Distant Dreamer
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of The CW and Schwahn
A/N: It's been forever since I've updated and hopefully I haven't lost my focus, so in honor of the one year anniversary of my Brachel series (albeit, a few days late) I am determined to post at least two chapters before the month is up. Thanks to everyone who has sent me encouraging messages and reviews, they were super helpful.
Chapter 10: The Middle
It's Tuesday night in the Davis-Gattina household and that can only mean one thing: homemade pizza followed by game night.
Sam sweeps her bangs out of her eyes as she struggles to flatten out the dough with a rolling pin. Laughing at the young girl's frustration, Rachel nudges her aside, gathers the dough in her hands and expertly twirls it around her knuckles, occasionally tossing it into the air just to show off a little and make her daughter smile.
"Question, we all know that Brooke's mom is the devil, so what's the dealio with your folks?" Sam inquires, picking up a large knife and carefully slicing the green peppers for a veggie pizza.
"The situation with my parents was never as dire as Brooke's." Rachel shrugs, moving on to the next blob of dough for a barbecue chicken pizza. "About the middle of my sophomore year at Columbia I decided that modeling was something that I wanted to do full time instead of just a few shows for C/B. I told my father that I wouldn't be joining him in the family business and they totally blew a gasket. We had this big fight and he cut me off financially, my mom tried for a few weeks to talk me into continuing my education but at the time all I could hear was her criticizing my choices like she's done all my life and at that point I'd had enough of trying to be the person they wanted me to become."
"What do you think your mom's really here for?"
"She seems to be on the level, the whole lesbian thing isn't an issue. If I had to hazard a guess I'd say she's just scoping out Brooke, hoping to form an alliance to lure me back into the family fold." Rachel had spent the remainder of the afternoon theorizing on why her mother would choose this moment to pop back into her life and why she was so keen on getting to know Brooke better.
"Doesn't sound like such a bad thing, unless the family business is a mortuary or something equally creepy." Sam shudders comically.
"The Gattina's are seafaring people, my great grandfather was an Admiral of the fleet in Her Majesty's Royal Navy and after his tour was up he and his brothers built their very own ship to start a charter company. One ship turned into two and thirty years later it morphed into a fleet of luxury cruise ships. When my dad turned twenty-five he took over for my grandfather as the CEO of the cruise line. It's what I was destined to do in another year or two."
Brooke walks into the kitchen, immediately wrapping her arms around her lover's waist, resting her chin on Rachel's shoulder she murmurs, "Hey good lookin' whatcha cookin'?"
"You are the biggest dork I have ever met." the redhead laughs
"Mock my come-ons now but just wait until I get you upstairs tonight," biting gently on Rachel's earlobe, her raspy voice a seductive purr. "you're powerless against my feminine wiles and all that cynicism will melt away like ice cream."
"Figures your fat ass can't go five minutes without mentioning food." craning her head back, she captures the brunette's lips in a kiss. Rachel drags her tongue lightly across Brooke's bottom lip, smirking when Brooke moans softly, "Who's powerless now?"
"Bitch." Brooke replies not unkindly but leans in to steal another kiss.
Liza enters the kitchen, unnoticed by the pair so wrapped up in themselves, she takes a look at Sam who's chopping vegetables, completely unconcerned with the two women engaged in a heated kiss merely four feet away from where she's standing.
"After a while you get used to them being attached at the tonsils," Sam says without looking up, "but it's always a good idea to knock on any closed doors around here."
"I'll keep that in mind." Liza chuckles at the adorable blush that sweeps Brooke face at being caught ravaging her daughter and the annoyed frown on Rachel. "Is there anything I can help prepare?"
"Rach and Sammy have the food under control but you can help me set the table." Brooke offers
"NO!" both Sam and Rachel emphatically exclaim
"Brooke is not allowed to handle the chinaware." Rachel explains to her mother, who appears startled by their outburst.
"Oh come on, that was one time!"
"You broke two dinner plates." the redhead presses.
