A/N: By popular demand I'm officially continuing this story. Thank you to my reviewers for the encouragement. You all get a virtual cookie ;)
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Rachel and Brooke do not belong to me. Unfortunately.
Rachel stood outside the gymnasium door looking in through the small window. She smiled as Brooke started running around yelling at different squad members to get the steps right.
Rachel had been purposefully late to practice today. Not that she would admit it, but she just wanted to watch Brooke.
Ever since they started their own strange version of something resembling a relationship, Brooke went from annoying whiny bitch Brooke, to Sexy Brooke right in front of her eyes. Everything she did was sexy to Rachel now. Her walk was sexy, her laugh was sexy, her angry face was sexy, her sneeze was sexy, and the way she freaking ate was sexy.
Damn, pesky feelings.
Rachel is not stupid. She had always known Brooke was attractive. But now it's like everything has zoom-in lens focused on everything Brooke did. She wasn't sure exactly what it was her and Brooke were doing. It was like a game they were playing. They'd be all over each other in private, but then they'd pretend they totally hate each other when other people were around.
It was weird. But Rachel was sure having a lot of fun with it. She'll play Brooke's little game. For now, anyway.
Game face on, Rachel threw open the gymnasium doors and zeroed in on Davis.
"NO! You guys are doing it all wrong! How many times do I have to go over this routine with you...?" Brooke trailed off as she heard the doors open and close. She looked over in that direction and froze.
In strode Rachel Gatina, as if in freaking slow motion. Brooke double checked around her to see if anyone else was moving in slow motion.
Nope. Seems only Rachel has the power to slow time itself so Brooke could take in everything as she walked in.
Rachel kept her eyes on Brooke's the whole time as she walked toward her.
Rachel's always confident strut seemed to have a little more hip movement, her well muscled legs looking extra smooth today. Her red hair looked to have extra bounce with every step, as the lights overhead made it shine. Her swagger oozed not only sexuality, but sensuality. Brooke half expected a flock of doves to fly out in the background.
Rachel smirked at Brooke's obvious ogling. Brooke shut her mouth which was previously hanging open.
This took place in about 3 seconds.
Then Brooke was on her. Though, not in the way either of them would have preferred.
"Gatina! You are half an hour late for practice!" Brooke yelled at her.
"Missed you too, Brooke." Rachel said sarcastically as she walked past her. Brooke scowled at her retreating back. She would never admit she had been waiting anxiously for the redhead to arrive. She quickly went after her.
"If you are late one more time, I'll have your ass for it!" Brooke yelled at Rachel again. Rachel chuckled.
"I'll make a point to be late more often, captain." Rachel winked at Brooke suggestively. Brooke scoffed.
"Slut."
"Whore."
"Bitch!"
"Skank!"
The two young women eyed each other in distaste while the rest of the squad watched awkwardly.
"Alright you two." Peyton broke in. "Let's try to keep the peace...for once."
Rachel and Brooke continued in a staring contest until Rachel smirked and walked to her spot in line. Brooke breathed a sigh of relief. If Rachel had continued staring at her with those bedroom eyes she would have jumped her in front of the whole damn cheer squad.
'Jeez, that girl makes me hot.' Rachel thought to herself.
"OK people, let's try this one more time." Brooke said to the group.
Sometime later...
"How many times do I have to tell you Gatina, my squad, my routine!" Brooke yelled at the frustrated redhead.
"Your so-called routine doesn't work! It would be better if you just listened to me one damn time!" Rachel yelled back.
The rest of the cheerleaders were lounging on the bleachers chatting casually, not really caring for the fight that has now become routine during practices.
"Why the heck do they fight so much?" Haley grumbled to Peyton, who was sitting next to her. "I mean, they've always hated each other. But there's something...different lately. I can't really put my finger on it." Haley mused as she watched Rachel and Brooke below now using exaggerated hand motions with their voices.
"I have a theory." Peyton piped up. Haley turned her gaze to her and raised an eyebrow.
"For the past couple of weeks, they've been doing the same fighting routine. When it gets heated up, Brooke would pull Rachel into a separate room far away and stay there for quite a while, claiming she's going to 'yell' at Rachel." Peyton said. Haley looked confused.
"Yeah, so?"
Peyton rolled her eyes as if Haley wasn't getting the point.
