Author- Emily-Grace Mendes (Brookebynature)

Disclaimer- I don't own One Tree Hill, or the characters. I'd be very very rich if I did.

A/N- A big thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter.I didn't get quite so many, so maybe you'll make it up to me this chapter? Hope you enjoy xxx

Just Watch Her Move

Chapter 4- Only One

Her pale lips lingered on his, their bodies pushed close together on the bed. But yet, she couldn't bring herself to kiss him, to kiss a man other than her husband. And right now, she felt dirty, cheap. She was cheating on the man she loved with someone who meant nothing to her. But she knew he'd fallen out of love with her a long time ago, and that there was nothing left for them to try and save.

It was no longer a marriage. They just shared the same house, same bed. Never, back in high school, would Peyton have thought that this was how their relationship would have turned out. Him seeking solace in a bar, her seeking solace in another man. She knew where he went. Okay, so maybe she didn't know the exact bar, but the smell of whisky on his breath when he got home was enough indication that he hadn't been at the office.

Perhaps he'd been cheating on her too, she was hardly the easiest person to live with. But she did love him, and all she wanted was for him to love her back. Maybe it was a lost cause, and this life was easier: one of lies and sneaking around. It beat being home.

Brooke swallowed the pills without a second glance in the mirror. It was a routine she'd lone been accustomed to now, even if it ached her everyday to do it. She knew those pills were her life line.

And then she thought back to Lucas, the guy she'd been so used to seeing now. And she wondered whether he knew, whether he'd seen through it. Obviously she was happy, there was no denying that. But at the back of her mind, she was always telling herself to live each day as if it were her last. It could be.

She hadn't been this intrigued by a guy before, and she knew it was wrong, especially with the fact that he was married. But he didn't seem to be happy, and if she could relieve him of that depression from time to time, then surely it was better than ignoring his presence.

Brooke had actually started to wonder now, whether he would be at the club tonight, waiting for her as he had the night before. She loved to dance at the best of times, but now, knowing that he was watching her every move made it all that more exciting. Besides, he could dance well too. And watching him in that shirt while everyone else around them was in casual clothing was somewhat of a turn on. She liked that he was different, and that he was interested in her. Brooke could be interesting, and she knew how to make him want to know more.

All through high school, she'd been the girl that everyone wanted to be with. She'd been head cheerleader, social chair, object of almost every guy's affections. But that wasn't her passion. It was dance. And every night after practise, she'd make her way in the powder blue beetle her absentee parents gave her, to the dance studio. That's where she let everything go. Nothing mattered once she hit that dance floor: the drama of dating, the pressure of being the person everyone knew and wanted to be, and the fact that her parents weren't around.

But in sophomore year at high school, her dad's company went bust, and he couldn't afford to pay for her dance class. So she quit, and she regretted every minute of it. She'd lie in bed, and look at the leg warmers she had in almost every colour and cry, because that's what dancing meant to her.

Winning that college scholarship meant everything, because going to Julliard was the best three years of her life. And that got her the job where she worked now. So what if people saw her as just a barmaid? Brooke could dance to the music she loved while getting paid. And if that wasn't her dream job, she had no idea of what was.

Every night she had off work made miss the place. And she wondered, that if one day she didn't wake up, she would still remember that place with its heavy beats and shiny metal bar. She wondered if she would still remember Lucas in her dreams, or whether she'd be able to look down on him from her place in the sky, and see him sitting with that familiar glass of scotch in his hand while he watched someone else dance, loving it just as much as she did.

His fingers scanned the address book and not one name was Susie Westridge. Lucas didn't even know why he was mad. So Peyton had lied to him, it wasn't like he wasn't doing the same thing.

Maybe his lying was worse, because as well as lying to Peyton, he'd done it to himself too. He tried to tell himself that he was still in love with Peyton, that he still wanted to spend time together. But the truth was, he was falling in love, not with her, but with a beautiful dancer he'd only known for a few days.

Brooke was all he could think about, and yet, he knew nothing about her. She knew everything about him that he didn't want to admit, but surprisingly, he liked that. It made him feel more confident, like he had something to loose. But he wasn't going to loose it. Not now.

