Disclaimer: I do not own OTH, or any of its characters.

This is either a one-shot, or the first chapter of a short series. It's AU, Brooke, Peyton and Rachel are four years younger than the other characters. The background of the characters is still the same. Lucas and Brooke new each other slightly from THH and meet by chance in New York when he is 24 and she is 20. They fall for one another fast, et la nave va. This is "M", as there will be explicit sex scenes.

Chapter 1 – Brooke

It had been a long shift. Christmas was two weeks away and the store was still packed. After standing around for almost six hours in three-inch heels, my feet were sore and my smile was getting a little frazzled. He was standing next to a display of lacy underwear, looking a little lost.

He was mid-twenties, about six feet, thin, blonde with a buzz cut and was wearing a tan sports jacket, white shirt, sky-blue tie, dark blue slacks and sneakers. The ensemble looked relaxed and suggested college professor, or something like it. He also looked a bit familiar. I approached him, touching his arm. "Welcome to Victoria's Secret. Can I help you?" He startled a little, and looked straight into my eyes, with a half-smile.

"Hi. I..." slow recognition lighted up his face. "Brooke, right?"

After a little hesitation, I also recognized him. "Yes." I laugh a bit. "Lucas Scott."

He was an acquaintance from back home, a close friend of my bestie's long-time boyfriend. He was pretty hot back in high school, and looked even yummier now. I recalled the sharp blue eyes that always seemed to see a bit more than they should. I smile at him and straighten his tie. "Always cool to see an the face of an old friend." . I am not an akward fifteen-year-old anymore, and he looked both interesting and interested. Well, business first.

"What are you looking for, Mr. Scott?"

"Please, call me Luke. I've been dating this co-worker, and we've hooked up a couple of times. She is a very nice girl, sweet, pretty and smart, but a bit too... serious. You know, sober professional clothing, low shoes and no-nonsense underwear. I was hoping to give her some naughty girl undies for christmas, maybe spice things up a bit."

I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Well, a fine-looking specimen like this doesn't go around unattached for long, and he wouldn't be in this store buying gifts for his mother. Besides, a few dates and a couple of hook-ups didn't sound seriously taken. "Well, Luke, you certainly came to the right place. So, tell me a bit about your girl."

"Her name is Lindsay, and she works.." He was interrupted by Brooke's giggling.

"No, silly. I mean her size and her coloring"

He looks a bit embarassed. "Of course, sorry. She is a tall girl, maybe five foot nine, very fair, light brown hair and huge baby blue eyes. I believe she is a size four, with C cups."

I smile. Hm, attentive and knowledgeable. "Nothing to apologize, handsome. We can certainly work with this." I rummage a bit behind a counter and bring out two pairs of matching tiny panties and push-up bras, both lace in different patterns. One set is deep turquoise and the other a gorgeous burgundy red. "What do you think?"

He examines them, caressing the fabric with his fingertips. He is unembarassed and a bit aroused, probably imagining his girlfriend in them. "I like the red better. But the blue ones will bring out her eyes. I'll take the blue ones."

Clever. Red is sexier, specially in a fair girl, but the blue will make the gift more personal. "Good choice. Let me write this up and point you to the cashier. I'll wrap it for you."

"Thanks."

I give him a saucy smile and touch his arm. "You're welcome, handsome."

After I hand him the bag with his purchase, he holds my arm and looks me in the eyes. His clever blues gives me a little flutter.

"It was very nice seing you, Brooke. We should catch up sometime, maybe over coffee?"

Yes, definitely interested. "Do you have plans for tonight, Luke?"

His eyes brighten. "Not really. Some boys from the office were talking about a drink around the corner. They should probably be there about now. I was planning on a run, pizza and a book at home later."

"On a Friday night? What's with Lindsay?"

"She is out of town, back on Sunday evening."

"Hm, a sad, abandoned boy. Listen, sweety. My shift is over. Do you want to grab a bite, and catch up?" I'm laying odds with myself, about even actually, that someone is getting lucky tonight. It's been a long time, and he is seriously hot.

"Sure, I'd love to. I'll just text one of my boys to say that something came up."

"Give my ten minutes to change into street clothes. I'll be back." I hold onto his shoulder, go on tiptoes, and give him a quick peck on the lips. He smiles and looks startled. It's best to keep things moving forward.

