Hey Readers! I wanted to get this chapter up as soon as possible, so here it is! I loved writing this chapter, so I hope you guys like it. I didn't get as many reviews as I'd hoped for on the last one, but what the hell, you guys are amazing. Let me know what you think of this. As promised, there is major BRUCAS!

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Happy For The Moment

That evening, Rachel had gone back to her apartment, because she was sick of hanging out with Peyton. Brooke, herself, couldn't even stand being at her own house. It all just seemed too fake. Peyton was acting like nothing had changed between them, and that was so far from the truth. Thankfully, Peyton would be leaving the next morning back to LA. Brooke made an excuse about having to go in to work, leaving Peyton by herself for the rest of the evening.

Brooke had no intention of going to work though; instead, she found herself standing in front of the door to Lucas' hotel room. Lucas opened the door, and a huge smile spread across his face when he saw Brooke. She couldn't help but smile in the same manner when she saw him, despite the thoughts she had racing through her head. Brooke walked inside, and Lucas closed the door behind her. She instinctively wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips against his.

"I've been thinking about you all day," Lucas managed in between kisses.

"I was here this morning," laughed Brooke as she pulled away.

"I know, but you left so suddenly," returned Lucas, "We didn't get a chance to really talk."

Brooke took his hand and led him over to the bed where they sat down. Lucas could tell that she needed to talk to him about something, but she seemed nervous. He squeezed her hand reassuringly, hoping that this wasn't bad news.

"Remember when I said that we shouldn't complicate things?" Lucas nodded expectantly. "Well, I think we're gonna have to."

"Okay…" muttered Lucas unsure of where this was going.

"Peyton's here…" Brooke watched Lucas closely as the words passed her lips, anxiously awaiting his reaction. The expression on his face never wavered. Lucas was gazing at Brooke intently as he focused all of his attention on her, making her feel like she was the only girl in the world. He realized that she was expecting him to do or say something, so he did.

"That doesn't matter to me," he said honestly, "She doesn't matter to me."

"Are you sure?" she questioned in disbelief, "You don't even want to talk to her or find out what went wrong between the two of you?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Lucas replied with a slight laugh. He caressed her cheek with his hand and looked into her eyes lovingly. "Peyton and I were wrong from the very beginning, so no; I don't need to talk to her. I want to talk to you, so continue please." Brooke let out a breath that she didn't even know she was holding as she suddenly felt relieved.

Lucas could sense that something was off about the atmosphere in the room; Brooke had been having second thoughts because of Peyton and he knew it.

"Brooke, don't let her come between us," declared Lucas seriously, "Not again."

He suddenly felt anger towards Peyton. He was usually always the one feeling sorry for Peyton Sawyer, but he decided that he was done feeling sorry for her. That was his mistake two years ago, and he wasn't about to make that mistake again. Lucas Scott was done letting Peyton Sawyer ruin his relationship with Brooke.

Brooke thought about breaking things off with Lucas for good on her way there, but that thought was a distant memory as she looked at Lucas. Peyton had fucked with her heart too many times. Brooke sacrificed so much for Peyton, but Peyton had never done anything for Brooke.

I have a fucking right to be selfish…thought Brooke. Peyton can't make up her damn mind about what she wants. Well, Rachel's right…screw Peyton. I know what I want…Lucas, and nobody is going to tell me that I can't have him. I deserve to feel happy for longer than five seconds for once in my fucking life!

"What are you thinking?" asked Lucas hopefully.

"I'm thinking that…I don't want to be anywhere else but here…with you," said Brooke. Lucas sighed happily. "I love you, Boyfriend," she admitted.

"Boyfriend?" questioned Lucas pleased that she had finally said it. She was finally being selfish and doing something for herself. Brooke nodded with a giddy smile on her face. "I like the sound of that, Pretty Girl," added Lucas as he kissed her passionately.

It was more than just a simple kiss. For both Brooke and Lucas, it felt like nothing was in there way for the first time. There was no holding back, nobody could keep them apart. Lucas cupped her cheeks and Brooke placed her hands on his chest as they deepened the kiss. Their tongues explored each other as they fell down onto the bed.

They both groaned in annoyance as Brooke's cell phone rang. She rolled her eyes seeing that it was Peyton calling, but she felt a little bad for leaving her all alone, especially since she had come to see Brooke.

"I should probably get back," sighed Brooke. They were both sitting at the edge of the bed again. "I have to go with Peyton to the airport in the morning," she explained.

"Don't go," Lucas pleaded as he began kissing her neck, "Stay with me tonight." Brooke moaned as his lips reached the spot he knew drove her crazy. She looked down at her phone as it beeped to alert her of a text message. It was from Peyton.

