Prompt: hotness
Word Count: 279
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy created them. I just like playing with the moulds.
Hotness, Brooke was sure, had many interpretations. Some people thought knee-high boots were hot, others that lip rings are sexy. Some people also get off on sucking on toes. Brooke isn't so sure about that one. What she is sure of though, is her own definition of hotness. She clocks in at about 5' 6", has shoulder-length dark hair, newly cut over the Summer, a killer smile and an oral fixation that raises the temperature to what feels like a nice even one hundred degrees whenever Brooke witnesses that tongue do something that sends her mind racing full speed to places it definitely shouldn't be going in the middle of chemistry class.
It makes her want to shove Sam into a janitor's closet and do unspeakable things to her in the dark. It makes her want to pin the reporter to the nearest wall and act out her desires in full view of the student body. It makes her want to make sure that tongue is put to good use.
Sam knows this. And still, there she sits in all her hotness, glancing at Brooke from the corner of her eye... practically giving the pen she holds in her left hand a blow job. Well aware of what it's doing to her lab partner. It drives Brooke crazy, but she says nothing and just enjoys the view and what it does to her.
Because later, once they're tucked away in the privacy of her room, or Sam's room, or the bathroom, or their parents room when they aren't home... all the pent up sexual frustration of the day will be released, and it will have been totally worth it.