Brooke couldn't find one of her favorite shirts - again - and knew exactly who the culprit was. She narrowed her eyes and started calling her girlfriend's name, knowing Rachel was somewhere in the house. "I know you're here, Gatina! Get your ass out here!" she ordered.
"I'm coming, Davis. Chill," a laughing Rachel shot back as she entered the living room.
Brooke tapped her foot and smiled deviously at her. "My shirt. Hand it over now."
"And what shirt would you be talking about?" Rachel teased. "Come and get it."
Brooke strolled over to her and gently yanked Rachel closer to her. "We'll fuck anywhere you want if you give it back."
Rachel's eyes darkened. "Sounds like a good deal to me." She sauntered up the stairs and then came back down a few minutes later wearing Brooke's shirt.
"That's not the shirt I was asking about but I'll allow it," Brooke declared.
"You'll have to earn the other ones back. Shouldn't be too hard." Rachel grinned and kissed her.
"Looking so forward to it, you have no idea," Brooke replied.
Two could play this game - Brooke looked forward to stealing some of Rachel's favorite shirts and seeing how she reacted.