B. Davis, is everything okay? You've been gone awhile & I'm bored as fuck. Get your ass back here. Screw Victoria. 3

Lucas grabbed Brooke's phone out of her hand and lied down teasingly keeping it out of her reach. Brooke laughed as she playfully straddled him reaching for her phone.

"Give it back, you goof!" she beamed.

Brooke leaned down as she finally grabbed her phone out of Lucas' hand, and he pressed his lips against hers as she did. Lucas sat up right with Brooke still straddling him, their lips still locked in a heated kiss. She pulled away from him and looked at him, his eyes praying for her to stay.

"Are we staying yet?" he asked.

"You have no idea how hard it is to say no to you," grinned Brooke.

Lucas smiled as Brooke tossed her phone aside and kissed him. He wasted no time in taking off her blouse and strapless bra. Lucas lifted his arms up over his head allowing Brooke to remove his tee shirt. She pushed his shoulders gently causing him to fall onto his back. She brought her lips down to his waist line and kissed up his toned abs and chest until she reached his neck.

"You know, there's something we haven't done in awhile…years even," murmured Brooke. Her voice was raspy and seductive as she whispered in his ear.

"Oh, yeah? What's that?" he questioned, the arousal evident in his voice.

"You'll just have to wait and see, baby," whispered Brooke nibbling on his ear mischievously.

Brooke unbuckled Lucas' jeans, and they were quickly shed from his body joining the previously discarded clothing on the floor. She slid his boxers down his legs, and Lucas quietly predicted what pleasure he was about to receive from the beautiful brunette. Brooke smiled as she revealed his fully erect member. She teasingly kissed the shaft of his penis as she held him with both hands, causing him to twitch with anticipation. She took him into her mouth and began to slowly move up and down as she sucked him. Brooke quickened her pace and bit down softly eliciting approving grunts and moans from Lucas. He felt his release coming, but he wasn't ready yet. Lucas stopped her actions and flipped them over, wanting to give Brooke just as much pleasure as she was giving him.

"I think it's your turn now, cheery," groaned Lucas.

He pulled off her jeans shorts, and planted tiny butterfly kisses along her stomach until he reached her breasts. Lucas began massaging them with his hands, enjoying the sensation he was creating not only for Brooke, but for himself as well. Unable to resist, he took her in his mouth and slowly bit down on her nipple. A scream of appreciation escaped her lips as he continued to ravish her.

He then kissed down to the top of her panties and flicked his tongue underneath the material. Lucas smirked as she practically begged him to take them off. He brought his lips to hers in another searing kiss and removed them with his hands, completely eliminating any barriers that separated them. Brooke gasped as Lucas slowly entered one of his fingers inside of her, enjoying her warmth and wetness. He plunged another finger into her flicking her bud in the process, and he couldn't get enough as he watched the expression on her face. Unable to resist, Lucas dipped his head down between Brooke's legs and slowly slipped his tongue between her folds. He moved his tongue teasingly within her folds to taste every drop of her juices. Brooke desperately grabbed onto the bed as Lucas pleasured her, and neither of them could take it any longer. He kissed his way back up to her lips, allowing her to taste herself on him.

Lucas and Brooke gazed lovingly into each other's eyes as he hovered above her entrance. They both smiled at each other, knowing that what they were about to do was more than just sex. It was love.

"Make love to me, Lucas Scott," she whispered with a charming smile.

"Anything for you, Brooke Davis," he returned.

They shared a sweet and passionate kiss as Lucas entered her completely. Her muscles clenched around him, and she arched her back to give him more access. Lucas needed to feel as much of her as possible. He moved in and out of her as they both fell into a rhythm, their bodies rocking in sync. She tightened her legs around his waist as they increased their pace. Lucas pressed his lips against hers to stifle Brooke's screams of ecstasy. Shortly after, Lucas, too, came, exploding inside of her. After riding out their waves of euphoria together, they both lie on their backs, trying to catch their breaths.

Brooke snuggled into his side, and Lucas' lips laid a caring kiss atop her head.

"Say it again," he mumbled breathlessly. Brooke smiled knowing exactly what he was referring to.

"I love you, Boyfriend," she replied with an honest smile.

"I love you too, Pretty Girl."

Peyton grabbed her bag off of the bed in the guest room of Brooke's Manhattan penthouse. She threw her bag over her shoulder and peeked into Brooke's room as she made her way out of the guest room. Brooke's bed hadn't been slept in, and Peyton was beginning to worry. Brooke was supposed to be going with her to the airport, so Peyton found it strange that she wouldn't even call. Peyton tried to call her, but it went straight to voicemail. There was a knock on the front door just as Peyton was about to try calling Brooke's office phone.

"Hey, Peyton."

