"...I just wish you could rescue me."
"From what?" He asked quickly in confusion, his eyes being captivated in the conflict hers held. How vulnerable she looked in that moment, she held more grace then he could ever dream of. Lucas never wanted to let that go.
Brooke spoke softly, "From all of it." As he gazed into her eyes, he made a silent vow to himself before he paused and parted his lips.
"I will..." Breaking their eye contact, the start of a cheeky smile formed at the corner of his lips while his hand cupped her left one and began to run the pad of his index finger along the lines of her palm. "..if you promise to rescue me back."
A small, content grin made it's way onto her features as she still gazed lovingly up at him. "I promise." She whispered, drawing his attention back down to her admirably.
Pulling his right hand from stroking her soft skin, he gently rested his index and thumb finger on her chin to crane her head over to him as their lips met in a liplock so gentle and meaningful, one that sealed their promise to each other.
"I will.." Brooke and Carly, who were on the edge of the bed striking up conversation, suddenly stopped short to look over at Lucas as he mumbled and gave a groggy groan as he was waking up.
He wasn't what one would consider a peach to interact with right when he woke up, and he especially wasn't going to be now, having been torn from his dreams as he let the memories wash over him. Sadly wishing it was reality.
Crawling up higher on the bed, the brunette hovered over him so when he opened his eyes, he was greeted with a warm smile that reached her eyes as the now emerald hues lit up and illuminated the soft glow about her that Lucas admired so much.
"Hey there, gorgeous." Her raspy voice sent a quick shiver down his spine that he wasted no time in mumbling a soft 'hi' up at her. Feeling her now dry, clean chocolate locks brush across his forehead, he started to grin as he sat up slowly and looked around the room in a state of confusion.
The trio were in a hotel room and from what he could tell, it was really nice and spacious. A suite if he didn't know better. There was a rich cream and maroon color palette throughout the lavish bedroom that continued out to the lounge area which led to the second bedroom parallel to the one they were all in at the moment.
"H–How did I get here?" He asked hesitantly as he felt the throbbing return to the back of his head. As if Brooke could sense the pain, her fingertips ran over the sore area comfortingly, grazing against his stubble he had for hair.
"Well, there's this awesome thing that we like to call a 'car' and it's a means for transp–" Carly started sarcastically, trailing off as the Scott gave her a cross look of unamusement, taking note how she looked like she had just gotten out of the shower and wrapped a robe around her form. "You slipped and fell on wet pavement. Bumped your head trying to save Snow White over here."
As it hit him, he asked a bit more frantic and concern draining the color in his face. "Where's John? Is he–"
"Dead." Brooke interrupted with a nod. "That's the last time you try to be the knight in shining armor, Luke. You can't become the next best American author if you're dead!" Pausing, "Well, okay. So that's not completely true. Didn't Shakespeare, Steinback and that Emerson guy get popular after they were all corpsey?"
Lucas opened his mouth to answer her question, but quietly dismissed it, citing rhetorical fashion as she continued. "But what are the chances of what happening? Don't get me wrong, you're a great writer – reference 'An Unkindness of Ravens' – but what–"
"Steinbeck." He corrected in the middle of her rant, flashing her a smile. Her head tilted in confusion, not catching her mistake, well – one of several. "The writer, his name was Steinbeck.."
As their eyes began entranced once again, there was a long silence which Carly felt awkward to be in the middle of. Clearing her throat softly, she pushed her petite form from the bed and gestured over her shoulder to her bedroom.
"I'm gonna.. go lay down aaaaand I'll let you two have some time alone. Obviously, there's a lot you have to catch up on so.. try not to be too loud, please and thank you!" Raising her brows with a bright smile, the strawberry blonde made her way across the suite into her bedroom and shut the door behind her.
Hardly noticing his sister's departure until he heard the door shut, he glanced across the room to stare at the door before focusing back on Brooke who was laying on her side against the pillows, letting her legs dangle off the side of the bed.
