So because I had to I'm posting this one-shot that has been in my mind for a little bit. I'm proud of myself for banging it out in one afternoon. It came out exactly the way I wanted it so here is my AU Brucas one shot called MINE. It's written in Lucas' POV. I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it. Disclaimer: I own nothing of OTH.
MINE
I watch her. I know I shouldn't but I do. She's sitting in the quad and laughing at something her friend said and it's like I can't look away. God that laugh does something to me. I want to get up and go over there to talk to her but I know it's pretty much forbidden because she said so. I use to have sol ownership of her, she was fucking MINE. Not anymore. She belongs to him now. Suddenly my narrowed vision on her expands to more than just her beautiful face. I see him now. He's sitting in the chair behind her and he's got his hand on her lower back. It disgusts me that she stays with a cheating asshole like him. She deserves more than that. I wish she knew it. I wish I could show her. It's not till her eyes drift over to me by accident that I realize she could feel me staring. See, that right there is proof that she and I have a connection that no one else has. She's looking at me now, almost with a hint of pity. We both know she's not available but it still doesn't stop me from wanting her. I assume my eyes give away my desires because she is quick to look away. Why won't she just admit she wants me more than that stupid world that has her trapped? I could free her. I could make her feel more alive than she ever has in her entire life. Why won't she let me? I can't take it anymore. I need to be with her right now so we do our usual dance. It's late in the afternoon, so I know she doesn't have any classes till tomorrow. She usually only has her English at eight o'clock and her US history right after at ten o'clock. That's all she has on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I couldn't be happier that it's Friday though because that means Felix is leaving with his sister Ann with their family and they'll be gone all weekend. That also means she's mine again, that is till Monday. I know her. She'll ignore my calls and texts at first claiming its over and last time was the last time but I know all I have to do is show up at her door and she'll cave. Why? because deep down she knows it's not over. It can never be over. Once upon a time she was ALL mine and not just in the shadows but right out in the light where everyone could see. Not that we cared but there was no sneaking or hiding how I felt. It almost seems like a lifetime ago but it wasn't. I screwed up as usual. I know I drink too much. I know I get too flirty when I do but I also knew where the line was. I knew where mine was anyway. I had no idea I would cross hers before I got to mine. She said she had had enough and that she stopped missing me. What the hell was that 'stopped missing me'? It hurt when she let go. She was supposed to be the one person that didn't tuck tail and run when I was at my worst. For that I hate her sometimes. She's supposed to be sitting in MY lap, bushing those soft lips on MY neck, and whispering those dirty things she wants me to do to her later in MY ear but she's not. She's over there with the dumbest bunch of jocks she could find. Could she be more cliché? To go from a tattooed, cigarette and weed smoking, drug dealing trouble maker to roided out jock boy. Sure we're in college now but It's still pretty damn cliché. She's finally gotten up out of that asshole's lap and finally walking away to give me the time alone I so deserve. I know where she's going. I know that she knows I'm watching. I definitely know what she wants. Who am I to begrudge her? The way her hips shift seductively it's almost like a damn band kicked up and started playing this overly sexy beat to match her walk. That's the kind of world we live in. Brooke Davis can drive a man insane to the point where he hears music. I follow her with my eyes for a moment before I look back at the table she just abandoned. That son of a bitch is already all up in some skanks face. Why can't she see he doesn't deserve her? I may not deserve her anymore then he does but at least I want her. I want all of her. The girl he's got giggling now is oblivious to what would happen to her if Brooke came back and saw this. My girl may look like an angel but she is pure evil. That's right. I still call her my girl because that's what she is and ever will be. M-I-N-E. She'll get tired of fighting me and leave this pathetic loser but until then I'll share because the alternative had me ready to pull my hair out, what's left of it anyways. It's buzzed down pretty low because it leaves me more time to do what I want than mess with some fucking style. I laugh a little knowing Felix must look like a total bitch in the mirror in the morning as he sculpts his perfect spikes. Pussy. Brooke needs a real man. A man that can make her scream and moan and forget about the world and all its troubles. That is exactly what I intend to do.
I'm at her apartment across campus relatively quick. I know the short cuts pretty well by now so it cuts down on travel time to MY Pretty Girl. I'm at her door and I can already notice two things: One she's cooking something amazing because it smells fucking awesome. Two, she's got the radio on in the kitchen and she's playing our song. I call it our song because I think it fits us. I wasn't a huge fan of As Tall As Lions but when I heard 'Maybe I'm Just Tired' it was like the words flowed without me saying a word. I know I'm not good enough for her but she loved me anyway. Either she's just thinking about me or she's expecting me. Either way it means less time is needed to coax her into the inevitable. I know and lean against the door frame while I finish the cigarette I started on the way here. I hear her nearing the door and it's almost like my heart stops when I see her. She's already in her black cheer shorts that say DUKE across the back and her white tank top that says WANT IT in blue across the front. It's an attention getter and very true statement because damn if I don't want her right now. Bad. The smirk on my face appears when I see her give me that dimpled smile I think is only for me. She doesn't smile like that when she's with anyone else but me. I can't help that my eyes take in her beauty and it's then I notice her hair is up. It was down just a little while ago and I notice this right away because her neck is exposed. That'll make it easier to get to. Not that I don't lover her long chocolate waves of delight but sometimes I find myself gripping it and tearing it away from her neck so I can kiss that sexy neck of hers. That's a mark in the column that she was expecting me. She backs away from the door and turns back to her kitchen, her ass swaying all the way.