"Well, they were fresh out of the dishwasher and piping hot, I nearly got second degree burns!" Brooke holds up her left hand to show the non-existing burn mark.
"Drama queen." Rachel rolls her eyes, unmoved by the brunette's plight.
"I love you mom but let's face it, you suck when it comes to household chores."
"In that case," Liza smoothly intervenes, "if one of you would be so kind as to point me to the right cabinet I will supervise the place settings." With her assigned task, she half heartedly pays attention to the conversation across the spacious kitchen.
"Oh Rach, I almost forgot the reason I came in here, your wedding dress just arrived from Badgley/Mischka." Brooke claps her hands excitedly, causing Rachel to give Sam a wry smile.
"And the curiosity of what it looks like must be eating you alive?"
"I have much more self restraint than you give me credit for, thank you very much." Brooke protests, placing her hands on her hips indignantly.
"Uh-huh?" Sam and Rachel both reply skeptically, much to the brunette's annoyance.
"Besides, Mark always does excellent work, I'm sure the dress is amazing."
"Their stuff is good but no where near as incredible as yours."
"My designs only look good because my muse is absolutely beautiful." she smiles sweetly at Rachel and the two are once again lost in their own little world.
"Ugh," Sam laments, "If you two are quite finished eye humping, can one of you grab the cheese pizza from the oven?"
"You know, you should give Jack a call Avril, a good make-out session will help alleviate some of that tension." Brooke teases her daughter, she snatches a green pepper slice from the chopping board and hops up onto the counter smirking as Sam turns beet red.
"Jack and I are just friends." The younger girl sputters.
"Please," Rachel snorts, donning the oven mitts to retrieve the bubbling hot pizza from the top of the double oven, while checking on dessert baking nicely in the bottom, "that boy is insanely in love with you. In fact, I think it's about time I sit down and have a little chat with him."
"You wouldn't?!"
"Hey it could be worst, I can leave him alone to have The Talk with her." Rachel nods her head in the brunette's direction and bursts into laughter at Sam's horrified expression.
"You know I have to say, you're really kinda terrible at this. I thought for sure anyone who has a pool table in their office would at least know the basics of the game."
Peyton squawks indignantly at the tall, ruggedly handsome man leaning his hip against the pool table.
"Fine, I'll admit that I'm not a shark but give me a little credit, dude." her protesting belies her actions as she mistakenly sinks the 8 ball into the side pocket, prematurely ending the game.
Her companion tosses his long golden tresses to the side, throwing his head back and laughing uproariously.
"Well…you distracted me." Peyton whines
"Of course," he agrees solemnly, "I was breathing way too loud over here, it's a wonder you could even think straight?"
"Ha ha," Peyton deadpans, retrieving the balls from the pocket holes, she starts to rack them back up, "best two out of three?"
Her opponent shrugs, a charming grin spreads across his face reaching all the way to his bright green eyes that has had Peyton mesmerized from the moment they met.
"If I'd known you sucked this much I would have put money down on that last game."
"Who's to say that my plan wasn't to lure you into a false sense of security and then once the stakes were high, I'd rob you blind?" It could happen, Peyton thinks, she's seen Brooke hustle enough unsuspecting guys over the years to know that it does work.
"Very crafty, but you're forgetting the key element to successfully pulling off a good con," leaning over the table he beckons Peyton forward to conspiringly whisper even though they are alone in her big office, "you have to be able to play the game."
Peyton rolls her eyes but can't keep the good natured smile from spreading across her face, she raises her left hand to slap his muscular arm and freezes as her wedding ring comes into view and she's flooded with a wave of guilt. The past two hours having fun with a man that is not her husband suddenly doesn't seem like such an innocent act after all.
"Hey Peyton," he waves a hand in front of her face, snapping the blond out of her reverie, "you rackin' em or what?"
