MARRY ME

A/N: Okay, I don't even know if this story is good…It's the first OTH fanfiction I started (even before The Red Door or Ideal Suspect)…but I plan on doing others as soon as I have this one finished, if you find it interesting…

Oh, and other info: don't blame me for the English; it's not my mother tongue…

Summary: After two nights of steamy hot sex together, he proposes to her! What will be her answer to his crazy question?

Pairings: Brucas, Naley and Jeyton.

Legs tangled, arms wrapped around each other, swollen mouths, sweat dropping from their tired but glowing faces, this is how they had spent the last two days…having naughty sex in a hotel bed. Actually, it was more a suite than a simple room, but who really cares about small details like those? Brooke Davis - or rather Broke Davis, as her bestfriend Peyton Sawyer was used to call her now - wasn't the type of women who was used to have sex right after meeting a man in a club… Well, not until after the end of high school. College had been the good reason to change her bad habits. And what had happened during her crazy teenage years didn't count, right? Well, at least she hoped so…

Besides, this Lucas guy had something special in him. Something special she couldn't help but feel attracted to. Of course, she had to admit it to herself: the man was hot and sexy… and rich apparently. But there was so much more than his looks…there was his light, his aura…and his tenderness.

She couldn't remember from where she knew his name, but at the way the people that owned the club had treated him that night, she had to know he was some kind of V.I.P… Lucas Scott…why couldn't she just remember from where she had heard his name before? She would have to ask Peyton about it… He had told her so little about him that she couldn't really close him in on. She only remembered something personal he had said last night: that the reason he was celibate was due to the fact he had too much work to go into a serious relationship…a classical and poor excuse.

"Marry me?" He asked her suddenly after a moment of peaceful silence, and she couldn't help but chuckle a little at his proposal, thinking he was only joking. She never had had that kind of effect on a guy after sex before… She turned around in his opening arms to look at his face and was surprised when she didn't see any sign of playfulness in his eyes. Either he was a very good actor or he was being serious… No, He couldn't be sincere about it though, could he really? Okay, so she was a sex Goodness and could turn any guy on…but still, he was impossibly serious…

"What?" She asked keeping her mouth slightly opened, running her hand through his short blond hair meantime… He caught her other hand in his, and gave her a soft squeeze that confused her even more. She held her breath for a moment, tensing at his unexpected tender gesture then relaxed against his warm body, thinking she didn't need to overreact, yet.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" He started, passionately asking her with his big blue sexy dreamy eyes, the same that had first attracted her to him the first time she had seen him on the dance floor.

"Um, no." She said completely clueless about where he was leading their conversation, which was already way too strange, by the way… He bit his bottom lip softly; looking like her reply was bothering him a lot… He let out a small breath and his face lighted up when he thought of something else, something he knew she would believe in!

"Okay… Do you believe in soulmates?" He tried again and she coughed a little, clearing her dry throat.

"Okay, maybe a little more but still…" She trailed off with a giggle and turned her head to the side, to face him. "I do not believe we are soulmates though. No sparks when we kiss or touch, or anything else." She whispered placing her lips against his and pulling back before he could insert his tongue down into her throat. Not that she didn't want to be kissed, but only because she needed to show him she could resist him without making a big effort. Even if it was a big lie since she was dying for his touch and sweet yet passionate kisses…

"I do believe you are my soulmate and I'll prove it to you." He stated with a small smile and she scoffed at him, closing her eyes for a second, pondering over his affirmation. He couldn't be serious…or else, she had failed again in finding the ideal sex partner…the one with no strings or attachment. God, she needed a strong drink…and to relax also. Maybe she could finally taste that little bottle of whisky she had spotted in the mini-bar the first night she had gotten to the room? The two young adults had been so impatient in discovering more about the other than they didn't have had the time to discover the hotel suite bedroom they were staying in… Coming back to that little bottle… it was the same brand as those her father used to drink as soon as he was home after work. It was a ritual, a glass with no ice every night, and then yelling at her mother about the fact he was the only one working in that damn house…and so on…

She looked back at Lucas and sighed as she noticed that his eyes were still settled on her face.

"C'mon, we know each other since two days, which we only spent in bed…" She cried incredibly, as she thought he was completely crazy. He seemed okay though, before, when they had met in the club. "And we didn't even really talk. You can't possibly be serious!" She added when she saw he wasn't more convinced and he just shook his head, keeping an arm around her waist as she tried to move away.

"Okay Brooke Davis, you're right, we don't know much about each other but I know you're the one for me." He slid off the bed and got on his knees, completely nude while she looked at him, eyes and mouth wide open.

"Excuse me?" She sat up on the bed and covered her chest with a sheet, and then he took her hand in his.

