Hey, Chandler here. Yep, I'm posting another story, even though my first one, Don't Blink, is still in progress (To anyone who would like a long Bl fic, check that one!). I promise I'll be updating soon, but this story has been bouncing around in my head for a few weeks now and last night it made it's entire escape into my laptop in one run. I have a plan for this story, so if you would like me to write more, review and tell me so!

Description: She tells herself it was just a random rebound lay. But she knows the truth: At some point that night what she had with him changed into something more. Way more. It became about them. AU Brooke-centric. BC, BL, LP, BJ, JP, RC, NH. Summary inside.

Background/Summary: Brooke, Peyton, and Rachel are best friends who live in NYC, two years out of high school. Brooke is heading C/B, a huge and growing fashion line, which provides plenty of income. That's really all you need to know as of right now, hopefully the story will unfold well enough to prove a summary unnecessary. ;)

M-rated for a reason.

Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with or the owner of One Tree Hill or the CW. I wish I were though.

Title: Himerus and Eros, by The Spill Canvas. Don't own them either. :(


The aura of the hours before a party was always strange: there's excitement, anticipation. A night of fun, friends, hooking up and hanging out. But there was also the same tired resignation to it all. They knew the scene, the parties in New York were always the same. A night of going through the motions, the same old thing until you can't feel it anymore. No one ever really realized this mixed atmosphere before a night out—They consciously felt the excitement and unconsciously knew that it would be the same.

That didn't mean they weren't looking forward to tonight.

Brooke Davis smiled as she turned on her straightening iron and reached for the mascara. Tonight was one of those nights, another New York party, and she and her two best friends, Rachel Gatina and Peyton Sawyer, would be there until early morning. There would be drinks of every kind possible, and as many drinking games to go along with them, good music and better guys.

She was in her element.

Brooke thought of how Rachel had excitedly called them to gush about the invitations to the party. "Yeah, there's a guy I met over here that can get us in, you feel like it?" she had asked casually. And yes, that was bored, cool Rachel's definition of gushing. Brooke and Peyton, who had been having lunch together at the time, had eagerly accepted.

The three had been friends since high school, all the way back in Charlotte, North Carolina. Brooke had started a small fashion line near the end of their senior year, and just a month after she graduated she had received an offer to showcase her line in Macy's, another invitation she had readily accepted. Without a doubt in her mind, she had hopped on a plane, flown to New York, met with the Macy's execs, and decided this was her life. She had rented an apartment that week.

Two weeks later, Peyton moved up, and then Rachel came. They had lived together since high school, almost two years, in a three-bedroom apartment that was primarily funded by her fashion empire, Clothes over Bros, owned by fiery twenty year old Brooke Davis. Rachel soon got a job modeling for the company, but Peyton was still trying to pursue something with music.

And Brooke's success hadn't stopped there. On a personal side, she had met Chase Adams and they had instantly fallen for each other. They had been dating for four months now, and he was going to meet her at the party tonight.

"Oh, poor Brooke's got a leash,"Rachel and Peyton had teased good-naturedly when they heard Chase was coming. As she dabbed on some dark blue eye shadow, Brooke felt a surge of love for her closest friends.

"B. Davis!" came Peyton's loud, impatient shout, and the sudden surge of love vanished. Brooke rolled her eyes, knowing that she was pushing it, that they were going to be later than they had planned. A second later, the blonde bounded into the room, planting her hands on her hips. She had long, dark skinny jeans on, with a green tanktop that matched her eyes and her mom's vintage leather jacket. That was Peyton, always eclectic and badass. "You ready yet?" She took in Brooke, whose hair was only half straightened, and imagined the answer. No.

"Just a second, calm down." Brooke's tone was equally impatient. You couldn't rush things like this. She ran the iron over her hair quickly, then looked appraisingly in the mirror. After a second of considering, she ran a hand through her long brown locks, pushing them back and mussing it slightly. "How's this?" she asked, turning to Peyton for her friend's opinion. She wore a red, low-cut halter top, one that exposed her shoulders and upper back, paired with a mini skirt. Both were exclusively C/B.

"You look great. Hair's sexy, Chase won't be able to keep his hands off you." Peyton's answer was monotone, like she had been over this too many times. Checking her phone, she rolled her eyes to Brooke and smiled to let the brunette know that she was joking. "Can we go now? Rachel's out in the car, already pissed."

