CHRISTMAS
"Babe, wake up! It's Christmas!" Brooke whispered in Peyton's ear the next morning
"Can't we just stay in bed all day?" Peyton mumbled
"I wish." Brooke laughed. "But I'm hungry"
"You're always hungry."
"And your point?"
Peyton yawned and turned to face her girlfriend. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas to you too." Brooke gave Peyton a quick kiss and hopped out of bed. "Ready to face the 'Father From Hell'?"
"No."
Brooke opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. Peyton groaned as she watched the brunette leave. God help us all.
When the girls reached the kitchen, they were relieved to see only Ellie in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. Thomas was no where to be seen.
"Merry Christmas Mom." Brooke said as she walked up to Ellie and gave her a kiss on the cheek
"Good morning girls. Merry Christmas!" Ellie smiled at the couple. "How did you two sleep?"
Brooke sighed. "Alright. Where's Dad?"
"Still in bed, I'm assuming." Ellie said as she turned her back on the girls to continue cooking
"Mrs. Davis, I'mso sorry for my outburst last night." Peyton said sheepishly
Ellie turned back around to look at Peyton. "I'm not Sweetie. Thomas was being a complete ass to everyone last night, and I'm very glad that you stuck up for Brooke like that. So please, don't be sorry."
"I told you she didn't hate you babe." Brooke said to Peyton
"What? Absolutely not! I know I didn't handle things well at first, but I'm finding it very easy to accept you two together. Sausage?"
"Excuse me?" Peyton said, confused by the sudden conversation change
"Would you like sausage in your omelet?"
"Oh." Peyton laughed. "Sure." Mrs. Davis is being so cool about this. I wonder if my mom would have accepted us like Mrs. Davis has, or if she would have treated us like Mr. Davis. Oh God! What is my dad going to say?
Thomas had come out of the bedroom soon after to join the women of the house for a family breakfast. While the women talked all through the meal, Thomas sat quietly.
"Ok. Time for gifts." Ellie smiled
"Here's one for you Dad." Brooke said, practically throwing a box at him
Thomas opened the box to find a beautiful designer tie. "Oh Brooke! Thank you. It's wonderful."
"It's from me and Peyton." Brooke pointed out
"Oh. Well thank you also Peyton." Thomas said almost shyly
"Mom, this one is for you. It's from the both of us too." Brooke smiled at Peyton
Ellie opened the gift to find a necklace. "Oh girls! It's gorgeous! Thank you." Ellie sat the box down and turned to Brooke with a smile. "Brooke, I didn't get a chance to get your gift, but I'm actually very glad I didn't. I thought of something even better to get you." Ellie's smile grew, showing off the dimples that Brooke had inherited
"Ok? Well what is it?" Brooke asked
"How about for New Years, you spend it in Tree Hill. You can be with all your friends. You could fly out with Peyton and then come home the day before school starts back up."
"No way! Are you serious?" Brooke squealed
"Yes. We can look into changing Peyton's ticket and buying yours. Only if you want to, that is."
"Are you kidding? Thanks Mom! That's a great gift." Brooke jumped up and hugged her mother
Thomas cleared his throat. "I didn't get a chance to get your gift either, but-"
Thomas was suddenly interrupted by the front door opening and closing,
"Oh Lord! We're being robbed!" Ellie whispered loudly
Faith ran past the dining room, but ran right back when she realized that was where Brooke was.
"Oh my God, B! You're never gonna…oh. Hi." Faith stopped when she realized Thomas and Ellie staring at her. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were home. Of course you're home, it's Christmas. I'm sorry. I'm just gonna go. Just pretend that I didn't interrupt Christmas breakfast. Which looks amazing, by the way." Faith continued, babbling
"Mom, Dad; this is Faith. She was the first friend that I made here in New York." Brooke explained
"Hello Faith. Please, sit. Fix yourself a plate." Ellie invited
"Are you sure? I didn't mean to just barge in." Faith said sheepishly
"Nonsense. Please, sit." Ellie smiled at the frazzled girl
Faith complied and fixed herself a plate. "I need to remember to start knocking." She muttered under her breath to Brooke
Brooke laughed. "Faith, these are my parents, Thomas and Ellie."
"Nice to meet you." Faith smiled
"You as well." Thomas said kindly
Brooke looked at her father. Damn. What happened to him? Did he go into his room last night and get abducted by aliens?
"Brooke, as I was saying…You know what? How about Faith goes with you. You guys are all close, right?"
Faith looked up from her plate. "Huh?"
"Seriously?" Brooke asked, shocked not only that her father was going to let her go, but that he was sending along a girl he had just met
"Seriously." Thomas smiled. "Merry Christmas girls."
Brooke and Peyton laughed and hugged each other, while Faith looked on panicked.
"Where am I going?"
Everyone at the table laughed
Christmas day had turned out to be a fun day at the Davis house. After explaining to Faith what was going on for New Years, the five people in the house all sat around talking and laughing. All day, everyone had just stayed at home, watching TV, baking cookies, or playing Ellie's favorite game "Scrabble".
That night, Thomas excused himself from the girls so that he could make a phone call in his study. Brooke also excused herself so that she could talk to her father.
"Knock knock." Brooke smiled from the doorway
"Brooklyn, come in." Thomas smiled back
"Dad, you realize that the only time you use my full name is when you are either furious, in front of clients, or don't know what to say about a situation. And since there is no yelling, and no clients, I'm going with the third."
Thomas chuckled. "I'm sorry Brooke."
"It's ok. I just wanted to come in here and say thank you."
"What for?" Thomas asked, surprised
"For being so nice to me and Peyton, and acting like you accept us."
