Disclaimer: I still don't own them! That really sucks...

A/N: This is the final chapter folks. I want to thank everyone for their wonderful feedback, and I hope you'll read more of my work in the future. Now on with the story... Oh, and this last chapter is rated M because well there's sex in it. So if you're too young to be reading this, please don't! Or at least don't get caught g

A huge thank you to Ami and Karen the best muse and beta ever! You guys work almost as hard as I do, and Tippy wouldn't have been possible without you!

Part fourteen

Sam didn't feel any of the nervousness with Brooke that she'd felt when she'd brought George up to her room. Everything just felt so…natural and right. She pulled on the hand grasped tightly in her own, bringing the blonde up against her. She trailed her free hand up Brooke's other arm, over her shoulder, to the back of her neck and up before tangling her fingers in the girl's softly curled blonde hair. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment before their lips met in a gentle, languid, ardent kiss. Brooke's arms encircled her waist, pressing her body closer. She gasped as the blonde's hands moved to explore her body, allowing the other girl's tongue access to her mouth. As their tongues slid against one another, their pace picked up and Brooke's gentle touches grew bolder. She was dimly aware of fingers fumbling with the zipper at the back of her dress, and had no objections when it slid from her shoulders and pooled around her feet.

"I have been waiting all night to get you out of that dress," Brooke whispered as she moved her lips along Sam's jaw and up to nip at a sensitive earlobe.

"Is that so?" Sam gasped, as Brooke moved down her neck to her collarbone.

"Uh huh, ever since I saw you standing at the top of the stairs." Brooke replied, her warm breath washing over Sam's heated skin. Her hands slide up the brunette's sides to cup her breasts, running the pads of her thumbs over the hardened peaks. She licked a fiery path down the valley between the two mounds before moving over to the right one. She took the hardened bud into her mouth, gently sucking it as the palm of her hand rolled over the other.

A fire began low in Sam's stomach as sensations shot through her body. She tingled in places she'd never known it was possible to tingle in, and she could feel herself growing damp. When she felt Brooke's teeth scour her painfully sensitive nipple, her knees almost buckled. She wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to stand, and all she could think about was feeling Brooke's skin against her own. She pulled the blonde's head up before spinning her around to unzip her dress.

Brooke had looked spectacular in her dress. The blonde hadn't been the only one rendered momentarily speechless when Sam had come down the stairs earlier. The brunette had taken one look at the blonde standing there in her strapless beige dress with gold trim, and she'd had a hard time breathing. Brooke simply took her breath away. She was like a great painting or a favorite book, and Sam knew that she'd never tire of looking at her. And that dress, well Sam had known that that dress, while it looked great on Brooke, would look better on her bedroom floor.

She unzipped the dress slowly, placing hot, wet kisses to every bit of skin she exposed, causing Brooke to moan and gasp. Once she'd pushed the satiny fabric over the blonde's hips, she spun Brooke back around, wasting no time before latching onto one of the cheerleader's achingly hard nipples. She moved them towards her bed maintaining contact until she pushed Brooke onto her back on the soft mattress. She moved back to the blonde's breasts, this time teasing the other nipple as she ran her nails up the inside of Brooke's thighs.

Brooke's whole body felt like it was on fire as her she writhed beneath the brunette. Sam was doing things to her that she'd only ever dreamed about. She couldn't control the moans that spilled freely from her lips. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice told her she should try to keep quiet, but she was beyond the point of caring. Sam's hands were sliding up her thighs, causing more wetness to pool between them. She held her breath when Sam's finger reached her panties. The journalist ran a finger over the wet fabric, and Brooke's hips bucked against her. She whimpered as the brunette continued to tease her heated flesh through the soaked material, while teasing her nipples with her teeth and tongue. Sam pulled away from her breasts and looked at her with uncertain eyes as her fingertips danced at the top of Brooke's underwear.

Brooke just nodded, biting her bottom lip, to let Sam know it was okay. The brunette pressed a hungry kiss to Brooke's lips before she moved to slip the fabric over the blonde's slender hips. She kneeled between the vee of Brooke's thighs and looked down at the blonde, seeing all of her for the first time.

"You're so beautiful," she breathed, gazing up the cheerleader's lithe form reverently.

Brooke thought she should show Sam a mirror as she stared back at the brunette, whose semi-naked figure was bathed in the moonlight, shining through her window. The light gave Sam an ethereal glow and Brooke felt as if she were gazing upon a goddess. Their eyes locked and Brooke's breath hitched as she saw all the emotions she was feeling reflected back to her.

Sam wanted to cry at the beauty of that shared moment. This was Brooke at her most vulnerable, and she'd never been more beautiful. Sam leaned over and captured Brooke's lips again. She arched into the blonde as Brooke's hands danced down her spine and over her rear. Brooke swallowed her moans as she teased the flesh through the fabric of Sam's panties. Sam's hips bucked against the blonde in a frantic rhythm, while the blonde's lips traveled down her neck and Brooke cupped the rounded flesh in an attempt to pull Sam closer.

"Mmm…Brooke that feels…so good," Sam moaned.