"Fine, let's go!"


The party started at nine, and despite Brooke's slowness, they arrived a few minutes after ten thirty. Chase was standing outside, his brown hair ruffled by the light October wind. He grinned widely as the girls screeched to a halt in front of him.

"It's about time you got here!" he laughed, going to embrace Brooke as she climbed out of the car. He smiled at the other two, and they stuck their tongues out.

Brooke kissed him lightly. "Really?" she mocked, "And how long have you been here?" He shrugged and grinned.

"All of about thirty seconds. C'mon, I'll get you a drink." Chase wore a deep red shirt, complimenting Brooke's. She loved that they went together so well: The girl and her boyfriend.

The party was in a popular club, with a bar, stage and dance floor downstairs and a lounge upstairs. The building itself was inconspicuous looking enough, just a small warehouse, with bare walls and an exposed ceiling. Perfect for them.

Brooke, Peyton, and Rachel entered together, with Chase to the left and slightly behind Brooke. The three striking girls entered shoulder to shoulder, attracting many male stares. Chase stepped forward and put an arm around Brooke's shoulder, but she didn't know whether he was marking his territory or showing her off. She rolled her eyes and played along, kissing him on the cheek.

"What's the agenda for tonight?" Rachel asked, messing up her hair slightly and looking around. She had on a tight, strapless top paired with a miniskirt like Brooke's and high heels. Together, they instinctively headed for a bar. Chase stopped to talk to someone he knew.

Peyton smirked. "You mean tonight, or right now? Because I think the former is really up to whatever guy you choose." Brooke laughed and Rachel rolled her eyes toward the blonde.

"How about we just start with our usual?" Brooke suggested, shaking her head with a smile. "Then, the night will take us wherever. Deal?" Her friends nodded, even though that was what they always did anyways.

They sidestepped a tall, blonde guy, then Rachel addressed the bartender. "Hey, we'll have three vodkas." She nodded at him, then turned back to her friends.

"Can I see your IDs?" came his voice from behind them. Rachel turned, looking irritated at being interrupted. She rolled her eyes and handed him the piece of plastic, and Brooke and Peyton did the same.

"Ok," he said within seconds, "Thank you Kimberly, Carly, and Chelsea." He handed their fake ID's back, and they took them wordlessly.

Rachel turned and drowned the drink he had set on the bar. "C'mon, skanks!" She grinned, relishing the burn of the alcohol in her throat. Brooke and Peyton laughed and followed suit, having no problem with the drinks. The three wove deeper into the club, with Brooke grabbing Chase along the way.


The night became a blur, a whirlwind of color and sound and life. The music blasted, bodies massed together in a mess of bodies on the dance floor, drinks flowed. People talked and laughed and shouted and screamed. Brooke could feel the hot, humid atmosphere; feel her latest drink drying on her lips.

Suddenly, Chase's arms snaked around her waist from behind, and she felt his breath on her neck. "Where've you been, babe? I've been looking for you."

Brooke giggled, swaying in time with the music. She angled her head back so talk to him better. "Oh yeah? And why's that?" She bit her tongue and grinned.

He spun her body to face him. "I wanted to do this." He kissed her lips, pressing against Brooke's body. Her hands found the back of her neck.

Just then, Rachel walked by. "Brooke, you know that turns other guys off to you." She barely glanced at the couple, just trotted by as if nothing had happened. Chase watched her go, laughing.

"Well, that's my plan at least," he said, staring down a blonde guy who had glanced at Brooke's tan, bare legs. Chase turned back to his girlfriend. Brooke smiled and kissed him lightly again. "But hey, babe, you go have fun with Peyton or Rachel. You guys can hang out right now, and I'll get to have you later." His hands settled above her ass, and he joined their lower bodies together meaningfully.

Brooke bit her tongue. "Deal," she promised. She accepted his kiss and hug and went off to find Peyton.

The party wore on, deeper and deeper into the night. Brooke had found Peyton just a few minutes after she left Chase, and they'd been dancing ever since. Once, she caught sight of her boyfriend doing shots with a group of other guys, and she smiled. He was happy, he was having fun. Good. Rachel had joined in with Peyton and Brooke for a few minutes, then gone back to the bar. She was drinking the most out of the three tonight, but it was ok; if none were sober enough to get home, they'd put the car in the club's parking garage and grab a taxi, and then come back for the car tomorrow. No worries tonight, for any of them.

