Author's Note: Flashback sequences written in Italics...

Thanks to all the reviews I received on the last few chapters. I hate when I have to turn on the "bitch switch" especially for the majority of you who have been so wonderful and understanding since the beginning of this story. Let's not let a few bad apples spoil the whole bunch. Thanks guys. You are amazing...

Please use caution before readinf this chapter. It does contain adult content. So if you don't understand it, if you're not comfortable with it, or you simply don't want to read it...then don't. You have been warned so I don't want to hear about it later if you get offended!

It had been an unreal few months. Harmony was walking and starting to talk, Brooke was at tremendous peace with everything in her life and she and Lucas had been getting along better than ever. Just like the movie, it was as if they had gone on 50 first dates, relishing the time spent getting to know each other all over again. It was bliss but Brooke had no idea how long it would last or what was in store for their future. Time was winding down in Malibu and the aftermath hadn't even been discussed yet.

She snuggled on the couch under a blanket reading the latest edition of In Style magazine. Lucas had taken Harmony and Pete, the dog, outside earlier for play on the beach giving Brooke some alone time. She hadn't even noticed the sudden chill filling the house as her family returned.

"It looks like a nasty storm is brewing", Lucas said as he closed the door and put down his daughter. "I can almost smell the rain coming."

Brooke looked outside and saw that the bright sun of the earlier day had been replaced with dark clouds and the temperature had indeed dropped causing it too be slightly cooler than normal. Brooke sat on the floor playing with her daughter while Lucas whipped up a pot roast dinner. They ate as the wind blew furiously against the small house and the rain poured, the waves rising higher and higher as they slammed against the shore. After dinner, Harmony fell asleep in her father's arms as the three watched television. The TV began to flicker and seconds later they were in a complete blackout.

"Great", Brooke mumbled. "You put Harmony in her room and I'll go get candles."

They met back in the living room a few minutes later, flashlights in hand, candles lit.

"I wonder how long this will last", she said.

"Who knows? Could be a couple minutes. Could be a couple hours."

"This sucks", Brooke scoffed. "We haven't been in a blackout since Tree Hill. Do you remember that one senior year?"

"How could I forget?" he smiled.

Brooke had been in the foulest of PMS moods. First she had gotten a "D" on her History exam, the battery had died in her car that morning, and of all days when she needed it the most, the school soda machine was completely out of Diet Pepsi. Brooke could have killed someone and she came dangerously close when she ran into Shannon Emerson, her chief rival for the coveted Miss Tree Hill Senior crown. The campaigns, more vicious than any political election, had started and there was Shannon with her merry band of tramps, hanging up "Vote for Shannon" posters all over the Science wing. Brooke had just turned the corner to see Shannon standing atop a small ladder taping the top corners of her poster to the wall. She flipped her long, blonde hair as Lucas approached from the other side.

"Excuse me", she purred sweetly. "I need some help. Could you just hold that bottom left corner in place?"

"Um, I'm kind of late for class…", Lucas protested.

"Oh pretty please. It'll only take a minute."

In typical guy fashion he shrugged and held the bottom corners while she straightened the top.

"Is it even?" she asked, standing on the tip of her toes, mini skirt rising and not a sign of panties anywhere in sight.

Brooke had had it. She marched up and yanked an unsuspecting Lucas by the arm causing the frail ladder to shake underneath Shannon's weight.

"Watch it, Davis! What the hell are you doing?"

"No, Shannon, I think the question is what the hell are you doing?"

"I am just hanging my posters, which doesn't really matter considering I'm going to win this thing hands down. If I were you, I'd go get some beauty sleep because that's the only that's gonna help you."

"Yeah? And if I were you, I'd step the hell back from my boyfriend and while you're at it, go find some underwear, slut."

"What did you call me?" Shannon demanded.

"You heard me", Brooke retorted. "I said you were a slut!"

"Well, isn't that the pot calling the kettle black, you boozy, annoying little tramp."

"Whatever", Brooke said as she and Lucas turned away.

"And by the way Brookie pooh, instead of worrying about me and my underwear, you might want to go and do something about those cheap imitation Gucci shoes."

