a/n: See, my problem with writing a one-shot is that after a few good reviews I'll end up writing another and as I've said before I suck when it comes to keeping up with writing a multi-chapter fic. I really envy those writers who can sit down and plot out a story from start to finish, me, I just type whatever pops into my head at any given moment. So here's another little diddy I'm writing to kill time before I can pickup my paycheck because my job is too cheap to give us direct deposit, enjoy!
Fallen
Disclaimer: I don't own it…
"It's gotta be the dimples" Mouth muses as he sits at the hardwood table in the library across from Rachel and Brooke. The pair are suppose to be finishing up the take home quiz for Calculus but are trying their level best to inconspicuously brush up against one another. This has been going on for five and a half weeks now. Haley thinks it's because Brooke misses Peyton but Mouth knows that these days the bi-polar blond is the last thing on Davis' mind and you can add that other scruffy, brooding blond to the pot as well.
No, somewhere in between the petty bickering and challenges to one-up the other Rachel Gattina and Brooke Davis have fallen for each other. It's pretty much an open secret and Mouth is more than surprised that none of their friends have picked up on it yet, then again they tend to be a bit on the self-absorbed side. Lucas has been telling anyone who would listen how much he loves Brooke, but hasn't lifted a finger to actually do anything about it. Maybe if he would stop flexing his muscles, rescuing Peyton from whatever idiotic spot of danger she's put herself in this week he'd realize that the B Davis train left the station eons ago. Brooke's got a new love, one that doesn't sit in silent judgment of her, trying to mold her into what they envision she should be.
So Mouth sits quietly, pretending that he's not watching Rachel scribble, 'Wanna go make out in the stacks?' onto Brooke's worksheet. He nods as Brooke stands, stating that she needs to get a book to help finish her work and two seconds later Rachel follows with the lame excuse that the cheer captain is such a airhead that she can't decipher the Dewy Decimal System by herself. She's practically jumping over the table to seek out a secluded corner so she can be alone with her lover.
After a while Mouth goes in search of the girls expecting to interrupt a hot and steamy tonsil-fest and is momentarily surprised to find them sitting on the floor between the bookcases in the foreign language section, legs intertwined, arms wrapped around each other. Rachel is smiling as she softly nuzzles Brooke's face, her fingers tracing the outline of Brooke's deep dimples. The air around them is intensely charged with an emotion Mouth can't even begin to describe.
Their gentle movements and tender caresses are hypnotic and Mouth finds himself enthralled by their vulnerable expressions. Rachel lifts Brooke's hand, kissing the inside of her palm before placing the hand on her chest, pressing firmly so the brunette can feel her erratic heartbeat. No words are spoken, quite frankly there doesn't need to be because Brooke gets the implication loud and clear. 'You have my heart' Rachel's mocha colored eyes communicate to Brooke's greenish/hazel misty orbs. Brooke takes a shaky breath and smiles, dimples concaved in her flushed cheeks, she takes the redheads hand and mirrors her actions, laughing as Rachel lets out a sigh of relief.
Thinking that he has intruded upon that monumentally private moment enough, Mouth turns to head back to their table of forgotten homework just as the pair move closer to seal their vow with a kiss. Settling back into the uncomfortable rickety chair Mouth mulls over what is it exactly about the brunette that simply captivates anyone within her orbit, "It's gotta be the dimples."