Brooke and Peyton finally dragged themselves out of the mass of dancing bodies, collapsing together on a couch, laughing and cheering. They leaned against each other and watched the party for a few minutes.

Brooke and Peyton had been best friends since the third grade, when Peyton's mother died in a car crash. Brooke, who had been getting her tonsils out at the time, met Peyton at the hospital, comforted her, then gone to Peyton's house after school every day for a month afterwards. They quickly became inseparable. Oftentimes, Peyton would spend the night with Brooke when her dad was away on frequent business trips and when Peyton didn't want to stay with the neighbors back in Charlotte.

High school had been a breeze as well. Brooke had been the party girl, which is how she met Rachel. Every Friday and most Saturdays Brooke could be found at the house of the week, drinking life up. She'd had many one night stands, but in her world, that's what suited her best. Then one night, she'd met Rachel, the new student at Charlotte Central High, introduced her to Peyton, and two became three for the rest of junior year and all of senior year. They were known school wide, with many other good friends.

Peyton pulled out her cell and checked the time. 12:30. "Ugh. Ok, I'm officially on break for a few minutes," she declared, her head lolling on Brooke's shoulder.

"Me too," decided Brooke, looking around. "And what the hell happened to my boyfriend?" she added, laughing. "He's gone!" Brooke searched the bar, but he wasn't there. Peyton just shrugged, saying he was probably somewhere 'out there'. She gestured to the huge group of people in front of them.

Peyton's phone started vibrating, blasting some emo punk song. Brooke rolled her eyes, seeing an unfamiliar number. She knew it had something to do with Peyton's possible new job. "Who the hell calls at 12:30 at night?" she asked incredulously.

Peyton put the phone to her shoulder. "They are in LA, so it's nine there! Now shut up, if this works I can help with the rent."

"Fine, blondie," Brooke pouted. "I'll be upstairs in the lounge, if you see Chase or anyone." She got up begrudgingly and Peyton smacked her ass. Brooke jumped and stuck her tongue out at the blonde. She strolled upstairs to the calmer lounge.

It was like a different world once she climbed those stairs. Not only was it slightly quieter upstairs, it was also a few degrees cooler than the heated fever below. There were also less people in here. Brooke grabbed a martini and fell into a chair by the window. She rested her head against the cool glass, relieving her headache. Though she did this all the time, pounding music that all sounded the same got to you after a while.

The window she was sitting by provided a clear view of the street below, and Brooke watched two figures come out. The first, obviously male, took a few steps, then turned back for someone. A girl came out, and he grabbed her and pushed her gently up against the wall, kissing her feverishly. His hands groped all over her body, but she seemed to be playing back just as well, even pushing off the wall a bit to kiss him back. They walked quickly towards a car parked on the street, pausing their makeout session to climb in. Before the car drove off, the guy kept looking around nervously, urging the girl to get in. The girl went around the driver's seat, and it was then that Brooke realized it was Rachel's car.

Not only that: It was Rachel.

And…Chase.

It felt as though her stomach dropped out after someone had punched her. Her best friend. Her boyfriend. What the hell? Brooke was so stunned that she could barely move for a long moment. When she finally did, she immediately got up, the room spinning slightly due to the alcohol. Brooke tried to swallow and couldn't. How could Rachel do this to her? With Chase, the first really great guy Brooke had known since the beginning of high school. And Chase too, this was his fault. She was in utter disbelief. That couldn't have really happened, the two of the three people she loved most in the world. She denied it for a heart beat.

But it happened; the realization that they were both cheating on her hit her hard. And the instant it did, she was furious. Hot tears of anger sprang to her eyes. She knew she shouldn't be reacting this strongly, but the alcohol in her system really strengthened her fury. Brooke stormed downstairs, intending to find Peyton immediately. That whore Rachel. She probably got drunk, and did the closest male thing near her. Chase probably just got bored with waiting for Brooke; that was his style. When things wouldn't go his way, he'd fix them. Dumbass.

