This chapter is kind of short. Sorry.
Had the urge to write... but it died about half way through.
Thought I'd post what I had, may add to this later... or may just let this chapter be short.
His fingers carved down the edge of her face with the most gentle of touch.
Her heart raced.
He had leaned closer to her across the armrest, his free hand lingering over her denim-covered thigh.
Brooke swallowed a heavy lump of nerves from her throat.
She hadn't expected this to happen.
Lucas's lips loomed closed to her own, the deep intensity of his piercing blue eyes had her own captivated. Held hostage in his gaze as he moved closer and closer to kissing her.
Brooke's eyelids fell, she wasn't about to resist.
And from pleasure, a sigh fell from her lungs as his lips gently brushed against her own… barely touching now, just teasing her sensations.
Brooke gripped the fabric of his shirt between her fingers, balling her hand into a fist and holding on for dear life. She was under his spell. And if he planned to destroy her with these seductive kisses, she sure as hell wasn't going to let him push her away now.
Lucas had no intention of doing any of that.
One second passed before he was kissing her with passion.
He opened his own mouth wider, tongue slipping into her warm mouth, past her loose, ajar lips. He could tell she must look beautiful right now.
She fell to pieces. Letting him take her away into the world she had never knew she was missing so badly.
His touch, slowly creeping up her thigh… His kiss, gently caressing her tongue with his own… And again, his scent. But now that wonderful smell was invading her nostrils from only a mere foot away. He was so close, and that's when Brooke realized that she felt lightheaded again.
Brooke's free hand moved onto her seatbelt, fumbling slowly at first with the buckle, although quickly getting out from behind the strap that held her into her seat. Their kiss was intensifying now. Lucas had one hand holding her face to his own, and the other resting between her shoulder blades.
It wasn't too difficult for her to get from her own seat into his lap. She straddled him, both of her knees situated on either side of his thighs. Both hands clutching his jaw structure, admiring within her mind how the bones felt beneath her fingertips.
"I want you…" The words fell from her mouth in the form of a plead, although she dove back into the kiss, gently caressing the warmth of his mouth.
Suddenly he grew cold beneath her touch, some of the color draining from his face. He wasn't responding any longer… and Brooke was then pushed away by his strong hands which where placed below her breasts, keeping her away from him.
A cold whisper fell from Lucas' lips, his beautiful eyes staring into the wide, shocked eyes of the girl he was now holding back from him. "Well you can't have me."
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With a jolt, Brooke was snapped out of her daydream… a sudden chill caused bumps to rise along her skin.
"You OK?" His voice came from her side, and even though she wasn't looking at him, Brooke knew he was watching her.
"Yeah, yeah… I'm fine."
Even though that had all been a fantasy, Brooke couldn't help but get nervous. She had a feeling now that something would go wrong. That he would reject any kind of romance that may come up. And again, Brooke reminded herself what she had considered as the difference between her and the rest of her friends. They had all moved on from high school… matured and settled down. What had she done? Moved in with a promiscuous party girl, so much like herself five years previous… Gone to clubs every night… and slept with countless men. Yeah, she may be successful…
But define success.
Lucas seemed to have dismissed the thoughts he must have had… for the topic was quickly changed. Brooke was slightly relieved to hear the words that next fell from his lungs,
"How have you been? I don't think I asked you that earlier…"
"I thought we said Twenty Questions was over for the day?" Her tone was slightly teasing.
"Please. It's a pretty general question, should be easy." This time she saw him look over at her from the road ahead, and she returned the gaze.
Brooke couldn't help but smile at him, glancing away from his captivating eyes. The nerves had vanished.
"I've been… fine."
"Fine? That's all I get?" Lucas sounded a bit shocked, eyebrows raised, she was sure he had seen her glance back over at him from the passenger seat.
"Yeah, general questions deserve general answers." Brooke grinned as Lucas scoffed, shaking his head and turning his attention back to the road.
Brooke began to listen to the unfamiliar song that was spilling from the speakers. As she listened, she could catch the lyrics… it was a slow song… soothing and sweet.
"Because we've got something here that other people envy...
Other people fear"
Those few lines struck Brooke the most.
And already, she felt as if she could sing the song like she had known it her entire life.
It was about four forty when Lucas finally pulled into the parking lot of Tree Hill High School. Brooke had caused the set back, but Lucas didn't really seem to mind…
"Nervous?" His voice was curious, but at the same time he seemed to really want to know how she felt.
"Kinda…" Brooke was honest with him, following his lead as she stepped out of the Volvo.
"What if they're not the same people."
"Don't be… everyone's gonna be thrilled to see you again." He smiled over at her, walking side by side towards the wide front doors of the school.
"Who will I recognize?"
"Thanks Luke." Brooke smiled, feeling her cheeks blush with color at his comforting compliment.
It was cool out, and although not extremely cold, Brooke couldn't help but fidget with the material of her mid-thigh length dress. It was made of a tight polyester material, and was pure white, clinging to the curves of her body before flaring out near her knees. She had been in love with this design. Her hair was down, and set in small waves. Fashion was something had stuck with her.
Lucas was in a suit, his shirt a deep red, and his tie black. His tie hung loose around his neck, waiting until he must tighten it. He had his coat draped over his arm.
"After you." Lucas smiled, gesturing with both hands towards the open doors.
Inside Brooke could hear some music, and loud voices. Her nerves sprung back into her throat, and she found herself fighting to swallow them once more.
Although as she took a step forward, Lucas' hand was suddenly on the small of her back, and he followed her in, staying close to her side.
Brooke swallowed again.