Peyton takes a deep breath, nearly choking on the intoxicating aroma of his woodsy cologne. 'This is simply a friendly game,' she reminds herself, 'so what if the guy is drop dead gorgeous? I love my husband, the man who is probably sitting at home this very minute obsessing over her best friend's impending nuptials instead of writing like he's suppose to be.'
The tightly wound ball of guilt slackens in her chest at that thought, if Lucas can justify his concerns with Brooke's relationship then she should be able to spend time with the bassist of her newly signed band without it being more than what it is.
"Get ready to have your ass handed to ya, Mason."
"Brooke," Liza queries, passing the bowl of salad to Sam across the dinner table, "you've taking a sabbatical from work, correct?"
"Just for the summer," Brooke nods, "Ethan's only been with us for a few weeks and I've been knee deep in wedding preparations in addition to working on sketches for the fall line."
"And do you plan to have more children?"
"Yes, Rachel and I have been searching for a donor and we've just narrowed it down to three possibilities." Brooke smiles nervously at Rachel who gives her a supportive smile from across the table.
"Why not ask a friend," Liza suggests, "or Rachel your uncle Marcus would gladly donate, that way the child would be half Gattina."
"Right, cause Uncle Marcus impregnating my fiancée wouldn't be unsettling at all." Rachel snidely mumbles, leaning over to her side so she can cut Ethan's slice of pizza into smaller, more manageable bites.
"Most of our friends are either married or in committed relationships…"
"And the one jerk that would happily step up to the plate would have to do so over my dead body." Rachel vehemently comments, cutting up the food with a bit more force than necessary.
"And seeing as I don't want to become a widow or have to visit my wife in prison any time soon," Brooke cuts in before Rachel gets too worked up over Lucas' pigheaded stance on their relationship again, "we decided that anonymous is the way to go."
"I suppose having the donor apart of your everyday lives could be potentially problematic." Liza concedes, but stashes the idea away in her head to bring up at a later time.
It's glaringly obvious that Brooke loves Rachel every bit as much as Rachel loves her, so the fear that her daughter may be taken advantage of has been laid to rest. Yet, Rachel hasn't expressed an interest in giving birth to children herself and that could lead to issues concerning the rightful inheritance of the Gattina assets if Rachel's children don't have a blood connection to the family.
After dinner it was time for the games portion of the evening, one hour of Dance Dance Revolution played on the Wii.
"Alright who's up first?" Brooke calls out to the room.
"Let Momma G go first so she won't cheat." Sam suggests, flopping down comfortably onto the sofa, she wraps an arm loosely around her baby brother.
"What? How exactly can I cheat at this game?" Rachel grins at her daughter, already knowing what the answer will be.
"Easy, you let someone else go first, watch the mistakes they make and then memorize what not to do when it's your turn."
"That's not cheating," Rachel argues, "it's just good strategy. Besides, Brooke usually goes first and she tends to get over excited, abandoning the rules and making up her own routine, so we end up doing the complete opposite of what she does anyway."
"True," Sam agrees, furrowing her brow, "for a former head cheerleader you'd think she'd actually be able to follow the games routine."
"You guys are just jealous of my mad dance skills." Brooke pouts, sticking her tongue out at the duo.
"Then explain why your Mii has the lowest score?" Sam teases, dodging the pillow her mother tosses at her.
Liza sits unobtrusively in her armchair observing the dynamics of this peculiar family. All day long she watched as the three girls lobbed playful insults at each other, sarcasm laced with loving sentiments and every single one of them doting on the shy little boy who soaks up the attention like a dry sponge. Not for the first time since she reappeared in her daughter's life mere hours ago, Liza is ashamed to admit that she doesn't know her daughter as well as she thought. Has Rachel always been so kind? Has she always wanted a family? When did her spoiled, self-involved child stop getting herself into trouble and start taking responsibility for her actions?
Packing away the gamepad Brooke smiles as Rachel carefully hoists a half asleep Ethan in her arms, preparing to bring him upstairs, she plants a soft kiss to her lips.
"Hurry up and put the little guy to bed, the first costume change is in twenty minutes."
