"… God, I just can't get enough of you it's like… It's like I need an entourage of 3 Brooke Davis' or something," Peyton said, snuggling closer to Brooke. Brooke smiled hugely, flattered and amused.
"If you weren't so cute I'd have to yell at you for that."
"How come?" Peyton asked, nuzzling the brunette's neck and closing her eyes.
"Because…" Brooke started, "I feel like that should have been offensive but I love you too much to really know the difference." Peyton was the one to smile this time, opening her eyes again.
"Well, I didn't mean anything-"
"I know, P. Sawyer. Don't worry about it just shut up and kiss me." Brooke tilted her head down, capturing Peyton's lips with her own, her cell phone ringing in the same moment.
"Don't get it," Peyton mumbled between kisses. Brooke pulled slightly away, about to answer her phone, but she wanted kisses more than she wanted to know who was calling her.
"It might be someone important," she said back, kissing Peyton harder. Peyton rolled over, pinning Brooke on her back. "It might be an emergency…"
"Maybe it's not," Peyton countered, deepening the kiss. "Maybe it's no one." Brooke smiled, her hand snaking to the back of Peyton's neck.
"'No one' isn't on my contact list," she said.
"Doesn't mean 'no one' can't call you anyway." For just a moment, Brooke held Peyton steady in the kiss, working with every trick she knew to keep the blonde distracted while she slipped her hand into her pocket to retrieve her phone. She fished it out, getting it to her ear and answering it before Peyton realized what was going on.
"… Hello?" she answered, her voice heavier than she wanted it to be.
"Brooke? Where are you?" It was Haley.
"I'm, um… I'm at home…" Brooke struggled to keep the lust in her voice low as Peyton relentlessly worked her neck and collarbone.
"You busy?" Haley asked. Briefly losing focus, Brooke's eyes fluttered closed.
"….." Her fingers ran through Peyton's hair. "What's up?"
"Well, Nathan, Lucas and Skills were going out to Tric tonight. We were wondering if you wanted to come, maybe you could hunt Peyton down and bring her too." Brooke's hand went to try and still the hips that ground against her, her mind working furiously to compose her voice before she spoke.
"Actually, I was just gonna do a Brooke night, if that's alright with you guys-" Brooke's mouth opened wide, a moan silenced before Haley could hear.
"Oh… alright. Do you know where Peyton is, then?"
"Peyton…" The name came out more as a cry than a question, and Brooke's eyes fluttered closed again. "I, uh… I… no. No idea. Try her house, though, cause I think her phone's dead."
"Okay," Haley said. Then she paused. "Are you okay, Brooke?-"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," Brooke said to fast. "You guys have fun without me."
"Kay. Bye."
"Bye." Brooke flipped the phone shut and tossed it across the room, snapping Peyton's face up to meet the blonde's fierce kisses with her lips. She kissed the blonde for a good 5 minutes before saying another word. "God, baby you can't do things to me when I'm on the phone…" she breathed, kissing Peyton again. Peyton only smirked.
"I told you not to answer it," she said. And she broke the kiss just long enough to sit up and pull her shirt over her head. She came back down hungrily on Brooke's skin. "Was it Haley?"
"Mmm hmm," Brooke mumbled, slipping out of her own shirt.
"What'd she want?"
"To hang out as a group." Brooke said.
"… You covered us?" Peyton asked, worry in her voice and hesitation in her movements. Brooke nodded, flipping her over. She wanted the dominance now.
"Yeah. Don't worry." She kissed Peyton deeply again, exploring the blonde's neck soon after. "No one knows a thing."