"Peyton!" Brooke nearly shouted when she rounded a corner and their couch came into view. "Peyton, Rachel and Chase—" But the blonde girl was nowhere to be found. Brooke instantly whirled, tears coming to her eyes again. "Peyton?" She combed the surrounding area, but to no avail. She had just taken a step towards the bar, intending to ask the bartender, when a voice stopped her.

"Hey, are you looking for that blonde girl, or the redheaded one?" Brooke spun to see who was talking.

He couldn't have been older than twenty, with a young face and long, strong body. He had blonde hair and icy blue eyes, complemented by his dark blue dress shirt. He watched her with concernedly. "Your friends, right? Which one are you looking for, the blonde or the redhead?" he asked.

Brooke was taken aback. She had no idea who this guy was, and she wasn't very concerned with his appearance right now. "The blonde… but how did you know we were friends? Did you see us walk in together?"

The guy laughed. "I think everyone with a Y chromosome saw you walk in together. Are you ok?"

"No, I'm not," she said shortly, biting back tears and looking around. "Do you know what happened to my friend Peyton? The blonde one?"

He pushed himself off the wall, coming towards her. "Yeah, she just left. Looked pretty excited about something. Why, what's wrong?"

Peyton had left, obviously excited about her phone call and not thinking. She must've thought Brooke would get a ride from Rachel. Yeah, that's not happening, Brooke said to herself. She was stuck here now. She had given Peyton all her money, at the beginning of the party, holding on to only her cell phone; Brooke couldn't get a cab home. She anxiously tried Peyton's cell. It went straight to voicemail; Peyton had turned it off. Brooke took a deep, shuddering breath, fighting to compose herself. The guy still watched with concerned eyes from a few feet away. "It's nothing," she told him. Except for the fact that my best friend and my boyfriend are hooking up, my other best friend is unreachable and I'm stranded here at a party on the Upper East Side at one AM. Brooke almost laughed out loud at how crappy her situation had become in such a short amount of time.

It had to be cosmic energy or something of the sort. Karma. She must've run over Mother Teresa in a past life or something.

"Is there anything I can do?"

Brooke looked toward him blankly. "I need a drink." She might as well make the best of the situation.

"Uh, I don't really know what's going on with you, but considering the state you seem to be in, I don't think that's the best thing for you." He wasn't making fun of her, just being genuine. Brooke rolled her eyes.

"Ok. My best friend and my boyfriend are in his apartment right now, or mine, hooking up behind my back. They just don't know that I know. Meanwhile, my other best friend, who has all my money, just bailed, thinking I'd get a ride from my other aforementioned ex-best friend. In short, because of a miscommunication, I'm stranded here at one AM." She grinned falsely. He stared.

"Scratch that. Drinks on me."


A few minutes later, Brooke slammed the glass back down onto the bar. "So what's you name?" The alcohol had her words flowing ever so eloquently.

"Lucas Scott." Lucas nursed a glass as well, but barely drank it.

"Brooke Davis," she replied coolly, beckoning to the bartender again.

The man sidled over and poured her another drink. But before he walked away, he leaned against the bar. "You got enough money to pay for all this, girly?"

Brooke froze. No, she actually didn't. She was just about to ask if she could start a tab when Lucas interrupted. "It's on me. She's fine." He nodded to the bartender, signaling him away, and the man walked off grumbling.

Brooke didn't make eye contact with the blue eyes. He didn't have to do something like that; she had already amassed quite a bill. Brooke was almost embarrassed, and he read her mind.

"Don't worry about it. You're down on your luck tonight, and I'm here to help out." He drummed his fingers on the bar, and she finally looked up. "And you don't have to stop drinking if you don't want to just to be polite. I've got enough cash. It'll be fine." Brooke gave him a small smile.

"So how does a twenty year old have enough cash for an apartment in the Gramercy?" he asked, laughing a bit. "I know it's none of my business, but it's pretty damn interesting."

Brooke actually brightened at this. "Have you ever heard of Clothes over Bros?"

Lucas stared blankly, as expected.

"It's a fashion line," she explained. "I design it, and I own it."

"Damn," he exclaimed, surprised. "And I thought being a writer was good work."

"You're a writer?"

Lucas grinned. "Journalist, actually. I live in Miami, just up here for vacation. So is that shirt 'Clothes over Bros?'"