"What smells good" I ask not really caring because the second she's done I'm on her.
"Just making some turkey burgers. You hungry?"
"Not for that. I kind of have a taste for something sweet and sour."
That's what she was to me. In some moments she's sweet. She running her fingers through my hair when my head is in her lap and then she turns sour and pushed me off of her, sending me crashing to the floor.
"Is that your way of referring to me?"
"Maybe."
"Well if it is maybe you should leave."
"You want me to go?"
"Maybe"
Hmm she's always doing that. She loves to twist my words around and use them on me. Little does she know I'm not leaving without a fight. I sit on one of the stools at her bar and watch as she finishes cooking.
"You know that asshole boyfriend of yours if cheating on you."
"I guess that makes us even."
"No. What we do isn't cheating. I love you."
"No you don't, you love what we used to be."
"I love it when you play hard to get."
"And I hate it when you won't take a hint."
Oh boy, here it comes. The brush off. She'll start with the snarky bitchy comments and think that'll drive me so up the wall and piss me off till I want to leave but she knows that shit doesn't work on me anymore.
"What hint is that Pretty girl?" I ask already knowing what she's going to say so instead of hanging on her next words I pull out another cigarette and light it.
"The hint where I don't want you anymore."
"Did you start to feel that before or after I had you pinned in the backseat of my car last week?"
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about."
She knows what the fuck I'm talking about. She was at the library finishing a paper when I texted her. I wanted to hook up so I told her I'd meet her and buy her dinner afterwards. By the time I got to the backseat she already had her shirt off and was ripping my belt away and about to break the zipper on my jeans. It was times like those that made me sure she wasn't done with me. About as much as I wasn't done with her.
"Why are you here?"
"I came for the company" I say with a smile as the smoke billows out from my lips. I can see she's looking at them. She does that when she wants to kiss me but isn't ready to admit it yet.
"Is there something on my face Davis because you're looking pretty hard?"
I know I sound smug but she does that to me. She drives me to be this smug and condescending asshole when she wants to put up those damn walls and pretend I mean nothing. I know her like the back of my hand so if she wants to push my buttons I can push them right back.
"When's the last time you shaved scruffy?"
My stubble may not be all that subtle but she thinks it's sexy. She likes it when a man has hair on his body, not like those waxed ken dolls. Like her precious Felix.
I figured I'd reward you. I know how much of a turn on it is for you when my stubble brushes on your skin when I kiss down that stomach and-"
"Stop right there. It's not happening."
"Of course not right now, you're cooking."
"No I mean it's not happening again. You want to be a part of my life fine but the benefits part is done."
"You said that last week, and the week before that, and the month before that."
"Well I mean it this time. NO more Lucas. If that's all you came here for you might as well leave."
"No I came here to try and convince you to leave that pathetic son of a bitch and be my woman again."
"Your woman" her eyebrow kinked and he face displayed a similar smirk like mine.
"Do you have…ANY…idea how much of a turn on it is when you do that?"
"Do what?"
"The eyebrow thing. It's like torture."
"Well you deserve a little torture."
"It'll be more than a little if you stop me from being able to touch that sexy body of yours. Come to think it'll be downright evil."
"Isn't that what you call me anyway, 'the evil bitch that broke your heart'?"
"Yes. If you want to undo the damage all you have to do is dump Felix and say you love me, no scratch that admit you are in love with me."
"That's nice and all but there's one problem with that."
"What's that?"
"I don't love you Lucas."
That's it. I've had enough of this shit. She wants to play this game, fine by me, but she's going to admit she loves me and I mean now. I'm putting the cigarette out like I'm all hurt and about to leave because I want her to not see what's coming. She turns back to her food, satisfied that her admission of non-love sent me running. She was turning off the stove when my arms tighten around her. I had been waiting to taste her all day and now she's was going to give me what I was waiting for. She tried to get out of grasp at first but I simply spun her around and kept a tight grip on her hips.
