Disclaimer: I own nothing, no one, no how, no way. Characters to Ryan Murphy.
A/N: Not going to promise anything, but here's an update. Wish me luck finishing more!
ALSO. I wanted to draw something bigger than any story I could tell to your attention: Sam and Brooke, Serena and Blair, Santana and Brittany. All clearly (or subtextly) lesbian couples (or so I'm told, never watched/read Gossip Girl), but yeah, pretty sure there's some conspiracy there, what with those S and B names. Ahem.
Prompt: Autumn
Time for leaves, time to leave. Good thing she'd be back in a week. That little fact didn't stop Sam from kissing Brooke silly the day before the blonde jetted off to the other side of the country for a workshop.
"Brooooooke, you're such a tease."
"Sammie, you're such a dork…"
"Oh, really? Brooke, you're going to law school, right? Prove your case. I'm innocent of dorkustry until proven."
"Because you have evidence…?"
"I do. Those bedroom eyes, that seductive smirk. You say you'll go out with me, get me all hot" Sam sauntered over, slipping her hands under Brooke's loosely hanging hoodie, pulling Brooke's hips and torso into hers. She practically hissed the last word, emphasizing the warmth of her breath as it hit Brooke's neck, "…and bothered." She dropped her gaze, pouted, and looked off at the wall, "And then a week later you run off to the other side of the country. A tease. Every jury in the world would convict you."
"Well, you know me, I'm all about the teasing and not about the pleasing." Brooke twirled out of Sam's arms to her half packed suitcase strewn among various clothes on her bed. "And for all the laws and addendums I've decoded and memorized in the past week, I'm still trying to figure out why you conceded to dating me."
"Me too. Guess I'm just a masochist." Sam settled against the doorframe, watching lithe arms sort through clothes. "Can I at least help you pack?" Get that bed cleared off a little faster…
Brooke didn't entirely trust the smirk that accompanied that offer, but she directed Sam to her closet. "Find the light blue sweater."
"The one that makes you look really cute?"
"Yeah, Sam, that one." Brooke rolled her eyes.
"Oh, but that's all of them."
"Such a dork." Brooke's lips tightened into a smile and held back a chuckle. "The one with the lace around the cuffs." Sam shuffled through some clothes, then sauntered over to the bed, delicately laying the top in question atop the suitcase.
"There. All done." Brooke closed and zipped the suitcase. She shifted to look Sam in the eyes. "You're really gonna miss me, aren't you?"
"Yeah." Sam nodded, disconnecting her eyes from Brooke's before letting a bittersweet smile pull itself onto her lips. She made a small hmmf sound, and looked back up, the stream of hot tension reinstating itself between the two. "I actually, really think I will."
Brooke smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear, fluidly bridging the cold, unbearable physical gap between her hand and Sam's shoulders, letting gravity slide her hand down to Sam's stomach. A little pressure guided Sam back onto the plush pillowtop bed. Brooke sat, holding her place above Sam. Her right hand curled on Sam's shirt, in one motion slipping up under the fabric to press the taut skin underneath. She smiled as Sam gasped and tensed, delighting in the writhing, clenching muscle beneath her palm.
"Mmmm… too bad I'm just a tease." Brooke still hovered above Sam, biting her lower lip, challenging Sam with her eyes.
"Who inexplicably spends her time teasing a dork," came the husky reply from Sam.
"A sexy dork." Brooke drew herself up, "My sexy dork." She pressed herself down onto her sexy dork, slipping their bodies together, silencing the smirk that threatened to ruin their goodbyes.