I change into a short black leather skirt with light purple tights, white ballet shoes, black turtleneck and a white jacket. I leave my hair loose and reaply my make-up. Not particularly sexy, but well put together and pretty. When I come back, He is looking at the movement outside, still pretty hectic with holiday shoppers. "Luke."

He turns around, and checks me out slowly, lingering over my legs. Confident, maybe even a bit too much. I turn around, to give him a full view, and strut a bit, just to encourage him. This time he takes the initiative, and gives me a lingering kiss on the lips, to which I respond by grinding myself a bit against him. Keeping it PG-13, since, on one hand, it is my workplace, but, on the other, it is a Victoria's Secret store, and sexy is what's for sale. I say goodbye to my smiling colleagues and grab his arm, to head outside. "So, do you have any favorite restaurants in the neighborhood? I'm guessing you work around here somewhere."

"That's right, three blocks uptown, on Park. Do you like Thai? There is a little place a couple of blocks away."

"I know the place. Good choice."

It's a bit after six, and the streets are very crowded and noisy. We walk slowly. I hold his arm, without talking, pressing close to him. I like our silence, it's not strained. We are just enjoying each other's physical company. We arrive at the restaurant, and Luke proves to be a properly raised southern boy, holding the door for me, and pushing my chair. I enjoy his attentiveness, and the envious stares of the women sitting nearby. It's a small table and we sit across each other. He intertwines his long, strong fingers in one hand with my small ones and lightly touches one of his legs to mine under the table. I look into his eyes, and feel a rising flood of desire, unexpected and completely inappropriate. He manages to surprise me.

"You know, pretty girl. I think Lindsay is history."

It takes me a few seconds to catch up with myself. I give him a level stare. "I hope that is not on my account."

"Well, yes and no. I don't presume that anything beyond a nice meal and conversation will happen," and smiling, "although I do hope for more. The issue is that you've made such a strong impression in these few minutes, that my thing with Lindsay feels boring." He pauses for effect. "How is the exchange policy in unused items at Victoria's Secret?"

"You can probaby get a full refund..."

"No. I just want to exchange them for the red ones." and he looks into my eyes. "Size two and D cups?"

I giggle. "Double D's. I picked up a set of the red ones at the store for myself just now. I was hoping to show them to you later today." I have to get a hold of myself, or I'll end up doing him right on top of this table. We play each other like fiddles. The boys I've been with have either been assertive types, shallow and egocentric or skittish, yielding the initiative to me. Lucas seems to take the game, my favorite game, to a whole different level. Except that it doesn't feel like a game with him. And that is a scary thought." He probably thinks we are moving too fast as well. He breaks eye and leg contact, straightens up in his chair, keeping just the intertwined fingers.

"I'd like that. I remember I met you when I was a senior in high school, you were a freshmen. Your best friend, Peyton, right? She was dating my friend Jake, I kept in touch with him until the sophomore year in college, and he was doing the long distance thing with Peyton, but I haven't been in touch in three years. Do you know if they are still together?"

"Yes they are. Peyton is a junior at the Savannah Institute of Art and Design, and Jake teaches music in a local high school, coaches girl basketball and sings in bars and clubs. They actually got engaged a couple of months ago. They are planning to get married in Tree Hill in June, and I am going to be maid of honor. I talk to Peyton at least once a week and she is going to be thrilled I saw you."

The waiter comes to take their order. They both order shrimp pad thay, satay chicken as an appetizer and jasmin tea. "Well, say hi to Jake and Peyton from me. What about you, when did you arrive in New York?"

"I came to New York straight from high school, two and a half years ago. I am a junior at the Parsons School of Design, I've been working part time at Victoria's Secret for a year and I own a small fashion line called "Clothes over Bros", basically online sales, that I started in high school. I'm crazy busy, but I really enjoy it. What about you?"

"I've been in New York for a year and a half, working as a junior editor for a big publishing house called Brookline and Pearsons. I'm finishing a novel, that I hope to be sending to publishers in a month or so. The other big thing in my life is basketball. I played for two years in college, got injured and became an assistant coach for two years. Now I am coaching a group of really talented teens in a community center near my home in Queens."

"You live alone?"

"Yes. I live in a small two bedroom in an interesting neighborhood. I enjoy being alone with my books and my writing, maybe a bit too much. What about you?"

"I'm a social butterfly, as you may have guessed. I share a one-bedroom in SoHo with two other girls, Millie and Rachel. We were actually planning on going clubbing tonight. Do you want to come?"

Lucas smiles. "Sounds like fun, pretty girl. I'd love to meet your friends."

