Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they're Ryan Murphy's.
A/N: This time, like most times, I don't have anything to say, I just like having three bold sections up top.
Prompt: Constant
Sam had begun to notice how addictive a personality she had. Every week since Brooke had called Sam out on her oral fixation (God, Sam, you're always moving your tongue around, why don't you just get it pierced?), Sam found herself jumping to new fixations in an effort against her unconscious habit.
Most of them had to do with Brooke.
For the past three weeks, Sam had been so utterly captivated by Brooke – her hair, her eyes, her gait, the way she smiled at friends, how she pushed herself in Glamazon practice, the way her brow furrowed when she didn't understand a particular math problem, how her mood jumped here and there. Sam's personal favorite had been the three day span of utter fascination during which Brooke had forgotten her gym clothes, and had to borrow some extra form fitting workout shorts from Nicole.
Her most recent obsession, however, was a bit less raging-teenage-hormone induced. Sam had spent the better part of her day watching Brooke's fingers. She watched intently the way they tapped against the desk when Brooke was bored, but energetic (it was reminiscent of the way they tapped against Sam's skin when they went to bed at night, and Brooke wasn't quite as bored, but still energetic), the way Brooke chewed on the ends of them when she was nervous (Sam was less rough when she kissed Brooke's fingertips), and how she absentmindedly laced them into her hair (Sam loved the way the long, smooth fingers laced with hers, delicately, absentmindedly, but perfectly).
Though she liked to think she loved everything about Brooke equally, Sam took guilty pleasure in this one addiction, because even if feelings, or thoughts, or moments were fleeting, it comforted Sam to know that she could always hold Brooke's hand.