Author's note: Dream smut…

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-Thursday- (Things weren't the same)

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"I want you Brooke…" Lucas said feverishly as he parted from her lips. "God I love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with desire. Come for me Brooke…come for me…"

She writhed beneath his hard gorgeous body, his plunging fingers driving her absolutely crazy. She raked her nails over his muscled back and panted in his ear desperately, "Lucas…God…you're fingering me so good, I'm squirting all over the bed, my body's shaking! Ohh I'm com—"

Brooke awoke panting heavily, shaken by her crazy vivid dreams. Brooke had thought of him so much she had even dreamed of him making love to her again and again. That was the third time she woke up like that, all hot and bothered with no one to take care of her needs. She had wondered why this was happening when she finally was able to catch her breath.

Lucas is her best friend…she shouldn't have these kinds of thoughts about him. It was forbidden. Right?

Her body was too on fire to go back to sleep so Brooke dug into her draw of goodies and pulled out her trusty vibrator and lost herself in her fantasy.

She could picture a mysterious man kissing down her body, his soft sexy lips creating fire along her skin… his rough hands caressing her sides until he reached her sensitive breasts that were just aching for his touch.

Brooke gasped, hadn't even realize he had removed his pants until he gently but firmly thrust into her. She whimpered quietly as he penetrated her, savoring how he felt inside her. Brooke opened her eyes and saw Lucas looking at her with intense steel blue eyes instead of her fantasy man.

Somehow she felt more pleasure at the thought of him than from any other man. Brooke didn't want to analyze it at all, too focused on her ecstasy as she imagined Lucas pounding between her splayed thighs. Brooke hissed, and cried out his name repeatedly as she worked the vibrator inside her desperately wet pussy deeper than before, thrusting it faster and unmercifully, picturing Lucas working her body ruthlessly. Just as she thought she couldn't take much more she came blindingly in a powerful orgasm that stole her breath and had her questioning what the hell happened that was so different from the other times she had done this.

Moments later she was still shaky due to her unbelievable orgasm. God, what the hell is wrong with me? She wondered angrily as she splashed cool water over her heated face. She looked in the mirror for awhile, trying to calm down her racing heart. "Lucas Scott is your friend! Your best friend! He's not some guy that you can just lust after! He's important to you and you can't ruin twenty two years of friendship on some stupid crush!"

Sighing she walked into her room and groaned at the sight of the ruffled sheets due to her insane moment of weakness.

Brooke took her phone and called her other best friend. "Hello?"

She sat down on the bed and admitted, "Hales…I'm in trouble!"

"Tigger what happened?"

"It's about Lucas—"

Haley's heart dropped, "What about Lucas?! Is he okay?!"

Brooke's eyes widened with realization, "Oh no nothing happened to him! He's fine and is taking photographs of the landscape and horses in Montana as we speak."

Haley's brows kinked as she asked, "Then what's the problem?"

Brooke fell back and groaned as she answered, "The problem is…I think that I am falling in love with Lucas. Or rather in lust with him."

"What? What did you say?"

Brooke sighed and repeated it. Then admitted ashamedly, "I've been having insanely hot wet dreams and fantasies of him since he came back from Spain! I don't know what's wrong with me! We've been friends since we were in diapers!"

"First of all—ew it's too early in the morning to have this kind of conversation! Secondly, Brooke that's not the end of the world! In fact that's great news—"

If Brooke could glare at her right now she would. Instead she stated with impatience, "No it's not Tutor wife! Things aren't the same now and that's a bad thing Hales! I mean come on Lucas and I—we're great as just friends…there's no room for sex and romantic love! And how weird would it be for us to be together? We would look ridiculous together right?"

Haley had to giggle at her friend and pointed out, "Brooke…I hate to break it to you but you and Lucas have been dating but not really dating for years. All that was missing was the sex. Love is already a fixture in your relationship. So it's like taking the next step. As for looking ridiculous together—honey I think that you two were made for each other. You both compliment each other well in looks so that excuse is out. So go on and take the next step."

Brooke didn't necessarily want to hear that. "But I don't want to—"

Haley chuckled softly then stated, "Yes you do."

"No I don't!" She said stubbornly.

"Yes you obviously do! Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact."

Brooke exhaled with frustration, "I need advice not a fortune from a fortune cookie!"

Haley chuckled again, "You really want my advice?"

Brooke rolled her eyes then said, "Duh! That's why I called you, you dork! What should I do?!"

She grinned then said, "Tell him how you're feeling and see where it goes from there. Because something has shifted and you now want him as more than a friend at least subconsciously."

"Worst advice ever tutor wife!" she groaned with a frown, "Ugh I was expecting you to say something like get your head examined Brooke or avoid him at all costs until this insanity is over! Not this give in and see where it goes bullshit that you're spewing!"