"Lucas-"
She didn't get a chance to voice those meaningless rebuffs because I claimed her lips for myself. She didn't even put up much of a fight this time because her lips parted as if on command. I could feel her hands run up the length of my arm and lock around my neck, forcing our lips to join together all that much more. I don't know what came over me but I had her ass in my hands and she was being dropped onto her counter top and her legs were being pulled apart so I could get close again. The moans she lets out are like music to my ears. Her hands are behind her now and she's bracing herself on the counter as she leans into me. She tastes like the best dessert ever made, better than any chocolate. All I know is that I have to have her. I back away slowly to pull her tank over her head. It's almost jarring at how much lust is in her hazel eyes. Those eyes always give her away. She does the same with my T-shirt and it joins the growing pile on the floor of her kitchen. I'm back between her legs now and she's got them wrapped around me like a warm blanket to keep out the cold. She's on fire right now as I taste the lust of her tongue. Her arms are back around me again and it's no surprise that when we break for air she moans my name.
"That's right baby. Tell me how bad you want it?"
The thickness of my voice is full of desire and she knows it.
"I hate that I want you."
"You can't help it."
"I can't help it" she said to me almost straining when she said can't.
" I don't want you to. I want you to want me as much as I need you."
Her eyes filled a little with tears but only enough to make her gorgeous eyes glassy and irresistible. I pick her up and carry her back to her bedroom like I have done so many times over the last three months and I fall to the bed with her falling underneath me. She looks almost too sexy under me, right where she belongs. She laid there lightly trailing her fingers along my scruffy jaw as I gaze down at her. Her thumb sweeps across my bottom lip as if to test if this moment is really happening. It is and it only gets better.
"Why can't you admit it" I ask really wanting to know why.
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Because I let you in once and then you hurt me so bad."
"I could promise a lot of things," my eyes drift up to the hair that has gathered on her face and for some reason I have to sweep it away. I want to see her whole face.
My eyes are back to hers and I see the hurt. That much is obvious. I didn't treat her right last time. She deserved so much and I was too stupid to realize that till she wasn't mine anymore. I need her to know and feel how deep my feelings run for her, "but I need you to understand that I would wait forever for you. I don't wait for shit. But I would for you. You make me so fucking crazy that I can't think about anything else but you. Do you still feel it?
"I feel it every time you look at me but I can't go back to that Lucas. I won't."
"You don't have to, I'll make you a promise this time. I know I hurt you last time Pretty Girl but it won't be like that if you come back to me. When you some back to me."
"I'm not Lucas."
"You are, slowly you are cause if you weren't we wouldn't be laying here talking."
This is true. Normally we'd get down with the groiny business and I'd be half way to nutting but not this time. She's letting us slow down and talk. She won't normally do that.
"I don't know how else to say it Lucas. I'm not coming back."
"You're already back baby."
I leaned down and kissed her. It might've been a little rough but she gave as good as she got. Her legs are back where they belong and they are pushing my shorts down slowly from my waist. I can already feel her hand smoothing down my chest to my boxers. She won't stop, she never does because as much as she like to tease me she ends up turning herself on even more. Those games come back to bite her in the ass every time. I can taste honey. It's not blatant but noticeable none the less. That's what her mouth tastes like today. Like honey and fuck if it ain't addictive. Her hair is in my hands and to give me the leverage I want I pull her ponytail to the side and arc her head away giving me access to her neck perfectly. She lets me do it like she wants me to do it as bad as I want to. What the hell is wrong with us? Why can't we get it together and just be it for one another. I want that so bad. I could never tell her any of this freely because she'd never let me hear the end of it but if she needs proof of my desire for her this will do. The action of sucking her neck sends chills right down to my soul because she moans to let me know that it drives her crazy. The way she rubs against me is starting to ring that bell that can't be unrung. It starts out slowly as a small vibration till it travels through me till it shakes me down right to my core. It's at that time I'm done with the games. Her shorts are about to be ripped from her body so I pry her legs away from my waist and reach down to pull at the fabric. She too is getting impatient so she she unlocks her lips from me and does a good job and doing away with the shorts and her panties. Normally I'd be upset she took that honor from me but she wants it bad and to be truthful so do I. Enough with the pleasantries and down to business. The urgency I feel in my body won't give me the time to remove my briefs so they simply get pushed down far enough for my hard on to bound out into the sexually charge atmosphere. She's quick to lean back and grab a condom from her night stand and put it on me in record time. Damn she looks sexy putting that condom on me. Even sexier when she looks into my eyes with that mischievous look that tells me this time is going to be fucking fantastic. This would usually be the part where she turns around and lets me fuck her from the back. Something about looking in my eyes makes it hard for her when we're this close but this time she backs up on the bed and lays on her back. I take my rightful place between those flawless thighs and I rest my arms on the bed just over both her shoulders. She's looking at me so focused I almost want to beg her to tell me what's going through her mind but it's useless. She'll tell me when she's ready. I shift my hips letting my erection brush over her folds. I know it's giving her some pleasure because her eyes are fluttering. Not closed but they are fluttering. I decide I've had enough and I sink into her and watch the hazel eyes I love so much roll up behind her eyelids that close when my hips start to propel into a frenzy of thrusts. I know this kind of speed will bring her to her release soon enough but what I want most is for her to let me make love to her. She hates the slow pace so I figure I give her a quick orgasm and then I can sneak a slow fuck in after. To my surprise she puts her hands on my ass which slow my pace.
