Author's Notes: Thank you so much to all the reviews and everyone putting this story on their Story Alerts! I appreciate it so much. I would thank each of you individually, but I have two papers to write and I just wanted to get something out to you before I get lost. I think I will probably update every other day or every two days. I have a bunch of this already written. Comments are love! -Jess

Chapter II

Peyton was almost done getting ready as she heard the rest of the girls running through the house, trying to finish last minute touches to it. She looked in the mirror and smiled. She looked hot. She usually hated these parties. It was a lame excuse for drunken frat boys to dance too close and touch a little too much. But tonight, Peyton didn't care. Brooke was going to be here.

Peyton knew it was going to be fine because everyone would be too drunk to remember or too drunk too care. She looked over herself once more in the mirror and exited the room, eager for everyone to start arriving. She began to walk around the house, making sure everything was in place. She noticed Bevin standing next to the bar, setting up all the different liquor bottles.

Peyton walked over to Bevin and tapped her shoulder. The younger blonde jumped at the unexpected contact, almost sending some of the bottles crashing to the floor.

"Jesus, Peyton, you scared the hell out of me." When Peyton didn't say anything, Bevin became slight nervous. "Look, it's okay. We are allowed to have this alcohol. And if anything happens, all the girls will swear you have nothing to do with it."

Peyton started laughing. She could care less about the alcohol. "Bev, it's okay. I just wanted to tell you the house looks great." She paused and then eyed all the liquor in front of her. "Do you think maybe you could fix me a drink before everyone gets here?"

Bevin couldn't believe their president had not only complimented her work on a party, but was also asking for a drink. Bevin was practically beaming from ear to ear. She had never seen Peyton act so…normal. Bevin quickly mixed one of her favorite drinks, making sure it was just right. She picked up an umbrella and placed it into the cup, smiling widely as she handed it to Peyton.

Peyton sipped the drink in front of Bevin, hoping to make the younger girl feel more at ease around her. As the soft burn of the alcohol made a path down to her stomach, she smirked. The drink was quite good. Peyton took another eager sip as her eyes began to light up.

"It's really good, Bev." She hugged the blonde and walked away, sipping as she made her way through the house.

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Brooke nodded her head along to the song she had playing on her car stereo. She was so excited that she was going to get to be at the same party as Peyton. They wouldn't be at the party together, but that didn't matter. She had dreams of going to the sorority parties and making out with Peyton, like she used to do with her ex boyfriends in high school.

She smiled and turned her music down when she turned onto the campus. The last thing she wanted was for the campus police to stop her. Brooke checked and made sure she had her cell phone on, it was her mother's one condition on going to the party, and then paid attention to where she was driving. She drummed her hands against the steering wheel, too hyper to just sit still and drive. Her mother had almost said no to the party, but she managed to say three of her mother's favorite words. Kappa Kappa Gamma party.

Brooke easily made her way to the house, and parked where she usually parked, out of the way so that no one would see her car. She wasn't worried about anyone seeing her tonight, but old habits die hard. Brooke tossed her cell into the purse she had picked to match the pumps she had on, and then got out of her car to lock it up.

No sooner had she locked the door and started to head inside, her phone rang. "No." Brooke stamped her foot on the ground and rummaged through her purse. "I finally get to go to one of girlfriend's parties, and someone stops me at the freaking door!" Brooke sighed and flipped her phone open when she saw that it was her mother. "Hey, mom!"

Brooke walked around to the front of the house, but didn't go near the door. She didn't want anyone to hear that she was on the phone with her mother. "Yeah, of course, mom. I'm not going to drink; you already said all this before I left." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. It had been so much easier for her to go out in high school. Before she had started college, her mother had only focused on her grades, and not her social life as much.

"I know, I know! I'm not going to embarrass myself in front of the members." Brooke glanced over at the door to the house and tried to keep her mouth shut. All she could think about was that Peyton was inside; the blonde was actually waiting on her. "Mom! Please… mom I have to go, I have to go talk to the president of the… yeah. Yeah, I met her earlier..." Brooke inwardly groaned when she realized she had made a mistake.