Brooke kinked one eyebrow. "What, are you teasing me?"

"No, no," Lucas said quickly, raising his hands, "I just thought… it's a nice shirt, is all."

The liquor was making her head buzz pleasantly. She finished her third drink and leaned in towards him. "Checking out my shirt. Very nice, Broody." She giggled delightedly, leaning back in her chair again. Lucas raised his eyebrows.

"Broody? What's that?"

"It's you, Broody. Just because ever since I met you, you've only smiled, like, twice."

He studied her for a moment. "And you're not changing your mind?" Brooke shook her head, smiling wide. "Then I guess you'll be Cheery. Just because ever since you started drinking, I've only seen you frown, like, twice." He actually adopted her voice quite well, and it set them both laughing.

Brooke amazingly forgot her present heartbreak over the next half-hour. Lucas was being so sweet and genuine and funny; she focused entirely on him. She supposed the drinks helped, too.

"Ok, my turn," Lucas said a while later. They had both let down their guard and were laughing and talking. "I never… hooked up with someone in a public place." Brooke bit her lip, then took a sip of her drink. Lucas threw his head back, groaning. "Ok, who was it and when," he asked.

Brooke put down her drink. "Just last month, with Cha—" She froze. Chase. In an instant, that pain from a half hour ago that she had somehow pushed to the back of her mind and out of her heart returned, hitting her tenfold. "Nothing. Nevermind." Her tone dropped off, and Brooke fingered the rim of her glass. Lucas's eyes softened, and he put down his drink.

"Hey, if I name you Cheery, you gotta live up to it." Brooke bit her lip, biting back a small smile. "Brooke, it's ok. C'mon, I'll get you another drink." Lucas reached over and fingered her cheek softly.

Without a second thought, Brooke leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

Lucas held the kiss longer than she expected, and for that she was relieved. Brooke didn't want to see the uncomfortable shifting, the awkward silence. She didn't want him to leave. She hadn't meant to do kiss him, it just happened. But it felt right. Instinctual and real.

When Lucas finally pulled away, he kept his head close to hers, eyes closed. He put his hand on her shoulder, and suddenly she wanted more than anything to have him. She wanted to kiss him again. She wanted to be with him. He sighed. No one around them seemed to notice the couple suddenly together. The music still pulsed around them, but it felt like a totally different world. Lucas finally addressed her after a long pause.

"Do you need a ride home, Brooke? I can call a cab." Their eyes remained closed, because it felt that neither wanted to see the other.

"I don't want to go home, Luke."

"What do you want, then?" His question wasn't sharp or irritated. It was more… genuine and caring.

She took a deep breath, and captured his lips again as an answer.

"I have a hotel room," he murmured into her ear. Brooke nodded.


The world was a blur as Lucas led her through the lobby. She dimly registered him nodding to the desk clerk, then they were alone in the elevator, and her lips somehow found his. Her mostly bare back was pressed up against mirror on the wall, the cold metal hitting her hot, flushed skin and making her gasp. Brooke's hands roamed freely, and she and Lucas both prayed that no one would enter the elevator. His hands came up to either side of her neck and cheeks possessively; the move turned Brooke on even more.

"Where's your room?" she murmured into his mouth as the elevator doors opened. They finally pulled away and somewhat regained their composures.

He held one arm around her to steady Brooke as they walked down the hallway, leading her to room 309. "And here we are," he said softly.

The door Lucas opened led to a large loft-style hotel room, lavishly decorated with leather and mahogany furniture. There was a small bar off the kitchen, complete with crystal bottles, glasses, and an ice bucket. The floor was set slightly lower than the entryway, with steps leading down. Brooke looked around approvingly.

"You said you're a writer?" She had no idea they made this much money.

Lucas laughed as he closed the door behind her. "Journalist, actually, from Miami. I'm up here for vacation."

"Works for me," she shrugged, stepping down into the main room.

Suddenly, his arms encircled her in a hug from behind, and he planted a kiss on her ear, then her neck. "You ok? You seem kind of… absent. Are you still thinking about that dumbass at the party?"

She shrugged his arms off. "You mean my boyfriend, or my best friend? Neither, actually. I was just thinking that I need a few more drinks." But the look in her eyes was far away, like she was lost. Lucas decided not to force it; he smiled graciously.

