AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter has parts that are rated "M"
Chapter Seven
The night had turned into a late one… the friends having such a good time that none of them wanted to go home once Tric closed. So they stayed behind and had a few after hours cocktails between them, just laughing and joking the way friends do.
It was well past three in the morning when Brooke and Peyton made their way up the steps of their front porch and after a lot of work to get the key in the lock, through their front door.
"That was fun tonight," Peyton says, her words heavily slurred from all the drinks.
"It was," Brooke says, going to toss her keys on the table next to the door but misjudging the distance due to her drunken state and watching as they fall short on the ground.
"I'm still wide awake," Peyton admits, moving into the kitchen and rummaging through cabinets looking for something. When she finds the bottle, she pulls it out and turns around to face Brooke. "Found it. Feel up to a night cap with me Ms. Davis?" Peyton asks smiling.
Brooke can't help but smile back. She's a little drunk and it has always been harder for her to hide her true feelings for the blonde when she has alcohol in her system. The last time they had gotten drunk together... well... it was easy to say that things had gotten out of control.
"Of course," Brooke says, taking the bottle of tequila from Peyton as Peyton moves to find some glasses. "Want to sit out on the deck?"
"Actually, it's a little cold out there. The weather is the only thing I miss about L.A. Do you care if we just chill on the couch tonight?" Peyton asks, finding the glasses and turning to Brooke who is shaking her head no.
They make their way to the couch and plop down at the same time, the weight of their bodies almost too much with the amount of alcohol they've already had that night. Peyton pours the tequila in the glasses, missing at first and recovering at the last minute.
"I spilled," Peyton says giggling.
"I can see that," Brooke giggles back, taking her glass from Peyton. "You going to clean it up or what bitch?"
"So bossy!" Peyton laughs, standing and making her way to the linen closet to get a towel. She moves between Brooke and the table and leans down a little to wipe at the spilled liquid. Brooke can't help but stare at Peyton's ass as she does it. She gets a little glint in her eye as she reaches out and swats at the ass staring her in the face.
"Move it bitch!" Brooke says jokingly when Peyton turns around at the slap. She laughs and then just falls back on the couch, leaving the towel on the table to soak up the remaining spilled tequila.
"Always so violent! You know… that's domestic violence I'll have you know!" Peyton says, laughing and leaning over to rest her head on Brooke's shoulder. Brooke lets out a shuttered breath at the feel of Peyton's head on her. She takes her free hand and runs her fingers through Peyton's curly locks.
"Did you have fun tonight P. Sawyer?" Brooke questions, her voice quiet and soothing. Peyton closes her eyes at the sound and nods a little.
"Mmm hmmm."
"I'm glad. I'm glad we came back."
Peyton sits up and turns her body a little to face Brooke.
"Why did you come back Brooke? I mean… I asked you in the club and you just blew it off but I'm serious… why did you decide to stay?"
"Honestly," Brooke asks, worried that with all the alcohol she's had she will spill her secret for the second time that night. "For you."
"For me?" Peyton asks in a higher pitched voice, sounding surprised. "You gave up your life in New York for me?"
"You needed me P. Sawyer… you're my best friend. You needed to come home and you needed me… so I came."
"Thank you," Peyton whispers, snuggling a little further into Brooke's shoulder.
"You were always there when I needed you… it was time for me to return the favor," Brooke says. She smiles a little at the memory of the last time the two of them had seen each other. Brooke had flown in on a red eye flight because she had an awful week at work and she just needed to have some comfort with her best friend. It had ended up being far more than she expected. Even though a lot of what had happened that night had been about comforting Peyton in Brooke's eyes, Brooke couldn't deny that it had done the exact same for her.
Brooke often wonders if she would take that night back. After everything that happened, in the end it had pulled the two friends apart for two years and for a while, Brooke had wished she'd never kissed Peyton Sawyer that night. But now… laying her with Peyton next to her, starting all over again in the place that was home, she knew she wouldn't take that night back for a second… because everything was okay again. They were friends… and Brooke knew it was a line that just couldn't be crossed.
"What are friends for?" Peyton asks, not even remembering that she had uttered those same words to Brooke the last time they had seen each other.
Brooke watches Peyton closely as she speaks, and her eyes are drawn to Peyton's pouty lips. She knows she needs to be doing a better job of hiding what she's feeling, but with all the alcohol she's had, she's finding it much more difficult than she thought.
"At least we have each other right?" Brooke asks, trying to shake her thoughts from her head.
"Always… it's good to be home." Brooke just sighs and that response is cause for Peyton's concern. "You alright B. Davis… is something wrong?"
"No… nothing's wrong," Brooke says, not feeling like it's a lie. She's happy with Peyton by her side and happy to be back in Tree Hill, but she can't deny that she will always feel a little lonely not having Peyton love her the way she does. But she can't tell her that, and even if Haley is right and eventually Brooke is going to have to tell her, she isn't ready to tell her now.
When she looks over at Peyton, she sees a look in her eye that she's seen only once before. She is about to say something but before she can she feels Peyton's lips connecting with her own.
