~*~Thanks for all the great reviews guys! I truly do appreciate them. Now
– I have to warn you. This chapter gets somewhat graphic, but it's done
tastefully. I just think Brooke and Lucas deserved some semblance of
intimacy before the explosive moments that are going to take place in the
too-near future. As always – read, enjoy, and leave me love, yo!
Peace.~*~
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The wind whips about with a vengeance, the salty breeze burning her nostrils as she maneuvers through the cool waters. It is dark, like a sea of ebony liquid, but the sky is full of bright starlight gleaming from above. The moon continues to shine, casting a luminescent glow on her face. Brooke Davis almost looks like a porcelain doll as the silvery gleam cascades down her bare shoulders, the water lapping at her neck.
He winks at her, swimming away slowly. His toes can touch the sandy bottom no longer, so he stops, daring not to move any further out. She swims out to him, her arms grasping his naked body and pulling her closer to him. She wraps her lithe body around him, her flesh alive with goose bumps in the chilly night air. She shivers, her lips enticingly close to his, her breath warm upon his face.
He manages to stand on his tip-toes, digging his big toe into the soft sand beneath the surface of the water to keep them afloat. Her graceful fingers caress his face, tracing his jaw line.
"You look nice when you're clean-shaven, boyfriend," she whispers softly.
"My face is cold."
"Oh? Well, I guess I'll just have to warm it up for you." She kisses his neck, then his jaw, nibbling at his chin. Her luscious lips travel to his cheeks, her fingers entwining themselves in his wet hair. She kisses him softly, a lingering kiss that he tastes upon his lips long after she's gone.
The wind continues to howl, the water getting rougher when the pair decides to leave. Raindrops begin falling as Brooke climbs the ladder onto the pier and picks up her discarded clothes. She carries Lucas' too as a flash of lighting bursts across the dark sky, a thunderous clap not far behind. She runs down the wooden planking quickly as the raining intensifies and soon she's freshly soaked again.
She feels his cool hands on her back as she opens the door and steps inside. It's warm and smells nice inside and she stands there next to him rubbing her shoulders to keep from shivering.
She catches a look at a very distinct feature of her boyfriend's anatomy and begins laughing. He glances down and immediately blushes.
"I'm freezing my ass off – It's... It's..."
"Yea – whatever!" Brooke hands him a dry towel and they both wrap it around their bodies.
Brooke walks into the kitchen while Lucas goes into the small sitting area and clicks the television off. Nathan and Haley are fast-asleep, Nathan's arms enveloping Lucas' best friend protectively as her head rises on Nathan's chest with every breath the other Scott brother takes.
Lucas can't help but smile at the expression on both of their faces. He begins to accept Nathan's change – his metamorphosis. But Haley has that tendency, Lucas reminds himself - that rare ability to bring out the best in everyone.
Lucas grabs a nearby blanket and throws it over the two. He follows his girlfriend into the kitchen.
Brooke is busy reading a letter left on the stove, but looks over at Lucas.
"Peyton just left to take Tim home," Brooke says. "She doesn't know if she's going to come back."
Lucas looks away. He feels guilty because there is that palpable, tangible awkwardness that exists between him and the girl that he thought he had to have.
Brooke rolls her eyes. "I'm going to take a shower."
Lucas stares after her as she stops and turns to him.
"You coming?"
All worries he has regarding Peyton Sawyer diminish as a gleeful grin forms on his face as he follows Brooke into the master bathroom.
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Brooke pours in the bubbles as the warm water empties into the sunken tub. The Scott's apparently spent a fortune decorating the bathroom, as the Jacuzzi-style tub is built into the very ground. Adjacent, against the wall and next to a potted array of tulips and flowers is a small stereo system.
"I bet Nathan's parents got it on like rabbits in this bathtub," Brooke announces as she beckons to Lucas to turn around as she discards her towel. He doesn't understand her modesty – he's made love to her, been skinny- dipping with her, yet she still desires to leave something to the imagination as opposed to standing nude before him. He may not understand it, but he does appreciate her desire to keep something sacred about her body.
He only turns when she's fully immersed, the bubbles floating around the expansive pool of marble. Lucas dips one foot into the bath, and Brooke rubs it, her hand traversing up his leg, and coming to rest at his sides as he seats himself on the side of the tub. She kisses his hard stomach, her lips almost tickling as he shivers. He leans back, resting his back on the bathroom floor, his legs dipped into the warm liquid.
She continues gently, almost motherly, as she kisses his navel, her hands massaging his nipples. He stares at the ceiling of the room and notices that there is a giant skylight – allowing the lunar light from above and the soft patter of raindrops to add a seemingly intense, sensual mood to the atmosphere. The lights turn off slowly as the stereo next to the tub jumps to life. The soothing sounds of Coldplay's Clocks meets Lucas' ears as Brooke's trail of kisses travels lower until she's reached his nether regions.
