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This is where it gets serious! Brooke and Lucas on a road trip! Woo-hoo! I want to give special thanks to my dear friend TOMMYGIRL0222, for, without her, this story would be half the story that it turned out to be.
That's enough rambling, on to the next installment!
Bliss **************************************************************************** ****************
Lucas stares intently at the map, his fingers tracing the multi-colored lines crisscrossing across the paper. To Brooke they appear to be nothing more than a jumble of symbols and hieroglyphics, an undecipherable foreign language; but to Lucas, they are the key to their journey, the map leading to their hidden treasure. He understands it clearly as he calls out where to turn.
They've missed the exit twice now, primarily because Brooke has little-to no experience traveling this far outside of Tree Hill. Yet, they've reached the coast successfully-the air is saltier, the sky bluer, and the breeze softer. He looks at Brooke as she stares intently at the road ahead as the wind gently sends single strands of her hair gliding across her face. Her entrancing green eyes are obscured by her expensive sunglasses- they probably cost more than Lucas' whole outfit, minus her father's swimming trunks.
He points to the feeder road to the left, indicating for her to exit. "There, get off there."
"I'll try, but I can't make any promises," Brooke speaks nervously as she glances over her shoulder and switches lanes. The small Beetle swerves its way off of the road onto the access road, heading towards the beach. Sighing in relief, she pulls her sunglasses off and drops them in a cup holder.
"See, this is so much better than any basketball practice!" Right after she says it, she quickly presses a button and the power windows ignite, closing the sunroof. She stares up at the sky repeatedly, as if watching for something.
"What's wrong, Brooke? Is God finally getting ready to smite you with holy fire from above for your sins or something?" Lucas laughs.
"No, it was one of those damn birds," she replies in a concentrated whisper.
"What-a seagull?" She nods, her eyes never leaving the closed sunroof.
"Dude, it's just a bird. Did it like rape you or something?" When Brooke doesn't respond, Lucas starts laughing.
"No, you retard. I just don't want to get pooped on. Whenever we come to beach, someone gets shat on and I refuse to allow it to be me. So I hope you brought some shampoo because I appeased the gods with Nathan and Haley," she smiles sweetly at Lucas as she turns into a small parking lot bordering the beach.
Brooke parks the car-the lot is all but abandoned as its noon on a school day and the air is a bit chillier than most other summer days. The pair hops out of the car and Brooke pulls out the large picnic basket that they prepared, full of enough food to last for the afternoon.
Brooke puts her sunglasses on and runs down the sandy path to the shore below. She turns around to smile at Lucas and wave. "Hurry up!" she yells, but Lucas is too busy staring at the small team of seagulls heading Brooke's away.
He could have yelled back, warning her of her impending doom, but he just let the hilarity of the situation take control. In a matter of seconds, Brooke is dive-bombed by a flurry of creamy white matter. Lucas collapses on the ground in hysterics, rolling about, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as Brooke just stands there as the reality of her predicament sinks in.
"Well, this is just dandy. Just goddamn dandy. LUCAS!!!" Brooke shrieks at the top of her lungs. Her arms are outstretched to either side as she tries to slosh the crap off of her shirt. "Oh my God, my new suit!!!"
Lucas is laughing even harder as he approaches her. He points and tries to say something, but the humor overtakes him and he has to crouch to remain breathing. She is a site to see, covered almost completely in white. The flock has disappeared from view, little more than a speck in the distance.
"Oh, so you find this humorous. You think this is funny?" She runs forward, her arms outstretched, preparing to embrace him in a very poopy hug.
"Yea, um, I don't think so," Lucas replies, suddenly now able to maintain his composure. That doesn't stop Brooke as she continues her advance with haste. Lucas turns and runs towards the water with her on his heels.
He's enveloped in a cascade of cool, salty water as he enters the perpetual blue. It washes over his head, plastering his wifebeater to his chest, knocking him under. He resurfaces and regains his footing, wiping water away from his face. He can taste the acrid liquid on his tongue, but somehow he doesn't register it. To him it's sweeter than wine with her here.
