Peyton heard a knock on the outside of her doorframe and she turned lazily over, staring uninterested at the empty door way. Then, a graceful hand and wrist came into view, twisting in sensual patterns meant for playful temptation, asking permission to enter.
"Come in, Brooke." Peyton said, shifting over so she was lying on her other side. She watched the brunette walk in.
"Hey, P. Sawyer…" Brooke started. She hesitated at the side of the blonde's bed, her thighs resting on it's edge, and her face fell. "What's goin' on, babe?" Peyton sighed, looking down, looking away. Her finger nails were suddenly quite interesting, and she went right to grooming them. Brooke sat on the edge of the bed. "Talk to me," she said. Peyton couldn't resist looking over at the brunette then, her request like an internal calling she couldn't ignore. She sighed.
"I don't really feel like going shopping today," she said. Brooke tilted her head to the side, considering it.
"Okay," she said gently, "We could go-"
"I don't really feel like going out, actually." Peyton met Brooke's eyes with a look tainted with sadness. The heaviness in her heart was beyond readable. She was quite for a minute, breaking her eye contact with Brooke briefly, before finally speaking again. "Will you just lay here with me?" she asked, the pillows around her head pushing her curls about her face, framing it beautifully. Her eyes shined. "Just lay with me. Just for a little bit," she said. Brooke watched her, trying to read those eyes that stared at her with such a forceful passion. Even in this restful state there was a sort of terror in them. Brooke smiled gently, shifting her weight and nodding.
"Okay," she said. And she lay down on her back, looking up at the ceiling. Peyton directed her gaze upwards too, a sudden comfort washing over her. She was glad Brooke had been won over so easily. Going out today would not have been good. Not like this. "I can hear you thinking," Brooke said, "but I don't understand what you're saying." She looked over at the blonde, waiting for those green eyes to look back. When they did, she smiled.
"I'm thinking about a lot of stuff at once," Peyton started. "That's probably why you don't understand it. It's all jumbled." The blonde paused, looking down for a second. "I can't really understand some of it myself… There's just a lot going on right now, you know?"
"Is there anything I can do?" Brooke asked, her brow furrowing. Her lips parted slightly, barely revealing her teeth. Peyton looked at her, startled when she took her face in, and she started to shake her head. She sighed.
"I don't think so… You're enough," she said. Peyton blinked slowly, looking back up at the ceiling. Her heart rate suddenly increased.
"Peyton…" Brooke started, and the blonde looked over in response to hearing her name. Slowly, she watched Brooke lean forward and she closed her eyes, letting the brunette touch her lips to her own. The kiss was short but slow, and when Peyton opened her eyes she felt slightly dizzy.
"…what was that?"
"I… I don't know." Brooke watched Peyton for a moment, reading the blonde. Peyton watched back under heavy-lidded eyes, her heart aching.
"Kiss me again," she said, turning on her side to face Brooke. She pressed her lips to the brunette's, harder this time. "Let's stay in today."