The sound of Sam's moans drove Brooke closer to the edge and her movements became more frantic. She needed to feel Sam, all of Sam. She began pushing at the last shred of material that stood between her and everything she wanted. She flipped the brunette onto her back, and ripped the fabric down her legs. Spreading Sam's thighs wider she kissed a path down the journalist's writhing body, letting the soft whimpers and moans urge her on. Sam's skin was sweet and salty, and Brooke couldn't seem to stop tasting it, but there was something she wanted to taste even more. She continued lower, and as she reached her destination, her eyes met chocolate colored ones, blackened with desire. Her tongue snaked out and she got a taste of Sam's most intimate part. She closed her eyes and moaned.

Sam thought she would explode at the first flick of Brooke's tongue against her. Her head thrashed from side to side and she grabbed at sheets beneath her, as she moaned Brooke's name. The blonde's tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, and when she wrapped her lips around the brunette's clit, Sam felt that familiar feeling pool in her stomach. She was getting closer and closer. Her hips bucked against Brooke's face, and as the first tremor rocked through her body, Brooke thrust her fingers deep within her, stealing Sam's virginity. As the brunette began to calm, Brooke moved her fingers in and out of Sam's tight channel, bringing Sam over the edge once again.

Brooke wanted to taste Sam again, but thought that it might be too much for the girl, whose body was still racked with tremors. She moved up to the top of the bed and wrapped her arms around Sam. She brushed the hair back from her face and placed a kiss on her temple. She felt more than saw Sam's breathing slow, and she opened her mouth to say something, but was effectively cut off by Sam's lips on her own, and fingers entering her unexpectedly. She let out a loud, low moan at the double assault. Sam's movements were jerky at first due to inexperience, but she was enthusiastic. Brooke's hips moved at the frantic pace, as the brunette continued to swallow her moans. As Sam's fingers curled upward, she wrenched her mouth away, practically screaming her orgasm. The brunette wasted no time sliding between her thighs, and lapping up the copious wetness.

Sam was convinced she'd never tasted anything as sweet as Brooke, and if she had to exist on this sweet nectar alone, she'd be a very happy girl. She continued her thorough exploration as Brooke's hips began to rock against her, and she felt fingers in her hair, pulling her impossibly closer. Moments later, Sam heard her name ripped from the blonde writhing above her, as another orgasm shot through Brooke.

They lay together a while later, wrapped up in Sam's sheets. Sam's head rested on Brooke's chest as she listened to the blonde's heartbeat. Brooke's fingers idly combed through Sam's sweat dampened hair, and she sighed in contentment. She linked their fingers together before bringing the blonde's hand up and placing a kiss on it. A lazy smile played at the corners of her lips, and she looked up at the blonde amused.

"What?" Brooke asked in a hoarse voice.

"Nothing, I…just can't believe I slept with the prom queen on prom night."

"Sam…" Brooke groaned.

"No, let me revel in this. It feels good to be on the 'other side' for a change."

"Is that what this was to you?" The blonde asked with a pout.

"Oh come on Brooke, you know I'm just teasing you. Of course it meant more to me than that." Sam said immediately contrite.

"I know, but a girl still likes to hear it, you know?"

"Yeah…I know," Sam replied, falling back into the contented silence they'd been sharing.

"Sam?"

"Yeah, Brooke?"

"Back when you were writing that journal, did you ever think we'd end up like this?"

Sam moved to look up at the blonde's hazel eyes. "Truthfully?"

"Yeah…"

"No, I never thought we'd end up like this. Mostly because I never planned to tell you, how I felt."

"Why wouldn't you have told me?"

"Are you serious? I was afraid of how you'd react. I thought you'd hate me."

"Oh Sam, I could never hate you-"

"No? Well maybe you wouldn't have hated me, but you certainly acted differently once you figured it out."

"Yeah, I was an idiot. There's no excuse for how I treated you, and I'm sorry," Brooke said quietly.

"I know. We've already been through all of that. In a way, I'm glad you read "Tippy's" journal."

"Really?"

"If you hadn't, we wouldn't be here right now, in this moment. So in a way I'm glad things happened the way they did."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. For a while there, I was really deep in denial about my feelings."

"Well, I'm just grateful you figured it out when you did."

"Me too…" Brooke let her words trail off as they fell back into silence.

"Brooke?"

"Yeah Sammy?"

"I've been wondering how you managed to slip that little editorial in the Zapruder after I'd sent it down to the printers."

Brooke took a deep breath before answering. "I, uh, had to call in a favor."

Sam moved to look over at her again. "What kind of a favor?"

"I… had to name the Dick twins as my successors on the Bring It squad."

"Wow, that's a pretty big favor. You did that for me?"

"Of course I did. I couldn't just lose you over something stupid I did. Besides, I had to name them as my successors, they didn't say a thing about Carmen's."

"Who?"

"June Tuna!"

Sam whole body shook with laugher, and Brooke lost herself in the beauty of the sound. She moved to place a gentle kiss on the brunette's lips. "I love you, Sam," she whispered as they parted.

"I love you too, Brooke," Sam whispered back as she settled back against Brooke's shoulder.

Brooke covered them with blankets, placing another kiss on Sam's forehead before they drifted off to sleep.

The End