"Mom, look if I am late in meeting her, it's going to look badly on me. I have to go now, and I promise to be good. I'll be home later." She sighed and before her mother could ramble on more, she shut her phone and tucked it into her tiny purse. She sighed and ran her hands through her hair. Brooke had spent extra time on her hair, especially for Peyton.

Brooke opened the front door and was instantly met by a sea of people reeking of booze. She laughed and shook her head, not really caring about anyone but a blonde with curly hair. She began her journey through the crowd, trying her best to not let any beer spill on her new shoes. She knew exactly how those frat boys got when they were drunk.

Brooke was still making her way through the crowd when she finally spotted some blonde. She smirked and worked her way towards it. She stopped and let out a shaky breath. Even after months of dating, Peyton still made her nervous. Brooke stretched out her hand and tapped the blonde girl. She smiled when Peyton turned around, drink in hand.

Peyton was surprised to feel someone's hand on her, but that immediately diminished when she saw whom the hand belonged to. Peyton let out a tiny scream and flung herself in Brooke's arms. She buried her head in Brooke's neck, inhaling. She loved how Brooke smelled when she got all dressed up. Brooke always put on Peyton's favorite perfume.

Brooke laughed as she felt Peyton take in her scent. The group Peyton had been talking to didn't even notice. They were already engaged in another conversation, not caring that their president was almost groping a sexy brunette. Brooke let her fingers dig into the soft flesh of Peyton's hips when the blonde didn't move.

"Peyt, what are you doing?"

Peyton pulled back and just smiled. She only had a drink and half and she was feeling fine. She was in control of her actions. But when she saw Brooke, she wanted to do nothing more than hug her and hold her tight. Peyton looked up at Brooke with all the innocence of a five year old and shrugged.

"I'm just really happy to see you. You make me happy. And I wanted to hug you. So I did."

Brooke grinned; she had not expected that kind of answer from her girlfriend. She loved that Peyton was so happy to see her. She took a moment to look over the blonde's attire. Peyton was dressed in tight jeans and a tight top that showed a bit of the blonde's stomach. She was gong to have to come to all of the house's parties if she was going to get to see Peyton look so hot.

"You look great, Peyt."

"Your hair is so pretty tonight."

Peyton touched Brooke's hair and twirled a lock of it around her finger. She loved running her fingers through Brooke's long hair, and she wasn't going to stop herself when Brooke's hair looked so irresistible. She leaned in and whispered so that only the brunette would be able to hear.

"Your hair looks so hot, baby. It makes your face look so..."

Brooke blinked a few times, trying to ignore how Peyton's warm breath tickled against her neck. She lost herself for a moment while thinking about that afternoon, but quickly got her thoughts back in order. She pulled away from Peyton and smiled brightly. She wasn't sure what the blonde had been about to say, but she couldn't have Peyton so close to her after thinking about their alone time together.

"Thank you."

"Woooo! Brooke! Brooke in the house!"

Bevin had decided to bring Peyton another drink, since the president seemed to like them so much. Plus, she thought it might give the new girl standing with Peyton a better impression, since Peyton was much more relaxed with a few drinks in her. She got jostled by a drunken frat guy behind her, but handed Peyton the drink she had brought.

"Thank you!"

Peyton took the drink, and was about to take a sip, when she thought better of it.

"Brooke, do you want a taste? It's good. Tell her how good it is Bevin."

"It's good. You want one?"

Brooke shook her head no. She wanted Bevin to leave, this was supposed to be her time with Peyton. "Actually, you know what? I would love a drink. Could you go get it? We'll be right here."

Bevin nodded. She could care less what anyone asked to do at that point in time. Brooke seemed like a nice girl and Peyton seemed to like her. If their president was happy and relaxed, she would do a back flip for Brooke.

Brooke sighed and grabbed Peyton's hand, intertwining their fingers. Peyton looked up at her, smiling. She winked. Brooke laughed and leaned forward, trying to talk to her girlfriend over the volume of the party surrounding them.

"Let's go somewhere else."

