A/N: I know it's been a while since I've updated this (about half the year). My apologies. I never forgot about this, I just had myself drawn to other things. Thanks to all those that have reviewed since I posted the last chapter. You kept reminding me that people were still reading this during this time. You helped push me to get back to this story. I'm slowly getting back into the groove of writing for this story and I promise it won't take me another six months to put another chapter up.

As with all the chapter titles, this is taken from a song. The italics are flashbacks. This mainly takes a look at how Breyton got together and is purely about them. Until next time, hope you enjoy.

I Really Want You

It was a Saturday afternoon and Peyton was driving home. She had just spent a couple of hours with Karen and Lucas. In fact, she spent most of the time with just Karen as Lucas ended up meeting his friends at the Rivercourt. The latest CD she bought had just ended and she wanted to play something else. She had just driven past a stop sign but was too impatient to wait for the next one. She also couldn't be bothered to pull over. She was rifling through her CD case with one hand, while still steering with the other. In the spilt second that she wasn't looking at the road, Brooke appeared in front of her. She pressed the brakes as quickly as possible. Brooke was frozen at the spot while Peyton hit her head on the steering wheel, regretting the fact that she didn't have her seatbelt on.

When the car was stationary, Brooke clicked back into gear ready to tear Peyton into shreds but the sight of blood dripping from the blonde's forehead stopped her in her tracks. She quickly moved round to the driver seat to see how she was. "Are you ok?" Brooke asked, forgetting their history of not getting on. It was the furthest thing from her mind. Her eyes could only focus on the blood.

"What no shouting at me?" Peyton asked, surprised by the sudden act of concern. It made her nervous; she just wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad thing.

Brooke placed both her hands on her hips. "Not when you've got blood dripping and excuse me for being worried." She was actually hurt that Peyton couldn't tell she was being concerned.

Peyton could see that there was a slight bit of hurt in the brunette's eyes. It made her feel uncomfortable and she tried to make things better. "I'm sorry."

Brooke paused for a while, surprised by the sincerity from the blonde, before responding. "Come inside and let me sort that out."

Peyton looked at her confused and stunned by the offer. "It's ok, I'll be fine."

"I insist. It won't take long." She searched for some tissue in her pockets and pressed it to Peyton's head, when she found it.

Peyton took a huge gulp and nodded. "I'll just park up."

Brooke grabbed Peyton's arm, trying to stop her. "Let me do it. You're in no state to be driving."

"I think I can handle it, plus no one but me drives this car." Peyton responded. She was very possessive about her car, that she would barely let her father drive it let alone anyone else.

Brooke held both her hands up and watched Peyton; carefully making sure that the knock to her head didn't effect her driving. Peyton followed the brunette into her house and they walked through to the kitchen.

"I'm I gonna come out of here alive." Peyton chuckled while she tried to wipe away the blood from her head with the tissue Brooke had given her.

"I have no intentions of keeping you here, not unless you want me too." Brooke whispered. Peyton was taken aback a little by that comment and thought for a moment that she misheard the brunette. Before Peyton could respond, Brooke broke her out of her thoughts. "Jump up here while I get the first aid kit." Brooke pointed to the counter and disappeared.

Brooke had been alone in the house, for a few days, as Maria took some time to visit some family. As usual her parents were also away in Los Angeles. She hadn't made any real plans this weekend and was fine with just hanging out at home for the whole weekend, using the opportunity to have a quiet one for a change. There were no parties that she had to make an appearance to and she was grateful for that.

Brooke returned with the kit and motioned for Peyton to open her legs, so she could stand in between them. "Let me have a look." Peyton took away the tissue from her head to show the full extent. Brooke cleaned up the wound and placed a plaster on her forehead. This concern had surprised Peyton as she the only side she had seen was the one that she was always arguing with.

"That should have you sorted. It hasn't messed up your looks too much so no extra plastic surgery needed." Brooke's right hand was still lingering on Peyton's forehead, tracing where the plaster was placed.

"Thank you, I guess." Peyton gulped as the slightest touch from the brunette was making the hair on Peyton's arms stand on end. The girl's faces were still in close proximity with each other and Peyton couldn't tear herself away. She wasn't sure if she saw a glimmer or something else in the brunette's eyes but she somehow found herself brave enough to do something that she had wanted to do for a while. She leaned in and kissed Brooke Davis on the lips. As she was just about to deepen the kiss, she had found Brooke beating her to it. She couldn't believe what was happening and after several moments she pulled away searching for a reaction from the brunette. She found nothing but she found herself feeling apologetic. "I'm so sorry."

"There's no need, I'm just wondering why it took you so long to do it." Brooke said smirking.

"Wait a minute. Come again." Brooke continued smirking as she watched Peyton's confusion. "How did you…?" Peyton was in too much disbelief to finish her sentence.