"Um…hi," muttered Peyton wondering how the girl at the door knew who she was.

"Oh, sorry. I'm Millicent Huxtable, Brooke's assistant," she replied introducing herself. Peyton smiled as she shook her hand. "There is a car outside to take you to the airport. Brooke couldn't make it, but she asked me to come instead. So, here I am. Oh, and she is really sorry that she couldn't be here to say goodbye," Millie rambled on.

"Okay, then." Peyton laughed at Millicent's rambling. "Did Brooke say why she couldn't make it?" Peyton asked, "Is she working still?"

Millicent nervously looked away from Peyton. She was definitely not one to lie, and Brooke didn't even tell her why she, herself, couldn't take her own friend to airport. Millie considered Brooke as one of her friends too, though, not just her boss, so she wanted to cover for her without making it completely obvious that she was lying.

"Yes," she said simply to answer Peyton's question.

Peyton gave her a confused look. "Was that a yes that she's still working, or was that a yes that she said why she couldn't make it?"

"Yes, the first one," Millie uttered quickly trying to avoid questions, "Are you ready to go?"

"Uh…yeah, I guess I am," answered Peyton looking back into the house one last time.

Peyton was glad that she got to see Brooke, even if it was for a short time. She really needed her friend's advice, and Brooke was right; she needed to focus on herself, which was the reason she went to Los Angeles in the first place. Whether she was in love with Lucas or Jake or even Julian, she just needed to figure it out on her own, instead of depending on everyone else to help her through it.

Lucas opened his eyes as the morning sun shined into the room. His first instinct was to shield his eyes from the blinding light, but he then saw the gorgeous brunette lying next to him. He held his head up with one arm leaning on his elbow as he watched her sleeping. Brooke stretched as she too woke up and opened her eyes, smiling when she saw Lucas watching her.

"You're staring," she murmured closing her eyes.

"I'm gazing," he corrected.

"It's creepy," she smiled.

"I thought you might think of it as romantic," he grinned as he pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "You're too beautiful not to look at."

Brooke blushed at the comment, opening her eyes again. She gave him a quick kiss before replying. "Okay, it's pretty romantic," she admitted.

She smiled to herself as she looked at Lucas, thinking about the past week and half that he'd been in New York. "This is crazy, right?"

"What's that?"

"This, us, you and me together," answered Brooke gesturing to the two of them in bed together.

"I don't think it's crazy," said Lucas seriously. He took Brooke's hand in his own, and their fingers interlocked as they fixed their eyes on each other. "It feels right, doesn't it?" he asked her.

"Yeah, it does," she replied squeezing his hand reassuringly, "I'm happy."

"Me too," he agreed with a smile, "I'm also glad that I didn't wake up alone."

"You thought I was going to leave?" asked Brooke, feeling bad that her previous actions when he'd first arrived in New York had given him such uncertainty.

"Last night, you mentioned that you had to be at the airport this morning, so I thought you would've snuck off," sighed Lucas.

"I had my assistant take care of Peyton," returned Brooke, "Don't worry."

Lucas noticed some doubt in the expression on Brooke's face, and he hoped that she didn't think he was actually concerned about Peyton. He furrowed his eyebrows studying her as she glanced away from him.

"I'm not worried about Peyton," Lucas assured her, "I was worried about not waking up next to my very sexy girlfriend." He saw relief wash over her, and she brought her lips to his for another quick kiss. "Do you have to work today?" he asked.

"Hmm…let me just check with my boss," joked Brooke. Lucas laughed as Brooke grabbed her phone only to quickly toss it aside again. "Um…nope, I think I'm free today," she laughed.

"Good," he muttered against her lips as he kissed her, "Because I wasn't planning on leaving this bed today."

Brooke smirked against his lips as they continued to kiss. They delved their tongues into the far corners of each other's mouths, and Lucas instinctively began to explore her body with his hands. Brooke suddenly pulled away from him, resulting in a confused and worried look from Lucas.

"Could we maybe order room service first? I need to get my energy up if we're gonna recreate last night's events," suggested Brooke kinking her eyebrow, "Plus, I'm starving."

"Good idea," agreed Lucas pecking her on the tip of her nose, "I'm thinking chocolate chip pancakes and French toast."

"Sounds yummy," she grinned in return.

"Hey hoe," beamed the red head.

Rachel strolled into Brooke's office immediately noticing how happy her friend was. Brooke glanced up from her computer to see Rachel sitting on the other side of her desk. Rachel crossed her arms as she leaned back in the chair and smirked at Brooke, who simply raised an eyebrow at her.

"Hey slut, are you here to apologize?" asked Brooke referring to their small argument when Peyton had arrived.

"Let me think…no," replied Rachel, "I have nothing to apologize for. What I said may have been a little, harsh, but I meant it. Peyton's a bitch."