Moonlight spilling through the open balcony doors bathes their bedroom in a pale cool blue. Rachel searches the room for her lover, reaching out to turn on the bedside lamp she laughs out loud at the super imposed shadow of a bat that is cast onto the ceiling. The sheer white balcony curtains billowing in the wind draws aside and she can make out a thigh-high stiletto black boot followed by a shiny black latex micro skirt.
Brooke steps out of her hiding space, her outfit causing Rachel's jaw to unhinge in surprise.
"I saw the signal," she purrs, in an exaggerated breathy voice, "what dangers are lurking in the night?"
Brooke, decked out in a Sexy Batgirl costume complete with eye-mask, black leather thigh high boots, a cape, skin tight latex black bustier with the Batgirl insignia stitched onto the bodice and short skirt, is enough to render Rachel temporarily mute as she struts into the room and up to the other girl. Grasping the redheads waist, Brooke tugs her forward roughly, Rachel shivers eagerly, she's always loved this side of Brooke, the playful tussling is a major turn on. It's also a reassurance that Brooke is healing from the attack that nearly emotionally crippled her. That shrink is a miracle worker!
"The pants…lose em." Brooke demands, Rachel smirks to herself, her fingers quickly unfastening her jeans and she shimmies out of the tight denim. Brooke doesn't take charge often but when she does, dear God if the sound of that sultry husky voice barking orders at her isn't enough to reduce Rachel to a quivering puddle of goop.
"You're so fucking gorgeous." Brooke coos softly. Making quick work of Rachel's shirt she runs her hands up the other girl's chest, cupping each perfectly formed breast in her hands. Unhooking the bright blue bra, Brooke runs her leather clad hands over Rachel's naked body, up her neck to grasp her chin, fingers running along her supple lips and slipping a thumb into the redheads mouth. She moans as Rachel swirls her tongue around the gloved digit.
Rachel squirms under Brooke's intense study of her naked body, a self-deprecating remark poised on the tip of her tongue but Brooke beats her to it.
"You are, and before you go off on a tangent about how they're not real just think of it this way: you bought them, you've lived with them every day for years, so that automatically makes them yours."
Not wanting to get into a long discussion about her negative body image, Rachel settles for capturing the brunette's mouth with her own. She drags her nails over Brooke's legs, sliding her hand up the ultra short skirt and shivers in anticipation at what she finds.
"Dirty girl," She chuckles, "not wearing any underwear."
"We super heroes have much more important and pleasurable things to worry about." the brunette replies haughtily, while guiding Rachel backwards to the bed, pouncing on her the instant she falls onto her back.
Stalking up the bed with feline grace, Brooke straddled Rachel's waist, hovering above her lover. Rachel soaks in the sight of her fiancee, she tucks away a few stray hairs that has escaped Brooke's 'Super Hero hairdo', and marvels at the lengths this woman would go to just to make her happy.
"So Batgirl, may I call you Batgirl?"
Brooke gives a one shoulder shrug in reply, pursing her lips to hold back her giggles.
"I believe I was promised kink. This really sexy brunette stopped by my office this afternoon and promised that if I was nice to the Valkyrie, she'd make it worth my while."
"And were you well behaved?"
"I've been a fucking Girl Scout."
"Well then I suppose you've earned your reward, I'll give Millie a call and have her come over right away." Pretending to stand up, Brooke squeaks in protest as Rachel tightens her hold on her waist.
"Sarcastic little skank." she laughs, pulling the brunette down for a kiss.
Brooke leans into her, deepening the kiss immediately until her lungs began to burn and she's forced to pull away. With a devious smirk, she leans over the side of the bed and rifles through the nightstands bottom drawer.
"Is that?" Rachel quirks an eyebrow as Brooke tears open the package she had hidden earlier that week.
"This is the strap-on that features a vaginal plug that teases the wearer and a attachment that pleases the receiver. The bonus of this style is that as the wearer thrusts, it will cause the vaginal plug to thrust as well, giving equal sensations to both partners at the same time." Showing their new toy from every angle Brooke lies in wait for Rachel's response.