"Just marry me! It's not like you have something to lose! I have a lot of money, I can give you anything you want, and I'll find you a job if you want one… I have this friend of mine, she's working in a big model agency as fashion photograph… she'll help you selling and making known your creations!" Yeah, he already knew a lot about her…she had told him pieces of her past, he had asked her a lot about it too, but that hadn't bothered her until then… She loved talking about herself in fact. But now that the guy was going off the line, and she wondered if it had been a good idea, telling him all about her life issues. What if he was a maniac, or a stalker, or if he used his money to get to her? What mess she had embarked herself in?

"How about no for everything you proposed?" She eventually answered when she noticed that once again he was waiting for an answer from her part.

"Why not?" He cried, a little frustrated she didn't see what he had seen and still saw…he saw a bright, perfect future for them, filled with love, passion and lots of children and happiness. She was the woman of his life; there was no doubt in his mind.

"I know I am broke, but that doesn't mean I am that desperate or venal." Yes, at 23, Brooke Davis was completely broke since she had stopped going to college to launch her own fashion line …with her parents' money… and it had been a total fiasco. Not because her creations weren't great or anything, but because she didn't have any experience in managing a business. Her father had decided since she didn't want to work in another branch or return to college to do business classes that he would stop giving her money…and her mother had agreed with the decision, she always sided with him anyway. But she couldn't blame the woman. It's not like Barbara Davis had a choice; either she agreed with her husband or he stopped giving her spending money.

So now, Brooke was living with Peyton Sawyer soon to be Jaglieski, or rather on Peyton's salary. And she spent her days doing anything in her friend's apartment, which wasn't really blooming…

However, Lucas Scott, at same age, already had it all. A good bank account due to his 2 best seller books, The Rivercourt and Life in Tree Hill, based on his own life. Those books had been translated all over the world, in more than 20 different languages, which was quite amazing for a young writer.

But inspiration is something that comes and leaves… He was now in a hard period, the writer's block being pretty bad. But he had all the time to get back into the writing: he weighted more than 25 Millions $US, his first book was going to be adapted for a television show, and he sure had invested some money into Stock Market just in case… All he needed now was someone for him, and that person would be Brooke Davis, whether she wanted it, or not. She wouldn't get rid off him that easily, he had vowed it to himself the moment he had seen her walking into that club.

"Please, marry me?" He pleaded, getting back on the bed and placing his hands upon hers as she sat down crossed-legs in front of him.

"What is it with you? Is it the only sentence you can say?" She giggled and stopped when she noticed the seriousness and sadness on his face. Couldn't he be more desperate? "Look, you're cute and all, but I don't even do simple commitment like having a current boyfriend. So imagine marrying a guy I don't even know…" She said in a discourse of wisdom that surprised her. If she had been older of a few years, she would have jumped onto the occasion. He was like Charming Prince without the white horse; and well, she wasn't exactly the desperate Princess that needed to be saved.

"I don't understand…" He muttered and laid his head on her thighs, wrapping his arms around her waist. The simple touch sent her a strange feeling of calm and desire. She bit the inside of her cheek and watched as his shoulders began moving a little and wondered if he was crying… He was right, what did she have to lose except her dignity… well; she wasn't sure if she still had it anyway… He was rich; she was poor and needed to find a job… What did she have to lose? He was hot, and knew how to satisfy her desires… But what if she was losing her mind? She needed to make a pact…

"Okay, I will." She whispered unsure and Lucas lifted his head off her thighs with a puzzled look and confused deep blue eyes.

"What but you just said…?" He questioned and she placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.

"And I changed my opinion. I'm going to marry you, Lucas Scott. Only because you're richer than I'll ever be and handsome too, I have to admit. Plus you're not that bad in bed…but I want a pre-nuptial contract with some specific clauses." She finished and softly bit her bottom lip again, hoping he would accept her request. She couldn't believe how venal she was acting…but she needed guarantees, right?

"Anything?" She let out a breath at his answer and looked back into his hopeful eyes.

"I want to be free to date anyone, whether it pleases you or not." She announced breaking the gaze as soon as she was finished.

"That works…but I promise you something else…you'll see in time, one day, you'll see. I'm the guy for you Brooke Davis soon to be Scott…" He whispered confidently to her, before capturing her lips in a sealing kiss, and she giggled, bringing him on top of her, and they began to make love again, playfully, light-heartedly…and passionately all the same.

End Prologue.

SOON, Marry Me 2…

"We are getting married in case you have forgotten."

"How could I?"

"Okay, why don't we come inside and have a small talk?"

"I'm not sure we're making the good decision Lucas…"

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About my other OTH stories, I'm in the process of writing chapter 7 of The Red Door, and I am trying to write chapter 4 of Ideal Suspect, but it might take a while.

Take care everyone,

Linkie.