"Of course," muttered Brooke rolling her eyes at Rachel's antics.

"You know me, I tell it like it is," she stated.

Brooke sighed as she turned away from her computer to focus on Rachel.

"Rach, seriously, what was with the freak out?" asked Brooke.

"I went out with Cooper yesterday, and I was nervous about it," sighed Rachel. She watched the shock immediately wash over the expression on Brooke's face.

"Cooper?" she questioned making sure she heard Rachel correctly. The feisty red head nodded in response. "As in Nathan's Uncle Cooper? Cooper Lee?"

"That's the one," muttered Rachel. Brooke then bombarded her with questions about what happened and when they had met in New York. "It went surprisingly well; we talked about the past, and we've agreed to put it behind us."

"Meaning?" Brooke looked at her with a knowing smile.

"Meaning nothing; he was just visiting a friend in the city, so don't give me that look," Rachel told Brooke defensively. Brooke put her hands up to let her know that she wasn't going to pry, and Rachel decided it was time to change the subject. "So, what is the deal with you and Lucas?"

"Um…well, we're together…completely exclusive," smiled Brooke.

"So, you bailed on Sawyer to fuck your boyfriend…I've never been so proud," grinned Rachel, "How was it? Was it awesome?"

Brooke laughed at the comment, and hesitated before answering. Oh, what the hell, this was Rachel she was talking to.

"Try best sex of my life!" exclaimed Brooke.

"Fuck yes!" yelled Rachel. They both realized how loud they were and checked to make sure nobody had heard them. Brooke quickly got up to close the door of her office before returning to where she was sitting at her desk across from Rachel. "I was worried Peyton might screw things up, but…look at you," continued Rachel sincerely admiring her friend, "You're finally putting yourself first for once. I'm proud of you, Brookie. You deserve to be happy."

"Thanks, Rachel," said Brooke.

These were the moments that made their friendship what it was. They could joke and make fun of each other, but at the end of the day, Brooke loved Rachel despite the flaws and vice versa. They were best friends, and they both knew that.

"So, what went down with Peyton anyway? How was the talk?" asked Rachel curiously. Brooke couldn't help but laugh slightly as she thought about her conversation with Peyton.

"I don't know," answered Brooke, "She wasn't even that upset about her break up with Lucas. She was more worried about him being heartbroken."

"Ha!" Rachel burst out laughing, "If she only knew."

"She obviously cares for him," Brooke went on, "And probably still loves him…"

"Oh, don't start with the pity party now," Rachel warned her.

"I'm not. Anyways, she's seeing some guy, Julian. She says they're just friends, but I know it's more than that." Rachel widened her eyes in surprise. She never thought Peyton would be so quick to rebound. "Yeah, it gets better. She kept going on about how she missed Jake," continued Brooke, "I mean, after everything she put me through just to be with Lucas, she has the nerve to reject him, because she misses Jake! Can you believe that?"

"Sorry, who's Jake?" wondered Rachel.

"I forgot you missed that chapter," realized Brooke, "He went to high school with us, but he moved away before you got there. Peyton dated him, and she clearly still has feelings for him too."

"What a fucking whore," stated Rachel with a laugh. Brooke gave her one of those 'I can't believe you just said that' looks, and Rachel became serious again. "I'm serious, Peyton is a fucking whore. Come on, Lucas, Julian, and Jake? She can't have them all."

"I know, it's ridiculous," Brooke found herself agreeing with the red head.

Brooke looked up and Rachel turned around as Brooke's assistant, Millicent, opened the door. Brooke waved her inside, and Millicent closed the door behind her as she entered.

"Sorry to interrupt," she apologized.

"Oh, no worries," said Rachel, "I owe you for all those times I got high with the other models in the bathroom, and you watched the door for us before shows. Good times."

Millicent swallowed uncomfortably at the memories.

"She's kidding," laughed Brooke relieving the assistant of her uneasiness, "Oh, Millie, thanks again for taking Peyton to the airport yesterday."

"It was no problem at all," Mille chimed, "I have your mail, and there is a Lucas Scott on line two."

Brooke took her mail from Millie, and Rachel raised her eyebrow at Brooke gesturing to the phone on her desk.

"Come on, Huxtable, I think it's time for us to go," smirked Rachel heading to the door.

Millicent and Rachel both waved goodbye to Brooke as she answered the phone.

"Hi, Boyfriend," smiled Brooke into the phone.

This was definitely what she wanted, and even if it was just for the moment, this was what being happy felt like.

A/N: Okay, there it is! I hope you liked the Brucas. Please review and let me know what you think of the chapter. I really hope to get more reviews this time. Thanks for reading! :)