"Wow," Rachel whistles softly, "you weren't kidding around when you said Level 3 Kink, huh?"
"Hey if you're gonna make fun I can get rid of this…"
"I'm joking lil miss sensitive, I just…where the hell did you find this thing?"
"Ethan naps like 40% of the day, there's only so many talk shows and fake celebrity judge programs you can watch without losing your mind, so I sorta surf the web a lot. Do you like it?" she asks timidly, this was not the reaction she expected when she purchased the toy. Rachel takes another thoughtful inspection of the devise, then reaches into the top drawer of the nightstand for the bottle of lube she stashed away.
"Alright Davis," she purrs, "show me what you got."
With the harness already on, Brooke excitedly lubes up the toy, then straps the contraption into place. She gasps as the little stub glides into her, taking a moment to savor the sensation then positions the longer edge of the toy at Rachel's slick entrance. Clenching her inner walls she abruptly pushes forward, just the way Rachel likes it, a smile breaking out on her parted lips as Rachel's hips surge forward to meet hers.
Rachel's breath hitches in her throat, her hands clench tightly in the material of Brooke's costume. Nodding her head at Brooke's concern glance, she arches her back as Brooke pulls out then surges forward into her body. Her eyes flutter closed but she quickly snaps them back open, not wanting to miss a second of this experience.
Brooke leans over, resting her palms flat on either side of Rachel, she drags her teeth over the sensitive skin of Rachel's neck before venturing lower and engulfing a hardened nipple into her mouth. Rachel moans deep in her throat, she claws at Brooke's hips, pressing their lower halves together in a desperate attempt to cause as much friction between them as possible.
Her first orgasm, hits like an electrical shockwave, sending them both into a frenzy of wildly thrusting hips, groping hands and battling tongues. Brooke has her legs bent at an angle she didn't think herself capable of achieving. As the second orgasm approaches, the edges of her vision darkens momentarily and she forgets to breathe. She let's out a long piercing moan that intermingles with Brooke's, not caring if she wakes up the entire neighborhood.
Rachel flips Brooke over onto her back, thrusting languidly into the other girl as she rides out the after effects.
"Dear God, that was amazing!" Brooke pants, running her fingers through Rachel's disheveled auburn locks. "And because you just succeeded in rocking my world, I have one more surprise for you. On the utility belt, third pocket from the left."
Rachel quirks an eyebrow, flipping the snap open she digs her hand inside the pouch and as her fingers curl around a hard felt covered box a wide smile spreads across her kiss swollen lips. The box makes a tiny creaking noise as she lifts the lid, moonlight immediately catching the diamond and reflects a myriad of warm golden lights swirling together into a cloud.
"I saw this color and it instantly made me think of you," Brooke quietly explains, lifting the diamond ring and clasping her fiancee's left hand in hers.
The radiant 6 carat cognac diamond sits proudly perched on a gold band with a trail of 1carat baguette white diamonds adorning the sides. Rachel stares in awe at her gift, for some strange reason it never occurred to her that Brooke would get her an engagement ring as well, not that they assigned roles in their relationship but Rachel appears to have a more level head so she tends to take the lead most often.
"I must have searched through the dealers entire stock before I found the one that matches your eyes perfectly. Once I had the right stone, designing the band and setting was a cinch."
"It's beautiful." Rachel whispers
"My girl deserves beautiful things," Brooke murmurs, wiping away a tear from the redheads cheek, "The ring you gave me was special to you, your grandmother's so I wanted you to have something equally special. Tailor made for Rachel Isobella Gattina, a true one of a kind."
A/N: So many people hyped up the kink that I'm afraid I had a difficult time delivering, sorry. But you'll be glad to know that I have a good portion of the next chapter written as well as a sizable chunk of 'The Bad Girl All the Good Boys Want', and I'll try my best not to go so long without updating, thanks again.