She felt the heat of the blonde's touch through the thin, yet tough, fabric of her corset, smiling devilishly.

"Where did you get this thing from?" Peyton murmured, her hands gliding across the silk of the garment, pressing curiously against the steel boning beneath. She pulled Brooke closer.

"I got this one from Ebay," Brooke said coolly, the only person in the world able to make the website actually sound sexy. Her hand went to the side of Peyton's face, her manicured fingers gently tracing the contours of the blonde's jaw line. Peyton smiled, leaning down slightly, and captured Brooke's lips in a kiss. Her slender fingers curled around the brunette's dramatically synched-in waist, pulling her even closer.

"It's gorgeous," she mumbled, roaming to Brooke's neck. The brunette's hand, still light on Peyton's face, guided the blonde to her clavicle and allowed her to press kisses into the swell of her breast just above the tight bodice. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parted, and her fingers sank into Peyton's curls.

"Peyton…" she whispered, feeling the blonde draw away. Peyton, her hands both at the small of Brooke's back and at the back of her neck, looked down into a dark hazel gaze of lust. Brooke stared back, feeling almost helpless in Peyton's arms, desire burning in her heart and between her thighs. "I need you," she continued. And then, in a flash, their lips crashed together again, Peyton's fingers working diligently on the satin bow that bound the back of Brooke's corset shut.

"Let's go," she said.