Finally an update! Woohoo! Sorry for lack of updates lately. I know I said longer chapters, but fewer updates, but this chapter isn't so long, but I really wanted to get it posted.

The rating has now gone up to M, since a very faithful reader requested a scene, and I was more than willing to write such a scene! LOL So, I hope you all enjoy!

Peyton sits behind her desk in her office, wondering how the hell she ended up so alone. She has her friends, sure, but all she wants is for Lucas to come back to her. She was such an idiot when she turned down his proposal, and she knows that now. But, why can't he see how much she wishes she could take that back. How much her response weighs on her mind. Lucas is her destiny, and she knows he knows it. One day, he'll figure it out, and he'll come back. She's just not sure how long she can wait for him.

Mia still has yet to call her back and tell her who it was she had seen that knew Ellie. She wonders who it could be. And how would they know about Peyton if they did know Ellie?

"Hey Peyton," Haley walks into her office, breaking Peyton out of her misery.

"Oh, hey Haley. I didn't expect you to come back tonight," she stands and meets Haley in front of her desk. "What's up?"

"Nothing really," Haley shrugs, "I was just kind of wondering if you knew where Lucas was. I've been trying to get a hold of him, but he's not answering his cell. I tried calling yours, but you didn't answer either, I thought maybe you were with him, so I came down here to check."

"That's kind of assuming a lot," Peyton chuckles. "I don't think Lucas wants anything to do with me, Haley. I've tried calling him, too, but he wouldn't answer. You know he came by here tonight."

"He did?" Haley asks, a little too eagerly. She has to get her plan in motion fast if she wants to win the bet against Nathan.

"Yeah, we talked about that night in the hotel room," Peyton hangs her head. "I told him it was my dream that I said yes, instead of just someday."

"And how did he react?"

"He didn't really. He just told me before that it was hard to get over me, and that it's still hard. And then I told him that, and he just kind of stood there. I just wish he would tell me what he's thinking."

"You and me both," Haley scoffs. "But if you really want him Peyton, you're going to have to try harder."

"Harder than what? What else can I do besides get naked and wait for him in his bed? I know you have to have seen the comet I drew on the river court."

"I did see it," Haley sighs. "Peyton, listen, Lucas is dense, you know that. And no matter how much you tell him, he still won't get it. You need to spell it out for him."

"Why are you so concerned about me getting Lucas back all of a sudden?" Peyton looks towards Haley, a little confused. Haley has always been supportive of her, but she's never been so pushy. Maybe she too saw that Lucas and Peyton were destiny. That they are written in the stars.

Haley gulps, trying to think of something to tell her that'll be really good and convincing. Something other than her and Nathan made a bet, and if she loses, she's afraid of what Nathan will make her do sexually. Not that she will mind having sex with her husband all the time, but sometimes Nathan's imagination can run wild, and she doesn't even want to know what he's already cooking up for her.

"Because, Peyton, I'm sick of seeing two of my best friends so depressed, when I know that if they were just together, it wouldn't be that way. I know Lucas still thinks he's hung up on Lindsey, but I don't think it's that. He's trying to hide his heart, and I think you're the one he's hiding it from. He was devastated when you turned him down, and he doesn't want to relive that again."

"I feel like shit about that," Peyton turns away from Haley, shamefully. Why had she been such an idiot? "But he said 'I do' to Lindsey."

"Lindsey was easy for Lucas!" Haley snaps, not really meaning to. It's going to take a lot to get Peyton to stop being so 'woe is me' and start being in charge. Why did she make that stupid bet?

Peyton turns back towards Haley, a little surprised by her outburst. When did Haley start caring so much about her relationship with Lucas? It does mean a lot to Peyton that Haley would actually take interest in it, and want to make it change. It just goes to show how important Lucas and Peyton's relationship is. The whole world is off its axis because they aren't together, in her opinion.

"Sorry," Haley shakes her head, trying to get rid of some of her aggravation. "Peyton, you need to stop dwelling, and start doing."

"What do you mean?"

No wonder why Peyton and Lucas are meant to be. They're both idiots, and dense. "I mean, like, doing things, instead of sitting here and dwelling over them. Get your man back, Peyton."

"How exactly do you think I should do that?"

"First of all, and you look beautiful these days, but have you ever thought that maybe Lucas fell in love with the way you were."

"The way I was?"

"Yes!" Haley drew in a breath, and held it, and then slowly let it out. "Back when wearing a black t-shirt with a saying or band name on it, with some cut-up jeans, or a jean skirt. When you used to draw important pictures, and post them on your wall. When making a benefit CD was very important to you. When things mattered to you, Peyton."

