a/n: I know I promised steam but as I wrote this it turned out to be a bit more on the raunchy side than I first anticipated, so if you think it's a bit much then you might just want to skip down to the middle. The title of this chapter is from the song by The Arctic Monkeys
I Am Much Too Alone In This World
Disclaimer: all characters are the property of the cw
Chapter 4: Fluorescent Adolescent
Sunlight pours through the window and Brooke is deep in thought as she lies in bed with Rachel, listening to the seagulls early morning songs. One of the many facets of their relationship that Brooke adores is their honesty. True, Rachel can be romantic when she wants to be but Brooke loves that redhead has no use for pretty words. Instead of spouting off confusing quotes from dead writers, trying to make herself sound deep and quixotic, Rachel will plainly state what she means. If she wants to make love to Brooke, she'll say so. If she needs to be fucked, she'll demand it, and if she just needs to lay silently with Brooke in her arms, staring at her with that 'I can't believe you're mine' look, she'll do it.
"I have something for you." Rachel announces as she rolls over to her side of the bed to retrieve a shiny gold box with a big bow, from her night-stand. Handing it over she wraps her arm around her lovers waist to keep her from bouncing right off the bed in excitement.
"A present for me?" Brooke exclaims, then looks back at Rachel pouting, "but I didn't get you anything."
"Just open the box already Penelope," rolling her eyes, "trust me it's a gift the both of us can enjoy." she adds as Brooke rips off the bow and lifts the box lid.
"We've only been sleeping together for a few weeks and already you're resorting to marital aids?" Brooke questions sardonically, eyeing the contents of the box.
"Oh don't act like you've never used one before, we were roommates remember? I found your little goody box not so cleverly hidden under your bed." she laughs when Brooke blushes, playfully hitting her shoulder before becoming serious, "Look, I…when it comes to sex, I know what your used to and I just want to make sure that your getting everything that you need from this relationship. Physically as well as emotionally."
"You are all that I need, Rachel. More than I ever could have wished for in my wildest dreams." Brooke smiles, touched that her lover is always thinking about her even if the concerns in that department are unfounded. Cupping the redheads face, she presses her lips to Rachel's kiss swollen ones.
"Alright, now that was so saccharine sweet that I'm gonna get a cavity. And as for this," lifting the indigo colored phallic shaped toy out of the box, "I was saving it for a special occasion but I woke up with a burning desire to fuck you into the mattress." placing open mouth kisses to her lovers neck, just underneath her ear to the spot she knows will make Brooke purr.
"Why Miss. Gattina," Brooke gasps mockingly as she raises a hand to her chest, "you're so vulgar."
"I'm simply a girl who knows what she wants and right now I want you in every position imaginable, and a few that aren't." capturing her lovers mouth she silences Brooke's reply.
Strapping on the harness and prepping the long thick toy, Rachel cautiously eases into her and Brooke flinches slightly, spreading her legs a little wider. It's been almost a year since she's been filled this way and Brooke would be lying if she said she didn't miss it. Owen had turned out to be a lost cause and a total waste of her time to boot. Leave it to Rachel to know exactly what she needs and coming up with a way to fulfill that desire.
Giving her a moment for her inner muscles to adjust to the intrusion, Rachel props herself up onto her elbows, ducking her head down to pepper soft kisses all around Brooke's face. Brooke emits a long pleasurable sigh as Rachel retracts then surges forward and they fall into a slow steady rhythm with Brooke eagerly meeting each roll of Rachel's hips.
It takes a few moments for the distant ringing of the doorbell to filter through their lust filled haze and when Brooke moves to get up, Rachel gently pushes her back down.
"Shit, that's probably Peyton, she and Haley were dropping by this morning for wedding brainstorming." Brooke groans as Rachel continues to thrust.
"Ignore it and maybe they'll go away." she pants, kissing Brooke passionately.
"She still has a key, if I don't answer she'll let herself in."
"Fine, let her come on up to get an eyeful, maybe then she'll quit dropping by so damn early." securing one arm around Brooke's waist she pulls the other girls undulating hips as close as she can get. Yanking the pillows from behind Brooke's head she tosses them to the wayside, not caring as it knocks the tableside lamp to the hardwood floor with a crash. Clasping their free hands together above the brunette's head she's spurred on by the lustful sounds the other girls making, drowning out the approaching footsteps.
"Dammit you guys!" Peyton shrieks, backing out of the bedroom she fumbles to cover her eyes while balancing the magazines and venue brochures in her hands. Finally giving up she huffs, "Why didn't you say something, oh whatever… just never mind. Brooke call me later, preferably after Gattina dismounts." beating a hasty retreat down the hallway Peyton shakes her head in amusement as laughter intermingling with throaty moans follows her to the front door.
Flipping the brunette over she positions Brooke on all fours before driving back into her body hard and deep. Her wild hair is tumbling in her face, Rachel's pounding fiercely into her, Brooke feels a hand snake up her chest to grab her breast and tweak her harden nipple. Mewing in pleasure she clutches the edge of the mattress so hard she's afraid she'll rip it. Sex has never been like this before, so raw and animalistic. She's never allowed herself to be this free and uninhibited with anyone else.
Rachel utters a low growl in her ear, biting into Brooke's shoulder then soothing the abrasion with her warm tongue. Brooke's supporting both of their weights now, Rachel's erect nipples gliding over her slick back with every thrust has her on sensory overload. Then Rachel angles her hips hitting that perfect spot over and over, her fingers simultaneously stimulating that little bundle of nerves, sending shockwaves throughout her entire body and she screams out her orgasm dragging her lover along for the ride.
