"Okay, Brooke, listen," Peyton started, unable to look away from the brunette across the room. Her eyes were stuck on her every move, her every curve and feature and when she turned and walked towards her she felt her heart flip and pause for a few beats before starting up again. Brooke sat down, her eyes holding a graceful lust without effort. "I know that this is going to sound ridiculous and I don't usually say things to you like this but you drive me crazy." Brooke's face changed immediately to something somewhat surprised and offended, masked by confusion. She parted her lips, about to ask questions. Peyton's eyes darted right to them, her attention and focus on what she had wanted to say shot down for a brief moment. "Every time I'm around you I can think of nothing but you and it's killing me." Brooke smiled.

"Yeah…?" She cocked her head to the side, her hair falling away from her neck and exposing the skin there.
"And it's only when I'm around you or when I think about you or when you call me or when I see you or when all of us are out partying together. It's like you have a direct line…" Peyton trailed off, lost in Brooke's seductive talent again. The brunette had a devilish look in her eyes, impossible to be confused for anything good and innocent. "God… I want sex all the time and it's your fault," Peyton said finally. Brooke's grin widened, her eyes darkening. "And I want it everywhere, you know? In the shower, in the car, at a park, in a store, at work, here on the bed, in the kitchen, in the living room-"
"Peyton Sawyer!" Brooke interrupted, the smile on her face glowing. There was mischief in her eyes. "You're starting to sound like me… It's kinda scary."
"Sorry… But it's really driving me-"
"Oh, no. Don't be sorry." Brooke leaned forward, tucking hair behind Peyton's hair and drawing the blonde in close. "It's kinda hot, too." She pressed her lips to Peyton's, gently and skillfully, before deepening the kiss and drawing out its intensity. She sat up, getting Peyton to back up against the headboard. "You wanna go to the park, we'll go to the park," she said, slipping her tongue between Peyton's lips. The blonde's hands gripped her waist, forcing her on top. "And then we can get back in the car, and then drive a store and go to your office in Tric…" Peyton undid the buttons of Brooke blouse cunningly, never breaking the kiss. Brooke's hands came up to the sides of Peyton's face, demanding more contact. "Then we can come back home and… the kitchen and… the leather couch… and… then the…" Brooke arched her back and leaned her head back, letting Peyton work her jaw line and neck. "Baby…" One hand came up to the back of Peyton's head, while the other reached behind her and flicked the clasp of her bra open. She slipped it off, discarding an item of Peyton's clothes as well. "Then there's the… the, um… Shower…"
"Shut up," Peyton said playfully, bringing the kiss back up to Brooke's lips. The brunette worked the button of Peyton's jeans instead of talking then, a smile on her face.
"I would love to see more of this Peyton," she breathed, the blonde's lips at her chest.
"Trust me…" Peyton started. "You will."