Brooke is startled at first, but she responds immediately, her heart knowing exactly what she wants. The kiss deepens quickly and their drinks have been all but forgotten.
Peyton is the one in control and she immediately is pulling on Brooke's top, surprising Brooke at how comfortable she is acting. Brooke lets her and their eyes lock once the shirt is over her head and discarded.
"Peyton…"
"Shhh…" Peyton interrupts, her mouth moving to Brooke's neck and causing Brooke to lose her train of thought as Peyton sucks on her pulse point. Peyton is slowly pushing Brooke back on the couch so she is laying down and when she is finally on her back, Peyton removes her mouth from Brooke's neck and her hands go straight to her bra covered breasts.
Brooke's mind is racing with thoughts. She knows that Peyton is only giving her what she thinks she needs… trying to be a friend in a way that only the two of them understand. She wants to stop Peyton, unsure if her heart can handle the fallout when this is all over. But before she can stop the blonde, Peyton unsnaps the front claps between Brooke's breasts, exposing her breasts to the air. She leans down, capturing one in her mouth, causing Brooke to let out a soft moan of pleasure. Peyton's free hand is trailing down Brooke's soft skin toward the clasp of Brooke's jeans which she flicks open. She is still sucking with extreme power when her hand maneuvers it's way down the front of her jeans, under her underwear and to the wet and waiting center of her friend.
"Holy shit," Brooke says, biting her lip at the first touch from Peyton on her sex. She can't believe this is happening right now but it's already gone too far for Brooke to be able to stop. She can feel Peyton smile around her nipple as she releases and leans back up to kiss the brunette once again.
Peyton's finger is lightly massaging Brooke's clit, having a little trouble maneuvering in the tight confines of Brooke's jeans and from her position on the couch. She is struggling to get her finger to where she wants it but after several minutes, it finally reaches the warm opening and plunges inside.
"I need…" Brooke struggles to find the words, unable to speak with the immense pleasure that Peyton is bringing to her. The sound of Brooke's voice causes Peyton to stop her movement and Brooke wants to slap herself for scaring the blonde off. She is surprised however when Peyton removes her hand and pulls off her own shirt and bra, undoing her jeans and pulling them off her own body as she stands. She pushes the table further away from the couch once she has removed all her clothing.
Brooke watches her intensely as the show continues and she is startled when Peyton's hand locks with hers and pulls her lightly to the ground between the couch and the table. Once they are on the ground, Peyton slowly pulls Brooke's jeans to her ankles and her hand is back to the prize it wanted to claim as her own, pumping two fingers in and out at just the right pace.
Brooke is lost is a sea of pleasure, but she wants so badly to touch the naked blonde on top of her that she manages to reach forward and find what she wants. Her fingers rub through the wetness of her friend and her thumb massages gently over Peyton's swollen clit.
As they continue to move their hands, their mouths find each other, kissing lightly and moaning into the mouths of one another. They both start to feel the other reaching a peak at the same time and they let their mouths stay attached , crying out together in the kiss as they both come hard.
Peyton collapses on top of Brooke when she can no longer hold her weight up. She casually rolls over so she is now on her back next to Brooke and closes her eyes. Brooke turns her head to watch her.
"Ummm… Peyt…" she starts, hesitant because she isn't quite sure what she is supposed to say. The last time something like this happened between the two of them, they hardly spoke for two years. She was concerned about what was going to happen now.
"Shhhh…" Peyton whispers out, her eyes still closed and still laying completely naked and exposed on the floor next to Brooke. She doesn't open her eyes but she moves one hand over, pulling Brooke down to rest her head on her chest and then pulls the blanket draped over the couch over them. "Tired now. Talk in the morning," she mumbles, reminding Brooke just how drunk Peyton really was.
Brooke's eyes shoot open and she instantly can tell she is alone. She sits up quickly, unaware of where she is and it isn't until she is completely upright that her hand goes flying to her head in pain.
"Oww!" she shouts out to no one in particular. Her eyes have closed as she tries to adjust to the pounding and attempts to recall the previous night.
When she opens her eyes once more, she takes a look at her surroundings, seeing she is on the floor between the couch and the table and she is not wearing anything to cover her body.
"Oh no," she whispers out to herself, as a flash of memories cascade in her mind of her night activities with Peyton. "Peyt?" she calls out sounding hopeful. There is no response. "Peyton?" she tries again.
This time however she is rewarded with the sound of the doorbell. Brooke stands, making sure to keep the sheet wrapped around her body to cover her from whoever might be knocking on her door, and she pads her bare feet over the wood to reach it. She opens it just enough to peek her head out.
"Hey Brooke… rough night?" Haley asks, chuckling at the appearance of her friend behind the door.
"You could say that," Brooke says, opening the door a bit wider to allow Haley to come in. When she does, Haley gasps at the sight of Brooke nude with just a blanket covering her body. "What time is it?"
"It's almost ten," Haley explains, having not had nearly as much to drink as her two friends the night before and actually having been the one to drive the girls home. Haley takes one look at her friend and is happy she made the choice to stop over this morning.