Brooke laughed to herself thinking that Peyton was asking a stupid question. "You've been flirting with me recently and I caught you checking me out the other day. You should be glad that it's just me that figured it out; anybody else would have made your life hell."

Sounding slightly pissed off, Peyton responded. "You do a pretty good job of it already."

Brooke looked down and whispered regrettably. "It would be so much worse and you know it."

"So why hasn't it been worse?" Peyton wondered, hoping that the brunette would look at her.

"You seem ok now, so maybe you should go." Brooke said as she turned to walk away.

Peyton lightly grabbed Brooke by the arm, turning her around. "Are you going to answer my question?"

Brooke took a deep breath and sighed as she watched Peyton's lips. She slowly licked her own before closing the gap between the pair. This time there was no second-guessing as Peyton reacted and deepened the kiss. Peyton let go of Brooke's arms, moving both her hands to Brooke's waist. Brooke's hands were rubbing Peyton's thighs. When they finally pulled away, gasping for air, Peyton brushed some hair away, from Brooke's face, behind her ear. Both of them smiled at each other before they resumed kissing. The contact was explosive and it clouded the blonde's mind. Nothing was really processing; she just knew she wanted more.

Brooke's hands moved to Peyton's back, lifting the hem of her shirt up. Her hunger to feel Peyton's skin was taking over her. "Come upstairs." She mumbled into Peyton's lips.

Peyton jumped off the counter and closely followed Brooke. As they were making their way, Peyton's hand was rubbing Brooke's bare stomach as she was kissing her shoulder, from behind.

*****

"Brooke" Peyton called, trying to get her attention. "Brooke" The brunette finally snapped out of her daze. "Where did you go?"

The wind was flowing through their hair. The top was down as the travelled through the highway. Brooke was watching people in their cars as they drove past them. She hadn't realised that Peyton was trying to get her attention. "What do you mean?" She questioned.

Peyton quickly turned to the brunette, trying to still keep an eye on the road ahead. "You kind of zoned out."

The hair on her arm was standing on end as she rested it on top of the side. There was such freedom that she felt in the breeze that passed. "I was just thinking about our first night together."

"Ah, when you took advantage of me in my vulnerable state." Peyton couldn't help the big smile that graced her face as she reminisced on that day.

Brooke laughed at her take of the night. "You didn't protest but yes, when I took advantage of you."

"What made you go all nostalgic?" Peyton asked.

Brooke couldn't help but show the big grin that was forming on her face, especially as she stared at Peyton driving. "Just thinking how we got to this place when we used to fight all the time." Brooke felt that nothing in that moment could touch the feeling of happiness she felt and her smile got wider as they passed a sign. "Did that say what I thought it did? Are we going to?"

"Yes we are." Peyton interrupted, taking a quick glance away from the road to be greeted by the huge smile that was on Brooke's face. "Do you remember the conversation we had that night?

"How can I forget."

*****

Both girls were completely out of breath, covered in sweat, underneath the covers on Brooke's bed. Brooke quickly jumped from the bed and started to put her clothes back on. "I think you should leave before it gets too late."

Peyton rose from the bed and sat up. "So that's it. I'm just another notch on your bedpost."

Brooke was still looking for the rest of her clothing, not making any eye contact with Peyton. "Don't read anything more into what just happened."

"It's hard not to read more into it. You can't deny that there isn't more to this. I obviously get under your skin." Peyton smirked, reminding herself of what happened the past hour.

Brooke gave up on her quest to find her bra and she just put her top back on. "Call it sexual tension then, but now we've had sex so all that's left is tension."

Peyton dropped both her hands on the bed in defeat. "So you've now scratched that itch."

"Yep." Brooke responded abruptly. She really didn't want this conversation to continue but Peyton wasn't let the matter drop.

"I don't believe you."

"Well you have no choice in the matter." Brooke put her hand through her hair, carefully thinking about the next words she was going to utter. "I hope what happened today stays between the two of us."

Peyton's frustration was starting to show in the tone of her voice. "Wouldn't want to ruin your reputation. What would people think if they knew that Princess Brooke slept with a girl, especially it being me?" Peyton got up from the bed and started to gather her clothes together.

"Don't you start; you have no idea." Brooke shouted, while pointing her finger at Peyton. She could feel the tension between them reaching their peak.

"Well why don't you enlighten me then?" Peyton responded sarcastically. She couldn't believe how she even thought that anything else could happen between them, given their history of fighting.

"Why do you have to be so…?" Brooke was cut off in mid sentence by Peyton's lips. She instantly pushed her away and raised her right arm to hit her. Peyton caught her wrist before any contact was made and she simply smirked. Brooke's eyes kept darting from the blonde's eyes and lips, contemplating her next move. After a couple of seconds, she decided to give into her desire and she moved back into Peyton, finishing the kiss that she had abruptly cut short.