Haley sighed then pointed out, "Brooke there's nothing wrong with falling in love with your best friend—"

Brooke groaned then pointed out for her, "Except for the fact that if we do go for it and it ends up being this tremendous amount of drama meaning there's a great chance that we won't be friends anymore…I won't be able to take that!"

"Brooke why are you trying to talk yourself out of wanting more with Lucas? We both know that no matter what happens that that man will still stand there in your corner. He nor Nathan are like Owen or any other guy we know. So like I said go for it. If you don't go after what you want, you will never have it. I gotta go…the bathroom's calling my name! I swear since I've got pregnant I go to the toilet more than I ever had since I've been alive!"

"TMI Hales TMI!" Brooke groaned teasingly with a laugh. "Call me back as soon as you're done."

"Okay. Hopefully I will remember. But call Lucas tonight and tell him how you're feeling Brooke."

She shook her head, "I'm not doing that Hales. It's too much of a risk—"

"You know what they say, no risk no reward. So go big or go home. Later Brooke." she then ended the call and rushed to the bathroom to relieve her bladder.

Brooke gnawed on her bottom lip and exhaled, not sure of what to do. God, why couldn't they stay stagnant? Why did her feelings have to go and muck up everything? She couldn't tell him how much he came to mean to her in the matter of mere days. He would wonder what had changed between them—just as she was doing now. She wouldn't even know how to answer that. Nor does she know what to do with all of this. All she knew was that she had to make a decision whether or not to do anything about her growing interest.

Her phone startled her from her thoughts, and she rushed to answer it. "Tutor wife—"

"No it's Lucas…"

Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of his sexy voice, "Lucas…hi. I thought that you were busy today—"

Lucas smiled, he loved hearing the sexy raspiness of her voice filling his ear. "I'm on a break right now and I was just checking in on my Cheery. So how are you doing?"

There was no way that she was going to tell him about her dream sexcapade with him. So she played it off saying, "I'm…okay. I guess."

"What's wrong Pretty Girl?"

Brooke tried desperately not to feel giddy at the new nickname that he thought up and was failing miserably. "Nothing's wrong Broody. I just…have a lot to think about."

"Anything that you could tell me about?" he asked, noting that she sounded different than usual.

"Not really. At least not yet…"

Lucas knew something was up but he chose not to say anything. He knew that if he pressured her she would only clam up. "Okay when I get back we should go back to that steakhouse and then hang out."

"We totally should." she said with a smile.

Lucas hated that he had to go back but he had to, "Alright break times over. I will see you tomorrow night alright?"

"Okay love you Broody boy." she then winced, hating that she allowed that to slip out.

Lucas smiled, "I love you too. Alright later."

Brooke hung up and laid back in her bed, staring at her ceiling. Lucas. The man who had somehow made his way past the caution tape of the friend zone and into every mental capacity that she had. Brooke bit her lip as she thoughts of them being together ran through her mind.

Needing a distraction, Brooke started sketching ideas for her new line Before she knew it she had sketched a total of twenty pages full of evening and casual wear and had begun sewing by hand one of the dresses she had designed with the shimmering red material she had had forever but never had the time to do anything with. She was still working when the next call interrupted her train of thought.

She answered the call and balanced the phone between her cheek and shoulder as she finished the hemming-stitch of the dress. "Hello?"

"Hey! I've been calling for hours and no response." Lucas complained as he packed up his camera. "Where have you been?"

Brooke smiled at the worry in his tone. Then frowned. God when did everything become cute when it came to him? she wondered. "Working on some stuff. What's going on?"

"Like?" he asked curiously as he packed up his clothes.

"Wouldn't you like to know. Besides I thought that you weren't going to call me tonight."

Lucas grinned and pointed out, "I never said that I wasn't."

"You never said that you would either. Thus the assumption…so what are you doing?"

"Wouldn't you like to know…"

Brooke laughed and continued sewing, "Can't be too interesting if you're calling me."

Lucas huffed jokingly, "Sheesh you would think that that your best friend would miss you."

"I do miss you Luke. I'm literally counting the hours until I see you."

"Really?" he asked as he settled on his bed, glad that he wasn't the only one.

Brooke chuckled, "Yes really."

"What are you wearing right now?" he found himself asking.

She halted sewing and asked, "What?"

"What are you wearing right now? I just want to picture you…"

Her pulse sped up a bit and she replied, "I'm wearing my white 98 degrees t-shirt with my black shorts. My hair is in a loose ponytail."

"The shorts…are they the shorts that are so short that it barely covers your ass?"

For some reason the way he was speaking with her had her clenching her legs together. "The same."

He groaned, "Bra?"

Brooke gasped, "Lucas!"

"Answer the question it's helping my mental image…"

"No bra…" she said huskily, knowing that the conversation was entering into dangerous territory.

Lucas licked his lips, "Damn…"

"What?" she asked as she sat down on her couch. The very one Lucas had made-love to.

