She stumbled into the shower, drunk and tired, determined to get clean and then pass out… She wasn't sure that the passing out part would actually happen in her bedroom.
The shower water came on quickly, its temperature shocking Peyton's skin and making her take in a sharp breath. But still she stood under the head, water right in her face, and waited to sober up. It was in that moment that she heard the bathroom door open and close gently, followed by light footsteps on the tiles floor. But in her drunken stupor, it was hard for her to respond at a normal speed, and so her eyes only slightly turned to the direction of the sound, her head still facing right up into the chilled water.
She watched her shower curtain peel back slightly, revealing Brooke's head, neck and shoulders, all bare.
"Brooke, what the hell are you doing… Are you naked?" Brooke smiled, pulling the curtain back more and stepping easily into the shower. This answered Peyton's question.
"Holy shit, P. Sawyer! That water's freezing!" Brooke pressed against Peyton to get to the water, turning the hot water on to match evenly with the cold. The shower warmed up quickly.
"No, baby put it back…' Peyton stopped complaining when she finally realized that she was in no position to protest. She was stuck in the corner of the shower, Brooke pinning her against the wall, with the water running over both of them. Brooke grinned devilishly, pressing tender kissed into Peyton's skin.
"I figured… That… Maybe… You needed a shower… Buddy," the brunette murmured, taking in Peyton's skin hungrily. Peyton closed her eyes and rested her head back, exposing her neck to Brooke. Her hands raked up Brooke's back, her fingertips pressing into the brunette's wet skin. Then, something clicked in her head under the alcoholic influence.
"Brooke…" she started, "you aren't, I mean…" It was hard for the blonde to concentrate with Brooke working her neck like she did so well. "You aren't real, are you?" Peyton felt Brooke smile against her, her lips moving to meet the blonde's for just a moment, before lowering to her chest. Peyton let out a moan, her fingers in Brooke's hair.
"Huh-uh," Brooke said, still smiling, and she lowered herself to her knees. "You're dreaming, P. Sawyer." Peyton opened her eyes, trying to ignore the lust growing between her legs. She didn't feel right taking advantage of her friend in a dream, but there was something about it… "I know what you're thinking," Brooke said, her hands on Peyton's thighs. The blonde looked down at her, wanting two things at once, but she couldn't respond. "Peyton…." Brooke said, "Peyton? Peyton? …… Peyton!"
Peyton woke up with a start, sitting up in bed immediately.
"You alright, P. Sawyer? You sounded like you were having a bad dream…" Brooke said, her hand on Peyton's shoulder. Peyton tried to slow her breathing, ignoring the lust still pulsing between her legs. She shook her head.
"Yeah, I'm… I'm fine," she said. Outside, the sun was beginning to rise. She glanced over to her bathroom, pulling the covers off of her.
"Where are you-"
"I'm gonna take a quick shower," Peyton interrupted, barely looking over her shoulder as she approached the bathroom door. "Just go back to sleep I'll be back in ten minutes."
She started the water up quickly, keeping the hot temperatures to a minimum.