"Slow down" she pants out in that raspy voice that has me hypnotized. So I do as she says. I slow down because she wants it and I want it more. Her hips are starting to move with mine and that tells me this is the desired speed. She didn't want to be fucked this time and she lets me know that with a simple utterance of those two words. I'm starting to lose my train of thought as my ringing gets harder and harder. I can hear her through my cloud of bliss that she's getting close. Next I can feel as her teeth sink into my shoulder. I'm sure I grunted because she giggles a little at me. She always thought it was funny when she could hurt me during sex because I can't do shit about it. The arms I had over her shoulder fine refuge from the quake that's about to rip through both of us. One arm outstretches out to the side while the other grabs her pony tail again and pulls it back so she can look in my eyes. I'm staring down at the most yearned for sight ever. She's managed to force open her eyes and she's looking at me with all the love she has just like she used to. I can't help the words that find their way out of my mind.
"Leave him."
I breathed it out so quickly I didn't have time to censor let alone prime myself for what she said after.
"Ok."
I let it stay in the forward parts of my mind but off to the side as I finished her off. Her orgasm is like the best reward I could ask for. It's for her and for me because I feel her walls clamp down so hard that it almost pushes me out. Knowing this is how she is when she cums I'm ready so I'm pushed in as far as her body will let me go in and I stay there making short strokes, not even taking myself half way out. Her mouth is open as she cries out in passion. I can't help wanting to kiss her when I see this so instead I line my mouth up to hers and it's as if we are sharing the same breath as she pants to regain herself. Her mouth opens mine does too. Her lips close a little, so do mine. It's like one of those moments when you just know. What It is you know only two people who are in love know; that this is it. I'm not done just yet so I pick up the pace again, not too fast but fast enough to build it back up so I can nut too. It doesn't take long before I feel it almost boiling over and Even though my eyes are shut now I can feel her watching me. I have to bite my entire bottom lip to hold onto this feeling when I feel her brush her fingers over my face. She watching me and waiting for me to cum but she's also waiting for something else. It's not till I let out a quick 'I'm about to cum' that she says it.
"I want you back."
It was the last thing I expected but the one thing I hoped for. My release is like a bon fire out of control and the shots that spill out from me keep coming and my groans with each one tip her off that it must be a lot. Once the last one shot into her is done and my cock twitches in her I finally have the courage to open my eyes and look at her. She's smiling like that cat that swallowed two canaries. I lean down to kiss her softly to let her know I heard her.
"You can't have something back that you never lost."
She's smiling again and it's one of those times when you don't want the moment to end but it does when we hear banging on her door. It's a little too heavy to be Rachel or Peyton.
"It's probably Felix."
"You want me to get it?"
"No I got it."
As she slips from underneath me I notice the huge fucking hickey on her neck I know he'll see the minute she opens the door so I decided to get up and go to the door with her. I get on the outside of the door so he won't see me but she'll see me. She opens the door and sure enough it's that prick. I can smell the foreign perfume on him so I know she must which I can tell she does when he tries to take a step inside and she pushes him in the chest to stop him. I wink at her which I know she catches from the blush that appears on her gorgeous face.
"Felix listen-"
"What the fuck Brooke?"
Out of habit I clench my fists ready to round that door and beat the shit out of this asshole if he raises his voice to her again but she cuts me off with her usual bitchy tone. She's about to tear Felix a new one.
"What the hell? I should be asking you the same thing you pathetic pussy. Is that Bevin's perfume I smell, oh yeah it is. I know it is because I bought it for that whore on her birthday last week. So here's what the hell Felix."
She reaches behind the door to me and grabs my hand and pulls me do her. Our lips crash together like waves on a hot sandy shore and when that happens, I pretty much tune everything else out. The only thing I can do is give a parting shot before I leave him looking stupid on her door step. I pull myself away from her and look that punk in the eyes.
"She's mine now asshole."
I feel her snuggle into my side and I slam the door to finish my point before I go back to kissing her. It's not long before I sweep her back into my arms and carry her back to her room to just hold her for a while till the moment strikes me again. On the way back she surprises me again.
"I love you Lucas Scott."
"I love you more Brooke Davis."
Awwwww such sweet I love yous that it almost gave me a cavity. So that's it folks. If you feel like reviewing and leaving your comments feel free.