every breath that hits your tympanic membrane is absolutely vibrating.” She did her best to not maneuver her whisper directly into Sam's ear canal, and bit back her breathing as her teeth pulled at Sam's ear lobe, though everything came rushing out along Sam's cheekbone as Brooke trailed her lips across the skin, mumbling about paranasal sinuses and the inner ear.
Sam raised her left hand, distal phalanges brushing, then curling hard to leave red marks to decorate the area where Brooke's cervical spine met the base of her occipital foramina. Keratin met keratin as her fingertips laced through the blonde hair, nails dragging to express the smile that her mouth was too busy for.
“And your lips are so red,” It was probably the perfect time for Brooke to have pulled away, because Sam was going to take control anyway and was already running circles around Brooke's awareness with mention of lips spoken right into her lips. “...because of the blood pounding through them.” The brunette had found out pretty quickly that while Brooke could hurl back insults and physical attempts at control, she was utterly powerless against Sam's pleading whisper.
Her voice switched from forceful seduction to desperate need as she pulled one final time from “Brooke. Lie down.” She sort of dragged out the name in a half moan, but she might have well tackled the blonde for how quickly she had leaned back, licking her lips, begging Sam join her with heavy breathing and her eyes.
Upon reflection, it was the way Sam had traced the skin covering her adductor and gracilis muscles, ghosting the exact lines of the nerves once with the ends of her fingers, then giving them tangible, shaking attention with her lips and teeth. That was what she was thinking about when Josh was having his self esteem crisis in the waiting room of the Big Head Challenge. She watched Harrison's tirade about supporting her ex-boyfriend, but all she could hear was Sam's wordless recitation of Chapter XI, section 3d.4. of Gray's Anatomy. She remembered to look like she felt vaguely remorseful, though really all she felt was the weight of Sam's head on her shoulder.
And when they won, all the screaming and jumping was hardly a preface for the screaming and exercise of their real celebration later that night.
(For your reference- http://www.bartleby.com/107/269.html)