Peyton just nodded. She didn't care what Brooke was saying. Her hair looked so good and shiny in the light. She wanted to just put down her drink and run her hands through it as she kissed Brooke silly. But, the drink was too good and there were too many people around. So instead, she held on tightly to Brooke's hand as she directed them through the crowd.

Brooke knew all the secret spots in the house, but she didn't want to draw any attention to them. Peyton was the president of the sorority and all the other girls were always looking out for her, making she use was having a good time. Brooke didn't want them to worry, so she weaved in and out of the crowd, making sure to not let Peyton waver behind.

They finally reached a less crowded room. The music could still be felt thumping around them, but other then that, the noise level was bearable. Peyton stopped walking when she bumped into Brooke. She sipped her drink and looked at Brooke again. She laughed and thought how pretty her girlfriend was. She wasn't completely drunk, but she was beginning to not care who saw if she decided to kiss the most beautiful girl in the house.

Brooke could feel Peyton's eyes on her. They were still holding hands and she focused her attention on Peyton's warm hands. Brooke didn't want to look into Peyton's eyes because it would bring her back to this afternoon again. She finally made eye contact with Peyton over the rim of her red Solo cup. Peyton's eyes were burning dark and she seemed to have a glint of something naughty behind them.

Brooke sighed and moved a little bit into the crowd again, but not deep enough to where she was uncomfortable. She was still holding Peyton's hand. The people around them could care less about anything other then the alcohol.

Peyton squeezed Brooke's hand as she finished the rest of her third drink. She licked her lips and dropped the cup to the ground, not really carrying that she would probably be the one to pick it up later.

"You never got your drink."

Brooke smiled weakly. She wasn't going to be able to be the responsible one if Peyton was looking at her like that. "Nope, I didn't really want it."

"Want to taste it?"

Peyton was about to lean up and kiss Brooke, when Brooke took a step back.

"How about later?"

Brooke wanted to kiss Peyton, but she was fairly certain that the blonde was still sober enough to remember that she hadn't tried harder. She took Peyton's other hand in her own, and tugged on the blonde's arms.

Peyton laughed and squeezed Brooke's hands. Holding hands with Brooke wasn't exactly what she had meant. She leaned in closer to Brooke, close enough where Brooke could feel the warmth from her body. It wasn't close enough however, that their bodies were touching.

"Are you sure?"

Brooke tightened her grip on Peyton's arms and wondered if a dance was out of the question. They were already close enough… She looked around the room; no one was paying attention to them. She decided to go for it, Peyton could always say no.

"We can get the drink later. How about,"

Peyton stepped closer, letting her body come into contact with Brooke's. She knew she should care about how close she was standing to Brooke, but she didn't at the moment.

Brooke took a deep breath, which was a mistake on her part. She should have known better when Peyton was standing right next to her.

"Dance?"

"What?"

Peyton didn't get what Brooke was talking about at first. She glanced around the room as she thought over the offer in her head. There were other people dancing, so they wouldn't look too out of place. She still wasn't sure that it was a good idea though. Peyton knew that once she started dancing with Brooke, that she would want to stay in the brunette's arms. And that would lead to more than dancing.

"Hmm, no?"

Brooke laughed and put more space in between them. She hated to create the distance, but she didn't want to be that close to Peyton and have to hold still. If they were dancing, at least she could play off her touching Peyton as part of a move, or a slip of her hands. She smiled at Peyton as she pictured them dancing in the middle of the party. Of course in her head, no one cared if she and the blonde were together, so the dance included lots of kissing.

"Are you sure?"

Peyton let go of Brooke's hands. She wasn't sure at all, so she didn't answer the question.

"What's taking Bevin so long? She should have made the drink by now."

"Peyton," Brooke grabbed onto Peyton's hands again, not liking the lack of warmth she was now feeling. Peyton was still turned around, almost frantically searching the crowd for Bevin. She didn't turn towards Brooke, until Brooke tugged her arms. "Bevin probably already drank the drink."

Peyton looked confused. "But it was for you."