Our food arrives, first the tea and the appetizer, and then the entree. We start talking about music and quickly discover our tastes are completely incompatible. I like light pop, Britney Spears, for example, which Lucas hates. Lucas likes alternative and punk rock, like Honorary Title, NOFX and Audioslave, which I usually call "whiny, depressing shit". "God, it's like talking to Peyton. You two have the same damned taste in music." In fact, those two are close, both in looks and ways. A pair of tall, skinny, hot, broody blondes. I found myself a boy Peyton. No wonder I like him so much. I laugh at this thought.

"Share the thought?"

"I just realized you're like a boy Peyton."

He laughs. "I remember Peyton as this tall skinny cheerleader, long thin arms and legs, huge mess of curly hair, and a temper. I didn't really get what Jake saw in her."

"She's become a gorgeous leggy blonde, with this badass rocker style. The temper is still there, but she is very sweet with Jake. Those two are crazy for each other."

"I remember you too. I guess you were a bit slow to mature, cause at fifteen, you looked like you were twelve. And sort of shy too, I am not sure I heard you say more than half a dozen words before today. But you seemed to change when you were cheering. You looked older, sexy and full of energy. You were my favorite in the squad that year, I was always keeping an eye on you during the games. In truth, I was tempted to ask you out, but I felt I would look like a perv dating you. I'm glad I finally got my wish."

"I did have a bit of a crush on you freshmen year, so I'm also fullfiling a wish from back then."

I put my hands under my breasts. "These puppies showed up during the summer between freshmen and sophomore years. One year I was this little thing people barely noticed. Next year I had every Don Juan and his cousin in school sniffing after me. I had a lot of fun after that. I also became captain of the squad."

He looks at me and talks softly. I'm beginning to recognize this look as his hungry look. It lights a little fire between my legs. "Do you still have a Tree Hill cheer uniform?"

I look at him, with, what I assume, is my own version of the hungry look. "Yes. And it still fits perfectly."

"I confess I don't know which I would prefer to see on you. The red set from the store, or your old uniform."

"There is no reason to choose, broody. I'll let you undress me wearing both."

With that we get a little lost in our fantasies. We finish our meals quietly and call for the check, which he pays. We go out into the street, hand in hand. We don't kiss, because we both know we need a room. I suggest we go to my place, cause I can claim the bedroom for a couple of hours. I am supposed to meet the girls there to go out. He gets a cab, and fifteen minutes later we are arriving.

Our apartment is a third story walk-up, there is a nice living room, which doubles as Millie's bedroom, and a small bedroom, which I share with Rachel. It's messy, there is clothes everywhere and very girlish. Peyton painted a view of Central Park on one of the walls. Rachel and I are hopeless in the kitchen, the queens of take-out, but Millie is a pretty handy cook. There is nobody home yet, so we start kissing when we get inside, and things get pretty frantic. Before we start undressing, I get Lucas to the bedroom and close the door, with a black scrunchie in the knob, code for occupied – hot steamy sex in progress inside.

I take a little step backwards, put both my hands up, palm forward and smile at him. "I know, but we are going to enjoy this more if we take it slowly. First, I want you presentable when we go out, so an orderly undressing for you. Just kneel down here in front of me." He's got the hungry look, together with a very pleased smile.

"Sure, pretty girl"

I first remove his jacket, fold it and place it in Rachel's bed. His eyes follow me closely as I move about. Next I remove his tie and undo the first three buttons of his shirt. I hold his head with both my hands, and I give him a deep, slow kiss. I feel his big, strong hands in me, under my skirt. "Get up." He complies, and I finish unbuttoning his shirt. I caress his chest and abdomen, pleased with the strong, defined muscles. He's not really built, just very toned. I remove his shirt, folding it carefully on top of the jacket.

I get back to him, grab his sides and tease his nipples with my mouth, first one side then the other. He tastes of salty male, and I can smell sweat, soap and a little perfume on his skin. He smells very nice. While I tease his nipples, he puts his hand on my hair and groans. In the meantime, by touch, I am undoing his belt buckle and the buttons of his pants. I step backwards, keeping my hands on his chest. "Remove them." He takes off his shoes and socks first, pulls the pants down, hops a little to clear them and gives me the pants. I fold the pants and place them besides the jacket, as I examine him. Tiny black briefs, and a very large erection. He just stands there, smiling and relaxed. Hm. This boy knows he looks good. I kneel down in front of him, looking up into his eyes, and slowly pull down his briefs, clearing it from one foot, and then the other. I keep the briefs in my hands, and I nibble and lick his thighs. I set the briefs down in the floor, slide my hands slowly from his feet, his calves and thighs. I caress him while I take him in my mouth, sucking lightly, staring at his face while I do it. He nearly loses it then, but my boy has been around, and he can hold it in for a bit. I kiss it, tease his jewels lightly with my fingers and giggle, as I get up again, picking up the briefs, and setting them down on top of his slacks. "It's your turn now, gorgeous. Undress me".

