Title: "Jealous much?"
Prompt: weakness
Word Count: 344
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy created them. I just like playing with the moulds.
A/N: True story. Kinda. And what a surprise, this one got away from me again.
"Fish stick sandwiches." Brooke's hand froze mid-lift as she brought the water bottle to her mouth.
"What?" She asked, lips pull down in a disgusted grimace. "That can't be your weakness! That isn't even… that's not food! A weakness has to be something real, not something some crackpot journalist concocted in her mad scientist basement." Sam shrugged and turned the page of her text book, kicking her feet in the air as she lay sprawled on her bed and Brooke regarded her from the chair across the room.
"You asked."
"That's disgusting." The universal noise of revulsion left Brooke's throat and Sam's lips stretched into secretive, knowing smile as she continued to stare down at her book.
"You're just jealous." She could practically feel the wind Brooke was creating with her rapid blinking blow her hair back.
"I am not. Jealous of what?" She asked, flustered. Sam lifted her eyes and dropped the lids, looking at Brooke through her lashes.
"I think you were expecting a different answer." Sam snapped the textbook closed and rolled off the bed.
"I think you're insane." With the right side of her mouth lifting in a smirk, she walked to where Brooke, now thoroughly engrossed in her own book, sat.
"I think…" Tongue planted in her cheek, Sam reached out and took the book from Brooke's hands, dropped it heavily to the floor and used her left hand to uncross the blonde's legs. "You're really sexy when you're jealous." With the grace of a cat, Sam slowly straddled Brooke and slid her fingers into golden tresses. She watched the cheerleader's heartbeat thunder against her neck and bent to kiss it, a thrill running through her at Brooke's gasp. Sam heard fingernails grip the arm of the chair as she licked her way to Brooke's ear and whispered into it. "And that you're my biggest weakness of all." The body beneath hers arced as Sam's hand slid under flimsy cotton material and met flushed warm skin.
"That's better." Brooke breathed, and then was silence by Sam's still smiling lips.