I decided to make this a story instead of a one-shot and I've been going a little edit happy on the couple of chapters that I already have written, so sue me, unless you think I own any of the characters because I don't.
Chapter 2
This is so fucking ridiculous, Brooke thought as she sat at the counter in the kitchen looking through the pile of tabloids Milicent had sent to her the day before. You would think that I was the first ever lesbian. She huffed flipping through a tabloid that had multiple pictures of her and Peyton out together from stalker angles. Throwing the magazine to the side she looked at the next one that read: Who turned Brooke Davis gay? To go along with this cover, there were pictures of all the guys she had rumored to have dated; somehow even Lucas and Nathan's pictures were there. "Fucking Victoria", I know she had something to do with this; she fumed tossing the magazine in the same direction as the last one. If Brooke was annoyed by the last couple of magazine covers she had seen, you could call her agitatedly pissed off at the one before her now. The cover was spilt down the middle with Brooke and Victoria on either side while the title read, The Davis' at War, blood red is the color this season. Actually opening this magazine to read the article, Brooke sat at the counter stewing, not noticing Peyton sleepily walk in the room.
"Where the hell did my pillow go?" Peyton yawned as she rested her head on Brooke's shoulder and draped her arms around her from behind.
"This is such bullshit" the brunette spit out, having not been paying attention to what Peyton had said.
"Baby what's got you so frustrated at 7 in the morning?" the blonde asked while pushing brown locks aside, laying kisses on the back of Brooke's neck and shoulder.
"Peyt stop" the preoccupied brunette said, swatting at the blonde like a fly. "She is such a bitch!" she stated, still having her eyes to the pages in front of her.
"Of course she is" Peyton said eyeing the tabloid then moving to stand with her back on the counter Brooke was sitting at, "But what did she do now?" she asked as she picked up Brooke's forgotten coffee mug and drank from it.
"What she always does!" she whined "Listen to this…Heading into fashion week, murder might just be on the runway as designer Brooke Davis and mother Victoria Davis go to war over Clothes Over Bros" Brooke read the story in the slightly raised voice she uses when nearing wits end.
Placing a hand on Brooke's upper thigh, Peyton leaned in on Brooke, "Baby, please stop reading those" she said, using her other hand to push the magazines aside, she placed gentle kisses on Brooke's lips and moved down her neck.
"But I know that Victoria is behind all of this negative publicity" she said in a slightly husky voice, already starting to lose concentration on her argument at Peyton's actions.
"Brooke?" Peyton murmured against Brooke's throat, feeling the other girl pull her closer by the hips.
"Humm?" she barely answered, all of the designer's concentration now focusing on the pulse point that her fiancée was sucking on.
"I'm about to take you on the counter, so could you please stop saying your mother's name?" she asked, biting the soft skin that was under her teeth at the end of her question.
Groaning, Brooke shifted Peyton so that her body was in between her own legs, she knew Peyton knew full well what she was doing. Brooke loved when Peyton talked aggressive, though the blonde rarely ever got to take the upper hand due to the effect it had on Brooke. The blonde knew that a couple of strategically placed words in her lover's presence was like throwing a match on gasoline. And now was no different as brown and green connected and Brooke helped to lift Peyton onto the counter. Placing her hands on Peyton's thighs, Brooke got up from her seat and stepped as far as she could in between her legs and attached their lips again. As her tongue maneuvered around Peyton's mouth laying claim to already possessed territory, Brooke started to move her hands up her thighs, under her shirt and to her breast, squeezing them hard. She was always like a different person when Peyton started moaning, she couldn't concentrate on anything but the woman in front of her. She knew how to please or tease Peyton if necessary; she had a very sensitive body as it was. So when Brooke started to firmly squeeze on one of Peyton's nipples, the blonde started to squirm on the counter top.
"Uh…Brooke", she moaned as she let her head loll back giving Brooke more space to work with as Brooke moved from cheek to ear, down her throat and to her collarbone. Peyton lifted her left hand and let her fingers pass through Brooke's shoulder length locks, palming the back of her head to hold her where she was. Her right hand moving to her thigh to cover Brooke's and guide it higher. Though Brooke always started off teasing Peyton, she did like how Peyton would not so subtly tell her what to do. Now was no different, as Brooke let Peyton hold her head still while she went to kiss and lick her way down the blonde's chest, and let her manipulate her hand like she was a puppet and move it towards her favorite place in the world. But Brooke was no puppet and though she didn't know what Brooke would do, Peyton knew she would do something. That's why it was no surprise when Brooke halted her hand's assent by slightly pinching the inside of Peyton's thigh.