He is surrounded by another cold blast as the clear, fluid substance bathes him. He grasps her wrists as she attempts to carefully wade in. "Come on, you need to get cleaned up anyway," Lucas smiles dastardly. He hefts her around the waist and hurls her farther into the tide, the splash bursting about them. She comes up for air and throws her head back, wet hair flying about behind her.
Her hand attempts to wipe the dripping mascara from her face and she approaches him seductively; her eyes are alluring and locked on his as her hands ride across his shoulders. Her face changes however, as she laughs equally as vexingly and pulls her still partially-dirty shirt over his head. His face is stuffed in between her cleavage. Her skin smells fresh and minty despite the prominent odor of bird feces. Then he realizes just what exactly is on her shirt and he jumps out from her embrace.
Brooke cackles as she rips her shirt over her head, revealing her perky breasts as they float atop the water. She hurls the wet shirt to the shore, as it washes up onto the sand.
"Well, now that you're clean. . ." Lucas smirks as he swims towards her. She wraps her arms around his neck as he picks her up in his arms. His hold is strong and stable as they mold together, the sun shining down on their wet bodies. Their faces fit together like a jigsaw puzzle as they kiss, their heads bobbing in a beautiful motion together. His fingers caress her wet hair as she bends her head back and he nibbles on her neck and softly kisses in between her boobs.
Her hands hold his head to her breast, his clasping her back as another surge gushes over them. Water plummets down their tight bodies in rivulets as they kiss again, dancing about like dolphins in the surf.
Lucas releases Brooke and swims farther out. He sends a small splash her way, but she avoids it as she submerges. Immediately after, he feels a tug on his ankle and then he's under water too. It's like crystal all around him, and he feels the soft white sand under his feet. She swims towards him, her auburn hair billowing out like a fan behind her as she kicks, propelling herself forward like a mermaid.
She grabs his arms and he pulls her in. Her lips brush his and her tresses surround them as he pulls her in closer, opening his mouth to hers. He guides her face against his with his hand, her legs wrapped about him as they tumble to and fro in the tide. He kisses her neck tenderly and then softly pecks her lips.
They resurface and he holds here there as the water rocks them; she lays her head on his damp shoulder and stares at the clear, sapphire sky. The sun is nestled high in the clouds, its regal glean shining down to Earth below.
The white sand is wet under their feet when they return to the shoreline. The picnic basket and a few towels are spread out on the sandy ground, a patch of grass behind them as they sit and gorge on peanut butter and jelly.
"Breakfast of champions," Lucas grins, peanut butter stuck in his teeth.
"You are such a dork," Brooke laughs as she crawls forward and wraps her hand around the side of his neck. "But a very, very sexy one." She French- kisses him softly, her tongue dealing with the excess peanut butter problem.
"I didn't realize that peanut butter had such an effect on you," Lucas deduces, taking another bite. "What else do you have in there?" he asks.
"Oh, just the usual-some chips, beer, etcetera," she smiles.
"Brooke Davis, always the boozer."
"Oh shut up." Yet, the alcohol remains untouched as she crawls into his arms again. "Well, Mr. Scott, I was under the impression that the combination of you, me, and fun in the sun would lead to a delightful lunch, some delectable foreplay, and then-"
"And then what," Lucas beams smugly.
"I think you know what I'm hinting at, big daddy," Brooke speaks huskily, her fingers walking up the ridge of his abdomen and chest.
Lucas lays his back on the towel beneath him and pulls Brooke down on top of him. Her face is mere inches from his. Her hair falls down into his face as she is supported by her arms and he tucks it behind her ear. He places his hand on her chin, his thumb delicately rubbing her soft cheek.
Suddenly Brooke looks away and returns to a sitting position.
"Brooke, what's wrong?" Lucas inquires, his hand resting on her shoulder. He turns her around to see tears in her eyes.
"Lucas, I'm so sorry."
