Here is the prologue to my new story. Now, I know I should be updating for my other stories…but this one struck me with some inspiration. It's AU..set in the summer before Junior year. I'm kind of excited for it! :) And while writing it…I kind of realized I have a weird obsession with Lucas cheating on Peyton with Brooke…I wonder why?! HA!

Now, on a more personal note, I PROMISE that the next time I post something it will be for Hot For Teacher, just for one of my FAVORITE authors and reviewers, toddntan!

And now, on to the chapter kids (and adults for those who take life too seriously)….

Prologue

Forbidden Fruits

July 29, 2009

06:21 p.m.

The sounds of heavy breathing emanated through his dark bedroom. A single candle's flame flickered from the corner of the room. The sweet scent of strawberries wafted through the room, unnoticed by the inhabitants. Soft moans and heated whispers bore the soundtrack for the blond and brunette forbidden lovers.

"Mmm…pretty girl," Lucas whispered a nickname just given to the girl beneath him that night.

"Lucas," Brooke purred, arching her back, pressing her bare chest against his.

His mouth clamped down against the flesh of her neck, and her head fell back. Her delicate hands clawed at his back, her nails leaving red marks in his skin, while his hands held her close to him, as if he was afraid she would disappear from beneath him. His hips rocked back and forth against her, as he penetrated so deeply she was sure he could go no farther.

"Say it, pretty girl," he demanded of her. Slow, intense thrusts moved his lower torso into her, muscles clenching. "I-it's jus' usss…pretty girl," he whispered into her ear.

"N-no," she stuttered, shutting her eyes so tight to pretend as though she wasn't making love to someone else's boyfriend. Forbidden fruit he was, and she couldn't seem to get enough of his succulent taste. She clung to his back, and wrapped her legs tight around his waist, so he couldn't leave her, so she wouldn't be empty anymore. "Th-uh-is s-s-so wrong," she spoke, even though she didn't believe it.

"Open your-mmm, eyes, Brooke," he told her, continuing his thrusts, and now cupping the side of her face. She shook her head, and squeezed her eyes tighter. "Look at me," he said forcefully. "Mmm, Brooke," he moaned, "Oh God, ugh-look me in the eyes, mmmm…and tell me, uh, this is wrong."

Brooke opened her eyes, and hazel mixed with crystal blue. "It's not right," rolled off her tongue as if it were nothing. "Uhhh…oh, Lucas," she moaned.

"Liar," he challenged. "It's me, B-Brooke," he grunted, pressing himself into her, "you ca-can't lie to me." He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, and licked the skin before nipping at it. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he slid in out and out of her folds with ease.

"You mmm…don't know me," she grunted, trying to stifle the screams begging to escape her lungs. Never once had she experienced such intense lovemaking. Sex, she corrected.

"I know you," Lucas whispered into her ear. A hissing noise came from Brooke as she sucked in air between her teeth while shaking her head. "I know that if I lick you right here, you'll moan," he licked a spot right behind her ear, and she moaned. "And I know if I do this, you'll say my name," he pressed his pelvis harder into her and they're lower half connected as though they were one.

"Lucas," Brooke purred.

"And I know that you have never wanted anyone else as much as you want me right now," he pressed his lips against hers, and quickly slid his tongue past her lips until it connected with hers. "Tell me, pretty girl."

"I've never-ah- wanted anyone-mmm- as much as you."

Her voice was like the sweetest melody, and never before had he been so obsessed with a song. He'd known her for years, and not once had he ever considered that the woman now beneath him could make his heart flutter, and his head foggy. She was like a drug, and he was addicted with the first hit. He wanted nothing more than to overdose in everything that she was. From the way her chocolate tresses smelled like lilacs in springtime, to the way her delicate toes were perfectly manicured.

Lucas felt himself getting close to his end, but he didn't want it to end. He wanted it to last forever, because as soon as it ended they would have to face reality. But for now, he was going to prolong it for as long as possible. He abruptly pulled himself out of her, and she gasped, while grabbing for him. Her eyes shot open, and her hand grabbed Lucas'.

"Don't stop," she begged.

He sat back on his knees breathing heavily, feeling just as empty as she was. She made him feel alive.

"Lucas, I need you," she pleaded. She sat up, and grabbed onto his waist. "I need you inside of me," she panted. He didn't respond. "Don't stop," she spoke again, cupping his cheek. She was afraid he had finally realized what a huge mistake he was making. "Please Lucas-"

He grabbed her by her hips, and hoisted her into his lap. She gasped as once again he was fully inside of her. His hands slid from her hips to her ass, and he gently started to guide her motions. Brooke ground her hips against Lucas, following his lead.

"Come for me, pretty girl," he demanded.

"Mmm…" she moaned.

He wrapped his arms completely around her waist, and she wrapped hers around his neck. He used his upper body strength to help Brooke bounce up and down against him. She wanted nothing more than to clamp down on the skin of his neck, and leave her mark, but she couldn't. He was someone else's.

"Don't think, pretty girl," he spoke, as though he was reading her mind. "Come all over me."

"Luke-Luke," she started to chant his name in her sweet, raspy tone.

The pace quickened as slickened bodies slid against each other. Both didn't want it to end, but couldn't deny the euphoric feeling succumbing them. Both pressed on, hoping to get to the ultimate end, even though it meant that no longer would they be able to pretend as though they were the only two people in the world. She ground against him, and he pressed back against her. Neither knew one could experience what they were in that moment, but both knew they would never forget it.

Her walls clenched around him as her back arched instinctively and her head fell back. Beautiful noises slipped passed her lips, and Lucas could hold out no longer. He was soon releasing within her, chanting her name. When the feeling ended, neither moved. He didn't want to let go, and she knew she would never feel as whole again as she did in that moment.

