Part 63

Brooke yelped, bursting into laughter as she was physically lifted into the air. She quickly wrapped her legs securely around Peyton's waist as she was carried into their bedroom.

"You're crazy!" Brooke cried out as she was dumped onto their bed with a bounce. Her eyes were wide in surprise but a thread of excitement was starting to grow. She shook her head and looked over at the blonde standing there at the bottom of the bed. Was she really going to allow this to happen?

"And you're overdressed." Peyton replied placing her hands on the bedspread then climbing on and making her way slowly over Brooke's body to hover above her. "Hm, maybe we can even things up, huh?" She said leaning down and kissing Brooke on the mouth.

Brooke breathed out slowly as they parted. She should feel vulnerable or nervous but truthfully, she just felt loved. She lifted her hand and caressed Peyton's face as she held the blonde's gaze. She trailed her fingers faintly over Peyton's grinning lips before cupping the back of her head and pulling her back down to her waiting lips.

Peyton giggled as they eased apart. As she stared lovingly into Brooke's dark eyes she tugged at the waistband of the sweats Brooke was wearing. "These have got to go!" She said with a smile.

Was Brooke going to let this happen? Yes. Yes she was.

"Well?" Brooke replied challengingly as she lifted her hips.

Peyton rewarded Brooke with a deep kiss before making her way down the other girls body, letting her lips kiss and nip at exposed skin as she went. She took her time, exploring this new territory she hoped to lay claim to over the next few hours. There wasn't an inch of Brooke's body that she wanted to leave out. This moment, this gift, it was the most precious experience Peyton would ever share with Brooke, and she had no intention of rushing it.

Brooke taking her out on the loveseat had been hot and perfect at that moment, but Peyton wanted this time to be just that bit more special, more meaningful. She wanted to give Brooke that perfect memory of their first time together, not just for Brooke but for the both of them.

Brooke lifted herself onto her elbows and watched Peyton closely. The blonde didn't seem to take much notice of the fading marks on her body, but then it wasn't like this was the first time Peyton had seen her without clothes on.

She monitored her own reaction as Peyton's lips traced the scars on her body that she could reach. It was strange to witness, but not as scary as she'd thought it would be. She was excited, something Peyton would have plenty of evidence of when the last of her clothing was removed, but what really surprised Brooke was that there wasn't a growing ball of fear in the pit of her stomach.

She was nervous and still a little apprehensive of Peyton taking this risk with her, but the idea of being intimate with Peyton, being made love to by Peyton, was more thrilling than terrifying at this point.

Green eyes looked up from between Brooke's legs to see smouldering chocolate coloured eyes staring back at her. "Still okay?" She asked softly, her fingers itching to lower the material at her fingertips.

Swallowing Brooke nodded her head quickly. "Uh huh."

Chuckling at the rapid head movements, Peyton dropped a final lingering kiss to the skin just below Brooke's belly button before slowly moving down the rest of Brooke's body taking the sweatpants with her and tossing them behind her onto the floor.

Kneeling there, with Brooke's almost naked body spread out in front of her made Peyton's heart skip a beat. "You are so beautiful." She said in a breathy whisper that floated in the air.

Brooke blushed and glanced away bashfully. Her stomach had erupted into a mass of trapped butterflies as she struggled to just lie there exposed as Peyton's eyes racked over her body. It was hard not to want to cover herself, even if just with her hands. What kept her still was that it was Peyton Sawyer looking at her, and when those emerald eyes had locked onto hers all she saw there was pure unadulterated love.

An emotion that was unexpected and very daunting. Brooke almost didn't want to believe it or put her trust in it. How could she when she had so little experience of it?

But with Peyton she had nothing to be afraid of. Not anymore.

Peyton Sawyer was the only person Brooke could give that trust to now, and she planned on giving it to the blonde tonight with every bit of her heart. She owed Peyton that much.

A tug at her ear forced Brooke to turn her head back around and come face to face with Peyton as the blonde crowded over her once more.

Peyton kissed her way along Brooke's cheek to claim her lips. They kissed slowly, neither feeling the need to rush.

"That was nice." Brooke said thickly, her fingers tracing their way over Peyton's skin to rest at her hips.

Still supporting her own weight and keeping her body from resting on Brooke, Peyton let out a shaky breath. "Can I make love to you Brooke Penelope Davis?" She asked, desperate for this moment, for them to connect on a level that would show Brooke just how she felt.

"You're crying." Brooke whispered, wiping at the tear forming in the corner of Peyton's eye.

Peyton grinned, blinking to clear her vision. "Nervous."

"Why?"

Looking shy, Peyton admitted, "I've never made love before."

Brooke thought that was about the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her before. She rewarded Peyton with a slow meaningful kiss, their lips brushing together as their tongues touched and danced. "That's okay Blondie, neither have I."

"Well," Peyton's stomach fluttered with anticipation. "We can probably figure this out between us then." She said, wanting Brooke to feel she was just as in control of their lovemaking as she was.

Brooke tugged on a strand of bleached blonde hair. "Sounds like fun."

Peyton leaned down and nipped at Brooke's bottom lip before slipping her tongue back into Brooke's mouth.

"Oh, it will be Brooke, it will be."

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Peyton woke to darkness and the sound of rattling winds outside.

She eyed the blinking LED lights of the bedside alarm clock, grunting gratefully when she saw that there was still a few hours left worth of sleep time before the day needed to start.

Shifting, Peyton yawned sleepily and adjusted her hold on her bed partner, nuzzling into the warm skin of Brooke's neck before closing her eyes again and letting her breathing slow and deepen.

When she woke the second time, the first thing she noticed wasn't the rain hitting the room window or the increased noise from the storm outside, it was that Brooke's space beside her was empty.