"They still matter."

"Then start doing something about it. Don't sit; holed up in your office, hoping things will change. Get out there and change them. And, I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I bet Lucas would love it if you bought yourself some sexy lingerie, and ended up on his bed as a surprise."

"Haley, I can't do that. That's just not me."

"Do you want to get Lucas back or not?"

"Well, yeah, but I don't want him to come back to me because he wants to have sex with me. I want him to come back because he loves me, and realizes that he's not whole without me. That the universe is broken without us."

Haley starts to roll her eyes, but then stops when she remembers Peyton is watching her. "He's not going to come back to you for sex, Peyton. But, I bet after one time of being intimate, he'd realize what he's been missing."

"That's brilliant," Peyton's eyes start to shine, as realization sets in. "Haley, you have to help me."

"I thought that's what I was doing."

"Let's go shopping!"

"It's little late now, Peyton, but call me in the morning, and we'll go."

"Oh, right."

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Nathan tries to dial Brooke's number again, but once again it goes straight to voicemail. And he's starting to get mad. He needs to get his plan in action if he wants to have Haley as his sex slave. After all, Haley was already planting the seeds with Peyton, and Brooke is going to be harder to convince. Peyton is already obsessed with Lucas. Brooke, on the other hand, probably didn't even consider Lucas in that way anymore.

After Brooke's voicemail picks up once again, Nathan throws his phone onto the couch. He's just going to have to go over to Brooke's house and talk to her. But, he's going to have to wait until Haley comes home. And he also has to hope that Peyton won't be there. She would be devastated if she knew Nathan was scheming to get Lucas and Brooke together. The phone would be the best way, but she isn't answering! Just as he's about to pick his cell phone up again, Haley walks in the door.

"Well, phase one is complete," Haley beams with pride. "How is your plan coming along?"

"Better than yours," Nathan says spitefully. He can't let her know he hasn't even talked to Brooke yet. No, then she would just get comfortable. Well, maybe that's a good plan.

"Yeah right, you haven't even talked to her," Haley laughs. "Good try, husband."

"No, I haven't," Nathan says stubbornly, "but, I'm going to win the bet, Hales, you just wait and see."

"Whatever," Haley shrugs, walking towards him, her hips swaying from side to side with exaggeration. "Too bad we're competing against each other right now." She leans into his chest, making sure he can feel her chest against his. "Otherwise, I would say lets take advantage of Jamie sleeping." She stands on her tiptoes, getting her lips as close to his as she can.

Nathan begins to lower his head, suddenly forgetting about everything else except that his wife is incredibly sexy, and that he wants her so much. It still amazes him how turned on he gets with her, even after all these years.

Haley abruptly turns away from Nathan, causing him to stumble forward. "Too bad, really," she mumbles as she walks away, giggling to herself. She's so proud she still has the power to do that to him.

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The pavement isn't the most comfortable place to have sex, Brooke decides, as Lucas hovers over her. His torso is bare, and she's just in her bra, and jeans and the rocks are digging into her skin. His mouth is kissing the nape of her neck, and she's moaning, but it doesn't feel right. His kisses aren't how she remembers them. They're sloppy, and wet, and the wind whips against her skin on the wetness and it's giving her chills. She knows it's because he's drunk, at least she hopes that's why he's being so maladroit. His fingers are poking and prodding, and clawing at her, and it's almost reminding her of the rocks digging into her back.

Her flesh is just as tasteful as he has always remembered it to be, and Lucas can't get enough. He's trying so hard to taste every inch of her, he knows he's going too fast, but he can't help it. It's been so long since he's been able to do this; he just wants to devour her. His hands are making up for the fact that his mouth can't be in every place at once. They're gliding down her sides, running over her flat tummy, grasping her breasts, and mussing her hair. He's decided she's perfect. In every way imaginable.

Lucas presses his lips hard against hers for the first time in what seems like forever. She presses her lips back against his. "Mmm, Lucas," she moans, and it turns Lucas on even more than he was before. "Lucas, Lucas," she's mumbling against his lips, and he's pressing himself harder against her. "Lucas." He's so aroused; he thinks if she says his name again he's going to explode before he can get to the best part. "Lucas, Lucas!"

She pushes him back, and sits up. He's staring at her with wide eyes, and fear. She isn't stopping already, is she? "What's the matter?" He asks, putting a couple of her stray hairs behind her ear.

