Hey, so I'm back with a new story!


Author: Hannah Title: Red Light Until Sunset Summary: BL. Brooke and Lucas work on a strict Friends With Benefits policy, without the friends. In fact, the rest of the world think that they hate each other… but what happens when they start to want something more than just physical? AU Disclaimer: This is the only one im going to do, so to make it clear, I do not own any of the characters of One Tree Hill.

Hope you enjoy, please review and tell me what you think. If you don't like it I'll probably just leave it as a one-shot.
This is most definitely a Brucas story and will mainly concentrate on them. To start with, it's going to be Peyton/Nathan and Haley/Jake however if enough of you review and tell me you want these couples to swap over, I will.

The song in this chapter is "Get Mine, Get Yours" by Christina Aguilera. The rest of the lyrics are also fitting with this story, but I didn't want to copy all of them in cos they're really long, so check them out!
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Chapter 1 - Get Mine, Get Yours

Can you put your hands my waistline

Want your skin up against mine

Move my hips to the baseline

Let me get mine, you get yours

Hang a please don't disturb sign

Put my back into a slow grind

Sending chills up and down my spine

Let me get mine, you get yours

They'd been doing this for about 6 months. They'd hate each other during the day, not even looking at each other in the corridors at school and carry on with their own cliques. However once the sun had set it was a very different story.

They usually hooked up at her house, after all, her parents were never there to disturb them. They'd meet, have sex, and then he'd leave.

Sometimes they'd go out to a club, however they had to go to one out of town. No-one could recognise them. Nobody was allowed to discover their dirty little secret.

They had a strict policy. They could not fall asleep after they had sex. They wouldn't talk to each other during their hook-up session, or at least not about anything that meant anything to either of them. And the golden rule:

Make love, but don't fall in love.
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She walked down the corridor, no, in fact, she glided down the corridor. People scattered to either side of her, the girls marvelling at her choice of dress today and looking in awe at the way her hair curled in all the right places. The boys stared, mouths open.

This was Brooke Davis. She ruled the school. She was captain of the cheerleading squad and Class President. To one side of her was Peyton Sawyer, her best friend since the beginning of Junior High. They were completely different from each other - Peyton loved to draw for magazines whilst Brooke flicked through the fashion pages; Peyton listened to angst filled songs by Keane whilst Brooke sang along to Justin Timberlake. But they had a bond, one that no-one understood. They didn't understand it either. But it was there.

To the right of her was Nathan Scott, deputy captain of the basketball team. Their parents had been best friends once, and so they had played together since they shared a crib. He'd been her first kiss however they had never got together. The whole school was shocked when he had started to date Peyton, however Brooke couldn't have been happier. Nathan was like her brother, and Peyton her sister, so it was perfect. Though of course they weren't like brother and sister to each other, because that would just be, ew.

The three walked down the centre of the corridor. Nobody ever stopped them to tell them to get out of their way. They didn't dare. Well, nobody except…

Lucas Roe was captain of the basketball team. The girls of Tree Hill High swooned around him, desperate to be the one to tame the famous Lucas Roe. It would never happen of course, they'd have him for one night and then he'd throw them out on their ass. The guys around him were desperate to simply be him.

To the left of him was Haley James. She was beautiful. They had been best friends forever. Everybody used to think that she was with Lucas, the reason why guys were so proud when they got to have their way with her for a night. This wasn't true though, she just liked to make them feel that they had to be better than the Lucas Roe. It made them a better shag in any case.

Now she was dating Jake Jagelski. He stood to the right of Lucas. Haley and Jake had managed to tame each other in the year that they had been dating, and many people felt that they were a match made in heaven. Jake was also on the basketball team, and he was good.

These two cliques ruled the school. If you attended Tree Hill High, then you would know of the tension between them and you would be on one of their sides. It was common knowledge that each of the three on each side hated one of the people on the other.

Nathan hated Haley.

Peyton hated Jake.

And that just left Lucas and Brooke to despise each other.