Frowning, Peyton rubbed at her face as she climbed out of bed, pulling on the first tee she found as she made her way out of their bedroom.

"Brooke?"

She listened carefully as she paused in the hallway but there was no answer.

Peyton stuck her head into the bathroom first before walking out into the front of the apartment, where she found the door was laying open.

Concerned Peyton made her way over and stepped out, there was Brooke standing at the corner of the wraparound landing, staring out at the storm with a blanket wrapped around her.

Brooke felt a presence and turned to see Peyton stood there. She grinned as the blonde slowly made her way over, opening her arms and offering the taller girl shared use of her cover. She flinched at Peyton's cold hands but having Peyton with her now made her feel complete.

She turned back around as Peyton took possession of the cover and wrapped it around her back and pulled Brooke into her body, encasing her in a warm hold. She let out a sigh as she looked out from their semi-sheltered position on the landing. Although the wind was wiping about around them dousing their exposed faces in a fine spray of rain, it wasn't at all cold.

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

Peyton blinked, her eyebrow hiking up at Brooke's statement. "What is?" She asked because all she could see was a pretty bad-ass storm kicking around their home and threatening to ruin her after morning glow that she'd hoped to bask in all day.

"All of it, the wind, the rain…isn't it amazing just how powerful nature can be?" Brooke asked looking over as a trash can was knocked over by a gust of wind sending garbage across a driveway further down their street.

"Yeah. Amazing." Peyton agree tonelessly as she watched the trash spread over onto a neighbouring yard. Maybe it was just too early in the morning but what really amazed Peyton was the fact that they both weren't cuddled up in their bed right now instead of stood out here.

Oblivious, Brooke continued, "I kinda wanna go out there and just stand in it, you know? Be part of it."

Peyton glanced down at the girl in her arms and shook her head. "If you even make the motion of spreading your arms out and singing like a horse this relationship is over." She said in all seriousness.

Brooke's turned in Peyton's arms, sliding her own arms around the blonde's waist and tucking herself against Peyton's body.

"Such a romantic." She said in a fake dreamy tone as she batted her eyelashes up at her girlfriend.

Peyton was a little disturbed by Brooke's idea that a storm could be romantic and struggled not to retort in her usual sarcastic tone. You do not disagree with your girlfriend if you know what's good for you! She thought to herself wisely. So instead she kissed the tip of Brooke's nose softly. She might not be with the brunette on the whole Mother Nature thing, but that wasn't to say she didn't have her own ideas on romance.

"What I am feeling is the both of us going back inside, doing our bit for the environment by conserving our water use, and maybe sharing a good morning kiss or two before we have to leave for school in this lovely weather of yours." Peyton said, finishing with a wink and a smile.

"You just want to get me naked!" Brooke replied trying to look offended but not being very successful.

Peyton's eyes shot wide open. "Can you blame me?" She asked before tightening her hold on Brooke and shaking her a little. "You're hot!"

Laughing, Brooke broke free and started for their door. She looked back over her shoulder at the slowly approaching blonde and said, "I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Only the really pretty ones." Peyton replied quickly, earning a scowl from her girlfriend.

Brooke pouted. "Maybe you can call one of them to shower with then."

Peyton held back a smile as she made her way to the brunette. "You wouldn't really kick me out of your shower would you?" She asked with a mournful expression on her face.

Brooke rolled her eyes, needing to build up her resistance to that particular look. "You're just lucky I need help washing my back." She muttered turning and heading into the apartment.

Peyton grinned at her success. "You know I'll make sure all those hard to reach places get a good scrub babe!" She called out to her disappearing girlfriend. Hearing a muffled response she entered and closed the door making sure to lock it as she looked forward to getting wet once more, only this time it would be a lot more fun.

"Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide…I'm gonna find you, and make you want me!" She sang loudly with a happy grin splitting her face as she made her way to the end of the hall and the bathroom door.

She purposely bypassed the bedroom, having no intention of dressing until it was an absolute necessity. She didn't think Brooke would object to her idea if the t-shirt and panties lying outside the open bathroom door were anything to go by.

Stepping into the room, Peyton leaned back against the now closed door and eyed the naked body stood under the spray. She swallowed hard as she watched water droplets caress Brooke's skin remembering her mouth and fingers trailing over those same curves of Brooke's body only a few hours ago.

Brooke watched Peyton for a few moments, still surprised at how easy it was to read the desire the blonde had for her clear in her expression. But she was getting used to it.

"You going to stand there or are you going to join me Peyt?"

Locking her gaze with Brooke's Peyton pulled off her top, the only item of clothing she wore, and stepped quickly into the bath pushing her body into Brooke and capturing her lips in a heated kiss as she pushed her up against the wall.

Brooke moaned in pleasure and surprise but soon her hands were wrapped in blonde strands of hair as she fought for control of the kiss.

Peyton grinned as Brooke nipped at her bottom and cupped her between the legs, her fingers slipping between her folds with purpose. That earned Brooke a healthy moan from the blonde.

Peyton was all for getting clean, but she planned on getting very, very dirty first.

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AN/ How long has it been? No, ssh, wait, don't answer that! I don't wanna know.

All I can do is state that I am sorry for the extended wait for a new chapter and hope you'll forgive me. (you guys are nice like that!)

I will confess that I did try to write a more graphic chapter than this but I just couldn't post it, sadly I just find it a little embarrassing to write, so I re-wrote and re-wrote and have accepted that I'm more of a fade to black type of writer. I'm sorry if this disappoints some of you because you have all invested your time into reading this and I want you all to enjoy the rest of the story. I just can't do anything more explicit than you have read so far.

So from the bottom of my heart – thank you for reading!

On a plus note I'm thinking of starting a new Breyton fic soon. And by soon I mean around Christmas. You can let me know if you all can put up with another poorly updated fic or not.

Next time!