Alphabetsoup
Okay, sorry this is a bit long, but I wanted to get some of these posted for the challenge. These are for the Alphabetsoup challenge. I hope you guys enjoy.
Fandom: Popular
Pairing (Claim): Sam/Brooke
Challenge: Alphabet Soup
Word Count: 173
Rating: NC-17
Title: A is for Anticipate
I tremble against her as her fingers stroke in and out of me over and over. She draws them out almost completely, and I wonder if maybe she’s lost interest, but I am too afraid to open my eyes and find out. Then suddenly she is back deep, hard, fast, and I think I might die right there.
She’s such a contradiction. All day she is cool almost frigid, the Ice Princess. At night, when she sneaks into my room and consumes me, she is all fire and passion and frustration, and I am frightened that I inspire this feeling in her. It is that fear that thrills me and keeps me from turning her away.
But those thoughts no longer matter, because now I am flying, my hands tangled in her blond hair. She fills me up in so many ways, I’m afraid that I will overflow with her essence. Before, we were all fire and ice, anger and contempt. I could anticipate her every move. Not now, now I am lost.
Fandom: Popular
Pairing (Claim): Sam/Brooke
Challenge: Alphabet Soup
Word Count: 119
Rating: PG
Title: B is for Bamboozle
“I love you, Brooke.” She whispered in to the silence of the room.
“Sam, I can’t…we can’t do this anymore.” Is her only reply.
It’s been this way for a long time, but they need each other like a drug. Sam wondered how much damage one’s heart could sustain before it just stopped beating, stopped feeling, stopped breaking. Yet, every night she welcomed the blonde back into her heart and her bed. Every night her heart told her that it would be different, even as her mind screamed no. Every night her heart tricked her into believing that she have could the one thing she always wanted, but was certain to never get, like some sick game of bamboozle.
Fandom: Popular
Pairing (Claim): Sam/Brooke
Challenge: Alphabet Soup
Word Count: 126
Rating: NC-17
Title: C is for Collapse
When Sam McPherson had walked into her apartment, she hadn’t expected to be immediately pinned to the door; her mouth ravaged by the blonde whose waist her legs were currently wrapped around. Long ago her stockings had been ripped off, her panties roughly pushed aside, and long, talented finger thrust deep within her, causing bright, colorful flashes of light to burst behind her closed eyes. She could feel herself shuddering uncontrollably, her whole body on the verge of collapse. There was a familiar calm, that eerie quiet, right before she exploded, shattering into a million pieces, saying Brooke’s name over and over again like some sort of mantra.
“That was…that’s was…” Sam stuttered as the blonde slowly lowered her back to the floor.
“Welcome home, honey.”
Fandom: Popular
Pairing (Claim): Sam/Brooke
Challenge: Alphabet Soup
Word Count: 119
Rating: PG
Title: D is for Dank
She hadn’t said one word since they sat down an hour ago, and by now it had began to pour. If she thought about it, the whole scene was kind of romantic. Only it wasn’t. This was anything but romantic. This was dark, lonely, dank, and full of despair.
“You know of all the ways I like to get wet, this …” Sam joked.
“He knows, Sam…” She said barely above a whisper.
“What? How? I mean…what?”
“He saw us. He knows…now he’s going to take my son…our son…”She choked out.
“Shh…nothing’s going to happen, Brooke. Everything is going to be okay.” Sam cooed, taking the sobbing blonde in her arms. Though she knew that was anything but true.
Fandom: Popular
Pairing (Claim): Sam/Brooke
Challenge: Alphabet Soup
Word Count: 173
Rating: NC-17
Title: A is for Anticipate
I tremble against her as her fingers stroke in and out of me over and over. She draws them out almost completely, and I wonder if maybe she’s lost interest, but I am too afraid to open my eyes and find out. Then suddenly she is back deep, hard, fast, and I think I might die right there.
She’s such a contradiction. All day she is cool almost frigid, the Ice Princess. At night, when she sneaks into my room and consumes me, she is all fire and passion and frustration, and I am frightened that I inspire this feeling in her. It is that fear that thrills me and keeps me from turning her away.
But those thoughts no longer matter, because now I am flying, my hands tangled in her blond hair. She fills me up in so many ways, I’m afraid that I will overflow with her essence. Before, we were all fire and ice, anger and contempt. I could anticipate her every move. Not now, now I am lost.
Fandom: Popular
Pairing (Claim): Sam/Brooke
Challenge: Alphabet Soup
Word Count: 119
Rating: PG
Title: B is for Bamboozle
“I love you, Brooke.” She whispered in to the silence of the room.
“Sam, I can’t…we can’t do this anymore.” Is her only reply.
It’s been this way for a long time, but they need each other like a drug. Sam wondered how much damage one’s heart could sustain before it just stopped beating, stopped feeling, stopped breaking. Yet, every night she welcomed the blonde back into her heart and her bed. Every night her heart told her that it would be different, even as her mind screamed no. Every night her heart tricked her into believing that she have could the one thing she always wanted, but was certain to never get, like some sick game of bamboozle.
Fandom: Popular
Pairing (Claim): Sam/Brooke
Challenge: Alphabet Soup
Word Count: 126
Rating: NC-17
Title: C is for Collapse
When Sam McPherson had walked into her apartment, she hadn’t expected to be immediately pinned to the door; her mouth ravaged by the blonde whose waist her legs were currently wrapped around. Long ago her stockings had been ripped off, her panties roughly pushed aside, and long, talented finger thrust deep within her, causing bright, colorful flashes of light to burst behind her closed eyes. She could feel herself shuddering uncontrollably, her whole body on the verge of collapse. There was a familiar calm, that eerie quiet, right before she exploded, shattering into a million pieces, saying Brooke’s name over and over again like some sort of mantra.
“That was…that’s was…” Sam stuttered as the blonde slowly lowered her back to the floor.
“Welcome home, honey.”
Fandom: Popular
Pairing (Claim): Sam/Brooke
Challenge: Alphabet Soup
Word Count: 119
Rating: PG
Title: D is for Dank
She hadn’t said one word since they sat down an hour ago, and by now it had began to pour. If she thought about it, the whole scene was kind of romantic. Only it wasn’t. This was anything but romantic. This was dark, lonely, dank, and full of despair.
“You know of all the ways I like to get wet, this …” Sam joked.
“He knows, Sam…” She said barely above a whisper.
“What? How? I mean…what?”
“He saw us. He knows…now he’s going to take my son…our son…”She choked out.
“Shh…nothing’s going to happen, Brooke. Everything is going to be okay.” Sam cooed, taking the sobbing blonde in her arms. Though she knew that was anything but true.