He moans softly as she incites ecstasy like he's never experienced before – a moment of beautiful, powerful, electrifying passion that seems to make Lucas feel as if he'll explode if he doesn't contain what he's feeling.
But alas, he can't contain it. Lucas reaches the brink and gives in – allowing himself to fall perpetually in an endless sky of blue – everything is foggy and he finds it hard to move as his hand reaches her out, just to make sure she's there – just to make sure she hasn't left him.
"I'm here, Lucas. I'm here," she says as she takes his hand and guides him into the water next to her. Brooke takes his head and places it on her breast as she leans back into the cold marble of the tub; his breathing is heavy against her neck as he shivers despite the heat.
She kisses his forehead as he looks up at her, his deep blue eyes heavy and ripping through the darkness like a knife. Brooke kisses his lips tenderly as they maneuver themselves to a position where he can enter her easiest.
She's since shown him how to do this – each time improving. Lucas is finicky at first, but he's a fast learner. When it's over, they're gasping for air as they collapse against the marble again. Brooke reaches over and turns down the music before she crawls into his lap.
"I wonder if Peyton's going to come back," Lucas says after a period of short silence.
Brooke pauses then looks up at him. "We just did it...and you're thinking about her?" She stops, her fingers walking up his chest. "I doubt she's going to – why do you care?"
"I don't know. I guess I just feel bad, you know?"
"What could you possibly feel bad about?" Brooke inquires, the jets humming softly beside her, spilling even more bubbles into the water.
"I just feel bad – that's all."
"Sure." Brooke sits up in the water, leaning back against the other side of the tub. "What happened with the two of you?"
"Nothing happened, Brooke. I had feelings for her, sure, but then you came along and I saw a side of you that I had never seen before – and that I have to say was pretty unexpected." He stops, licking his lips and taking a breath. "And then I was hooked."
Brooke smiles softly. "Nice save, gorgeous."
She crawls back into his lap and they begin to kiss again.
Suddenly the lights are on and the door swings wide open. Brooke and Lucas both curse as they jump off of each other, startled like two deer caught in the headlights.
"Ok – normally I'd apologize for walking in during your little intimate, bubbly encounter but something really, really bad has happened."
A sleepy-eyed, ruffle-haired Haley stands in the doorway, framed a golden light – almost in an angelic fashion. But Lucas has a terrible gut feeling that she's a harbinger of bad news.
"What is it, Hales?" Lucas asks.
"Peyton and Tim," Haley whispers.
Brooke's eyes dart to the skylight overhead – the rain falling, the lightning flashing, the thunder rolling, and her heart rises in her throat.
"Oh god" are the only words she can verbalize as dark omens fester in her thoughts.
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Next time on S.E. – Peyton and Tim...
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The wind whips about with a vengeance, the salty breeze burning her nostrils as she maneuvers through the cool waters. It is dark, like a sea of ebony liquid, but the sky is full of bright starlight gleaming from above. The moon continues to shine, casting a luminescent glow on her face. Brooke Davis almost looks like a porcelain doll as the silvery gleam cascades down her bare shoulders, the water lapping at her neck.
He winks at her, swimming away slowly. His toes can touch the sandy bottom no longer, so he stops, daring not to move any further out. She swims out to him, her arms grasping his naked body and pulling her closer to him. She wraps her lithe body around him, her flesh alive with goose bumps in the chilly night air. She shivers, her lips enticingly close to his, her breath warm upon his face.
He manages to stand on his tip-toes, digging his big toe into the soft sand beneath the surface of the water to keep them afloat. Her graceful fingers caress his face, tracing his jaw line.
"You look nice when you're clean-shaven, boyfriend," she whispers softly.
"My face is cold."
"Oh? Well, I guess I'll just have to warm it up for you." She kisses his neck, then his jaw, nibbling at his chin. Her luscious lips travel to his cheeks, her fingers entwining themselves in his wet hair. She kisses him softly, a lingering kiss that he tastes upon his lips long after she's gone.
The wind continues to howl, the water getting rougher when the pair decides to leave. Raindrops begin falling as Brooke climbs the ladder onto the pier and picks up her discarded clothes. She carries Lucas' too as a flash of lighting bursts across the dark sky, a thunderous clap not far behind. She runs down the wooden planking quickly as the raining intensifies and soon she's freshly soaked again.
She feels his cool hands on her back as she opens the door and steps inside. It's warm and smells nice inside and she stands there next to him rubbing her shoulders to keep from shivering.
She catches a look at a very distinct feature of her boyfriend's anatomy and begins laughing. He glances down and immediately blushes.
"I'm freezing my ass off – It's... It's..."
"Yea – whatever!" Brooke hands him a dry towel and they both wrap it around their bodies.
Brooke walks into the kitchen while Lucas goes into the small sitting area and clicks the television off. Nathan and Haley are fast-asleep, Nathan's arms enveloping Lucas' best friend protectively as her head rises on Nathan's chest with every breath the other Scott brother takes.