Brooke laughed under her breath. "Yeah, I know. But I moved us so she couldn't find us. I wanted to spend time with you, uninterrupted."

Peyton almost wanted to frown at the words, but she couldn't. Her girlfriend just wanted to spend time with her. Peyton knew how hard that was, especially at a public event put on by her sorority. She was starting to feel a little bit better as the third drink began to hit her full force. She took a step towards Brooke, trying her best to flirt.

"But you just spent the entire afternoon with me…"

Brooke swallowed down the lump beginning to form in the back of her throat. Peyton was starting to not care who was around and Brooke never really cared. They were beginning to tread on dangerous ground.

"I know, but you look so hot. I think I'll come to every Kappa Kappa Gamma event if you dress like that."

Peyton couldn't help the dumb founded grin plastered on her face. The alcohol and Brooke's words were making her feel on top of the world. "Well, considering you are going to be a member soon, you'll be forced to come."

Brooke smiled. Sororities were not her favorite things, but if it got her out of her parents' house and in the same house as Peyton, they could quickly become her thing. "But rush hasn't even begun yet."

Peyton took another step closer to Brooke, running one hand up and down her bare arm. "See, that's just one of the perks you get for sleeping with the president of the Kappa Kappa Gammas. I have to let you in. It's mandatory."

Brooke didn't back up as Peyton's body hovered closer and closer to her. "Mandatory, huh? How do you figure that?"

"The sorority runs the best when the president is happy. And you living in the same house as me, makes me very happy and satisfied. And if I am happy and satisfied, then all the Kappa Kappa Gammas are happy and satisfied."

"You know what I think…"

Before Brooke could finish her sentence, Peyton's lips were on hers. Peyton wrapped her arms around the taller girl's neck, making her dip down. Before Brooke could relax into the kiss, Peyton let go of her and backed away slightly.

"Entirely too much talking?" Peyton finished for Brooke. For being drunk, she was having no problem seducing Brooke.

"Exactly." Brooke took a step forward and pulled Peyton back to her. She ducked her head and talked softly. "If we leave now, I promise I'll get started right now on making the president happy."

Peyton pushed Brooke back a few steps, never once losing contact with her girlfriend. She kissed Brooke again, but this time she didn't pull away.

Brooke wrapped her arms around Peyton, holding onto the blonde so that she didn't fall over. She didn't want the kiss to end because of Peyton's intoxication. She giggled into Peyton's mouth when the blonde pushed her back again. She liked how open Peyton was when the blonde had a few drinks.

"Brooke!"

Peyton pouted when Brooke pulled away, but she didn't have time to voice more of her disapproval because the brunette pushed her against the wall. She looked at Brooke questioningly, not getting what Brooke was going to do.

"Be quiet." Brooke reminded Peyton, though she thought it was entirely pointless at this time. If Peyton was tipsy, then most likely so was everyone else. She covered Peyton's body with her own, and moved her hands to either side of the blonde's face before reconnecting their lips.

Peyton moaned happily when she felt Brooke's lips on her own again. Any worries of what if's were forgotten as she tried to adjust to having Brooke all over her. She brought her hands up Brooke's back, and held onto the brunette.

"No sounds."

Brooke stared at Peyton until the blonde nodded. She pecked Peyton's lips a few times, to make up for the brusque words. She wanted to run her hands over Peyton's body, to slide her hand down the blonde's shirt until she found that patch of skin that wasn't covered by the shirt, and then slip her hand under the soft material.

Peyton happily surrendered herself to Brooke's pressing kisses, and moved her hand up to curl tightly in Brooke's luxurious hair. She had been thinking about them all night before the party, and now she was getting what she wanted. Unfortunately their small reprieve from the rest of the party was interrupted when someone ran into them.

Brooke was stunned silent. She was still thinking about Peyton's touch, and the way that the blonde had felt pressed against, too much so that she didn't say anything when the obviously drunk guy mumbled an 'I'm sorry'.

"Hey! Don't walk away!"

Peyton was angry, she hated for her time with Brooke to get interrupted when they had so little time together. "Watch where you're going you jerk!"