"Be my guest." He gestured coolly to the bar, taking off his jacket and tossing it over an arm chair. Lucas fell onto the couch.

Brooke threw him a smirk over her shoulder, arching one perfect eyebrow. As she strutted across the room she swayed slightly, no doubt from all the vodka she'd had at the party. After a quick check over her shoulder to see if he was watching, she carefully poured another drink. She threw back the shot without hesitation, then another.

"Rough night?" he asked jokingly, watching from the couch. He leaned back casually, feet up on the coffee table. She turned back with the most suggestive of smirks.

"Not yet. You wanna change that for me, Broody?"

At this, Lucas stood up. "What are you implying?" His tone smoothly challenged her; low and suave. He took a step forward, knowing exactly what she meant.

Brooke crossed the room slowly until they were face to face. "I'm implying that I know your game; get some girl drunk, then take advantage of her emotional state. I'm just getting the first part done for you. Sound about right?" She stopped millimeters away from him, looking into Lucas's clear blue eyes. He could feel her hot breath on his neck, and his mouth ran dry but his face revealed nothing.

"I'm a good guy, Brooke," he murmured entrancingly.

She raised one eyebrow. "Would you like to change that too?"

Lucas's lips captured hers in a long, searing kiss. He placed both hands on the sides of her neck in the same possessive, protective way he had earlier. They pressed their bodies closer, touching every inch of skin they could reach and stumbling backwards towards his bedroom. Brooke's tongue begged entry at his lips; he gladly granted access. Their tongues dueled for dominance, and it was unclear who won. Lucas took his hand off her side for a half second as he opened the door behind his back, still kissing quickly and desperately. Brooke steered him to the bed until Lucas felt it behind his knees and he collapsed onto it, with Brooke above him. It was dark in here, save for the single lamp on the bedside table that cast a dim glow over their bodies.

They pulled apart when the need for oxygen became too great. Lucas panted and let his hands fall to the bed, his blue eyes locked with her hazel ones. Brooke straddled him and undid the clasp on her halter, letting it fall away to expose her bare breasts. He smiled at this, then flipped Brooke so that she lay powerless beneath him. He kissed her again, this time his hands moving slightly southward from her neck and face. One by one, she undid the buttons of his shirt, exposing the chiseled chest and abs. She ran her hands over them, eyes closed.

Lucas moved from her lips to her neck, then her collarbone, biting and sucking and kissing her passionately. He continued down, sucking and tweaking each nipple until both were pebbles standing out from her large breasts. She moaned slightly for the first time. He grinned again, delighting in his work as his moved across her flat stomach with strong kisses. Her hand rubbed through his short blond hair, and he watched the muscles in her abdomen clench and unclench again and again.

But when he moved to slide her skirt off, Brooke's hand suddenly stilled his shoulder. "Not yet," she breathed, and pulled him back down onto the bed. She straddled his lap again, watching him with satisfaction for a moment as he laid beneath her. Then she pushed her hair back and fell upon his lips. Her naked back arched downwards seductively, her hair was mussed from both his hands and hers, and Brooke's hazel eyes were darkened with lust; he had never been more turned on in his life.

While she was kissing and sucking around his neck, Brooke's hands moved downward towards his pants, where she expertly undid the button. Pulling herself away from his body for a moment, Brooke stood up and slowly peeled the jeans away from his body before sliding her skirt off and climbing onto him again.

Upon seeing her in only her red lace panties, Lucas decided it was time for him to take over. Gritting his teeth to stay in control of his own body, he gently picked her up and laid her on the bed beneath him. It was clear that he was already getting to her.

Brooke's eyes were squeezed shut, and Lucas knew how irritating it must be for her to not have control over her own desires. He smirked at the thought of what he was doing to her: He knew what was going through her mind right now, because the same was going through his. "Lucas," she breathed, vein in her neck pulsing, "I want…need you in me, now."

"Brooke…" he started, unsure. Of course, it had to be this moment his morals returned to him. She was drunk; what was he thinking?

She didn't respond, but she could hear the reluctance in his tone. Brooke slid her hands down over his body and gripped his hard member through the thin fabric of his boxers, and Lucas shuddered at the touch.

