Author's Note: This idea popped into my head while watching 6.13 a few days ago, thinking about the fact that Brucas will probably really never be again…so I kind of imagined this little thing. Here's what Brucas' last dance at Luke's and Peyton's wedding might/should be like.

Originally, this was supposed to be a OneShot but I'm not so sure anymore – you guys tell me: Should I write another chapter or does this suck enough? ;P

So, here's my second attempt on fan fiction, reviews are very much appreciated!

As usual: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, etc blah blah. ;)

So, enjoy!

Bittersweet Symphony

"May I have this dance?" he asked and smiled.

She raised one of her perfect eyebrows and chuckled, showing her dimples.

"Well, how could I say no to the groom?"

He laughed.

"You couldn't" he said. "Not to me."

If you only knew how right you are.

He took hold of her hand, pulling her closer to himself. She felt her hand tremble slightly at the touch of his and the fact that she was close enough to his face to feel his breath against her hot skin made her all the more nervous.

She knew she wasn't supposed to feel this way, not after all these years and all these things that they had been through. But sometimes she just couldn't help it – she couldn't help but blush at the sight of his smile, she couldn't help but stutter something stupid when he caught her off guard, she couldn't help but feel her knees shake…

He couldn't help but notice how her red dress fit perfectly to her curvy body and how she slowly moved her hips to the rhythm of the music. She was breathtakingly beautiful – her chocolate brown hair fell down on her bare shoulders in waves and he thought to himself that she looked exactly like the day of Haley's and Nathan's reception, which had been the last time they had danced with each other. He wondered why he was thinking about that day now since he hadn't thought about it for years.

"You look very pretty" he whispered into her ear. He could almost feel her smile, despite of the fact that he couldn't really see her face, because she had buried it in his chest.

She had buried her face to his chest, wanting to capture this bittersweet moment forever in her memory. She knew it would hurt her later to think about it, recalling every second of it – but the comfort she felt at his touch was too good to not be remembered. She inhaled his familiar scent that she used to find sexier than any other scent in the entire world; the scent of sunflowers and that perfume he used ever since high school.

"Thanks, Luke" she said with her raspy voice that he used to find so irresistible – which was when she had been whispering sultry and sexy things into his ear. Which had been when they had been a couple back in high school. Which had been about five years ago. Which made it not so okay for him to think about all these things she used to tell him, considering the fact that it was the day of his wedding. To Peyton.

"You look okay, too" she said, laughing lightly and lifting her head so she could look him in the eyes.

"Oh, thank you. God, you are so nice!" he said and grinned.

"I know I am", she said. "That's why I'm so lovely."

He laughed.

"You so are", he said. Then his expression turned serious. "No really, you look amazing."

He lowered his head and whispered into her ear, leaving light goose bumps all over her soft and flawless body.

"Peyton wanted the bridesmaid to wear dark blue. I convinced her to choose red instead."

Brooke lifted her head once again to look him straight in the eyes. What was he talking about?

"Why did you do that?" she asked suspiciously.

"Because you look best in red. It's your colour."

She looked at him, a look of shock on her delicate features.

"Luke, stop it", she whispered and wished her voice wouldn't so much give away her emotional state of mind – her words came out insecure and stumbling.

He was confused now.

"Why?" he asked, lifting his shoulders as if to say 'Hey, I'm innocent and I don't know what you're talking about.'

"Because it's not my colour" she hissed. "It's ours."

She freed herself from his firm grip, turned around and headed outside, leaving a completely bewildered Lucas behind.