Prompt: t-shirt
Word Count: 249
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy created them. I just like playing with the moulds.
"Brooke!" A hand is clamped over her mouth almost before she can get the word out.
"Be quiet!"
"What are you doing?" Brooke shifts a little on top of Sam, adjusting her position so her hands are on either side of the brunette's head.
"I thought we should have a sleep over."
"I thought we agreed that was too risky." Brooke grins impishly. Sam sounds panicked and for some reason that makes her want to do it even more.
"You don't like being bad?" Brooke pouts, pulling the covers back and running her hand down over Sam's chest. "I know you..." Brooke frowns slightly, then grins so wide it lights up the room "Are you wearing my t-shirt?"
"What? No!" With an almighty yank that almost knocks Brooke from her straddling position, Sam pulls the covers almost up to her nose. Brooke can't contain her laughter, fighting with the reporter for position of the quilt. Amused determination win out over embarrassment and Brooke manages to get the covers behind her and straddles Sam's gloriously bare thighs.
"Yeah, i'm pretty sure this is my shirt." Sam attempts a glare but fails.
"I miss you when i'm alone." Even though Brooke is sure Sam's big brown eyes are working their magic, she doesn't care. She'll let them because Sam is so cute it almost sends butterflies exploding out through her ears.
"You're so damn cute, McPherson." And to stop the protest she's sure is coming, Brooke presses her lips against Sam's.