Prompt: laundry day
Word Count: 267
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy created them. I just like playing with the moulds.
Sam watched from beneath hooded lids as Brooke undid her jeans button with her teeth. The things that girl could do with her mouth never ceased to amaze her. Hazel eyes bore intently into brown, never blinking, never looking away.
"What do you want, Sammie?" The sound of her voice, husky and thick with desire, sent tendrils of hot pleasure and anticipation right to her core. Brooke's fingers brushed against the fabric covering her lower abdomen, stealing the brunette's breath, as she slid Sam's jeans down and off in one swift motion.
And then Brooke went still, staring down at Sam's lower half. And Sam's eyes widened and her cheeks flared as she realised just what her girlfriend was looking at. She sat bolt upright and made a grab for her jeans lying next to Brooke, but the blonde just laughed and pushed Sam back down onto the bed.
"Oh Sammie…" Brooke drawled, her voice still husky as she moved to straddle Sam's now bare legs. The brunette shuddered at the contact, but still used her hands to try and cover herself. "These are just…" Brooke batted her hands away and hooked a finger through the right leg hole of Sam's underwear. The giant, nondescript, beige pair she was wearing. "Fabulous." If possible, Sam's blush deepened, and she threw her arms over her face.
"It's laundry day!" She complained, cursing her inability to operate a washing machine more than once a week. "These were the only pair I had left…"
"Oh I'm not complaining." Brooke reassures her with a chuckle. "You can totally make granny panties hot."