Title: Toast

Author: Mk Anderson

Rating: PG

Fandom: Popular

Pairing: S/B

Originally an attempt for the PINK challenge. Didn’t work out.

"Don't feed the models" - Robbie Williams

TOAST

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Brooke stared at herself in the mirror. She was not fat. She turned sideways and lifted her shirt off her flat, toned stomach. She wasn't fat. She bit her lip and turned the opposite way. She tugged at the waist band of her pajama bottoms, they weren't feeling any more tight than normal, were they? She shook her head and she heard Jane calling them down for breakfast but she didn't really feel all that hungry.

The sound of footsteps coming down the passage and towards her room made Brooke quickly pull her shirt back down. It was just in time, the shirt was pulled down and Sam stuck her head in.

"Hey Brooke, time for breakfast." Noting the all clear, she stepped in, still munching her piece of toast.

Brooke scowled, "Don't you know how to knock?"

Sam shrugged. "No," Bite "and I talk with my mouth full too, got a problem with that?"

Brooke watched Sam chew and talk at the same time with some distain. She watched Sam chew and swallow, eat. She saw the food go down the throat and she knew where it was going. She chanced a glance at her tummy again - exactly where it was going. The thing was though, now that she looked at Sam, it really didn't seem to affect Sam at all. Eyes trailed up Sam's body from head to toe, toe to head. Slim legs, rock hard thighs, flat sexy stomach... sexy? Where had that come from? It was though.

Sam was finished her toast. "Brooke! Mom said it's breakfast. Now."

Brooke snapped back to attention. "Right, sorry. Tell her I'll be right down."

Sam nodded and turned to leave.

Brooke watched Sam as she left, where did the toast go? Hmm... Sam was wearing really tight jeans today.

Brooke licked her lips. "I could eat."

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That done and after what Brooke said... feed me! With feedback, that is.