May the Brachel continue!


Rachel's delicately brushed her lips over Brooke's naked lower back, kissing the skin there. Brooke sighed contently into her pillow, feeling Rachel's mouth and hands work her backside.

Rachel's hands massaged Brooke's sides, her expert fingers relieving tension in the muscles while arousing the brunette. Her hair skimmed lightly over Brooke's sensitive skin as her teeth nipped playfully, later lathing the irritated area with her tongue.

"I feel like I should be paying you for this." Brooke groaned out, Rachel's mouth exploring tortuously slow. Rachel lifted her head up for a moment.

"I only take cash. Gifts are acceptable." she said smugly before continuing her ministrations. Brooke smirked into the pillow at that. She lifted her head to watch Rachel, but felt the redhead's hand push her head back down.

"Down prisoner." Rachel mumbled.

"I thought we finished playing that game." Brooke said in an annoyed voice.

"We are. I just enjoy calling you my prisoner." Rachel snickered as Brooke grumbled something along the lines of 'damn torturous bitch.' Rachel had kissed her way up to between Brooke's shoulder blades when a ringing pierced the silence of their own little world.

Brooke reached over the side of the bed, searching for her pants that had been thrown hastily away a few hours before. When she felt them, she pulled her cell phone out from the pocket despite Rachel's protest.

"Hello?" Brooke answered in a sing-song voice. She cried "OW!" into the phone when Rachel bit down on her shoulder for answering the phone when she had told her not to. Brooke swatted at her, but Rachel just smiled satisfactorily into her shoulder.

"Brooke? Are you OK? It's Haley."

"Damn Parana." Brooke grumbled.

"Excuse me?"

"Not you Haley!"

"Right. Well, Peyton told me what happened. Just calling to see if things went well with Rachel."

Brooke paused in glaring at Rachel over her shoulder.

"Wait, you know too?"

"I'd have to be blind and deaf not to know."

"Right. Things could be going better, OW! Stop it!"

"Sounds like love."

"Hi Haley!" Rachel said into phone over Brooke's shoulder.

"Hey Rachel!"

"Hi Rachel!" they heard Nathan chimed in.

"Hey Nathan!" Rachel greeted.

"...Bitch." Haley grumbled. Brooke laughed before crying out 'OW!' again. Haley snickered into the phone.

"I heard that!" Brooke accused Haley.

"I assume you two made up? I got five bucks on the line here!"

"Five bucks on what?"

"Um...Pencils."

"Yeah, we're good."

"Ha! Give it up Nathan!"

"Never!"

Brooke heard struggling noises on the line before it went dead. Brooke hung up the cell, then whirled on Rachel and glared at her. Rachel started whistling innocently while twirling her hair in her fingers. Brooke pointed an accusing finger at her.

"You're so dead." she stated before threw herself at Rachel, tackling the redhead off the bed.

They tumbled to the floor in a heap, a struggle ensuing between the two. They rolled around on the floor, each trying to get the upper hand on the other, when Rachel finally released herself from Brooke's death grasp and tried to make a run for it. However Brooke took hold of her ankle and yanked her back down to the floor and threw herself on top of Rachel's squirming body.

"Gotcha you damn Parana!" Brooke yelled down at the girl she had pinned under her. Rachel tried to roll her eyes but found it was hard to do so when her face was being pressed into the floor.

"Get off of me! We're going to get rug burns again!" Rachel said. Brooke laughed.

"That's what you get for being you."

"Funny, I thought I got laid for being me."

"Silence prisoner!"

"Hey, that's my line you line stealing bitch!"

When Brooke started doing a tiny victory dance on top of her, Rachel took the opportunity to buck the brunette off of her and threw herself down on Brooke's body. Straddling Brooke's waist, Rachel started doing her own victory dance. But Brooke refused to go down easily and forced Rachel to the ground, their wrestling continuing again in the never ending battle of Brooke vs. Rachel.

"Say uncle!"

"Surrender!"

"Watch the hair!"

"No eye poking allowed!"

"Rug burn!"

"Burn bitch, BURN!"

"I'm going to kick your ass!"

"Spank me! I've been a bad girl!"

"Whore!"

"Slut!"

"Watch the stairs!"

"No wedgies allowed!"

"OW! My ass!" Rachel squealed when Brooke had slammed her against the ground. Brooke paused in her assault at the sound of Rachel in pain. Rachel reached behind her and pulled out the rose Brooke had given her last night.

"Oops. Damn thorns." she grumbled. They looked at each other, looking ridiculously disheveled from their naked wrestling and they both cracked up laughing. They laughed until their sides ached. Brooke wrapped her arms around the redhead and nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent. Rachel's body still shook slightly from giggling. Brooke stroked the skin on Rachel's thigh.

"How's your ass?" she asked with a grin.

"It'll survive." Rachel said grinning back.

Brooke paused, as if hesitating to say something to Rachel but opened her mouth anyway.

"Rachel...I was kind of wondering about a little something... Not a big deal or anything, just wondering... I mean if its alright with you, that is. Nothing to look into or anything, but..um..." Brooke rambled nervously. Rachel looked impatient.

"Spit it out woman."

"Just wondering if you would maybe want to go out with me sometime. Like a dinner or something." Brooke said quickly, not meeting Rachel's eyes. Rachel looked stunned.

"Brooke Davis, are you asking me on a date?"

"Well, if you want to get all technical about it..."

"Exclusively?"

"Not like most people already know about us anyway."

"In public?"

"No, underground. Yes in public!"

"...Wow. You're full of surprises."

"Do you want to go or not?" Brooke asked exasperated. Rachel gazed at the squirming brunette curiously. She really hadn't seen that coming. Rachel had been secretly wishing they would stop tip-toeing around and just let it be. Especially after the whole almost getting arrested issue not too long ago. A sincere smiled lit up the redhead's face.

"I'd love to go out with you."

Brooke released a breath she had been holding. She didn't want to hide anymore. It was fun in the beginning, but all Brooke wanted to do now was let everyone know that she was in a relationship with a great super-hot chick. Not to mention it was pretty hard work hiding it when all you want to do is jump the damn gorgeous redhead no matter where she was. Not that she'd ever admit that to Rachel, though.

"Are you sure?" Rachel inquired. Brooke's eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, of course. Why?" Brooke inquired back. Rachel gave her an obvious look.

"I hate to use the term 'coming out of the closet', but that's what comes to mind right now." Rachel deadpanned. Brooke looked thoughtful.

"Huh. Never really thought about it." Brooke whispered. Being with Rachel was so natural, she never thought about it being an issue.

"Doesn't bother me." Rachel said. Brooke gave her one of those triumphant smiles that Rachel always adored. Brooke buried her face in the crook of Rachel's neck and held the redhead closer to her body.

"Then fuck them all. I want to be with you." Brooke said just above a whisper with such conviction in her voice that Rachel was surprised. Rachel fought the tears she felt welling up in them.

"Damn you for getting me all mushy again." Rachel replied good natured, wiping a tear that fell from her eye. Brooke laughed into her neck, her warm breath tickling Rachel's skin. Rachel started stroking Brooke's hair lovingly.

"There's just but one issue to deal with now." Brooke said.

"I'm not paying for dinner."

"Damn it!"


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