He finally got a better view of her. Her skin looked refreshed and her hair had obviously been washed and conditioned, it's natural luster made obvious as the tresses fell in gentle waves on her shoulders, a few delicate pieces framing her face. From just a foot and a half away from her, he could smell the enticing body wash she had used which he could tell was an alluring lavender.
She had on a new pair of light-washed jeans that complemented every curve to her lower half perfectly and wore a thin burgundy cotton long-sleeve. Lucas didn't have to ask where she got the money to afford all this – the hotel, the clothes – he knew without having to say anything. Her mother.
The last Lucas had heard, Victoria and Brooke were trying to launch Brooke's company into couture and Brooke wasn't comfortable with the idea, knowing she would eventually have to conform to what the 'fashion experts' would want. The whole point of Clothes Over Bros was for Brooke to be behind the clothes – not a team of designers.
Long story short, Brooke diverged her interests in the company and took what was hers before signing it over to Victoria and her business pals. It wasn't something she wanted to do, but in the long run, she saw it for what it was. She may have lost a company, but she kept her dignity and creativity, along with a substantial amount of money she had put in the bank.
Brooke felt his eyes on her and cleared her throat softly, nodding to the other bedroom. "She's cute. Really geeky in the completely adorable 'I want to pinch your cheeks' kind of way, but I like her!"
"Carly?" He smiled, speaking shortly. "Yeah, she's pretty awesome." Chuckling under his breath as his eyes dropped down to his lap, catching the first drift of awkward into the conversation. Why was it like this? This was Brooke Davis he was talking to, they had history. They could carry on about a subject for hours, why was this time different?
"Think she looks like me?" Luke asked suddenly, turning his head back to Brooke who looked just as puzzled as the next guy. Under the assumption it must have come up in the conversation she shared with Carly, he soon dropped his shoulders once he tuned in and realized that she didn't have the faintest idea what he was talking about.
Chuckling slightly, "She's my sister."
Staring at the writer with an incredulous brow, shock and sarcasm in a life-or-death fight over her tone. "W-Wait.. there's.. she's.." Stumbling over her words as her brain tried to register what he had just told her. Another Scott?
"Yeah, Dan's." He laughed rolling onto his back, peering up at her with a smirk. Lucas began filling her in on the history, how he figured it out and at the end, the brunette concluded with a grin.
"Well it's a good thing she's hot. I'm running out of Scott men, so it's good to know I have another option!" She joked, beaming as the back of her hand hit Lucas' chest as he laughed with her. Soon narrowing his eyes in a playfully skeptic manner. From the sex tape in highschool, he had enough images of her with his brother.
The duo stayed up talking for another hour, laughing about light subjects then reaching out in the serious conversations. There was a lot to Brooke's life that Lucas had missed out on and he could only frown regrettably as she explained what she had been up to and how life had been treating her.
There was one bit of information that broke his heart though and he couldn't help but continuously redirect their talk back to the subject. Brooke was told she wasn't able to have children. A new kind of devastation hit him, and to be honest, he was almost positive the last time he felt his heart hurting this bad was after Keith's murder.
"You would've been an amazing mom, Brooke." He whispered to her, frowning as he saw her beginning to tear – but in Brooke Davis fashion, she held it in and tried to laugh it off. But he saw past that, and into the pain buried deep inside of that amazing heart of hers.
The same heart he'd broken many times before, the one he admired her for and the one she loved him with. He didn't understand how she managed to keep it together, especially after she pushed everybody away. After she pushed him away and he didn't fight her. No, he had to be too wrapped up in Peyton Sawyer.
How differently he would've done things..
His thumb brushed across her cheek as it made itself a barrier to the single tear that had slipped from her moss-colored eye, not expecting the words that rolled off her tongue. "I forgive you."
The three words had left him speechless as he became lost in her eyes and his mind went blank. What did she just say? He couldn't have heard her right. He had a feeling what she'd be referring to – but she did? In times of her vulnerability, Brooke tended to pour her heart out when it came to feelings she kept inside.