It was all the invitation he needed; he fell apart at her fingers. Somehow, she knew exactly what to do to make him melt into a hot puddle of desire and lust and want and need. Need. He needed her, now. Brooke moaned in pleasure when he hooked his thumbs around her lace panties and pulled them down, then discarded his own boxers.

"Lucas, I want to feel you in me…" God, she was still doing it. The helpless, desperate moaning had him barely sane. He grabbed a condom from the drawer in the nightstand and opened it with his teeth. With shaking hands, he rolled it on within a matter of seconds. He then positioned himself at her entrance. She was already wet; he rubbed his member along her slick folds until it became too much for him.

Lucas sunk into her with a low groan. A sound came deep from her throat; a moan, raw and animalistic. He paused for a moment, basking in the warm gratification of being inside her. It was then that he decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.

"Damn, you're tight, Brooke Davis. What, Chase afraid to do sleep with you? Or was he just not... satisfying enough?" He gave her a daring look, biting his tongue in a challenge.

She thrusted upward, taking him by surprise. He squeezed his eyes shut for a long moment, regaining a modicum of control. "Don't say his name," she whispered. Lucas's smile dropped into a look of guilt.

Brooke pushed upwards into him, driving Lucas deeper into her. This time he met her thrust with his own, working into a rhythm, and the angry, hurt look on her face quickly disappeared. She closed her eyes as they moved faster and faster together. All that mattered right now was him; all that she was living for was his body. Each wave of pleasure he drove into her was a drug.

Their bodies were slicked with sweat, wet from the heat of the moment. A moan escaped her lips, and Brooke felt the first stirrings of orgasm gathering in her abdomen. Lucas was nearing the edge too. The speed increased to a fevered tempo. The metronome of sighs metered the symphony of their heavy breathing and drum of skin against skin, the moans creating the background. It was the music they danced to together.

Lucas began murmuring in her ear as he reached his breaking point. "Come with me, pretty girl, let me feel you in your highest moment." His whispered groans were too much for her, and she went over the edge.

Brooke's feminine muscles clenched around him, driving him to orgasm as well. Brooke's body arched upward, pressing against his, while her fingernails raked his back. He bit her shoulder, leaving his mark as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through their bodies.

"God…Lucas…" She panted over and over again, his name falling from her lips in a chant. Lucas moaned deep in his throat, continuing to plunge into her over and over. They rode out their climaxes together, hearts hammering, breaths coming fast and shallow, sweat continuing to bead on their bare skin. Lucas supported himself on one hand and rubbed the back of her thigh with the other, his calloused hand raising goosebumps on the porcelain skin. Her face was contorted in a look of pure bliss, with darkened eyes and a perfect lips.

Lucas pushed a lock of brown hair out of her face. "You're so beautiful. Pretty girl."

He finally pulled away from her, completely spent. He quickly disposed of the condom, then fell back onto the bed, still panting hard. Brooke was already half-asleep under the thin sheets. He looked at her once, then curled under with the brunette. She smiled, eyes closed.

The warmth of Brooke's body lulled Lucas into a dreamlike state as well. He pressed his lips softly to her neck, then her cheek, just long, sloppy kisses as he fell asleep. Lucas inhaled her coconut-vanilla perfume with a contented sigh.

"Not bad, Mr. Scott," she murmured sleepily. She turned and buried her head in his neck. He kissed her again on the cheek, caressing her bare back.

"Don't lie, pretty girl, it's…unbecoming," he whispered huskily. His hot breath tickled her ear, making her legs twitch ever so slightly.

Stroking the soft skin of his chest, she said, "Fine." The she put her lips to his ear. "Very, very good, Broody. And I'm hard to please." She laughed faintly, showing gorgeous dimples, then wriggled into a more comfortable position against his body and closed her eyes. Lucas said nothing more, but fell asleep with her.

It wasn't long until the velvet darkness swallowed them both.

The first red streaks of dawn had just splashed across the sky when Brooke woke up. She couldn't appreciate the dark beauty outside, though; her head was pounding as if it was about to burst, her mouth felt like carpet, and the dim light of the main room glared through the doorway, adding to her headache. She covered her face with the pillow and bemoaned her hangover. It was six am. It occurred to her that Brooke hadn't gotten more than three hours of sleep last night, if that, a fact that made her grumble even more. Eventually, the room around her made her realize where she was, what had happened last night, and, most importantly, that Lucas was not in bed with her. She looked towards the lit room beyond.