Brooke dropped her bags and Luke's hand at the same time. Shannon had crossed the line of no return. She could try to steal her crown and her boyfriend. She could even call her names. But nobody, not nobody would ever accuse her, Brooke Davis, of wearing imitation shoes. Screaming, she charged Shannon, spearing her to the ground, landing a series of slaps and punches to the bottled blonde's face and head while adding a little hair pulling for good measure. It had taken Lucas and Whitey to pull Brooke off and by the time the fight ended, both girls found themselves in the principal's office with a punishment that consisted of one week's detention and both of them banned from the Miss Tree Hill Senior pageant.

Lucas tried to stifle his smile as he followed behind his girlfriend. She was still going on and about Shannon Emerson and the events that had had happened earlier. She didn't even seem to notice that the sky had darkened considerably and you could almost smell the rain on its way.

"And then…Lucas Scott, are you listening to me?"

"Yes, yes", Lucas lied.

"Fine. What was the last thing I said?"

"Um, the uh…"

"Exactly what I thought", she roared as she stormed off.

There was a huge clap of thunder, followed by a bolt of lightening and the rain began to gush from the heavens. It rained so hard you could barely see in front of you. It just so happened they were near the café and Lucas fumbled with the keys that would guide them to shelter.

"You okay?" he asked when they were inside.

Both were drenched and shivering and Lucas cursed when he realized the electricity was out.

"I'm not talking to you", she pouted.

"Why? What did I do?"

"You started this. If you hadn't help that witch…"

"Brooke, it was just a stupid poster."

"That stupid poster and that stupid witch and you with your stupid good Samaritan ways just cost me my crown."

"Brooke!"

"Leave me alone!"

He knew it was no use when she got like this. Sighing he wandered around looking for a towel to dry off with. His mother was home sick with the flu and Deb had been left in charge of the café. Lucas noticed for the first time and found it weird that it had been closed down even before the dinner rush. There wasn't a soul in sight and no towel either but a smile came to Luke's mouth as an idea crept into his head. He grabbed the aluminum foil and decided to get creative. Holding his project behind his back, he found Brooke still sulking in the spot which he had previously left her.

"Brooke…"

"Sorry Boyfriend, I am not hearing you now."

"I got something for you."

Her eyebrow raised. The notion of possible presents always peaked her interest.

"Maybe it isn't as good as the real one but to me you'll always be Miss Tree Hill Senior so I made you this…"

He handed her a princess crown he had made out of the aluminum foil. She couldn't help but smile as he placed it on her head. It was a little large and slightly lopsided but it would do.

"You made this for me, Broody?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry if it's my fault that you don't get to wear the real one."

"Who cares about that?" she smiled. "This one is better."

"You're a good liar", he joked.

"No, I'm serious, Broody. I like this one better because it comes from you."

She placed a tender kiss on his lips, one that soon grew more passionate. Clothes began to shed and soon they were going at it on the storeroom floor. They were so wrapped up in each other (literally) that they didn't notice the key turn in the front door or the footsteps headed toward them. All they did notice were the two shrill screams of Deb and Haley, boxes in hand as they shined their flashlights toward the shelves but instead saw two bare asses in the air and Brooke with an oversized aluminum foil crown on her head.

"You know, I'm still mad at you for costing me my Senior title", Brooke teased.

"And I'm still mad at you for getting me caught with my pants down", Lucas joked right back. "I still can't face Deb and Hales sometimes."

They both shared a laugh.

"We've had some fun times, Luke."

"Yeah we have."

"I miss it. I mean, I'm glad we're hanging out again but I really miss what we shared. Every cool and funny and wonderful memory I have, it's like you're always a part in it."

"I know", he said softly as he stared at her.

"What?" she asked.

Even in the candlelight she could see those intense blue eyes bearing a hole right through her.

"I'm just…"

"Just what?"

"I don't know. I'm just thinking about how I really want to kiss you right about now."

He sounded like a little boy.

"Really? Well that's funny because I'm sitting here thinking about how much I really want you to kiss me right about now."

Both giggled at the cheesiness of it all but they couldn't fight the feelings between them. Lucas stroked the softness of her cheek and leaned in slowly. He captured her soft lips and reveled in the sweetness of their kiss.

"How was that?" he asked.

"More beautiful than I remember", she sighed.

They kissed again and their arms wrapped around each other. It felt good to be like that again and Brooke whimpered as Luke's tongue traced an outline around her ear.

"I can't deny it any longer", he breathed. "You have to know by now how much I want you."

"I want you, too", she whispered. "When something feels as right as this, why should we deny it?"