"Fuuuck Brooke" the blonde music producer groaned at the heady feeling from the mix of pain and pleasure. She knew since they were kids that the brunette liked to be in control and that hadn't changed when they started dating. True to form Brooke gently took both of Peyton's hands and guided them to the counter top face down.
"Keep them there" the brunette softly ordered as she moved to unbutton Peyton's shirt and further have her way with her favorite blonde who was very compliant and relaxed now. But as Brooke licked, sucked and nipped all over Peyton's top half, the blonde scooted forward on the counter and slowly started to grind against Brooke's stomach.
"Oh God, Peyt", Brooke's libido went into overdrive as she gripped the other girl's waist, helping her with the grinding process and moved back up to claim her lips again. She was never able to resist the way that Peyton moved her hips, no matter what she was doing. And even though Brooke teased the hell out of Peyton, she was not one for foreplay. She always thought 'why wait and eat dessert after dinner when you could have it for breakfast'. Smirking into the kiss while her hands moved over Peyton's hips, under her shorts and grabbed her ass firmly she thought she is having her dessert for breakfast.
"Brooke, please I…please stop teasing" Peyton mumbled as she pulled away for air. Although Peyton was use to Brooke winding her up so that her release would be delicious, due to their conflicting schedules all week they hadn't even been able to get in a quickie. So Peyton rocked her hips into Brooke once more to persuade her to move the process along.
When she looked into the darkened green eyes of her lover she knew that her blonde tressed beauty was in need of something that she was the only person to ever give her. She could also say that even with Peyton's hands slightly behind her and herself standing in between her legs, she had had Peyton open wider on numerous occasions. She also knew that with Peyton swiveling her hips and pouting like that, that the next couple of minutes would probably have the blonde screaming her name with no effort at all. This would definitely be fast and rough because they hadn't been with each other in like a week. That being her last thought, she moved her left hand to Peyton's hair gripping it tightly and claimed her lips again, this time roughly making Peyton moan loudly, she slide her right hand in between them to give one firm press and swipe to her girl's hot spot. Right as she was about to go two knuckles deep their front door opened.
"Hey Brooke I heard we turned you gay" the voice of one Nathan Scott came booming through the house.
Brooke and Peyton jumped from the sound of the voice and scrambled to get decent, but not in time as Nathan, Lucas and Haley came around the corner and into the kitchen. This might have been the quietest the kitchen had ever been with five grown adults standing in it.
"We did turn you gay!" Nathan said as he stared between the two girls.
Turning bright red, Peyton hurriedly re-buttoned her shirt while Brooke turned toward the three new arrivals behind her in hopes of shielding Peyton from their view.
"So fucking hot" He continued as he couldn't help but to stare wide eyed at the almost half naked blonde spread out like a cheese platter on the kitchen counter.
"Nathan" Both Brooke and Haley shouted as they simultaneously slapped him on the arms.
"Quit staring at her like that" Brooke said hotly as she eyed both guys still watching an embarrassed Peyton redo her shirt.
"Sorry" was the mumbled response as they both averted their eyes.
"Oh God, I'm so glad we left Jamie with Skillz this morning" Haley said as she put her hand to her head.
"To what do we owe the pleasure so bright and early on a Saturday morning?" Brooke asked irriatedly as she caught the way Lucas was still watching Peyton.
"We saw these when we were checking out at the grocery store this morning and came to see how you guys were doing" Haley said, holding up some of the same tabloids that Brooke had been looking at earlier.
"Yeah, but if we knew you were doing each other we would've waited…or watched through the window" he chuckled as he watched Brooke move forward to let Peyton slide off the counter and onto a barstool.
"You're such a fucking perv Nate" Brooke said as Peyton opened her legs and Brooke leaned back against her.
"I'm a lucky girl" Haley stated sarcastically as everyone moved around the kitchen to find somewhere to sit.
"Cat got your tongue Broody?" Brooke couldn't help but comment as she caught the way he looked at Peyton again. I fucking hate the way he's always staring at her.
"I…I didn't know you had a tattoo Peyton" he said watching the only other blonde in the room.
"Yeah um, Brooke and I got matching tattoos for our 16th birthdays" she said, hating that he had seen the tattoo on her pelvic bone. Feeling Brooke tense at Lucas' comment Peyton draped her arms over Brooke's shoulders, figuring she wasn't alone in her thoughts.
Sensing the mood change Haley tried to change the subject as well with the tabloids, "Oh, I see you guys have already been to the store this morning".
"Tutor Girl, no one is up shopping at 6 o'clock in the morning" Brooke stated, glad to be off of the subject of Peyton's tattoo.
"Hey, we are" Nathan said while waving his thumb in between himself and Lucas.
"That's because you're both Haley's bitches" she stated matter of factly.