Slowly, delicately, he placed chaste kisses against her neck, up her jaw, and ended on her lips. Her face was flushed, and the faintest amount of liquid gathered along her hairline, but he knew he would never see anything as beautiful again. Gently, he laid both against the bed, and slipped out from her depths. Brooke grunted in disappointment from the sudden emptiness.

Neither moved nor talked, because then they would have to admit the betrayal that had just taken place. He was with her best friend, and she with his. The two had only recently been spending time together, alone. Both significant others had left for the summer, one on a vacation with the parents, and the other off to summer camp. It was as if fate brought Brooke and Lucas together to make it obvious to each other the limitless passion that stood between them.

For years they had been just acquaintances, only hanging around each other because of who they were with. They knew each other, and they respected each other, but never had they known each other. It started at the beginning of summer, when Brooke, out of boredom, went to the river court to pass time, and they were both sure it would end after Brooke left his bedroom. The other halves would be home in less than two weeks, and then school would start once again.

For that night though, both wanted to pretend that there was no one else. That what they had just experienced, outside of being the most intense and unfathomable feelings ever felt by either, was okay. They didn't want to have to pretend that there wasn't something more between them. They didn't want to hide emotional connection. For one night, they would just pretend as though they were together, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"How mad would your mom be if she knew I was staying here with you while she's away?" Brooke whispered, accustomed to having to hide the fact she was there.

"I'd be grounded all of junior year," Lucas spoke, and Brooke caught the upward curve of the corners of his mouth through the candlelight. "For you, though, she might let me slide with only half of the year."

"She loves me," Brooke giggled.

"She's not the only one," Lucas whispered, placing his finger under her chin and turning her face toward him. He lightly brushed his lips against hers, sending chills shooting up and down Brooke's spine.

"You shouldn't say that," Brooke continued in her soft tone. "You can't say that."

"I know," Lucas nodded. "I know, but I can't help it."

Brooke shut her eyes, and drew in a shaky breath. She wasn't supposed to feel like this towards her best friend's boyfriend. She shouldn't feel like this at all. Even her own boyfriend did not give her the same chills that Lucas did. He didn't make her get butterflies in her stomach, and she didn't smile every time she heard his voice. When the summer began, she knew she was in love with her boyfriend. Now she knows that love's intense feelings are much stronger than anything she's ever felt for her boyfriend.

"I didn't come over here for this," Brooke looked away from his eyes. "I brought a movie."

"I know," Lucas brushed the side of her face. "I didn't plan on it either, but I'm glad it's happened."

"How can you be glad?" She looked back up at him. "Do you realize how complicated things are going to be now?"

"Yes," he nodded, "yes, I do. But I also realize I would have much rather experienced this than never experienced it."

He made a good point. He always made good points. He kept her on her toes; he always had her thinking. And just as she was about to get comfortable, he did something to catch her off guard, and once again he'd amaze her. He was nothing like her own boyfriend. She had grown comfortable with him.

"Yeah," she nodded.

The two grew silent, and Lucas put his hand on her hip and pulled her closer to him. He didn't even know if he had the right to do it. Because before tonight, the two had been skirting around the intense feelings they shared. There were accidental touches left lingering, but never anything either would admit to being intentional. But when she came over that night, wearing a red sundress, and smelling of lilacs and strawberries, he could hardly resist. She bragged about the candle she brought, and after she turned the lights off and lit it, he accidently called her his pretty girl. A nickname that had been silently sitting on the tip of his tongue for quite some time.

"I'm tired, but I don't want to go to sleep," Brooke broke the silence.

"Me too," Lucas agreed, pulling her closer.

"How did this happen?" Brooke questioned, looking up into his eyes.

"I think it started after I called you pretty girl, and then accidentally kissed you," he smirked.

"No," Brooke smiled, "I mean, how did all of this start."

"For me, it started the day you came down to the river court, and kicked my ass in basketball."

"You let me," Brooke giggled.

"No, you're just bad ass, pretty girl," he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "And I've wanted to spend every day with you since then."

"I think it was when you pretended to trip over your own feet so I could get the ball and score a point," Brooke smiled at the memory. "I thought that was sweet of you. I don't know many guys that would let a girl beat them in a sport they love."

Lucas blushed. "I didn't pretend to trip," he chortled. "I just wanted you to think that I pretended." Brooke giggled.

"Either way, it was sweet, and cute." She brushed her hand through his buzzed blond hair. "I wish it didn't have to end. This has been the most amazing summer ever."

"It doesn't have to end," Lucas intertwined his fingers with hers, and brought them to rest in the middle of the two.

"We can't-"

"I know," Lucas stopped her. "But, I don't want to be with her, I want to be with you."

"You have to be with her," Brooke looked away from him. "She's been like a sister to me for a very long time."

"But why be miserable if we can have this?"

"It's impossible," Brooke shook her head. "Can we not talk about this now? I don't even want to think about what will happen tomorrow. I just want to enjoy this with you."

"Okay," Lucas nodded. "No going to sleep though, because I'm going to have my way with you again," he started tickling her sides.

Brooke started to laugh, while squirming away from him. "That was so romantic!" She screeched through her laughter.

She stayed all night. He wouldn't let her go anywhere without him. They showered together, cooked food together, and made love so many more times. And Brooke wondered as the morning stared to come, if sex with Lucas was how sex was supposed to be. Her boyfriend, Julian, had been the only other guy she had ever been with, and it had never been as intense or as breathtaking. She didn't get off every time with him, and Lucas had her screaming uncontrollably two even three times during one coupling. And she wondered if maybe Lucas was just that good, and that's what Peyton got to experience every time.

What she didn't know was that Lucas was wondering the exact same thing about her.