8+43 Brooke and Taylor b&b

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When she stepped inside her girlfriends house making her way towards the kitchen , she walked in on something that honestly, she never would have expected.Taylor was in tears, wiping them away with the side of one sleeve. Brooke  had never considered herself great  at comforting people, but she had to do something. After all, something had to be really wrong to make her girlfriend of all people cry...
"Taylor..." she said softly. Without waiting for a response, she came over, brushing hair from Taylor's  face and wiping away tears. "What's wrong? Did something happen? Is something wrong with Thomas or Jack" Brooke asking  in rapid-fire  round of questions not even giving Taylor  a chance to answer. Her worry quickly turned to confusion, however, as she saw a smile on her girlfriend's face.
She couldn't help herself; she laughed. She knew that she really shouldn't laugh at Brooke for being worried about her, but it was funny. "Brooke ..."
"I don't get it; why are you laughing?"
Taylor put down the item she was holding to give Brooke  a quick hug and a kiss on the head to communicate that she appreciated the concern. "Brooke , look over here," she spoke while pulling away from
her girlfriends warm imbrace gesturing  down to the knife and chopping board with onions.
Brooke followed the gestures until her gaze fell upon the onions. "Oh. Well, now I sure feel silly..." She laughed too, but it was awkward and forced.
"Don't. It... was cute." She smiled, just a little shy. Taylor  shifted nervously, still unused to opening up to people. But this was her girlfriend, and she lov—cared about her deeply. (Love was still far too frightening a thought; she pushed it away, even now.) "Anyway, it, um, you know. It means a lot to know you'd've had my back if something had actually been wrong." She knew that already though, didn't she? Of course she did...Brooke  had already proven it to her, always by her side.
"Of course, silly." Brooke  kissed  her lightly, while a smile still sat on her lips. "So... what're you making?"
"Nothing too complicated." She showed Brooke  the recipe. "Why? Can you cook?"
"Well, not to brag, but I can make a mean frozen pizza" she joked.
Taylor  laughed. "I'll take that as a no. Alright, let's start you out with something simple."
"Maybe I can take a turn chopping the onions?" she offered.
"Sure. Do you... know how?"
"Of course I know how to chop onions!" She acted mock offended as she picked up the knife, preparing to chop them.
"Whoa- whoa, stop," Taylor  objected, putting a hand on Brooke's arm to stop her. "You're gonna chop your hand off if you keep chopping like that."
"Rude, I am not!" she objected, though she was almost laughing, because she knew Taylor was probably right. She usually was.
Taylor reached over for Brooke's other hand and moved her fingers into a closed fist, showing her how to safely hold the onions. "There. Try it like this."
Brooke resumed trying to chop the onions, this time with Taylor  helping out once in a while. "You know, I'm not really helping make dinner at this rate," she said, mostly just teasing.
"You're totally not," she agreed, teasing back before adding more seriously, "But that's fine. Everyone's gotta learn sometime."
Brooke leaned into her. "Well, of all the ways to learn, I have to admit that this is probably the best."
"Good. Now next we move onto the hard things." The raise of her eyebrows told Brooke  that what she was referring to wasn't harder at all. "Know how to boil water?"
"Of course I do!" she shot back, mock insulted. "You just... put it on top of the oven and turn it on!"
Taylor  chuckled, shaking her head. "You have much to learn, Grasshopper."
"I know how to boil water," she insisted.
"Sure. I'll believe it when I see it."
"Rude,"Brooke  repeated, laughing. "I can totally boil water. You'll see."
"Apparently. Impress me, Princess."
"Oh, it's on." She turned around to give Taylor  a mock scowl before smiling and kissing her again. As she felt Brooke's soft and full lips press onto hers . Sending a fire rushing through their bodies.  She began to forget their so called cooking lesson. They made out for what felt like hours allowing their hands to get comfortable with every inch of each others bodies. As time went on Taylor lifted Brooke onto the empty counter across the room. Before climbing up to straddle her girlfriends leg and moving her open mouth kiss up her neck making her way to nipple on Brooke's ear
"As much as I would love to continue we really should get back to our cooking lesson"
"Actually I think we should make a different use for your giant kitchen"
They spent the next couple hours christening each counter space and floor tule of Taylor's kitchen before eventually ordering takeout afterwards.

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