"This is uncomfortable," she groans, pointing to the ground. And he's disappointed, because he really wants to make love to Brooke where 'LOVE' is painted in big white colors on the court. If he could take a picture of them from above, he would.

"Why? What's the matter?" He sits so he's facing her, giving her his undivided attention. She doesn't mean it's uncomfortable being with him, right? Because he can't help but feel like this is right where he belongs.

"The rocks. They're digging into my back."

"OH!" He lets out the breath he was holding. The blond then turns, and grabs his discarded shirt, and lays it onto the pavement. Then he does the same with Brooke's. "Maybe this will work."

"Maybe," Brooke shrugs not really convinced. The wind rushes over her, and she gets a chill. "It might be too cold for this."

"I can warm you up," Lucas wiggles his eyebrows, and then leans forward. Brooke is expecting more of his sloppy kisses, but this time he delicately brushes his lips against hers, and she gets goose bumps, and she's not sure if they're from him or being cold, but she thinks it's from the warmth of his lips.

Lucas is going slower now, eager to give her body the time and attention it deserves. Their lips are working together, swollen pink flesh against swollen pink flesh. His hand finds the back of her head, and with just a small amount of pressure, he holds her head in place. Enough force to show that he desperately needs her, but that she can pull back if she needs to. Brooke's tiny hands plant themselves onto his hard chest, and for the first time she relishes in the feel of his smooth skin, and his athletic build. He's pulling her into his lap now, wrapping his arms around her entire upper body, engulfing her petite frame in his masculine one. She sits comfortably there, with her lips attached to his. And it scares her, because for a moment, she remembers how well their bodies fit together.

Brooke pulls back from him, and they're both gasping for air. Lucas uses his hand to sweep back the hair that's fallen into her face, so he can look at her. Stare into her eyes. And Brooke's eyes clamp shut as he does this, and once again she's getting chills. Only this time, it's definitely not because of the crisp air. When she opens them again, she finds his sapphire eyes staring back into hers. And she blinks away from them, because she hates when he does that. Stares directly through her. Why is he doing this to her? Just a few moments ago, he was being clumsy, and obviously drunk. Now he's giving her those familiar sensations. Sensations she thought she had rid herself of a long time ago.

"Brooke,-" he begins, but Brooke cuts him off by putting her finger to his lips.

"Don't talk Lucas, it'll just ruin this," she shakes her head. Because she knows if he keeps going, he's going to make her run, and she really wants to get a piece of ass.

"But, I need to tell you-"

"Lucas, don't."

"Brooke-"

"No, Lucas," she starts to stand. It's pretty obvious what he is about to say, and she can't stay around to hear it. It's bad enough she's betraying her best friend, but to have him tell her she's the one he wants, it would just be too much.

Lucas grabs her arm, and swiftly lays her back onto the t-shirt covered ground. It's still uncomfortable, but at least now the rocks weren't cutting into her skin. So, once again, she can completely focus on getting off. She pulls Lucas on top of her, and he's surprised by her sudden movement, and falls over her side, landing on his arm and scraping it.

"Oh, shit," she giggles.

"I'm fine," Lucas brushes it off, and attacks her mouth once again with his.

He moves in between her thighs, and presses his middle against her, and she moans from the pressure. At this point, Brooke decides she needs to speed this up a bit. She's sure that if they keep going at this slow pace, she's going to talk herself out of doing it, or he'll do something stupid, like tell her he loves her, and she'll just run. So, she needs to get off, and fast.

Brooke's hands reach for his fly, and she fumbles with the button for a moment before it opens. When she pulls down on the zipper, it must have been too hard, because the tab remains in her hand as she pulls it away.

"Woops," she giggles, showing Lucas what she has done.

"Nice," he laughs. "Wait," he stops, "these are my favorite pair of jeans."

"Hello, fashion designer, I can fix them."

"Oh, right," he cocks an eyebrow. "Then, I guess I can do this," he grabs hold of the front of her bra, and pulls back with force, bringing the lacy material with him, "and it won't matter."

"Hey!" Brooke yells, grabbing for the ripped bra. "That was my best bra!"

"Hello, you're a fashion designer, you can fix it," he mocks her.

"Touché, Scott, Touché." It's not even bothering her that her chest is completely exposed now. But Lucas notices, and he can't help but stare at her ample breasts.

He can't resist them any longer, so he brings his mouth down and sucks her nipple in between his teeth, and Brooke gasps with pleasure. His hand finds her other breast, and he kneads it hungrily, as though this is the first time he's ever touched a breast. Brooke arches her back, giving him more access to her, and moans in pleasure. She's not sure if it's because it feels great, or if it's because she's so drunk she's trying to make this highly pleasurable.