"It's just a very sexy image…you don't want to know where my mind is going…"

Brooke felt a rush at the thought of him finding her sexy. "I think I kind of do. Where's your mind going Broody?"

Lucas felt his pants tighten at the sexy tone of her voice. "To places no friend should cross…"

"Tell me…"

"It makes me want to do things to you…things that will either make me take a cold shower or rub one out."

Brooke couldn't believe that they were having this sort of conversation. "I'd rather that you rub one out…and when you do…I want to hear you doing it."

Lucas cursed as his cock began throbbing insistently from the combination of her words and her incredibly sexy husky voice. He unzipped his pants to ease the unexpected pressure. "Are you sure about this?"

He was giving her an out. An out that she should have taken but…

"I'm so sure."

"If I do it…you would have to do it right along with me. I want to hear you touching yourself…I want to hear your sexy moans in my ear…I want it all Brooke…" he said lowly, the thought of her getting off with him turning him on more than it should. In fact it should be a really bad idea but he didn't care. He wanted this. He wanted her. So bad that he couldn't—wouldn't think of the consequences.

Brooke bit her lip, unsure if she should continue with this. She gulped nervously and finally said, "Okay…"

Lucas was both relieved and aroused by that one word. He wasn't sure how he'd have felt if she had changed her mind. In fact she still could but he wasn't focused on that. He was focused on the okay she gave him. The permission to get off with her. A fantasy that he had always harbored while away from her.

Brooke bit her lip as she began massaging her breasts, "I'm touching myself Luke…I'm pretending it's your hands on me…"

"Where are you touching baby?" he rasped, his hands automatically gripping his erection in response to her sexy words.

She licked her lips and answered, "My breasts…they're so sensitive…especially when it's you touching them."

Lucas groaned as he began stroking himself, imagining his Brooke touching herself. "Brooke…you're so damn sexy…you got me so fucking hard like touching me?"

"Yes…I love touching your hard cock… I can't wait to have it in my mouth…" Brooke moaned as she reached inside her soaked panties and got lost in their shared fantasy, pleasure rippling through her as she pictured his rough hand distributing her delectation.

In her mind he was right here with her, stroking her center expertly while massaging her tender breast. She moaned as she sank deeper into the fantasy, now thrusting three fingers inside her tight opening. Brooke started panting, unable to keep the conversation going but instead focusing on the feelings he made her feel. This was somehow even more enjoyable than this morning's session.

Lucas could hear her heavy breathing in his ear, could hear her sweet moans filling his ears like sweet music aiding his own pleasure as he pretended that it was her soft delicate hand stroking him in just the way he likes. He moaned her name a few times as his hand gripped his cock and stroked faster, picturing her perfect mouth around his erection, losing himself in this forbidden fantasy. He knew that they weren't supposed to be doing anything close to this but that was what made it so goddamn hot. The fact that they were not supposed to be like this…"Fuck Pretty Girl I'm close…"

"Me too…I'm coming! I'm coming! Ohh God Lucas! Yes! Ahhh Luke! You feel so good inside me! Aaahhhh ooh fuck!" She moaned vocally as she came hard on her fingers. She shuddered then removed her hand from her now drenched panties.

Just as she was coming which was the most erotic thing that he had ever heard in his entire life Lucas clenched his teeth and lost himself in his own ecstasy, hard jets of his semen coating his hand as he came hard all the while calling out her name.

"Shit…" they rasped together then laughed. Both were breathing harshly, exhausted from their unexpected experience.

Lucas rose from the bed and cleaned his drenched hand then said, "I don't think that I ever came so much before…nor did I ever feel this good from having phone sex."

"Me neither…actually this was my first time having phone sex…" she said while blushing.

Lucas was shocked, "Really?"

"Really…I never had to before…"

"Well I'm glad that I was the one that you bestowed that honor to…and I gotta say that your voice was made for phone sex."

Brooke bit her lip, recalling his heated groans of pleasure that helped her get her there. "So was yours…I never got off like that before…I'm not sure if it was the fact that it was my first time doing something like this or if it was because it was your sexy voice filling my ears." she then sighed and asked softly, "God nothing's going to be the same is it Luke?"

"I don't know Brooke…I don't know…but I gotta be honest here I'm sure as hell enjoying whatever this is."

Brooke smiled brightly, "I am too…"

He smiled and said, "I can hear the smile on your face. I bet it's pretty big."

It grew even bigger as soon as he said that. She then admitted, "It is… listen I gotta go."

Lucas eyes were drooping anyway so he nodded, well aware that she couldn't see the action. "I'll see you when I see you. And thank you for tonight Pretty Girl."

"No…Thank you. Goodnight Broody." she said tiredly, finally crawling into bed.

He chuckled then said with a relaxed sigh, "I'm far from broody right now Brooke. Goodnight…"

With a final goodnight they disconnected the call. Both knowing deep down that things weren't the same.