2 - I Feel It All
"And where do you think you're going, missy?" Brooke asked, sitting up in her bed. She watched as her beautiful blonde girlfriend picked up an article of clothing from the floor and put in on.
"I was going to head home to get ready for school," Peyton answered, buttoning up her shirt. "You know, since I don't have any clean clothes here."
"I could lend you some if you want," Brooke offered, not wanting to spend a minute away from her best friend/girlfriend.
"Somebody's being clingy," Peyton teased, smirking knowingly at her.
"Bitch," Brooke pouted, crossing her arms across her chest like a petulant child would do.
"I'm just going home to shower and change, then I'll come back over here to pick you up," Peyton smiled, walking over to sit beside the brunette. "And after that, we'll head to school, okay?"
"Promise?" Brooke quirked an eyebrow.
"You bet," Peyton nodded before planting a soft kiss onto the other girl's lips, which quickly threatened to escalate if Peyton hadn't slipped off the bed to fall on the floor with a thud. "Ow."
"Aw, baby," Brooke cooed, leaning over the bed's edge to look down at her girlfriend. "Did the floor hurt your skinny little butt?"
"Shut up and help me, you ass," Peyton ordered, holding her hand out for Brooke to grab. The brunette complied at first, only to quickly pull the blonde onto the bed when Peyton had risen to her feet. Peyton landed on top of her, both girls giggling loudly as the brunette gripped her girlfriend tightly in her arms. The giggling was quickly replaced by soft moans and heavy breathing, both girls once again deciding to forget that there was a world outside of the apartment.
"We have to get ready for school, Brooke," Peyton panted, her breathing telling Brooke that she was nearing her climax.
"You want me to stop?" Brooke teased, continuing to work her magic on Peyton.
"Don't you dare," Peyton hissed, gripping onto the brunette like her life depended on it. Her hand grasped Brooke's wrist, making sure that her girlfriend continued with the task at hand. "Now finish what you started."
"I love it when you get bossy," Brooke smirked, doing as Peyton had told her to do until the blonde began to buck against her.
"Oh, my God," Peyton gasped before throwing her head back against the pillow, completely spent.
"Well, time to get up," Brooke stated in a cheery tone, jumping up from the bed to head towards the washroom.
"Oh, you sneaky little bitch," she heard a prone Peyton groan from the bed, which caused Brooke to laugh. There was no way Peyton could leave now since her legs would be too wobbly to walk on, which was exactly what Brooke had counted on in the first place.
"Hurry up, Blondie," Brooke urged, pulling her blonde lover by the hand towards the high school's entrance. "We're going to be late!"
"We wouldn't be late if you hadn't pulled that stunt on me this morning," Peyton griped playfully, allowing her girlfriend to lead her along.
"You weren't complaining when I was doing it, so why are you complaining now?" Brooke inquired without glancing back.
"I'm not complaining, I'm just pointing out the fact, is all," Peyton chuckled, following the brunette inside.
"Uh," Brooke scoffed, looking back at Peyton just to roll her eyes at the blonde.
"I love you, too," Peyton laughed, then stopped when they reached the janitor's supply closet. A wicked idea suddenly popped into the blonde's head, bringing a grin to her lips.
"What?" Brooke asked, confused as to why they'd stopped.
"Wanna?" Peyton motioned to the supply closet with a shake of her curly hair, simultaneously giving Brooke her most seductive smile.
"Are you serious?" Brooke asked in disbelief.
"Oh, yeah," Peyton nodded.
Brooke frowned in consideration, then smiled back at her. "Guess we can be a little late for Biology today."
"That's my girl," Peyton giggled, leading her girlfriend into the supply closet.
"Crap, I am so late," Rachel muttered, rushing towards the front doors of Tree Hill High. She ran her fingers through her red hair in frustration, wishing that she'd turned her alarm clock on for seventh time that morning. She made her way inside and was about to turn the first corner when a sound from her right caught the red head's attention. Intrigued for some reason, Rachel walked over to find familiar sounds emitting from the janitorial closet, which made the girl smirk in recognition. There are only two sorts of people who use janitorial closets, janitors and horny teenagers. And whoever was behind the door at that moment was definitely not a member of the janitorial staff.
Rachel was about to walk away and let the occupants of the supply closet enjoy themselves when she heard a familiar voice come from inside.
"Oh, jeez," Peyton's voice echoed from behind the door, definitely sounding like she was in the middle of doing something smutty.
Okay, my curiosity is definitely piqued, Rachel smirked, suddenly wondering who the blonde's partner in crime was. Maybe it's Lucas! Now that would be convieni-
"Shh, be quiet," came an all too familiar rasp, making Rachel's eyes go wide. "Somebody's going to hear you, Peyt."
No, anybody but her, Rachel bit her bottom lip, willing herself not to my Brooke!
"As much fun as this is, Brooke," Peyton replied, confirming what the red head was trying to deny. "We really should be heading to class."
"Fine," Brooke agreed, albeit she sounded reluctant. "But remember, the supply closet was your idea."
Rachel shook her head, then decided to leave before the other girls discovered her eavesdropping. Instead of heading to her locker though, the red haired vixen turned around and headed out of the school, back towards her car, fighting back tears the entire way.
"She's supposed to be mine," Rachel croaked out when she'd finally reached her car and entered it. She pressed her forehead against her steering wheel, feeling hot tears stream down her cheeks. "She's supposed to be mine," the red head repeated with a pathetic whimper.
I'm hoping to get one or two of these chapters out a day but I make no promises due to the fact that editing is mind numbingly boring. Thanks for reading.