'Four. Three. Two. One. Okay, one more time. Count Brooke, ignore him.' Her own voice streamed through her head as she coached herself through his sweet torture. If he continued to kiss her like this she was sure to break. It wasn't that she didn't want to be with him, she'd just promised herself she wouldn't be until they were both ready to commit to that again. As the seconds rushed by, his kisses became longer, more intense causing her knees to grow weak. No matter how hard she tried to pull away, she couldn't. Her lips were kissing back just as eagerly as his. A part of her wondered if he'd coated his lips in sugar because his kiss tasted especially good to her right now. Neither had opened their mouths yet, but you still couldn't tell where one mouth started and the other began. Pulling away wasn't an option. Somehow Lucas knew her knees were about to buckle so he led her backwards, pressing her back up against the wall by his bedroom door. What they were doing was risqué; Karen could come home at any second and bust them. Lucas didn't seem to care. His hands move to her hips, his body pressed into hers. Almost as if they had a mind of their own, Brooke's hands found their way into the hair at the back of Lucas' head just above the base of his neck. His right hand moved up the hem of her t-shirt slipping around to rest on her flat stomach. His movement earned a soft sigh from Brooke. His hand slipped out from her shirt and he pulled away from her completely. Brooke looked up into his eyes, taking in deep breaths to catch her breath. Lucas looked down at her, their eyes connected, staring at each other. Nothing could've broken their stare. Her hands had since fallen to her sides. Lucas, never taking his eyes off of hers, moved his hands to the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Still, their gaze wasn't broken. She gulped silently and moved her hands to the sides of his face, moving her head in and placing her lips over his. There was no turning back now. The kiss was aggressive on her part which surprised him but he wasn't going to stop her. He dropped her shirt to the floor. His arms went to her waist, wrapping them around her slim body and lifting her into his arms. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around his waist. Lucas pressed her against the wall, giving her support as his hand fumbled to find the handle of his bedroom door to open it. Brooke held herself around him tighter, letting him get the door open a little easier. Once he finally turned the knob, he kicked the door open with his foot and carried her inside. It didn't take long for him to stumble over to the bed, dropping them both down on it.

"That was… wow," Lucas managed to get out in between breaths as he rolled his body off of Brooke's. All she could do was nod; breathing had become hard for her.

"You okay?" Lucas asked turning to face her as he covered them with the blankets on his bed.

"Never better," Brooke replied, cuddling her body up against his with a bright smile.

"Lucas, I'm home," a faint call echoed through the house just as the two had shut their eyes to relax.

"Damnit," Lucas said in a rushed voice, hurrying to get out of the bed. Brooke watched him for a second before reality hit. Karen was home. They were in her house, naked. If there was a time for panicking, this was definitely it.

"Lucas?" Karen's voice had gotten a little louder; she was closer to his room.

"Brooke get dressed," Lucas said throwing her jeans over to her. Brooke had since gotten out of bed, scanning the floor for her clothes.

Brooke smirked, it wasn't her fault she couldn't find her clothes, "Where's my bra?" Brooke put her underwear on, pulling her jeans up her legs after that.

Lucas tossed her bra over to her; somehow it'd gotten caught on his mini basketball hoop. Talk about scoring. Lucas had gotten dressed and had started to throw his sheets around on his bed, making it look neater then it was. Brooke had squatted down and was throwing things around trying to find her shirt, "Luke where'd you throw my shirt?"

Lucas shrugged and dropped down on his bed, picking up a random book and pretending to read.

"Luke," Brooke said louder as she stood up, "Where'd you throw my shirt?"

The bedroom door opened suddenly, "This shirt?"

Brooke glanced over towards the voice; Karen stood holding the shirt Luke had discarded outside the door. Her eyes grew wide, arms instinctively moving to cover herself. Lucas groaned and got up, taking the shirt from his mothers hand and tossing it to a beat red Brooke.

"It's not..." Lucas began before he was cut off by Karen.

"What it looks like? I've heard the story before Lucas. Please, do tell me what it is then," Karen said glancing between the two teenagers.

"It's not his fault," Brooke said completely ready to take the blame for what happened. "We were just kissing, he stopped… I started it again." That was partially the truth.

Lucas shook his head, he wasn't embarrassed, "Yeah I stopped kissing her… but only to take off her shirt, then she started kissing me again. We had sex; I'm not going to deny it. Ground me, do what you must."

Brooke smiled, for some reason it felt nice to hear him say that. Lucas smiled back at her; neither bothering to look at Karen's stunned face.

"Brooke, if you'll excuse us, I need to speak with my son," Karen said simply.

Brooke quickly nodded, "Yeah. Sure. I'll see you later Luke."

He pulled her to him, placed a few gentle kisses on her lips and let her go. As she was walking out the backdoor of his room she turned back to face him, "I love you."

A smile that warmed Brooke's heart crossed his face again, "I love you too." With that she left his bedroom and headed out to her car hoping Karen would go a little easy on him.

Karen shook her head at her son. She couldn't be mad at him, especially not after hearing them exchange I love yous. Her main goal in life was to make her son happy and right now she'd never seen him happier. "I hope I don't have to warn you to be careful."

Lucas shook his head, "No, we're okay."

"Good. Well... don't let this happen again," she couldn't ground him. Karen turned and started out of his room, "Oh and Luke..." She turned to face him again, "I'm glad you're happy."

Lucas smiled, "Yeah me too."

Note: So here it is. Another fanfiction. I'm very known to have more than one fanfiction going at once. I've got this one pretty planned out. My best friend and I discussed it; she likes the idea so you can all thank Hillary for the motivation. According to what you all say, this may be an M rated fiction.