Hey guys! So, i'm OBSESSED with Breyton right now lol. This is the first One Tree Hill fic I've ever written. It's also the first femslash fic i've ever written. It ALSO contains the first love scene I've ever written! So yeah, bunch of firsts for me hahaa. Anyway, I've really wanted to write this for a while now, I used to write wrestling fics on my other account but I haven't written anything in over a year, totally lost my mojo. But Breyton brought it back, baby! I thought since I'm always complaining that there aren't enough Breyton fics on the net (especially the M rated ones!) that I would contribute in some way lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this nifty little one shot. Please let me know what you think, the reviews would be greatly appreciated! Thank you so much =)

And also a HUGE shout out to SawyerAfterMe- Your fics made me wanna write again, THANK YOU!

Breathe

Brooke Davis walked back and forth around the small backstage area of Tric, pure anger taking over. "God! That woman is insufferable!"

Peyton sighed, brushing a hand through her uncontrollable curls, "I know, Brooke, but you gotta calm down. Just breathe. Stand up to her! It's your company, it's your show!"

The brunette let out a defeated sigh, sinking down onto the weathered couch, "I can't, Peyt. She just has this way of getting to me, you know?"

Peyton's heart broke at the crushed look in Brooke's eyes. The ice queen, formerly known as "Brooke's absentee mother" had this amazing talent for making her extremely talented and beautiful daughter feel like she was nothing. Peyton hated her with all she had.

The blonde walked over, kneeling in front of the girl that held her heart. "Brooke, you just have to calm down. You can do this; I know you can do this."

The younger girl sighed, her eyes tearing away from her girlfriend's, "How, Peyton? How do you expect me to calm down when that bitch is walking the halls?!"

Peyton shook her head, standing up and taking Brooke's hand into her own. She pulled her gently in the direction of her office. Shutting the door hurriedly behind them, she gently but firmly pinned Brooke's back to it.

"Peyt, what are you..." Brooke's question was abruptly cut of when Peyton softly pressed her lips against her own.

Pulling back ever so slightly, Peyton brushed her thumb against Brooke's bottom lip and smiled softly, a hint of desire and subtle cheekiness in her emerald eyes, "I'm calming you down."

Peyton leaned forward again, reattaching her lips to Brooke's, slowly and skilfully.

Brooke moaned softly when she felt Peyton's hot tongue sweep gently over her bottom lip, searching for access which she quickly granted.

Brooke shivered when Peyton's tongue met with her own, gently massaging it. She brought her hands up, tangling her fingers in the blonde's curls, bringing her closer. She needed her closer.

Peyton skimmed her fingers lightly over Brooke's toned stomach through the thin fabric of her blouse.

The blonde's lips parted from Brooke's with a soft smack as she began to place butterfly kisses along the brunette's jaw line and neck.

Brooke's eyes fluttered closed as Peyton's tongue darted out, tracing invisible patterns before nibbling gently just under her earlobe.

Running her hand excruciatingly slow down Brooke's side and outer thigh Peyton hooked her long, slender fingers in the sides of Brooke's black thong and dragged it down her perfectly smooth legs. Coming back up slowly, she placed tender kisses on the brunette's stomach earning a soft moan from the younger girl. Standing up straight once again, she hooked the brunette's leg in the crook of her arm, wrapping it tightly around her waist before connecting her lips with Brooke's again.

Brooke moaned into Peyton's mouth, quickly intensifying the kiss, her tongue tangling with the blonde's. Her desire for Peyton to touch her was rapidly increasing. She needed it. Now.

The shorter girl began to grind her hips into Peyton's, desperately searching for friction.

"Mmm, Peyt. Please..."Brooke's raspy voice was thick with lust. It drove Peyton insane; she couldn't get enough of her.

Peyton smirked, her fingers slowly lifting up Brooke's short black miniskirt, grazing her inner thigh along the way.

Brooke whimpered, Peyton's hand dangerously close to where she needed it to be.

She inhaled a sharp breath when the curly haired blonde's index finger lightly brushed against her center before retreating, tracing small circles on her thigh.

"Oh god, baby. Please...I need..." She gasped when Peyton slipped a finger into her softly, sucking her earlobe into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.

The blonde pushed into her again, letting Brooke's inner walls get used to the intrusion.

Gradually, she increased her speed, adding another finger, gently rocking into Brooke.

The brunette groaned in pleasure, her nails lightly digging into Peyton's shoulders, her hips matching the blonde's fingers thrust for thrust.

"Mmm, baby, yes...so good..." Her eyes closed tightly, enjoying the unbelievable sensations coursing through her body that only Peyton Sawyer could evoke.

Peyton took in the look on Brooke's face, her heart fluttering. God, she loved this girl.

She had been her best friend since they were 8 years old, she was her everything. And she was perfect.

Peyton studied her face, her fingers never slowing their pace.

Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly agape. She had a thin layer of sweat covering her body making her tanned skin glisten in the light.

Peyton had never seen anything more beautiful.

She dipped her head, trailing wet kisses against the underside of Brooke's chin and pumped into her harder, increasing her speed.

Brooke groaned loudly, arching her back into Peyton.

The brunette's right hand ran down Peyton's back, her fingernails lightly grazing. She wished to God that her girlfriend wasn't wearing that damn shirt. She leaned forward attaching her swollen lips to the blondes in a hard, passionate kiss. She let out a throaty moan when Peyton bit down on her bottom lip and lined it with her tongue.

Bringing her left hand up, she tangled her fingers into Peyton's curls, gently pulling her head forward so she could whisper into her ear, her voice thick with arousal but shaking ever so slightly, "Oh Peyton...that feels...so fucking good..."