The drunken frat boy stopped walking and turned around, blinking repeatedly as if he was trying to focus on the sight in front of him. "Look, I said I was sorry." He was almost slurring his words, as he tried to stand up straight.

Peyton pushed herself from Brooke. She was drunk and felt like she could pick a fight with anyone, even a man twice her size. "You have no idea what you are doing. You can't just walk into a party and bump into random people. You could be interrupting something really important. You could ruin someone's shoes…" Peyton was still rambling on was the drunken man stumbled off, trying to get away from the yelling.

Brooke took a step behind Peyton and pulled her into a warm embrace. Peyton was still talking a mile a minute and her face was turning bright red from anger. Brooke pressed her lips to Peyton's temple, kissing it repeatedly. Peyton finally calmed down as Brooke whispered sweet words into her ear.

Peyton turned her body so she was buried in Brooke's neck. She placed sloppy kisses to the skin she found. Brooke rubbed her back softly as Peyton started to calm down. Brooke moved until Peyton was once again pressed against the wall. Peyton leaned her head against the wall as she focused on Brooke's lips.

"I'm sorry. I just get mad whenever anyone interrupts what little time we have. And I know you like your shoes."

Brooke didn't say anything. She just smiled. "It's okay."

"Stupid boys. He is one of the reasons I am gay. Well, not him particularly, but boys in general. They have no consideration."

Brooke began placing soft kisses to Peyton's jaw line, leading up to her ear. "It was kinda hot how you talked to him."

Peyton felt her eyes fluttering shut as Brooke spoke and breathed all over her sensitive neck. "Was it?"

"Yeah, it reminded me of how dominating you got in the bedroom today."

Peyton didn't even let her mind wander very far because instead of dreaming, Brooke was right in front of her and she didn't want to waste anymore time. She pressed her lips into Brooke's. Her hips arched off the wall, pressing her body even closer to Brooke's.

Brooke held onto Peyton's hips, not letting the blonde pull away. After the torture of waiting hours for the party and the way that Peyton had so drunkenly come on to her, Brooke thought she had denied herself enough for one night. She moved one of her hands up Peyton's side and brushed her fingers across the skin not covered by the blonde's shirt.

Peyton held onto Brooke's arms, craving all the contact that the brunette would give her. It was when she felt Brooke's hand slide across her stomach, causing her muscles to tighten up at the warm hand, that she knew they had to leave. She kissed Brooke harder, bruising their lips together before she pulled away with a few nips to Brooke's bottom lip. "Let's go."

Brooke moaned softly. She didn't know if it was because Peyton was letting go of her, or if it was because she had wanted to leave the party ever since she figured out that Peyton was going to very agreeable because of the alcohol.

"Where?" She silently hoped that Peyton wasn't going to make her drive across campus to her friend's dorm.

Bevin carefully held onto the drink she had made Brooke. The first one had spilled, the second she drank; this one was going to be delivered… She did not want to piss Peyton off by forgetting, but each time she had remembered what she was supposed to be doing, and had found the two women, they were always out of the room when she returned with the drink.

Peyton pushed Brooke away, because the brunette wasn't moving fast enough for her, and then grabbed her girlfriend's hand.

"I believe you know the way to my room." She laughed when Brooke's face lit up.

Brooke was about to drag Peyton away from all of the party goers, but the blonde beat her to it. Not only did Peyton practically make her run out of the room, the blonde kept touching her arm and her side. "You can at least wait until we get to your room!"

Peyton smirked, but she didn't stop touching Brooke. Now that she knew that there was nothing stopping them from spending the rest of the night together, she was happy to be as touchy feely as she wanted. She slapped Brooke's butt as they headed up the stairs. "Move that cute ass up the stairs faster woman."

Bevin ran into the room she had seen Brooke and Peyton in a few minutes ago, not caring that the drink had sloshed over a couple of times in her haste. She scanned the room and sighed when she realized that Peyton and Brooke weren't in the room anymore. "What is

with those two always leaving the room?" Bevin pondered before she sipped the drink.