Collapsing in a heap onto the bed Brooke feels an immediate sense of loss as Rachel pulls out of her and throws their new toy to the side. Rachel returns shortly, placing her arms around Brooke and kissing her softly to put an end to her whimpering. "See, I told you. Bet they won't be barging in on us anytime soon."
"Hey you decent?" Rachel asks poking her head through the door of Sam's room at the clinic.
"Well I suppose it all depends on who you ask." comes a sarcastic reply.
"You fit in so well with us it's not even funny." Rachel smirks, pushing the door open all the way, she lifts an overnight bag up onto Sam's bed. "Brought you a change of clothes, though I forgot you already have your little hobo sack packed when you bailed but there's a heavier sweatshirt in there that Brooke made for your birthday."
Unzipping the bag, Sam finds the dark grey hoodie right on top. Lifting it out of the bag, she runs her hand over it to inspect the handstitched design of a wildcat on the back with the word Feral emblazed in shiny red letters. Sam sniffles and inconspicuously tries to wipe away the tears gathering in her eyes. Rachel sits on the bed beside her, looping her arm around Sam's shoulders to pull her into a hug and squeezes tighter when she feels tears quietly soaking through her shirt.
She's not sure for how long they've been sitting in that position but when Sam's tears finally dry and the young girl pulls away her own eyes are puffy and red. Rachel grabs a tissue from the box on the side table, dabbing at her eyes and tries to compose herself. "Brooke should be almost finished with your paperwork so go ahead and get dressed and we'll be waiting for you outside, okay?"
Sam nods her head, trying in vain to keep the emotional damn intact. She turns her back on the door and takes several breathes to control herself but almost loses it again when Rachel presses a kiss to the top of her head and whispers, "Love you, kiddo." before slipping out the door.
They've been home for several hours and after convincing Mother Hen Brooke that she can walk just fine own her own, the three ladies have settled in the living room watching t.v. and polishing off Sam's birthday cake.
"Quit eating all of the strawberry mousse, fat ass!" Rachel sighs exasperatedly, pushing Brooke's spoon away from the plate they are sharing.
"If anything I'm doing you a favor, all those calories you've inhaled are sure to burst your lap band." Brooke laughs, using her spoon as a sword and fighting off Rachel's rebuffs.
Sam shakes her head in amusement, over the past few weeks she has grown accustom to her guardians playful banter and is surprised to note that she finds comfort in their constant sparring laced with sexual innuendo, that is once she learned how to filter most of it out. Putting up her mental mind barrier only works for so long and certain words seems to still trickle through, such as, 'frosting, tongue and moan' but it doesn't take a genius to piece together that word puzzle so she decides to interrupt before the amorous pair puts on a floor show.
"So," Sam clears her throat to gain their attention and hopefully put a stop to whatever those movements underneath the blanket draped across their laps were. "exactly how much trouble am I in this time?" bracing herself for the worst she's floored when Brooke simply shrugs, licking the sweet buttercream frosting from her spoon.
"You ran off into a rainstorm, passed out in the streets and had to be taken to a clinic to have your appendix removed. Fate saw fit for you to end up someplace safe where an old friend was there to take care of you until we arrived, I see no need for punishment."
"That's all it takes to escape the iron claw of justice, losing an internal organ?" Sam snorts in disbelief.
"Pick up an extra shift at the store and Lisa could use your help with running messages next Thursday other than that, we'll call it squaresies."
Sam sits waiting for the other shoe to drop, no way has she ever gotten off this easy before. At her previous foster homes when she decided to split no one so much as lifted a finger to stop her but here, Brooke and Rachel compiled a squadron to help search for her and that act of love was something wholly unfamiliar to Sam. Attempting to test her boundaries, she adverts her eyes and tentatively asks,
"These messenger deliveries Lisa's gonna need help with, am I suppose to walk or…?"
"Why would you walk when we got you a brand spanking new scooter?" Rachel rolls her eyes at the teen
Sam's gaze shoots up, her heart in her throat and she prays that the redhead isn't teasing her. "So, I get to keep the Vespa?"
"Of course, it was a gift Sam." Brooke says quietly. Her heart breaking at the thought that Sam believed her presents would be taken away. How awful Sam's childhood must have been that she thinks every bit of kindness shown to her comes with strings attached. That thought and the grateful look in the teenagers eyes further cements the belief that her second gift was indeed the right choice.
Straightening in her seat, she takes the plate of icing and cake crumbs from Rachel's hands to place it on the coffee table, picking up a manila envelope she set aside earlier.
"There is a second part to your birthday gift that Rach and I hope you'll like just as much." handing over the envelope to the curious teen, she looks to Rachel for a supportive smile.
"If this is the ownership papers to my very own pony I'm gonna lose it?" Sam jokes, shaking the contents of the sealed envelope.
"Just open it and read, smartass." Brooke rolls her eyes, anxiously biting her lip as Sam tears it open and begins to skim the legal documents.
A minute passes, then two, they're sitting in apprehensive silence for four and a half minutes and Brooke starts to worry that this is too much too soon.
"Is this," Sam's voice is hoarse and she's clutching the edges of the documents for dear life, "you want to adopt me, for real?"
The astonishment in the teens voice, that someone would find her worthy enough to want her to be their daughter, rips Rachel's heart in half. Before she knows it she's pulling Sam up on the couch to squeeze in between her and Brooke and engulfing them both in a desperate hug.
