Lucas and Brooke are giggling incessantly as they make their way up
Brooke's dimly-lit concrete walkway. They step onto her porch and he pins
her up against the giant mahogany doors. He wipes a way-ward strand of her
auburn hair away from her face and tucks it neatly behind her ear.
Her hands grasp his face gently and pull his lips to hers. She kisses him fiercely then softly pulls away, her eyes ablaze with friskiness.
"Who would have thought that Lucas Scott was such a proficient kisser?" Brooke giggles, tapping his chest with her index finger. "But then again, all that stored-up emotion hidden by your broodiness had to be put to some use, right big boy?" As if to reinstate his obvious skill, Lucas plants a big smack on her cheek as she turns to unlock the door. Her dad is still out on business and her mom is too busy exfoliating herself while she sleeps to notice Brooke coming in.
Regardless, Brooke leads Luke inside, her noisy pair of heels in hand. She puts a finger to her lips and nods towards her parents' expansive bedroom. Lucas is so dumbfounded at how large Brooke's home is. It's equally the size of Nathan's.
Brooke leads him through the darkness up the stairs then around the corner to her room. She turns on the light then pushes him onto her bed. She kicks the door shut then dives on top of him, covering him in expertly displaced kisses.
She travels down the side of his neck towards his pectoral, ripping open his shirt. Lucas stares above the bed to the high ceiling and laughs aloud when he notices Brooke's immaculately placed mirror above.
"Well that's a surprise," Luke laughs softly and sarcastically.
Brooke gazes upward then shrugs. "I'm out of that phase-Well, almost."
She returns to his face and runs her hands through his tresses as she kisses him with earnestness. He loves the way she kisses-she takes the lead and he follows. She kisses with zeal and zest, her body rocking against him as she moves. It's almost like a dance-a powerfully erotic dance.
He's out of breath as she nibbles at his lower lip, her fingers running along his collarbone. Her touch is like a lightning bolt, eliciting sparks as her hands glide across his body. Lucas leans his head back against her big, pink, fluffy pillow and she kisses his Adam's apple.
They roll about for a while on the bed, their passion paramount; and then, when they're all spent, he holds her.
"God Brooke, you're amazing." "All in a day's work, baby," Brooke grins as she rests her head on her hands, which she has planted on his bare chest.
"I'm glad I was wrong about you," Lucas smiles softly as he rubs her cheek then runs a strand of her dark hair between his fingers.
Brooke taps her cheek as she tries to seem as introspective as possible. "A bad girl with a good side-the fact that I'm a good lover doesn't hurt either, does it Mr. Scott?" she giggles as she looks back at him.
"You're a very bad girl-with an even better good side," Lucas smiles. "But, no, the fact that you're a very, very good lover doesn't hurt."
"There's always something you don't know about another person," Brooke says tenderly, playing with his navel. "What about you, Lucas?"
"What about me?"
"You're just so perfect-you're like the little golden boy. There has to be some kind of glaring flaw that you have hidden away somewhere." She pauses, as if in pondering. "I've got it! You only have one testicle!" she exclaims, cupping his crotch through his pants.
Lucas laughs and kisses her. "No, but you almost got it-I have three." He tries to keep a straight face but starts laughing again; Brooke joins him as she hefts herself off of his stomach and lies beside him.
"Seriously-what's wrong with you? Tell me all your secrets, Goldy."
"Secrets-I don't really have secrets, but if you must know-" He pauses, keeping her in suspense. "I secretly love chick flicks, I'm unbearably ticklish, and-" He paused, as if he was trying to drop the subject.
"And what?" Brooke asks persistently.
"Nothing," Lucas smiles.
"Oh you're telling me, baby-you already admitted that you were ticklish, so I'll just use that to my advantage!" Brooke digs her fingers into his sides and sends Lucas into a laughing hysteria like a little girl.
She thinks it's adorable.
"OK! OK!" Lucas laughs. Brooke stops, a large smile on her face, as she wraps her arms around his shoulders.
"What is it?"
Lucas clears his throat and gazes deeply into her eyes. His tone is serious, and Brooke's whole mood changes. He holds her close to him as he opens his mouth.
"I'm a virgin."
Brooke is speechless. She was almost positive that Lucas was, in fact, not a virgin. I mean, come on, the guy is gorgeous.
"Wow-I just assumed that you weren't. Damn boy! You're really, really good for a first-timer."
"I'm very flattered," Lucas whispers, running his index finger along her lips.
"That's not even a flaw, Lucas," Brooke communicates softly. "That just makes you even more special."
Brooke feels butterflies in her stomach. Her whole outlook on Lucas has changed now that he's admitted to his purity. She has feelings stirring inside her that she's definitely never felt before, and, no, it's not those tacos she had for lunch today.
She realizes that Peyton is right; Lucas has so much more to offer than a mere one-night-stand relationship. And, although Brooke would never vocally admit it, she wants what he's willing to give. She wants seriousness and she wants this security. And she wants it all with Lucas.
She kisses him softly, her hand on his cheek. "Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are, Goldy?"
He murmurs softly against her hair as she does something that neither one of them would have predicted her to do.
Brooke rolls over and wraps his arm about her, pulling her matching pink covers tightly over the pair. She kisses his hand as it comes to rest on her bare stomach. She'll sleep in her shorts and bra tonight as opposed to, well, nudity.
Brooke Davis wants to cry tears of happiness because she feels that she's found something in Lucas. She's discovered something wondrous and stupefying in him and she's learned that things like these you can't allow to slip through the cracks.
Brooke holds him tightly around her as he murmurs delicately against her soft shoulder.
"Goodnight Brooke."