"What are you sorry for?"
"For pressuring you to do this."
"No-no Brooke, you're not pressuring me at all. I want this-I really, really do, and I want it with you."
"Luke, you're the first guy that I've ever really wanted something more from. I don't know what the hell you're doing to me!" Brooke beams as she swipes at a tear.
"Aw, Brooke." Lucas scrutinizes her, studying her with a passion and sensitivity that he can't convey through words. She rests her head on his shoulder and he kisses her forehead. "You may be a lot of things, Brooke, but I see something different-something underneath it all. And it's the most beautiful thing I think I've ever seen."
"Wow-if possible, I think you've garnered even more brownie points than I've ever distributed to anyone else." She kisses his cheek. "That's quite possibly the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."
He reclines against the soft sand again as Brooke drapes the extra towel over the pair. She straddles him as their wet suits land in a heap a few feet away. The sun still blazes far above, drying the dampness from their heaving bodies as their passion erupts like a volcano beneath the blanket.
When it's done, Brooke has collapsed on top of him, her eyes closed as her head rests on his sternum. His breathing is slow and steady, and they just lay there for what seems like hours. She lets him drift off to sleep, her hand tracing his collarbone, his arm wrapped around her protectively.
She studies him as he sleeps-his strong jaw is limp as his mouth hangs open lightly. His eyelids flutter as she shifts, lying beside him as their fingers intertwine. She caresses his cheek with the back of her hand.
Brooke Davis has never adored a man like she does this one.
"I love you, Lucas," she whispers softly as she gently places her head on his shoulder while he slumbers. She stares out at the water, memorizing its easy, graceful movement as it rushes up the shore then is pulled out towards the depths again like a timeless, immaculate dance.
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A Taste of What's to Come-- Lucas and Brooke face the book for ditching school (and indecent exposure!)- -Lucas deals with Keith and has to rely on Brooke and Haley, while Brooke has to decide what's going to become of her friendship with Peyton, especially after things start getting a little crazy around Tree Hill High.
This is where it gets serious! Brooke and Lucas on a road trip! Woo-hoo! I want to give special thanks to my dear friend TOMMYGIRL0222, for, without her, this story would be half the story that it turned out to be.
That's enough rambling, on to the next installment!
Bliss **************************************************************************** ****************
Lucas stares intently at the map, his fingers tracing the multi-colored lines crisscrossing across the paper. To Brooke they appear to be nothing more than a jumble of symbols and hieroglyphics, an undecipherable foreign language; but to Lucas, they are the key to their journey, the map leading to their hidden treasure. He understands it clearly as he calls out where to turn.
They've missed the exit twice now, primarily because Brooke has little-to no experience traveling this far outside of Tree Hill. Yet, they've reached the coast successfully-the air is saltier, the sky bluer, and the breeze softer. He looks at Brooke as she stares intently at the road ahead as the wind gently sends single strands of her hair gliding across her face. Her entrancing green eyes are obscured by her expensive sunglasses- they probably cost more than Lucas' whole outfit, minus her father's swimming trunks.
He points to the feeder road to the left, indicating for her to exit. "There, get off there."
"I'll try, but I can't make any promises," Brooke speaks nervously as she glances over her shoulder and switches lanes. The small Beetle swerves its way off of the road onto the access road, heading towards the beach. Sighing in relief, she pulls her sunglasses off and drops them in a cup holder.
"See, this is so much better than any basketball practice!" Right after she says it, she quickly presses a button and the power windows ignite, closing the sunroof. She stares up at the sky repeatedly, as if watching for something.
"What's wrong, Brooke? Is God finally getting ready to smite you with holy fire from above for your sins or something?" Lucas laughs.
"No, it was one of those damn birds," she replies in a concentrated whisper.
"What-a seagull?" She nods, her eyes never leaving the closed sunroof.
"Dude, it's just a bird. Did it like rape you or something?" When Brooke doesn't respond, Lucas starts laughing.