"So if Peyton asked you to go to the store with her you wouldn't?" Nathan asked.
"Peyton and I have way better things to do that early in the morning" Brooke smirked.
"Clearly", Nathan said with a wolfish grin on his face.
"Oh God" Peyton said while dropping her head on her arm that rested on Brooke's shoulder.
"Moving on…" Haley stated, trying to get Nathan to stop teasing their two friends for something they had all known for years.
"Please?" Peyton mumbled with her head still down, willing her face to turn back to its natural color.
"Are you guys okay with all of this?" Haley continued for no other reason now than to grant Peyton's wish.
"Yeah I mean is this true? I thought you fired your mom." Lucas pointed to the tabloid, finally commented on something that wasn't central to Peyton as he usually did.
"Yeah well, it turns out it's harder than you'd think to fire someone who works for you. It turns out that she owns a nice little chunk of stock in COB and can't be fired but has to be voted out by me and the board members in some stupid board meeting." The brunette started to ramble again and Peyton just slightly squeezed her, knowing there wasn't a whole lot else she could do with their friends standing there staring at them.
"How much stock? I mean can she take the company from you?" Nathan asked all jokes aside now. Though Nathan clowned around a lot he also knew that by the look on Brooke's face that this situation was serious. Nathan knew that Victoria never wanted anything to do with Brooke and was never even around until it started to benefit her own bank account. He could attest to this, he had known Brooke and Peyton since the age of 5 and they all had the same kindergarten teacher. Oh how I hated Mrs. Juniper. He knew growing up that you might see Brooke's parents two to three times a year if you were lucky. They were her closest friends and they weren't often that lucky, most of the times they saw them they had luggage in tow, heading out the door. It wasn't hard to figure out that the only reason for the rare sighting was generally poor time management on her parent's part. That's why when the opportunity to start COB came and she told him she would be working with her mother, he told her to proceed with caution. Usually he could count on Peyton to watch the brunette's back but with them on opposite sides of the country getting their hands dirty in their careers of choice there really wasn't that option. So standing in their kitchen now, having this conversation with them felt like something, and he didn't know what, was coming back to bite them in the ass. Karma. No, Victoria's got a bigger bite.
"I Still own the majority of COB with 57%, but I was talking to my lawyer's and it seems like the only two options are to completely buy her out or let her have her way, and the last one is not an option." Brooke stated with a shrug of her shoulders while rubbing the arms wrapped around her neck. She thought back to Victoria's subtle ultimatum of her or Peyton and Brooke wanted to laugh at Victoria for thinking that decision hadn't already been made years ago. Even when they spilt up after high school, with Brooke going east and Peyton going west, the two girls still constantly talked and visited each other like the best friends they always were to begin with. Had Victoria ever been around she would have known that any decision Brooke made, she made with the blonde in mind. It had about killed her when they decided to go opposite ways in the pursuit of furthering their career choices, but after four years of visits between the two and hook-ups in the middle, her favorite being a tie between Iowa and Kansas because Peyton got super country there, they finally made the best decision they had in years and moved back home together.
"And you're financially okay to just buy her out? I mean you don't need any help?" Nathan asked, making sure Brooke was thinking clearly and that this wouldn't put a strain on his second and third favorite girls in the world.
"Yeah Brooke you're not worried?" Haley spoke up always the voice of reason for the group.
"Don't you think I would be at work instead of trying to fuck Peyton the kitchen counter if I was worried?" The fashion designer said making everyone in the room turn a slight shade of pink, with Peyton's being a little redder than everyone else.
"Brooke" Peyton half shrieked, truly embarrassed by her girlfriend's lack of tact. Though she wasn't at all shocked, this isn't even the raunchiest thing she'd said to others.
"Sorry" she said apologizing to Peyton first and then addressing the group again, "Me and Peyt talked about if Victoria tries to jack the price up and she'll help if I it comes to that, it isn't like the label is hurting for money right now with these damn instant superstars that she's over there creating. Anyways I don't want to talk about this anymore, it's putting a damper on this oh so nice day we have in front of us. So Nathan put your big brother in your pocket, Haley put your over-concerned mother in your fabulous handbag, Peyt put that red bikini on and Lucas…put your tongue back in your mouth. We need to get Jamie, call the rest of the gang and head to the beach." Brooke finished up her whirlwind with a cheerful smile.
Who could deny that it was a beautiful day that needed to be enjoyed, so after about twenty more minutes of half ass planning and calling other friends they headed their separate ways to get ready for fun in the sun. And surly with a bunch of high school friends mixed with new ones getting together in board shorts and bikinis to try and ward off the heat at the beach could only be fun right? They were taking a child with them and that worked as a censor of sorts…right?
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