"Brooke, I don't have to act like I'm being nice, or accepting for that matter. I truly am sorry for the overreaction last night. I said some very hurtful and awful things and I wish more than anything that I could take them back." Thomas said shamefully
"You weren't the only one who said things." Brooke said, equally shameful
"No, actually, you shouldn't feel sorry. Everything you said last night was the truth." Thomas sighed heavily. "Brooke, I know that I haven't been there for you like I should have."
"Dad." Brooke interrupted
Thomas held up his hand. "Please, let me finish. I haven't been much of a father to you, and you don't know how much that kills me. One reason I had you move here to New York was so that we could hopefully work on our relationship. But once again, work got in the way. You had every right to say those things to me last night. I, on the other hand, was completely out of line.
Brooke, I reacted so wrong to the news of you and your relationship with Peyton. Your mother made me realize that it was more of the reaction of the people I try so hard to impress, than how I truly felt. As a matter of fact, I'm delirious that you found love. Peyton is an amazing person, and I know that you two have been there for each other for many years. It made me realize that gender shouldn't matter, as long as you truly care for the person. I'm so happy for you Brooke."
Brooke jumped up from her seat and gave her father a fierce hug. "Thank you Daddy. That means so much to me."
"I'm going to make and effort to be a part of your life. I know that you plan to move back to Tree Hill when you turn 18, but there will always be a room here for you."
Brooke kissed her father's cheek. "I love you Dad."
"I love you too Brooke." Thomas smiled at his daughter
Later that night, after Faith had gone home and Brooke's parents had gone to bed, Brooke and Peyton sat cuddledup on the couch, watching the embers to the fire that they had built die out.
"This is the perfect way to end Christmas." Brooke said from her spot leaning on Peyton's shoulder
"It was a great Christmas." Peyton agreed. She wrapped her arm tighter around Brooke's shoulder
"I love you P. Sawyer." Brooke said in her husky whisper
"I love you too B. Davis." Peyton chuckled
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Brooke sat up and looked at Peyton. Peyton looked at her confused, and raised her eyebrows.
"You have that look." Peyton said hesitantly
"What look?" Brooke said, feigning innocence
"The look where you are about to do something that will get us in trouble."
Brooke shrugged and smiled mischievously. "Maybe."
"God, Brooke, I cannot do anything that will make your parents hate me." Peyton warned
"Oh hush. My parents love you." Brooke said as she waved her hand
"Well what is it that your little brain has-"
Peyton was interrupted by Brooke's lips upon her own.
"Trust me." Brooke whispered before she dropped her lips to Peyton's again
Peyton, listening to her girlfriends advice, relaxed. She began to kiss Brooke back as they explored each others mouths with their tongues. Brooke brought her hand up and placed it in Peyton's curls, playing with Peyton's hair as she kissed her. Brooke slowly laid them down on the couch, laying her body out on top of Peyton's.
"Brooke. Stop." Peyton pulled away breathless
"What? Is everything ok?" Brooke asked, trying to hide the hurt from her voice
"No!" Peyton hissed. A pained look crossed Brooke's face, and she lifted herself up from her girlfriend. Peyton sat up also. "Brooke-"
Brooke held up and hand. "It's ok Peyton."
Peyton leaned in and kissed Brooke softly. When she pulled away, the brunette was staring at her in confusion.
"It's not you Brooke. I just cant do this right here. With your parents right there." Peyton pointed to the door by the living room.
Understanding dawned on Brooke. "Oh. They aren't gonna come out here babe."
"What if they want a midnight snack or something?"
Brooke rolled her eyes. "I just wanted to kiss you. It's so romantic by the fire."
Peyton looked over at the fireplace and laughed. "What fire?" Brooke looked and laughed also. "Hopefully that's not a sign." Peyton made a face
"Oh, I'll show you fire baby." Brooke said as she yanked Peyton off the couch
Leading Peyton to her room, Brooke began kissing the blonde as soon as they had shut the door.Bringing Peyton over to the bed, Brooke sat them both down, not once did their lips break contact. Brooke began to kiss Peyton's neck, and she removed Peyton's shirt before laying them both down. Peyton tugged Brook's shirt off also, leaving both of them only in their bras. Still kissing Peyton, Brooke reached behind Peyton with one hand and undid the clasp on Peyton's bra.
"Had much practice at that?" Peyton laughed, out of breath. She reached around to behind Brooke and did the exact same thing to Brooke's bra.
Brooke giggled as she brought her hand to Peyton's breasts, lightly massaging them. Peyton moaned into Brooke's mouth, and Brooke broke the kiss to bring her head to Peyton's chest. Flicking her tongue over Peyton's nipples, Brooke smiled when Peyton's nails dug into her back. Brooke then kissed her way down Peyton's stomach, and stopped as she began to unbutton Peyton's jeans.
"Brooke, wait." Peyton said suddenly and sat up. Brooke sat up also
"What's the matter?" Brooke asked, concerned
"Its just that, well, do we want to take this huge step when we are about to be apart for so long again?"
"Peyton, I love you. And even though we will be apart, this night will always be a reminder of how much I love you."
"I, umm…I've never done this before." Peyton said, slightly embarrassed. "I'm not exactly sure-"
Peyton was cut off by Brooke's finger on her lips. "It doesn't matter Peyton. Believe me, just your kiss drives me insane. This will be a learning experience for us both."
"But you've done this all before."
"Not with you though. Not the woman that I am so head over heels in love with. Believe me Pey, that makes everything so much different. We'll do this together."
Peyton smiled and nodded. "Ok."
"Ok." Brooke smiled back and kissed Peyton again.
That night, the girls expressed their love in a completely new way. They explored each other, and formed a deeper bond than they had had before. And no matter what the future held, they would always remember how they felt about each other that night; a strong love that neither had experienced before, and never would with any other person. Everything just seemed to be perfect that night when it came to their love for each other.