"Lucas." Her voice is low, and raspy, like it's coming from the deepest parts within her. And Lucas trembles with anticipation. He releases one of her breasts, and fumbles his hand along her stomach until he's reached the button on her jeans. When it's undone, he pulls back from her breast, and follows the same path his hand has just traveled, leaving a line of kisses as he goes. He stops just above her underwear line, and licks and nibbles on her flesh.

"Lucas," she grumbles again, letting his name flow from her lips with such ease, it's as if she does this every day. She no longer notices the cold, or the pain from the pavement. Through her foggy state, she now only focuses on his lips against her skin. Her hands move erratically from her hair, to her flat tummy, back to the pavement just so she could have something, anything to touch. They find their way to Lucas' blond buzz cut, and she runs them over his head, trying to urge him to go down further.

His fingers slip underneath the elastic on her panties, and he slowly slides them down her smooth legs. Once they're off, he brings her foot up to his lips, and kisses the bottom of her feet, and then slips one of her toes into his mouth. And Brooke begins to giggle at his actions.

"What?" He questions.

"Nothing, it's just that," Brooke giggles some more, "that's just kind of weird is all."

Lucas shrugs, and continues kissing on her ankle, making his way up her leg, until he's reached her inner thigh. Her legs spread just enough so that only he could fit between them. And he likes to believe that he's the only one that really fits there. He teases her with his tongue for a moment, nipping at her skin, before plunging his tongue into her. She screams out in pleasure as his tongue finally makes contact with the space between her legs. Her fingers claw at his head, trying to grasp at hair that isn't there. His mouth works furiously at rediscovering Brooke Davis' taste, and he can hardly contain himself she tastes so good. Sweet nectar he just now remembers he's longed for so long.

"Brooke, you taste so good," he mumbles.

"You feel so good," Brooke responds, barely able to think a complete thought. Her hips buck against his face, urging him to plunge deeper into her.

Lucas' tongue makes it's way over every fold, rediscovering and memorizing every part of her. He makes sure to pay attention to when she screams, and when she whimpers in delight. Brooke doesn't remember Lucas ever being this good before. He was always good, but never this good. And then she wonders if he learned it from being with Peyton, and it's enough to distract her from her orgasm.

"Luke, I need you up here," she pants, knowing that if she didn't have him in her face, all she was going to do was think really bad thoughts. "I need you inside me."

That's all it takes for Lucas, and he's positioned over her, his boxers already gone. He's positioned at her entrance, and she can feel him teasing her. He stares down at her, willing her to open her eyes. He wants to see in her eyes, her reaction when he enters her. She's panting heavily, so he leans forward and presses his lips against hers, his tongue slipping past her kips for only a moment.

"Mmm, Lucas, please," she practically begs.

"Say it again," he requests.

"What?" She asks.

"Say it again."

"What? That I need you inside me?" He nods his head, even though she's pretty much taken the sensuality out of it now, he still wants to hear it. "Lucas, I need you inside me, now."

Lucas whimpers with delight. She starts to close her eyes again, but he objects. "Keep your eyes open."

Their eyes meet. Lucas slowly pushes himself into her, and Brooke can't control herself from arching her back, and giving Lucas full access to her neck. She instinctively wraps her legs around his waist, and he starts pumping into her at a steady pace.

"Oh, God, Luke, oh, uh," Brooke sputters. "Harder, Lucas, please, oh-ugh-faster."

He's pushing into her, going farther into her that he ever has before, and making sure she can feel the full length of him. His hands are digging into the pavement, but he doesn't notice the pain. She's writhing and whimpering underneath him, and it takes all of his control not to end it prematurely. His mouth finds her neck, and he sucks hard, so he can mark her.

Her hips are meeting his every time he slides into her, and it's driving him mad with pleasure. It doesn't help that she's so wet. He hopes she's getting close, because even through his drunkenness, he knows he won't last long. He's being more forceful than he ever has, and he's afraid he might be hurting her. But, when he opens his eyes and looks at her face, she's biting her lip, and practically screaming in ecstasy, and he almost loses it, so he has to stop and pull out.

"Lucas, wait, why are you stopping? I'm so close, so close," Brooke panics. She grinds her pelvis against his, trying to fill her void.

"I almost-I had to stop for a minute," he pants.

"Keep going, Lucas, I'm so close."