"No, you retard. I just don't want to get pooped on. Whenever we come to beach, someone gets shat on and I refuse to allow it to be me. So I hope you brought some shampoo because I appeased the gods with Nathan and Haley," she smiles sweetly at Lucas as she turns into a small parking lot bordering the beach.
Brooke parks the car-the lot is all but abandoned as its noon on a school day and the air is a bit chillier than most other summer days. The pair hops out of the car and Brooke pulls out the large picnic basket that they prepared, full of enough food to last for the afternoon.
Brooke puts her sunglasses on and runs down the sandy path to the shore below. She turns around to smile at Lucas and wave. "Hurry up!" she yells, but Lucas is too busy staring at the small team of seagulls heading Brooke's away.
He could have yelled back, warning her of her impending doom, but he just let the hilarity of the situation take control. In a matter of seconds, Brooke is dive-bombed by a flurry of creamy white matter. Lucas collapses on the ground in hysterics, rolling about, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as Brooke just stands there as the reality of her predicament sinks in.
"Well, this is just dandy. Just goddamn dandy. LUCAS!!!" Brooke shrieks at the top of her lungs. Her arms are outstretched to either side as she tries to slosh the crap off of her shirt. "Oh my God, my new suit!!!"
Lucas is laughing even harder as he approaches her. He points and tries to say something, but the humor overtakes him and he has to crouch to remain breathing. She is a site to see, covered almost completely in white. The flock has disappeared from view, little more than a speck in the distance.
"Oh, so you find this humorous. You think this is funny?" She runs forward, her arms outstretched, preparing to embrace him in a very poopy hug.
"Yea, um, I don't think so," Lucas replies, suddenly now able to maintain his composure. That doesn't stop Brooke as she continues her advance with haste. Lucas turns and runs towards the water with her on his heels.
He's enveloped in a cascade of cool, salty water as he enters the perpetual blue. It washes over his head, plastering his wifebeater to his chest, knocking him under. He resurfaces and regains his footing, wiping water away from his face. He can taste the acrid liquid on his tongue, but somehow he doesn't register it. To him it's sweeter than wine with her here.
He is surrounded by another cold blast as the clear, fluid substance bathes him. He grasps her wrists as she attempts to carefully wade in. "Come on, you need to get cleaned up anyway," Lucas smiles dastardly. He hefts her around the waist and hurls her farther into the tide, the splash bursting about them. She comes up for air and throws her head back, wet hair flying about behind her.
Her hand attempts to wipe the dripping mascara from her face and she approaches him seductively; her eyes are alluring and locked on his as her hands ride across his shoulders. Her face changes however, as she laughs equally as vexingly and pulls her still partially-dirty shirt over his head. His face is stuffed in between her cleavage. Her skin smells fresh and minty despite the prominent odor of bird feces. Then he realizes just what exactly is on her shirt and he jumps out from her embrace.
Brooke cackles as she rips her shirt over her head, revealing her perky breasts as they float atop the water. She hurls the wet shirt to the shore, as it washes up onto the sand.
"Well, now that you're clean. . ." Lucas smirks as he swims towards her. She wraps her arms around his neck as he picks her up in his arms. His hold is strong and stable as they mold together, the sun shining down on their wet bodies. Their faces fit together like a jigsaw puzzle as they kiss, their heads bobbing in a beautiful motion together. His fingers caress her wet hair as she bends her head back and he nibbles on her neck and softly kisses in between her boobs.
Her hands hold his head to her breast, his clasping her back as another surge gushes over them. Water plummets down their tight bodies in rivulets as they kiss again, dancing about like dolphins in the surf.
Lucas releases Brooke and swims farther out. He sends a small splash her way, but she avoids it as she submerges. Immediately after, he feels a tug on his ankle and then he's under water too. It's like crystal all around him, and he feels the soft white sand under his feet. She swims towards him, her auburn hair billowing out like a fan behind her as she kicks, propelling herself forward like a mermaid.