She wore her heart on her sleeve, she always had..
"There are 82 letters in here, and they're all addressed to you... I wrote them all this summer. One a day, but I never sent them 'cause I was afraid." She shrugged slightly as the tears continued to escape her eyes.
'Don't cry, Pretty girl..' Lucas parted his lips as he looked down at the box then back up at the heartbroken brunette he loved so much. "Brooke..."
"I was afraid of getting my heart broken again, like before." Drawing in a quick breath, "Cause you hurt me so bad, and I was afraid to be vulnerable. And I was afraid of you and the way that you make me feel.. and I know that doesn't matter now after what I did, but I just thought that you should know."
Hesitantly letting her tear-blurred eyes fall on the box of letters before bringing her attention back on Lucas. "This was how I spent my summer, Luke. Wanting you... I'm just too scared to admit it."
Overwhelmed by her words, he ran his finger over her cheek once again trying to come up with the right words to say, the struggle only frustrating him more. Why was this such a big deal? It's not like she told him she loved him or something.
But he had to expect the worst at what he came up with, "And I love you." His eyes burned through her as she hung on his every word and those words weren't what she was expecting. After a long moment passed, he realized the rushed nature of the situation and chuckled. "I hit my head, huh?"
He tried to play it off and blame it on the trauma that had in the blink of an eye 'overcome' him, shaking his head as the designer's gaze didn't tear from him – but didn't do anything to diffuse the situation either.
"You rescued me.." She said sheepishly, coming to terms with all of it. In the past and more recently within the fight of their lives. How fate had manipulated their paths to cross again, both coming to one another in pieces.
Swallowing hard, he remained fixated on the gorgeous woman in sheer awe. "I promised you I would.." He whispered.
It seemed crazy to think that in that moment in time, through all of it; the pain, heartache, betrayl to the bliss, happiness and perfection – Brooke Davis & Lucas Scott fell in love with each other all over again.
"And I love you for that, Broody.." Tears filled up to the brim in her eyes as she purred up to him "And, I also really love you." She spoke, choking back the bubbling in the back of her throat as a few tears trickled down her cheeks against her will.
Letting out a sharp breath he didn't know he had been holding in, "I love you too, Pretty girl." In one swift movement he fused his lips to hers in an urgently deep kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.
His arms wrapped protectively around her curvy form, one hand sliding down her body to rest on top of her thigh as she maneuvered her lower half invitingly. Lucas didn't dare think of breaking the kiss as he silently agreed and nestled himself comfortably between her thighs.
His tongue prodded her lips and begged for entry into her mouth that she quickly granted with a moan that shortly after broke the kiss as he stared down at her. Her usually soft hazel eyes were a darker green now, clouded with lust.
Her 'bedroom' eyes, as he liked to refer to them as, made his body instantly react as he pulled back, but not before placing a quick peck to her kiss-swollen lips. Lucas' hand that had become well acquainted with the top of her thigh moved to run the pad of his thumb over her centre through her jeans she sadly still had on.
Brooke's first whimper caused Luke to bite his lip and fight the urge to come right then. If only the two could anticipate the silent struggle going on in the other room...
AHHH! Okay, what do you think? Love it, hate it? Want to see more Brucas lovin? Well, I'll be happy to tell you that it will continue in the next Chapter. ;] At first, I wasn't too pleased with this chapter and that's why I'm uploading it so late today. I had to go back and change a few things and then I felt it was best to throw in the flashbacks from 3x09 and 3x17. You probably already have questions and are thinking how Brooke's random 'I forgive you' is, as well as Lucas' sudden 'I love you' - but it will ALL be explained and elaborated on in future chapter. This one is a bit slow so not that much action (unless you count the very brief end) but you can start to brew in your mind some ideas of what it to come, what's going on in the other room and what happens with Brucas! Again, thanks everybody for reading and tolerating this mess, that is me trying to write a last note while I'm exhausted. xD Please Review! -Bre.