Nobody knew the reason for this divide, you would have thought that the six most popular people in the school would stick together, but they didn't.

They wouldn't talk to each other. Teachers knew better than to put two of the opposing cliques in the same group for a project. The only time they all came into contact with each other was at basketball and cheerleading practice. Here, the only thing that kept them going was competition; and the fact that Coach Whitey would kick their asses if they didn't work together.

Everybody knew that Peyton and Jake had talked to each other in the past; so had Nathan and Haley. This was the reason for them disliking each other so much.

But Brooke and Lucas were different. As far as anybody knew, they had never looked at each other, never mind talked to each other.

Nobody except the two of them knew about their little arrangement on the side.
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"Anyone here?" Lucas peered his head behind the red door. Brooke's house was immaculate as usual, not a thing in place. But Lucas knew that it wasn't because her parents were tidy. It was because they were never there. Lucas didn't dwell on that, he didn't want to feel pity for Brooke Davis. She was a slut, which was the reason that he treated her like one.

Brooke answered his call by walking down the stairs, slowly, and seductively. Lucas moaned in anticipation of the night that was to come. She looked so sexy it took all he had not to go up to her and rip her clothes off right then and there.

Her hair was curled naturally, just the way he liked it; so he could tousle it yet it still looked perfect.

She wore red heels, so high you wouldn't expect a girl to walk in them. But she wasn't any girl. This was Brooke Davis.

She had on a tiny black dress, its' cleavage stretching all the way down to her stomach. It left him desperate to see what was underneath. He had seen it so many times, but somehow he wanted more. The dress seemed to stop where her legs started it was so short; he chuckled lightly to himself, he knew she had done this so it would make it much easier for him later on.

She smirked at him, glad of the approval written all over his face.

"Thankyou. You don't look too bad yourself." He smirked.

"Whatever. Let's go"

Tonight they were going to a club. It was a Friday night, but it wouldn't really matter if it was a school night, they'd go out anyway. But going out of town meant that they could really let their hair down. Tonight was made better by the fact that Lucas had booked them a hotel room in the best hotel around. His father, Keith, had enough money. He might as well spend it.
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He led her into the club, both getting through with their Fake Ids. Inside it was dark, bodies writhing together all over the dance floor.

They headed to the bar, where they both quickly downed a couple of shots to get their adrenaline going. And then it was time for the dancing. They were both good dancers, they both knew it, and so they both showed it off, each trying to take the other to the edge, teasing, until neither of them could take it any longer.

Santana started to play through the speakers. The song was "Put Your Lights On", one of Brooke's favourites. It started off so slow and seemingly innocent, but then it started properly and Brooke could get into the rhythm she loved so much.

She turned her back to Lucas as she ground her hips from side to side. She lifted her arms until they reached around his neck and brought his head down to the side of hers. His breath on her neck made her shiver, her eyes rolling backwards as his arms moved around her hips as he found his own rhythm.

He spun her round so that they were facing each other, his hands roaming freely on her body as she pressed against him, the space between them decreasing in every split second. Their breathing became rugged, neither of them wanting it to end but after an hour dancing so provocatively, they were beginning to tire. They both smirked to themselves. This was only the beginning of the night that they were going to have.

He roughly whispered into her ear and led them to the door and into a taxi. He chose the most luxurious, the one he knew that would have a proper screen between the driver and them. Because he was sure that the driver didn't want to see what he was going to do to the girl beside him.

They started just sitting, however he knew that the 30 minute drive was going to go slowly if that was all they were going to do. He turned and sat opposite her, and she grinned when she realised what he wanted her to do.