"Every time Brooke does that, I eventually follow. The doors are always locked, and Brooke always seems pissed that I'm there." Peyton raised her eyebrows, willing Haley to connect the dots. Haley still looked confused.
"Com'on Haley! Those two are totally doing it!" Peyton whispered. Haley's mouth fell open.
"No way, Brooke isn't...she'd never...you really think so?" Haley looked skeptical.
"I'm almost certain." Peyton replied. They continued watching the battle below, Brooke and Rachel in each other's faces, yelling and waving their hands angrily. Then Brooke grabbed Rachel above the elbow and started dragging her toward the exit.
"That's it Gatina! You and I need to talk! I'm going teach you a lesson about who's in charge around here!" Brooke said loudly dragging Rachel out of the room.
Peyton smiled at Haley.
"Ten bucks says their doing the deed." Peyton challenged Haley. Haley narrowed her eyes at the blonde.
"You're on!"
Brooke locked the classroom door securely behind her.
"You know, we never really think about what classroom we're trashing." Rachel said. Brooke turned to her.
"Nah, this was my old math teacher's classroom. He totally deserves to have it trashed." Brooke mused. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Nice to know our little escapades have evil alternate purposes." Rachel sent a teasing smile in Brooke's direction. Brooke smiled back.
"You know, as Captain, I really do have to punish you.." Brooke said in a low voice starting to advance on Rachel.
"Oh really? Have I caused you any problems?" Rachel played along. She took a teasing step back as Brooke took a step forward.
"Arguing with me. Showing up late. Getting me all hot and bothered. You need to be disciplined for these little breeches of etiquette." The back of Rachel's knees bumped into the teacher's desk. She placed her hands on the desk behind her and leaned back. Brooke stood directly in front of her and placed a hand on Rachel's hip, leaning in.
"Shall we discuss the terms of my punishment?" Rachel said in a hoarse voice close to Brooke's face. Brooke looked into Rachel's now dark eyes.
"How 'bout I show you?" Brooke reached behind Rachel and with a dramatic sweep, pushed all the objects of the desk aside where it landed on the floor. Brooke had a satisfied look on her face. Rachel looked slightly amused.
"I'm down with that." Rachel said curtly.
Brooke placed both of her hands on Rachel's hips and pushed her onto the desk so she was now in a seating position. Brooke stood in between Rachel's legs and wrapped her arms around the redhead's waist. Rachel wrapped her arms around Brooke's shoulders and pulled Brooke's head to hers.
Their kiss was hungry and full of longing. Rachel smiled into the kiss. She felt totally happy in Brooke's arms.
Brooke separated to pull Rachel's top over her head. Rachel lifted her arms to help and their mouths crashed together again. Brooke's hands wandered up and down the smooth skin of Rachel's back while Rachel raked her fingers through Brooke's hair and hiked up her knees over Brooke's hips.
Brooke moaned when she felt Rachel grind into her and nipped at the redheads wet lips. Her hand found its way to Rachel's well-muscled thigh, raking her nails lightly up and down while continuing to taste and devour Rachel's mouth.
Rachel further grounded her pelvis with Brooke's when Brooke started leaving a trail of wet kisses along her neck. She teasingly slid a bra strap off and nipped at the skin there, causing Rachel's eyes to flutter shut and gasp at the sensations. Brooke's hands, one on each thigh, slid under Rachel's skirt where she cupped her cheeks, pulling the redhead closer, encouraging the circular grinding movements she was already making.
Their lips mashed together again, tongues swirling. One of Brooke's hands finally made it behind Rachel to unhook her bra, releasing Rachel's breasts, where Brooke immediately warmed them with her mouth and tongue. Rachel instinctively wrapped her legs around the brunette's waist, one hand on the back of Brooke's head, the other making scratch marks under Brooke's top along her back.
Brooke swirled the nipple in her mouth with her tongue, then gently biting down making Rachel gasp and moan her name. She paid the same treatment to Rachel's other breast while kneading the other one with her hand.
Rachel pulls the brunettes head back to hers, kissing her desperately as if Brooke's mouth was air and she was drowning. Brooke pushed Rachel all the way down onto the desk, not once breaking contact with Rachel's demanding lips. She settles her body on top of the redhead, hooking one arm around her waist and the other clutching the leg that has wrapped itself around her hips.
