Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one, the characters belong to Ryan Murphy
A/N: Nothin' to say. Thanks to my Beta. Both the fish and the editor.
Prompt: Wet
Brooke was wearing lip gloss today. Not that it was some special occasion, or that she didn't wear it often, but it was one of those days when she was extra noticeable, when she looked entirely perfect, when she turned the heads of otherwise immobile statues. Much of the population of Kennedy High would spend at least a few moments of the day wondering what had caused that extra little sparkle, why Brooke McQueen was just that much more beautiful. Much of the population of Kennedy High would dismiss it as Brooke just being Brooke.
Sam McPherson was not, however, in tune with much of the population of Kennedy High. She often purposefully avoided conforming to the general attitudes and thought processes of the masses.
She was a journalist. It was her job to get to the bottom of the pervasive mysteries that confounded her peers.
So, when she noticed the extra sparkle in Brooke McQueen, she spent the better part of her day wondering what caused it.
On this particular day, it took until fifth period for her to figure it out. English class was fraught with discussions, but more importantly, a handout. It was the moment that Brooke turned around to pass the stack of papers to Sam that it all clicked into place. Sam's grunt of thanks and eyebrow raise coaxed a small, polite smile from the elusively gorgeous party, which drew Sam's attention immediately to Brooke's (extra shiny, extra kissable) mouth.
Later that night, Sam found her hard evidence. Brooke had left the lip gloss container lying on her side of the sink. Sam picked it up, examining the label for some magic ingredient that made Brooke look so…Brooke. All she found was the name, "Desert Oasis", which she quickly decided was a stupid name. Stupid, but surprisingly pertinent, she supposed, as Brooke slid past, offering a smile as she reached for her toothbrush, because Sam suddenly felt dehydrated and flushed, stranded in a desert, sands of desire biting at her skin.
And a month later, when Sam took her first drink from those oasis lips- long, cool kisses to contrast with the rapidly flaring desert-fire racing across her skin, she knew her thirst would never be sated.