Lucas can't help but smile at the expression on both of their faces. He begins to accept Nathan's change – his metamorphosis. But Haley has that tendency, Lucas reminds himself - that rare ability to bring out the best in everyone.
Lucas grabs a nearby blanket and throws it over the two. He follows his girlfriend into the kitchen.
Brooke is busy reading a letter left on the stove, but looks over at Lucas.
"Peyton just left to take Tim home," Brooke says. "She doesn't know if she's going to come back."
Lucas looks away. He feels guilty because there is that palpable, tangible awkwardness that exists between him and the girl that he thought he had to have.
Brooke rolls her eyes. "I'm going to take a shower."
Lucas stares after her as she stops and turns to him.
"You coming?"
All worries he has regarding Peyton Sawyer diminish as a gleeful grin forms on his face as he follows Brooke into the master bathroom.
**********
Brooke pours in the bubbles as the warm water empties into the sunken tub. The Scott's apparently spent a fortune decorating the bathroom, as the Jacuzzi-style tub is built into the very ground. Adjacent, against the wall and next to a potted array of tulips and flowers is a small stereo system.
"I bet Nathan's parents got it on like rabbits in this bathtub," Brooke announces as she beckons to Lucas to turn around as she discards her towel. He doesn't understand her modesty – he's made love to her, been skinny- dipping with her, yet she still desires to leave something to the imagination as opposed to standing nude before him. He may not understand it, but he does appreciate her desire to keep something sacred about her body.
He only turns when she's fully immersed, the bubbles floating around the expansive pool of marble. Lucas dips one foot into the bath, and Brooke rubs it, her hand traversing up his leg, and coming to rest at his sides as he seats himself on the side of the tub. She kisses his hard stomach, her lips almost tickling as he shivers. He leans back, resting his back on the bathroom floor, his legs dipped into the warm liquid.
She continues gently, almost motherly, as she kisses his navel, her hands massaging his nipples. He stares at the ceiling of the room and notices that there is a giant skylight – allowing the lunar light from above and the soft patter of raindrops to add a seemingly intense, sensual mood to the atmosphere. The lights turn off slowly as the stereo next to the tub jumps to life. The soothing sounds of Coldplay's Clocks meets Lucas' ears as Brooke's trail of kisses travels lower until she's reached his nether regions.
He moans softly as she incites ecstasy like he's never experienced before – a moment of beautiful, powerful, electrifying passion that seems to make Lucas feel as if he'll explode if he doesn't contain what he's feeling.
But alas, he can't contain it. Lucas reaches the brink and gives in – allowing himself to fall perpetually in an endless sky of blue – everything is foggy and he finds it hard to move as his hand reaches her out, just to make sure she's there – just to make sure she hasn't left him.
"I'm here, Lucas. I'm here," she says as she takes his hand and guides him into the water next to her. Brooke takes his head and places it on her breast as she leans back into the cold marble of the tub; his breathing is heavy against her neck as he shivers despite the heat.
She kisses his forehead as he looks up at her, his deep blue eyes heavy and ripping through the darkness like a knife. Brooke kisses his lips tenderly as they maneuver themselves to a position where he can enter her easiest.
She's since shown him how to do this – each time improving. Lucas is finicky at first, but he's a fast learner. When it's over, they're gasping for air as they collapse against the marble again. Brooke reaches over and turns down the music before she crawls into his lap.
"I wonder if Peyton's going to come back," Lucas says after a period of short silence.
Brooke pauses then looks up at him. "We just did it...and you're thinking about her?" She stops, her fingers walking up his chest. "I doubt she's going to – why do you care?"
"I don't know. I guess I just feel bad, you know?"
"What could you possibly feel bad about?" Brooke inquires, the jets humming softly beside her, spilling even more bubbles into the water.
"I just feel bad – that's all."
"Sure." Brooke sits up in the water, leaning back against the other side of the tub. "What happened with the two of you?"
"Nothing happened, Brooke. I had feelings for her, sure, but then you came along and I saw a side of you that I had never seen before – and that I have to say was pretty unexpected." He stops, licking his lips and taking a breath. "And then I was hooked."
Brooke smiles softly. "Nice save, gorgeous."
She crawls back into his lap and they begin to kiss again.
Suddenly the lights are on and the door swings wide open. Brooke and Lucas both curse as they jump off of each other, startled like two deer caught in the headlights.
"Ok – normally I'd apologize for walking in during your little intimate, bubbly encounter but something really, really bad has happened."
A sleepy-eyed, ruffle-haired Haley stands in the doorway, framed a golden light – almost in an angelic fashion. But Lucas has a terrible gut feeling that she's a harbinger of bad news.
"What is it, Hales?" Lucas asks.
"Peyton and Tim," Haley whispers.
Brooke's eyes dart to the skylight overhead – the rain falling, the lightning flashing, the thunder rolling, and her heart rises in her throat.
"Oh god" are the only words she can verbalize as dark omens fester in her thoughts.
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Next time on S.E. – Peyton and Tim...