"Night Lucas." Brooke smiles to herself-she may not have had sex tonight, but she's made love--made love in the most sublime way possible.
Her hands grasp his face gently and pull his lips to hers. She kisses him fiercely then softly pulls away, her eyes ablaze with friskiness.
"Who would have thought that Lucas Scott was such a proficient kisser?" Brooke giggles, tapping his chest with her index finger. "But then again, all that stored-up emotion hidden by your broodiness had to be put to some use, right big boy?" As if to reinstate his obvious skill, Lucas plants a big smack on her cheek as she turns to unlock the door. Her dad is still out on business and her mom is too busy exfoliating herself while she sleeps to notice Brooke coming in.
Regardless, Brooke leads Luke inside, her noisy pair of heels in hand. She puts a finger to her lips and nods towards her parents' expansive bedroom. Lucas is so dumbfounded at how large Brooke's home is. It's equally the size of Nathan's.
Brooke leads him through the darkness up the stairs then around the corner to her room. She turns on the light then pushes him onto her bed. She kicks the door shut then dives on top of him, covering him in expertly displaced kisses.
She travels down the side of his neck towards his pectoral, ripping open his shirt. Lucas stares above the bed to the high ceiling and laughs aloud when he notices Brooke's immaculately placed mirror above.
"Well that's a surprise," Luke laughs softly and sarcastically.
Brooke gazes upward then shrugs. "I'm out of that phase-Well, almost."
She returns to his face and runs her hands through his tresses as she kisses him with earnestness. He loves the way she kisses-she takes the lead and he follows. She kisses with zeal and zest, her body rocking against him as she moves. It's almost like a dance-a powerfully erotic dance.
He's out of breath as she nibbles at his lower lip, her fingers running along his collarbone. Her touch is like a lightning bolt, eliciting sparks as her hands glide across his body. Lucas leans his head back against her big, pink, fluffy pillow and she kisses his Adam's apple.
They roll about for a while on the bed, their passion paramount; and then, when they're all spent, he holds her.
"God Brooke, you're amazing." "All in a day's work, baby," Brooke grins as she rests her head on her hands, which she has planted on his bare chest.
"I'm glad I was wrong about you," Lucas smiles softly as he rubs her cheek then runs a strand of her dark hair between his fingers.
Brooke taps her cheek as she tries to seem as introspective as possible. "A bad girl with a good side-the fact that I'm a good lover doesn't hurt either, does it Mr. Scott?" she giggles as she looks back at him.
"You're a very bad girl-with an even better good side," Lucas smiles. "But, no, the fact that you're a very, very good lover doesn't hurt."
"There's always something you don't know about another person," Brooke says tenderly, playing with his navel. "What about you, Lucas?"
"What about me?"
"You're just so perfect-you're like the little golden boy. There has to be some kind of glaring flaw that you have hidden away somewhere." She pauses, as if in pondering. "I've got it! You only have one testicle!" she exclaims, cupping his crotch through his pants.
Lucas laughs and kisses her. "No, but you almost got it-I have three." He tries to keep a straight face but starts laughing again; Brooke joins him as she hefts herself off of his stomach and lies beside him.
"Seriously-what's wrong with you? Tell me all your secrets, Goldy."
"Secrets-I don't really have secrets, but if you must know-" He pauses, keeping her in suspense. "I secretly love chick flicks, I'm unbearably ticklish, and-" He paused, as if he was trying to drop the subject.
"And what?" Brooke asks persistently.
"Nothing," Lucas smiles.
"Oh you're telling me, baby-you already admitted that you were ticklish, so I'll just use that to my advantage!" Brooke digs her fingers into his sides and sends Lucas into a laughing hysteria like a little girl.
She thinks it's adorable.
"OK! OK!" Lucas laughs. Brooke stops, a large smile on her face, as she wraps her arms around his shoulders.
"What is it?"
Lucas clears his throat and gazes deeply into her eyes. His tone is serious, and Brooke's whole mood changes. He holds her close to him as he opens his mouth.
"I'm a virgin."
Brooke is speechless. She was almost positive that Lucas was, in fact, not a virgin. I mean, come on, the guy is gorgeous.
"Wow-I just assumed that you weren't. Damn boy! You're really, really good for a first-timer."
"I'm very flattered," Lucas whispers, running his index finger along her lips.
"That's not even a flaw, Lucas," Brooke communicates softly. "That just makes you even more special."
Brooke feels butterflies in her stomach. Her whole outlook on Lucas has changed now that he's admitted to his purity. She has feelings stirring inside her that she's definitely never felt before, and, no, it's not those tacos she had for lunch today.
She realizes that Peyton is right; Lucas has so much more to offer than a mere one-night-stand relationship. And, although Brooke would never vocally admit it, she wants what he's willing to give. She wants seriousness and she wants this security. And she wants it all with Lucas.
She kisses him softly, her hand on his cheek. "Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are, Goldy?"
He murmurs softly against her hair as she does something that neither one of them would have predicted her to do.
Brooke rolls over and wraps his arm about her, pulling her matching pink covers tightly over the pair. She kisses his hand as it comes to rest on her bare stomach. She'll sleep in her shorts and bra tonight as opposed to, well, nudity.
Brooke Davis wants to cry tears of happiness because she feels that she's found something in Lucas. She's discovered something wondrous and stupefying in him and she's learned that things like these you can't allow to slip through the cracks.
Brooke holds him tightly around her as he murmurs delicately against her soft shoulder.
"Goodnight Brooke."
"Night Lucas." Brooke smiles to herself-she may not have had sex tonight, but she's made love--made love in the most sublime way possible.