He draws in a deep breath, and reenters her. Her hips are thrusting against his, and her slickened body is sliding against his. It doesn't take long for him to get close to his climax again.

"Lucas, I'm gonna," the most beautiful noise Lucas has ever heard erupts from her lungs, and it brings Lucas over the edge with her. He keeps going until his body can no longer hold him up, and he pulls out and falls to the side of her. Both lie there, panting heavily, trying to catch their breaths.

"That was-" Lucas begins.

"Awesome," Brooke finishes. "It as definitely been too long."

"It sure has." Brooke knows Lucas is talking about her, but she's just talking about sex in general.

"We should do this more often."

"Yeah, probably not," Brooke forces herself to sit up, and search for her clothes.

"Why not?" Lucas sits up as well. Brooke shoves his shirt and pants into his lap, and then put her shirt on.

"It shouldn't have even happened tonight. Do you know how evilly Peyton would torture me if she found out about this? If you thought she was bad with Lindsey, wait till she finds out about me. She won't just be locking me in a library so she can rub in my face that you wrote a book about her. She'll like lock me in the basement, and rip my finger nails off one by one."

"She doesn't have to know."

"You're right."

Brooke stands, and pulls her underwear and pants back on. Lucas copies her. "I meant what I said tonight, Brooke."

"I'm sure you did, Lucas," Brooke rolls her eyes. "And next week I'm sure you'll believe Peyton is your soul mate again."

"This isn't a joke, Brooke. I don't want Peyton. I haven't wanted her for a very long time."

"Okay, this conversation is getting serious again, so I'm just going to take off."

"Wait!" Lucas grabs her hand. "You can't walk home alone in the dark. I'll walk you."

"No, Peyton will be there and she can't see you and me together."

"Brooke-"

"Ugh, fine, but I'm only doing it because I know you won't leave me alone anyway. But, you're dropping me off a block away from my house, got it?" Lucas nods his head.

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Peyton is up when Brooke gets home, and her attempt to sneak in quietly ends up in disaster. And a broken mirror. Seven years bad luck, just what she needs. She already has Lucas trying to 'win' her back. What a joke. Peyton immediately appears on the stairs.

"Oh! It's you. That scared the shit out of me."

"Oh, sorry about that," Brooke giggles, "guess I should be more careful."

"Are you drunk?" Peyton questions, coming down the stairs.

"Maybe," Brooke shrugs. "I'm hungry."

She tries to avoid Peyton by going into the kitchen, but she follows. "Brooke, oh my god, you have a hickey on your neck. Who was it? Was it that hot model that I saw in your store the other day?"

"No," Brooke shook her head. "I didn't sleep with anyone. I, um, burnt myself with a curling iron earlier. Stupid me," she giggles.

"Oh! Damn, that's one hell of a burn," Peyton admires it for a bit longer. "So, where'd you go tonight, did you have fun?"

"Yeah, I went to Tric for a bit. You know, try to take the edge off because of Angie leaving. How was your night?"

"Hell. Well, Haley did come and talk to me about winning Lucas back. So, we're going shopping together tomorrow. Want to come?"

"No," Brooke shakes her head. "I can't. I got some stuff to do for the store."

"Brooke Davis turning down a shopping trip? Never." Peyton mocks. "I thought you were hungry?"

"Oh yeah," Brooke turns around, and opens the fridge. She bends over to look through what they have. She's not actually hungry, she just needed an excuse earlier.

"What the hell happened to your back?" Peyton gasps.

"What?" Brooke turns around. "What's wrong with my back?"

"It's full of scrapes and stuff. It looks like you've been drug across pavement. Or rode really hard," she giggles.

Brooke giggles nervously. "Nah, I fell down some stairs at the store today," she lies. She can't believe how easily these lies are coming out of her mouth.

"Damn, you had a bad day. I didn't even know there were stairs at the store."

"Oh yeah, pavement ones," Brooke nods her head.

"That looks like it hurt."

"It did," Brooke nods her head. "You know, I don't think I'm hungry anymore, so I'm just going to go up to bed."

"Okay. I'm going to bed, too. Haley's coming early so we can get it out of the way. She wants me to get lingerie so I can seduce Lucas."

"Oh, fun," Brooke tries to sound excited. She's sure the blond duo will be back in bed with each other again the next night. She at least got to have her fun first. "Well, don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"I think the list of stuff you wouldn't do is shorter than the list of things you would do," Peyton jokes.

"Exactly," Brooke smiles. "Night P. Sawyer."

"Night B. Davis."