Peyton shivered, a strong wave of heat pulsating between her legs. She buried a moan in the brunette's neck, letting her tongue dart out to taste the salty sweet flavor that could only be Brooke Davis.

She brought her lips up to Brooke's ear, tracing the rim of it with the tip of her tongue.

Peyton began to stroke deeper, but slower, Brooke feeling every movement her girlfriend made inside her.

She added a third finger, quickening her pace, grazing her thumb against Brooke's throbbing clit with every delicious pump.

Brooke shuddered, her hips rocking uncontrollably against Peyton's hand.

The brunette could feel that familiar feeling in her lower stomach building up at a maddening rate.

Peyton's tongue was working its magic on Brooke's neck, the younger girl whimpered, panting heavily, gasping for air.

Peyton shifted her head slightly, her hot breath against Brooke's ear, "Brooke?"

The brunette let out a shaky moan, "mmm?"

"Come for me, baby."

Brooke whimpered, her head leaning forward, burying it into Peyton's shoulder, sinking her teeth into her neck.

She was clawing at Peyton's waist, searching for something, anything to hold onto.

Peyton, ignoring the slight pain of Brooke's bite, pumped faster, harder into her, brushing her thumb across her girlfriend's clit one more time.

The tight coil in Brooke's lower stomach snapped, her orgasm hitting hard. Her hips were bucking furiously against Peyton's fingers. She called out her girlfriend's name, nearly sobbing as she rode out the strong wave of pleasure.

Brooke's fists gripped onto the hem of Peyton's shirt tightly, trembling as the blonde's fingers continued to rock gently inside of her.

When she felt Brooke go limp against her body, she slowly pulled her fingers out, placing light scattered kissed all over the brunette's face.

Brooke's eyes fluttered open, gazing into Peyton's emerald orbs. She smiled lazily, reaching her hand up to softly cup the blonde's cheek, "I love you so much, ."

Peyton smiled lovingly, brushing her lips against Brooke's in sweet, lingering kiss, "I love you too, Brooke."

Peyton held her for a little while longer, letting her bask in the afterglow and steady her breathing, absentmindedly stroking her impossibly soft hair.

She straightened up her girlfriend's clothes and placed another kiss on her gorgeous lips.

Brooke smiled, "Thank you."

Peyton smiled back at her, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "you can thank me later."

Brooke giggled as she followed her out the door; there was absolutely no doubt in her mind that later tonight, she would be doing exactly that.

The two girls walked back into the backstage room giggling, very little distance between them and joined Rachel and Haley.

Haley looked up, relieved, "Guys! Where have you been? Victoria has been freaking everybody out!"

Brooke rolled her eyes, "She does have that effect on people..."

Haley persisted, "where did you get off to?"

Peyton stepped in, affectively saving her secret girlfriend, ''Uhh, Brooke needed a last minute pep-talk."

Brooke let out a relieved breath. Peyton was always saving her.

Haley smiled, "oh ok. Are you ok, Brooke?"

Brooke's eyes met Peyton's for the briefest second, she turned to Haley, that infamous dazzlingly dimpled smile adorning her face, "Never been better, Tutor Mom."

Peyton's heart fluttered, yet again.

"Brooke! Where the hell have you been?! I made some changes to your original line-up, i honestly don't know what you were thinking choosing Gatinafor the final walk. We're gonna go with Stella inst..." Victoria Davis, the devil incarnate herself, was finally cut-off by her daughter.

"This is my company, Victoria. They are my designs and this is MY show. I'm doing it MY way and if you don't like it, you can leave." Brooke stared at her mother, her confident gaze never faltering.

Victoria huffed, she stood in disbelief. "Whatever" came her frustrated reply as she stalked out of the room.

Peyton had never been prouder.

Brooke smiled, "let's go do this." She winked at Peyton, her dimples making one of their many appearances of the night, and followed Haley out of the backstage area.

Peyton began to follow but stopped abruptly when she heard Rachel speak, "Pep talk, huh?" She turned, her eyes meeting the beautiful red head's. She swallowed hard, "Uh, yeah. You know...Brooke...she...she was worried about...the...about Bitchtoria..." Rachel smirked, extremely amused by the Blonde's semi freak out, "riiiigght...nice bite marks...did you get attacked by a vampire during this little...'Pep talk'?"

Peyton's eyes widened, her hand flying up to cover the marks on her neck she didn't know were there. Busted.

Rachel giggled knowingly, "Oh, calm down, Emo Barbie, your secret's safe with me."

Peyton released a breath she wasn't aware she'd been holding, she believed her. Sure, Rachel Gatina was known to be a sadistic bitch on occasion but Peyton knew she'd never hurt Brooke. "Thank you, Rachel."

Rachel smiled, "No, thank YOU. Sexually satisfied Brooke is much better company than sexually frustrated Brooke." And with that, she was gone, leaving a heavily blushing Peyton behind.

The blonde smiled, shaking her head and following in the red heads footsteps. Her baby was about to change the world, and she was damned if she was going to miss it. Standing in the crowd, joining Nathan and Haley she applauded and cheered as loud as she could when Brooke took the stage.

"Good evening, Tree Hill! Welcome to Tric! I am so proud and honoured to unveil my new line in my home town and remind you all to be happy with the way you are, because each and every one of you is beautiful. Zero is not a size!"

Peyton smiled up at Brooke, pride coursing through her veins. Brooke's hazel eyes met hers, and in that moment, Peyton knew, she would be hopelessly in love with Brooke Penelope Davis for the rest of her life. And she was perfectly content with that.