Brooke tastes her way along Rachel's collarbone and in between the valley of Rachel's breasts, the skin already covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She pauses as she smiles into Rachel's skin, chuckling lightly. Rachel looks down at her, a question in her eyes. Brooke brings her face to hover over Rachel's.
"What's so funny?" Rachel asks in a hoarse whisper, looking up into Brooke's smiling face. She felt Brooke's hands pushing the fabric of her skirt up over her hips. Brooke lowers her head to run her tongue over Rachel's bottom lip.
"I'm gonna Brooke you up." Brooke whispers huskily against Rachel's lips. She kisses her deeply, hungrily plunging her tongue into Rachel's mouth. When they separate she looks down at her again. A smile was tugging at the corners of Rachel's mouth.
"Then what are you waiting for Brooke Davis?" she pants out, Brooke's hand feeling the inside of her thighs. "Brooke me up."
Pleased to find Rachel was not wearing any underwear, Brooke plunged three fingers into Rachel's aching hole without warning. She watched as Rachel threw her head back against the desk gasping as she arced her back into Brooke's body. Brooke slid her fingers out slowly, then plunged them back in deeply. Rachel's hips bucked, encouraging the brunette to quicken her pace, but Brooke kept up the teasing pace.
Rachel whimpered as Brooke's thumb circled her clit, and then rubbed it. Rachel buried her face in the crook of Brooke's neck.
"Enough teasing." Rachel managed to get out between her ragged breaths. Brooke smiled into Rachel's hair.
"You have to say it first." Brooke's fingers took another deep plunge, causing Rachel to growl at her.
"Fuck you."
Brook laughed at Rachel's resistance. "Maybe later, but only if you say what I want to hear."
Rachel groaned in annoyance before her lips brushed the shell of the brunette's ear. "Please fuck me, Brooke. Please."
Brooke needed no other encouragement as her fingers immediately quickened their pace in Rachel's slick heat.
"Oh god, Brooke" Rachel gasped, meeting every thrust of Brooke's fingers with her hips. Her arms clung to the brunette, digging her nails into her shoulders and her teeth into Brooke's neck.
Rachel's primal noises encouraged Brooke as she slid her fingers rapidly in and out of the redhead, thinking she might cum herself just by watching her partner.
"Brooke, oh my...yes! God, I'm gonna..."
pound, pound, pound The sound of the door pounding was unmistakable as Brooke and Rachel stared at each other wide eyed, their movements frozen.
"Oh Brooke!" They heard Peyton on the other side of the door say in a sing song voice. Rachel felt like crying tears of frustration.
"Watja' doing?" she sounded amused. Brooke lost it.
"I swear to God Peyton, that if you don't go away I'll never speak to you again!" Brooke screamed, Rachel making choking noises under her.
"Ok!" Peyton said cheerily back, the sound of foot falls moving away from the door.
Rachel came immediately after Brooke resumed her movements, the sound of Brooke's name bursting from her mouth muffled in Brooke's neck. A kaleidoscope of colors burst behind her eyelids as she reached her high. Her hips rose one last time, Brooke continuing her movements until Rachel went limp against her.
Rachel's chest heaved up and down, her skin covered in sweat, hair plastered to her face. Brooke kissed her on the ear, the cheek, her nose, and finally a tender lingering kiss on the lips. Rachel's eyes fluttered open and she was mesmerized by Brooke's eyes, naked with emotion. She reached a hand to Brooke's face and lifted her head to give her another tender kiss.
Their foreheads rested against each other as they exchanged small kisses. Rachel's thumb stroked Brooke's face as Brooke did the same. She smiled faintly.
"Remind me to get in trouble more often." Rachel whispered softly. Brooke smiled and Rachel felt weak all over again.
"Remind me to punish you more often." Brooke whispered back, teasingly. Rachel smiled and sighed happily against Brooke's mouth. They kissed again.
Neither of them wanted to get out of the classroom and into reality.
"Well, do you believe me now?" Peyton asked Haley who was walking beside her as they moved away from the door. Haley begrudgedly reached into her pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill. Peyton snatched it from her with a smirk. Haley rolled her eyes at her.
"Whatever, Peyton. I think I wouldn't have wanted to know anyway."
Hope this made brachel fans happy :) R&R