He looks me in the eye. "I'm going to enjoy this, sexy." He takes my jacket away, folding it next to his jacket, and pulls my turtleneck from inside my skirt and pull it up slowly, revealing the red brassiere. He stops when my arms are up and my face is hidden by the shirt, and caresses me. "Very nice." He pulls out the turtleneck, reverses it, folds it and puts it on top of my jacket. Next he grabs my face and gives me a deep slow kiss. He kneels down, removes my shoes, finds the zipper in the back of the skirt, unzips it and pulls the skirt down slowly. Next he pulls down the pantyhose. He finds the piercing in my bellybutton, licking, nibbling and kissing around it. He also finds my tat, a small chinese character on the left side of my belly, right above the panties. He traces it lightly with his fingers. "Very sexy. What does it mean?" I've been asked this question many times, and my answer varies. I tell him the truth.

"It means love."

He gets up, and puts the skirt and pantyhose next to my jacket. Now I am left with the red set from the store. "God, you're beautiful."

I smile. "Thanks, Luke. You look pretty nice yourself. So, one promisse fulfilled. I twirl around, giving him a full view. Next I turn around, back to him, spread my legs, bend forwards, giving him a nice view. I tease myself with one hand, keeping the other on the ground. I can hear him breathing heavily. I pull myself up, and turn around, facing him. "So, finish the job? I am dying to have little Lucas there inside myself."

He uses both hands to undo the clasp of the bra, removing it and freeing me. I know with large boobs like mine, I don't get to keep them perky for very long, but, at twenty, they are still very, very nice. I pull my shoulders back and he goes to work sucking and licking. I keep my hands in his hair, and close my eyes, enjoying the electric pleasure. He leaves a trail of little kisses in my breasts, down my belly, and, in reaching the panty line, slowly pulls the panties down. He leaves the panties down, and slides a finger inside my fold. Very wet. He looks me in the eye and slowly licks his finger. "Hmm. Nice tasting girl." I just moan his name. He sticks a long finger inside me and spreads my fold with his other hand, going to work with his tongue in my nub, as he works his finger inside me. It doesn't take me long to come.

"I want you inside of me."

"Condoms?"

"First drawer there."

He finds a condom and opens it.

"Let me." I take the condom from him and do it, pinching the tip, and rolling it down his erection, pulling it until it is smooth and secure. I stand up on tiptoes, put my arms around his neck and kiss him, deeply. He holds me up, way up. This boy is strong. I pull my legs up, over his arms, and he slowly pulls me down, going inside me. I keep on kissing him, while he pulls me up and down, slowly. I know he won't last long, so I say "bed". He places me down, and he gets over me, back inside, completely filling me, and increasing his rhythm. I close my eyes and, as he finally drops his load, moaning my name, As he finishes, I come again, loudly.

I crawl up the bed, lying on my side, and he lies down facing me. He starts playing with my hair, looking into my eyes while I grab one of his hands, and play with his fingers. He pulls me in, chin on my head, embracing me, while I continue to play with his fingers. A post-coital cuddler, nice.

I love the feel of lying in his arms. I start to drift, as the excitement of being with him tones down a bit, and the long day of work makes itself felt again. I guess he is pretty tired too, because I can feel him fading as well.

I wake up with movement on the living room. Lucas is opening his eyes too.

"Hello, lover."

He gives me a broad smile. "Hi, lover." He gives me a very sweet slow kiss and asks. "Rested?"

"Somewhat."

"Me too. What time is it?"

I look at the alarm clock on my bedstand. "It's half past nine." We slept for a couple of hours."A shower?"

"That would be nice."

"Just a second." I go to my closet, and pull out a box. Inside I pick up a large hoodie and some boxers, which I hand to him. "I knew these would come in handy." I put on shorts and a tank top, and tie my hair in a lovers knot. I hand him a clean towel. "Ok, time to face the world."