"Come on… why don't you go get dressed and I'll get the coffee going," Haley says, entering the house and shutting the door behind her.
Brooke smiles sweetly but Haley can tell that something is distracting her and she's going to find out what it is.
"Thanks Hales."
Haley watches as Brooke rounds the corner of the stairs and hears her bedroom door shut after a short pause. Haley makes her way into the house, glancing around the living room, noticing the couch pillows a mess and the table pushed further away from it than normal. She heads into the kitchen, pulling the coffee out of the cabinet and running the water into the pot. She stands there, her eyes fixed on the coffee maker until the pot is full. Just as she has poured herself a cup, she turns to see Brooke settling on a stool at the counter.
She pours her a cup of coffee and slides it across the counter.
"Thanks."
Haley smiles and takes a sip of her own mug. She watches Brooke closely and Brooke is doing a great job of keeping her eyes away from Haley. Haley just watches her, not wanting to push Brooke into telling her what happened.
"So… do you have plans today?" Haley asks, noticing the way that Brooke does not even look up at the question.
"Uh… yeah. I have some stuff to do at the store." Brooke finally looks at her friend. "What about you? What brings you by this morning?"
"Actually, I was hoping to catch Peyton… is she still sleeping?" Haley asks noticing immediately the way that Brooke tenses at the name of her best friend. "Brooke?"
"Huh? Oh… Peyton. I don't know where she is. I just woke up when you got here."
"She's not in her room?"
"No, I checked on my way to mine."
"Huh. Maybe she just went into the studio to get some early morning work done then," Haley says, taking another sip of her warm coffee. "Brooke… you okay?"
Brooke is back to looking at her hands around the mug and it isn't until she hears her name that she moves her head up again.
"I'm fine Hales… why?"
"You don't seem fine. Did something happen last night?" Brooke's expression speaks for itself. "Other than you admitting to me you were in love with your best friend?"
"I might have had a bit too much to drink last night," Brooke admits, afraid to tell Haley the full truth. She had never told anyone about her first sexual experience with Peyton and no matter if she had confessed to Haley about having feelings for Peyton or not, she wasn't going to confess to things having gone further. It wasn't fair to Peyton and Brooke just couldn't do that to her friend. She knew that Peyton would be so mortified and embarrassed if Haley knew they had hooked up.
"You guys didn't seem that bad when you went home," Haley pushes and she sees the glare shot at her from the brunette across.
Brooke nods her head to the corner of the counter and there is an empty bottle of tequila sitting on it. Brooke puts her head down, catching it in her hands this time and she is desperately trying to hold in her sobs. She fails slightly, as a whimper can be heard coming from her and Haley discards her mug of coffee and moves around the counter to wrap her arms around her friend.
"It's going to be alright Brooke… it couldn't have been that bad. Just tell me what happened," Haley urges softly, her arms still tight around Brooke.
"She's going to hate me again… pull away Haley… I don't know what I'm going to do," Brooke sobs.
"Brooke… you didn't…" Haley starts, and that gets Brooke to stop crying and look up.
"No, I didn't tell her. But I wanted to and I know I was acting out of line... saying things... maybe being just a bit too touchy and grabby," Brooke says.
It wasn't the whole truth but it wasn't a lie either. She didn't confess her feelings to Peyton and she did cross a line that she knew she shouldn't have crossed.
"Brooke… I'm sure Peyton won't hate you. You had both been drinking and you'll just chalk it up to that… it's not like you guys haven't always been super clingy and joking with sexual innuendos with each other. It's been like that since as long as I've known you," Haley admits.
Brooke glances at her and just by the look in her eyes, Haley knows there is more to the story than Brooke is letting on. But she isn't going to push Brooke to tell her anything she doesn't want to. She just wants her friend to know she's there for her if she needs her.
"Is there anything I can do?" Haley asks once Brooke has settled down.
"Just promise me you won't say anything?"
"Brooke! I promised! I would never do that to you. I didn't even tell Nathan! But I want you to come to me and talk to me about this! You can't keep this all on yourself, it's killing you!"
"I know… I will. Right now I just need some time to process. But you're right… I'm going to have to tell her eventually."
"There's my brave girl," Haley says casually. "Now… do you want to come with me to the studio and see if Peyton is there?"
"I don't know Hales… I'm sure she's trying to avoid me."
"You don't know that Brooke. Besides, sometimes the best thing to do in a situation like this is act like nothing happened. Give you both a chance to figure out what you want to say and then talk about it later. But you were drinking… both of you. So it's an easy fix."
Brooke nods, knowing that Haley has no idea just how far things had gone the night before between her and Peyton. Is there ever a fix to sleeping with your best friend? Especially when one has feelings for other who doesn't? But instead of blurting her thoughts out to Haley, she just puts on her fake smile and stands.
"Give me a few minutes to get looking more presentable."
"No problem," Haley says, grabbing both her mug and Brooke's and heading to the sink to rinse them.
Brooke starts to walk out of the kitchen and stops just short of the door, turning back to Haley slightly.
"Hey Haley?"
"Yeah?" Haley says, looking up from the sink.
"Thanks."