Brooke looked up into Peyton's done-up eyes and smiled warmly.
"You look beautiful tonight," she said, lightening her hooked arms around the back of her girlfriend's neck. As the swayed slowly back and forth to the music, Brooke inched forward, pressing her stomach gently to Peyton's.
"And so do you, Ms. Davis," Peyton answered humorously. She meant her words. "But I don't know how you did it." Broome smirked at the door Peyton had just left wide open for her.
"I'm just naturally sexy," she said, leaning up so her lips just touched the blonde's as she spoke. This made Peyton chuckle, her grip around Brooke's waist tightening just a fraction.
"No, not you. I mean this." Peyton nodded behind her to the general direction of their prom. "We're at our senior prom and I'm dancing with you without any snarky crap from the rest of our graduating class. I don't understand how you did it." Brooke laughed whole-heartedly, smiling wide enough to expose her dimples.
"I told you, P. Sawyer, I'm just naturally sexy!"
"Oh, shut up," Peyton commanded lightly with a smile, and she captured Brooke's lips with her own. Brooke moved one hand from its locked position on her opposite elbow around the back of Peyton's neck to just under the blonde's hair, careful not to ruin its styled perfection.
There was suddenly the clearing of someone's throat over the music and Brooke and Peyton separated momentarily. The two looked over to find Nathan and Haley still dancing not far from them, smiling at them with amusement.
"Uh, could ya get a room?" Haley joked, her hand sliding up her husband's arm to rest on his shoulder. They never stopped rocking back and forth, rotation slowly to the right.
Peyton looked back at Brooke, a slightly embarrassed smile on her lips and a charming blush about her face.
"Do you want to?" she asked gently, watching Brooke's eyes for any sign of hesitation. And even as the shiny hazels darted away to look at Nathan and Haley and then slowly came back up to Peyton's gaze, they remained steady and confident, full of Brooke's natural charm and subtle lust. The brunette smiled and nodded.
"Yeah… Yeah, I do," she said. Peyton joined Brooke's smile, moving one arm from the brunette's waist as the turned to leave the lodge. Haley happened to look over just as her friends were leaving and she went rigid.
"Nathan!" she whispered, directing her husband's attention to a departing Brooke and Peyton.
"Wow… I didn't think they would take you seriously- Were you being serious?"
"No…" Haley paused for a second. "I mean, I didn't mean it but I'm kinda glad they thought I did. Is that weird?" Nathan had to put his masculine mentality and sexuality to the side so that he could properly answer his wife. His smile, however, failed to fade.
"No," he said honestly. "I mean, it's about damn time-"
"Nathan!"
"No, really. C'mon. How long have they been together now?"
"…. Long time."
"Exactly." Haley smiled, looking at the empty entry way that no longer framed her friends, and then her gaze met Nathan's again. She raised an eyebrow immediately, quickly reading his thoughts.
"No. Oh, no. If Brooke tells me anything I am SO not giving you details." Nathan grinned devilishly, playing along.
"Aw, c'mom Hales. Not even a little bit?" Haley smiled, pulling Nathan to her.
"Okay," she whispered, lightly kissing him, "just a little bit."