Curiosity got the better of her. Drawing the sheet around her bare body, Brooke got up and sauntered to the door, pushing it open and poking her head out into the main room.

Lucas stood in the kitchen, pouring orange juice into a glass of ice. On the counter in front of him was a platter of eggs, fruit, bagels, and yogurt, just the thing Brooke hadn't known she was craving. He put the full glass of orange juice on platter and picked it up, turning towards the bedroom. He saw her and looked mildly surprised.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice was gravelly but comforting. He held up the tray. "I had them bring up a bunch of food, I didn't know what you'd want. How're you feeling?" He shrugged, unsure of himself, and Brooke smiled. He was kind of cute, appearing so hesitant and uncertain. This didn't really seem like Lucas's forte, but at the same time, he'd had enough consideration to do all of this for her. His blonde hair stuck up at all angles, and his blue eyes were soft. Lucas wore just a pair of basketball shorts, exposing his lean, tanned body. She grinned again at the sight.

"You took care of me?" she asked, cocking her head. This had never happened before.

He nodded. "Yeah, it was no problem. C'mon, we'll have breakfast in bed." Lucas gestured her back inside the room.

It was still dark in here, but Brooke could see dim outlines of things. Looking around, she saw her clothes scattered on the floor, intermixed with his. She blushed slightly, thinking of the night before. Lucas obviously was too; even in the darkness she could see the color rise in his cheeks as he saw her look around. She turned back with a wink, then jerked her head to the bed.

Lucas sat down, switching on the light. "Uh, so you can just grab whatever, I'm not really that hungry…" He was cut off by her laughter as she took a bagel from the plate. Brooke laid on the other side of the bed. They talked a little as they sat together, but it was nothing consequential.

After they had finished eating, Lucas put the tray on the ground and reclined back on the pillows. Brooke pulled the sheet over him, and Lucas responded by pulling her into his arms.

"I'm really tired, let's just lay here like this for a while. Or forever." She smiled and kissed his shoulder.

But it felt strange, Brooke realized as she drifted off to sleep again. This wasn't the start of a boyfriend-girlfriend sort of relationship. She had hooked up with Lucas last night, nothing more. She buried the feeling that at some point last night, it had become more than a random hookup. The notion was more of a subconsicous thought, and was barely considered before it was pushed deep into the back of her mind.

But why was she still here? Because she was…hungover? Tired? Brooke had no idea. All she knew was that it felt so good to have Lucas put his warm arms around her and keep her close. Lucas had already fallen asleep curled against her body; Brooke was slipping into the recesses of unconsciousness as well when she heard her phone vibrate from the bedside table where she'd thrown it last night. Slipping Lucas's arms off her for a moment, she picked up the phone and pressed a button.


Lucas woke up what must have been hours later; the sun shined in full through his window, signaling mid-morning.

He instantly felt the change in the atmosphere. Opening his eyes, Lucas sat up and blinked several times, waking up.

Brooke wasn't in his arms, like she had been when they'd fallen asleep. She wasn't even in the bed. He looked at his room, and, not seeing her clothes, clambered out of bed. He didn't know why he felt such a sudden need to see her, but he did. Lucas crossed the room in three quick strides and threw open the door. She wasn't there. Brooke was gone.

He ran a hand through his hair again, wandering back to his bed. He was sitting on the edge, head in his hands, when he saw the note on the nightstand. Lucas grabbed it eagerly and read the entire contents of the short note in an instant.

He fell back onto the bed, utterly crestfallen. The intoxicating scent of her vanilla perfume had suffused his sheets; everywhere, he was reminded of her. He let his arm fall and the note fluttered from his hand onto the floor.

This was a mistake. Sorry.

--Brooke


Alright, so does it warrant a second chapter? I have the story planned out, but whether or not I write the rest depends on the feedback I get, so press that button if you want to read more!

Oh, and check my other fanfic, Don't Blink, for an alternate, Brucas season six.

Keep in mind, also, that just because I have another BL fic doesn't mean this will end up BL as well.

Thanks for reading and hopefully reviewing!