She slowly spread her legs, and smiled at his moan when he realised she wasn't wearing any panties. She slowly inserted two of her fingers into herself, closing her eyes as she gave him his very own private show. She kept rubbing them inside herself until she knew that he couldn't take anymore. He roughly pulled her fingers out of herself as he entered his own, her moans giving him the pleasure that he needed. He forced his lips to hers, their heads crashing together as their tongues explored every crevice of each others mouths. She pulled out his fingers and began to suck them, knowing that this made him wild and would make him do exactly what she wanted. He took the hint and shoved her legs apart as he started to suck her bud. He licked so hard, trying to get all of her juices out of her, not leaving anything left. She pulled at his hair, her moans getting louder and louder through every passing second.

He lifted his head and smirked at her, he knew what was going to happen next. Sure enough, she started to unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers and boxers until she could see the whole of him. The size of him never ceased to amaze her. It was probably the reason why she kept coming back for more. Her head dipped down as she took him into her mouth, sucking on his hardness. He groaned, and she knew exactly what would next drive him crazy. She bit down, and sure enough his groan got louder.

They were both interrupted when the taxi suddenly stopped and they found that they had arrived. Lucas tried to shove Brooke off him. He didn't want to, god he didn't want to but he knew that the meter was still ticking and that it would be a lot more comfortable once they got inside.

"Can't we just stay here?" Brooke started to whine, but Lucas became more forceful.

"No get off me Brooke." She scowled at him, what a way to ruin the mood,

"Fine then. But I'm not gonna do that again to you, no matter how much you beg" She smiled fakely at him and stepped out of the taxi, leaving him to pay the bill. He grunted, it wasn't like this was unusual.

He followed her into the elevator, knowing that they were going to be waiting right until the very top until they got out. And there was a lot that there could be done in that time. He looked to Brooke, and she looked back. She realised what he wanted her to do and decided that she might have to have a little fun with this.

"So then Lucas, you think that I won't be able to turn you on?" She started to speak in that raspy voice she used when she really wanted to make him go wild. It was taking all that he possibly could not to react. In fact, he was trying to think of things that really wouldn't turn him on. But he was finding it hard. Okay, wrong word to use.

Brooke ran her fingers down his chest until she came to the waistband of his boxers. She slowly ran her fingers under the elastic and started to tease him, lower and lower until…

She had the desired effect she was looking for. The elevator pinged and she grinned,

"Gotcha Big Boy"
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The two of them had been in the room for more than two hours, but that didn't matter. The sex was having the same effect on them as it had the first time that they had done it.

Their bodies were tangled together, the sheets discarded long ago. The sweat glistened on their heated bodies, both infatuated by the pleasure the other was giving them.

They had taken over the whole room. If they had been married, then it would be said that they had "christened" the bed, the sofa, the floor, the bathroom floor, the shower… need it go on?

And it had been good. Every single part of her body was screaming out for more. He was enjoying the taste of her, the smell of her.

But it couldn't go on. He was getting carried away with what was happening. He was getting carried away with her. He couldn't do that. He couldn't think of her with anything but hate. That was what he lived for. He hated her.

And if this was going to work for him, then he couldn't think of her as anything but a slut.

Because that was what she was. A slut. She came with him every night. She did things to him that no other girl would. She did things that only some sort of hooker would do. That's what she was basically. A hoe.

Brooke was about to fall asleep when he forcefully shook her awake. He grumpily announced that she needed to leave, gave her some money for the taxi home and let her go. There was no way that he was going to break their first rule. He would not fall asleep in the same bed as Brooke Davis. Because that would make it seem like there was something going on between him and her, when in fact they just met up for a good fuck every now and again.

The problem was that it was getting to be more than frequent, they would now hook up almost every night. And that was dangerous.

Because Lucas Scott could never be made to feel. Because the pain that would surely follow that was the most dangerous thing of all.

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So did you like it? Hate it? Do you want me to carry on with it or should I just leave it?

Oh, and I'm sorry about the amount of sex in this chapter, it's just that at the moment their relationship is just sex, and I don't think it would be right to dodge round that. Oh, and if you read my other fic, you'll realise I didn't exacty write this sort of stuff, so did I write it okay?
Anyway, thanks for reading, please review and tell me what you think!


Hannie xxxx