She grabs his arms and he pulls her in. Her lips brush his and her tresses surround them as he pulls her in closer, opening his mouth to hers. He guides her face against his with his hand, her legs wrapped about him as they tumble to and fro in the tide. He kisses her neck tenderly and then softly pecks her lips.
They resurface and he holds here there as the water rocks them; she lays her head on his damp shoulder and stares at the clear, sapphire sky. The sun is nestled high in the clouds, its regal glean shining down to Earth below.
The white sand is wet under their feet when they return to the shoreline. The picnic basket and a few towels are spread out on the sandy ground, a patch of grass behind them as they sit and gorge on peanut butter and jelly.
"Breakfast of champions," Lucas grins, peanut butter stuck in his teeth.
"You are such a dork," Brooke laughs as she crawls forward and wraps her hand around the side of his neck. "But a very, very sexy one." She French- kisses him softly, her tongue dealing with the excess peanut butter problem.
"I didn't realize that peanut butter had such an effect on you," Lucas deduces, taking another bite. "What else do you have in there?" he asks.
"Oh, just the usual-some chips, beer, etcetera," she smiles.
"Brooke Davis, always the boozer."
"Oh shut up." Yet, the alcohol remains untouched as she crawls into his arms again. "Well, Mr. Scott, I was under the impression that the combination of you, me, and fun in the sun would lead to a delightful lunch, some delectable foreplay, and then-"
"And then what," Lucas beams smugly.
"I think you know what I'm hinting at, big daddy," Brooke speaks huskily, her fingers walking up the ridge of his abdomen and chest.
Lucas lays his back on the towel beneath him and pulls Brooke down on top of him. Her face is mere inches from his. Her hair falls down into his face as she is supported by her arms and he tucks it behind her ear. He places his hand on her chin, his thumb delicately rubbing her soft cheek.
Suddenly Brooke looks away and returns to a sitting position.
"Brooke, what's wrong?" Lucas inquires, his hand resting on her shoulder. He turns her around to see tears in her eyes.
"Lucas, I'm so sorry."
"What are you sorry for?"
"For pressuring you to do this."
"No-no Brooke, you're not pressuring me at all. I want this-I really, really do, and I want it with you."
"Luke, you're the first guy that I've ever really wanted something more from. I don't know what the hell you're doing to me!" Brooke beams as she swipes at a tear.
"Aw, Brooke." Lucas scrutinizes her, studying her with a passion and sensitivity that he can't convey through words. She rests her head on his shoulder and he kisses her forehead. "You may be a lot of things, Brooke, but I see something different-something underneath it all. And it's the most beautiful thing I think I've ever seen."
"Wow-if possible, I think you've garnered even more brownie points than I've ever distributed to anyone else." She kisses his cheek. "That's quite possibly the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."
He reclines against the soft sand again as Brooke drapes the extra towel over the pair. She straddles him as their wet suits land in a heap a few feet away. The sun still blazes far above, drying the dampness from their heaving bodies as their passion erupts like a volcano beneath the blanket.
When it's done, Brooke has collapsed on top of him, her eyes closed as her head rests on his sternum. His breathing is slow and steady, and they just lay there for what seems like hours. She lets him drift off to sleep, her hand tracing his collarbone, his arm wrapped around her protectively.
She studies him as he sleeps-his strong jaw is limp as his mouth hangs open lightly. His eyelids flutter as she shifts, lying beside him as their fingers intertwine. She caresses his cheek with the back of her hand.
Brooke Davis has never adored a man like she does this one.
"I love you, Lucas," she whispers softly as she gently places her head on his shoulder while he slumbers. She stares out at the water, memorizing its easy, graceful movement as it rushes up the shore then is pulled out towards the depths again like a timeless, immaculate dance.
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A Taste of What's to Come-- Lucas and Brooke face the book for ditching school (and indecent exposure!)- -Lucas deals with Keith and has to rely on Brooke and Haley, while Brooke has to decide what's going to become of her friendship with Peyton, especially after things start getting a little crazy around Tree Hill High.