He smiled and held her for a while before kissing her again. The passion intensified and he could feel it as her tongue furiously rubbed against every crevice inside his mouth. His love and desire for her was growing by the moment, a growth she could feel in the form of the hardened bulge pulsating against her thigh.

"Lucas", she moaned as he worked his magic lips on her collar bone.

"Yes…"

"I love you", she said.

"I love you, too."

He looked deep in her eyes and repeated over and over again his love for her as he unclasped the buttons of her shirt one by one. He eased it off and slowly planted kisses all over her shoulders. It had been so long and she was amazed by the fire building deep within her, a passion on the verge of eruption.

Her hands trembled as she pulled his shirt over his head. His body was hard, ripped and tanned just like she remembered it. She had to kiss him, put her mouth on his stomach, let her tongue tease the inside of his bellybutton and let her teeth graze his sensitive nipples. Lucas threw his head back and groaned. It was like heaven being with her again. No woman had ever pleased him like that, no woman before had ever known exactly how to touch and taste him.

Lying her down gently on a mass of blankets in front of the roaring fire, Lucas rubbed his palms against the flatness of her belly. She shivered with each touch, dying with want as finally slid his hands up her back and found the two hooks that held her lacy bra together. He unfastened them and the restricting satin material released. He removed it slowly, gasping as he looked at her beautiful breasts, the nipples dark and erect from a mixture of pent up desire and the coolness of the air. His fingertips played with them and she thought she might lose it right there from the most simple of gestures. Then he lowered his head and let his tongue trace wet circles all around the nipple.

"Lucas!" she cried out, desperate for more.

He gave into her passionate yelps and let his mouth envelope her nipples, lightly sucking and nipping just the way she liked it. They knew just how to drive each other crazy and when he had her on the brink, he lowered his head, kissing her belly and making his way south. She eagerly anticipated what was to come and she squirmed beneath him. He kissed the silk of her panties, savoring the scent of her womanhood and the wetness of her center. He hooked his thumbs in the sidelines of her thong and slowly pulled it down. She looked in his eyes, which were glazed over with lust and slowly pulled his head into her most intimate part. Lucas knew what his wife wanted and he willingly gave it to her. Her moans and soft cries egged him on as he gently sucked the sensitive pearl between her legs. He loved licking and tasting her as much as she loved him doing it to her. He could feel her body tense and that was all the incentive he needed to keep going to get her to her release. Finally when she could no longer take it, she came harder than ever before, her body finally satisfied.

But they weren't done. It had been a while, over a year of built up sexual tension and unused energy. There was no time for rest even as Brooke pushed Lucas backward and used her mouth to graciously return the favor he had just done before. She had always been good in that department but he could never remember a time when she had been more passionate and enthusiastic. He ran his fingers through her mane of dark locks, moaning as she wildly flipped her hair long enough to make eye contact and see the pleasure etched on his face. He climaxed hard and with a groan but their insatiable appetite for one another had him at attention once more in no time.

This was it. The grand finale. The moment they had been yearning for. He stroked the softness of her hair and face, the light from the fire and candles casting an angelic type glow on the creaminess of her skin.

"I love you", he breathed. "I want to be inside of you."

"I love you, too", she smiled. "Broody…make love to me."

He needed know further prodding. With one deep thrust, he was buried inside her, both of them gasping at the joyous feeling of initial insertion. Brooke's nails dug into his back as he eased his way in and out of her body, whispering her name over and over again as her wet and snug tunnel fit around him like a nice warm blanket on a cold winter's day. The sex, the thrusts, the passion, the noises, the way their bodies meshed together like a perfect puzzled all made so much sense. They made love for hours and hours, soft, hard, fast, slow in every feasible position until finally their bodies released simultaneously.

"That…that was amazing", he finally whispered.

She smiled as he held her close and she laid her head upon his chest. They were sweaty and breathless, arms and legs everywhere in a mass of entangled sheets and blankets.

"Are you okay? Your heart…it's pounding."

"I'm fine", he smiled in the darkness. "That's the best cardio workout I've had in a long time."

"So…what do we do now?"

"We sleep", he said. "Wasn't this always the best part. Just holding each other afterwards."

She agreed and nestled into his embrace as he kissed her forehead. It had been months in the making but finally they lay wrapped in each other, sleeping peacefully in front of the roaring fire. It had been a long time coming.