Peyton watched Brooke cross the room, stepping up and swinging one shapely leg over the blonde's lap.
"Well, well, B. Davis." She said, her slender fingers curling around Brooke's waist. She smiled up at the brunette. "What's the occasion?" Brooke smirked, pushing Peyton back into the couch with a playful aggressiveness.
"I wanted a reminder of how Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer tastes." The brunette said coolly. She leaned down, capturing Peyton's lips in an immediately deep and lusty kiss. The blonde beneath her moaned softly on contact, her fingers tightening around Brooke, and she tried to pull her closer. The brunette complied, rocking her hips forward and suggestively shifting her weight. Their lips remained locked for minutes, re-exploring with tongues and teeth to satisfy the long-standing curiosity from short-term memory loss.
Brooke smiled again, breaking away from Peyton just long enough to come back down hungrily on the blonde's neck. "Still perfect." She mumbled into Peyton's skin. The blonde let out another moan, one hand rising to press into the back of Brooke's neck, only to have the sound echoed by the industrial click of their front door unlocking. Peyton reacted first, sinking quickly into the couch away from Brooke, and then the brunette backed away, still straddling her secret girlfriend. The both of them looked towards the door.
"Sam…" Brooke started, knowing there was no way to make this look good to her daughter. She quickly climbed off of Peyton, brushing her self down. Peyton on the other hand couldn't get herself to move. "This, umm…"
"When I said earlier I was gonna excuse myself from your weird Brooke-Peyton lesbian hug time, I was kidding." Sam said, shuddering violently as she turned to go back outside. There was no way she was going to sleep here tonight, or even at all… Not after that image was burned into the backs of her eyes.
"Sam! Wait!" Brooke went for the door, reaching out and grabbing her daughter's wrist. "Where are you going?" The brunette girl couldn't look Brooke in the eye, but she did pause on the doorstep.
"Back out." She said flatly. "I don't really need to see that twice-"
"You won't sweetheart. I promise." Brooke said, running her fingers through her mused hair. Peyton was suddenly behind her then, and Sam sniffed the air when she felt the new presence.
"Are you drunk?" She asked, finally turning to look Brooke in the eye. The brunette mother's eyes flew open.
"What? No!" She said, trying to ignore the slight wine buzz coursing through her veins.
"So you're completely sober?" Sam asked.
"Yes." Brooke lied.
"So this is an uninhibited decision..?" Brooke bit her lip then. Glancing back at Peyton.
"Why don't we talk about this inside, okay?" The brunette suggested, tugging gently on Sam's arm. The young teen resisted, looking both Brooke and Peyton in the face.
"I'll come in on one condition." She said. "You have to promise not to screw each other when I'm asleep or any other time I'm in the house-"
"Done." Brooke and Peyton said in unison. Brooke looks back at Peyton, surprised by their being in sync. Her attention was drawn back to Sam when the girl broke her wrist free, pushing past the two women and into the house.
"Great…." She mumbled. Sam headed back to her bedroom, calling to the two women in the front doorway over her shoulder. "Let me drop my stuff down and then we can have the infinitely awkward conversation of why I have two moms now."