She was there by the time he'd showered and driven to the club, his Mercedes parked haphazardly in the parking lot once again. And just as that smile appeared on her face, as too, did one on Lucas', his blue eyes finding a path to the bar where she stood, glass at the ready, scotch on the counter.

"You're expecting me now huh?" He sat down in front of her, receiving a shrug but she couldn't hide that smile from him, and she didn't want to.

"You've been requesting the same drink the past four nights. You've sat in the same place and you've arrived at the same time."

"And?"

"And" she leant a little closer handing him the scotch. "You want to talk to me."

"Didn't your parents ever teach you that it's not good to be big headed?" Lucas asked, swirling the brown liquid around in the glass, yet never drinking it. Staring at it while the words he spoke to Brooke came out of his mouth seemed to give him confidence.

"My parents didn't teach me much." She told him, a smirk across her face as she watched him stare into his drink. "But I did learn something from them."

"And what's that?" Lucas asked, his blue eyes finally locking with her hazel ones as he gave her a small smile, waiting for her answer.

"That you should get what you want."

"What is it you want?" He moved closer still, close enough so that he knew she could feel his warm breath on her neck as he spoke.

"I want to dance." Brooke told him, snapping up from her position, placing the bottle of scotch back in it's place among the large assortment of other liquor, creating an interesting display behind the shiny metal bar. "With you"

Lucas let a smile break out across his face as the woman that intrigued him so much finally admitted that she wanted to know him more.

"If I do this for you." he started, but stopped when he saw Brooke roll her eyes.

"Please" she lowered her voice so that the main raspy tones rang through his ears. "You know you want to dance with me."

"If I do this for you" he started again, giving her a knowing smile "I want you to do something for me."

"And what would that be?"

"I want you to tell me about yourself. I want you to tell me a secret."

"You got a deal" She held out her hand, and he took it, tracing his fingers along her life line. His voice hitched in his throat as he felt shivers go down his spine, shivers that he hadn't felt in so long. A feeling that he missed.

"Deal"

She let him lead her to the middle of the dance floor, almost the same place where they'd been last time. It was hotter there, people seemed to pack together more tightly as the music blared out across the club. And when Lucas snaked his hands around Brooke's waist, with hers draped casually over his shoulder, it got even hotter.

She turned around this time, allowing Lucas to rest his hands on her hips, at the spot just where a little skin was showing, but enough to cause her senses to go into overdrive, especially when all she could do was feel the beat of the music and his hands on her, her own breathing becoming heightened and increasingly ragged.

Lucas moved closer, just so that the silky material of her skirt was brushing against his legs, lightly at first, but harder as she ground into him, her ass creating friction which proved to be almost to much, especially when Brooke turned her head around so he could see her eyes sparkling, letting him know just how much she was enjoying it.

The song ended and Brooke turned back around again, making sure that her body was close enough to Lucas' so that she could feel the heat radiating off him as she let out a shaky, uneven breath. A breath which he'd taken out of her.

"You're a pretty good dancer." Brooke told him, their foreheads inching closer and closer by the second.

"Just pretty good?"

"Well you don't want to get too big headed now do you?" She cocked her perfectly plucked eyebrow at him, her lips curving into a dimpled smile. "It's not an attractive quality."

He half expected her to choose this moment to walk away, she had a habit of doing that, letting him wonder more about her. But she didn't, she stayed exactly where she was, hardly batting an eyelid when he said horsely

"So now it's your turn to do something for me."

Brooke led Lucas back to the bar, the place where they were always so comfortable talking to each other, yet the huge expanse of metal could still act as a barrier, giving them both something to hide behind if they needed to.

"Pick a question wisely" she told him with a smirk. "You only get one."

Only one question, and there was so much he wanted to know. He only knew her by her first name, but then, she only knew him by his first name. He wanted to know why she was so mysterious, and why she could make him powerless. Then Lucas cast his mind back to what Brandon had said the previous night, about him being one of her doctors. But he had only one question. Only one sentence he could ask to try and figure her out.

"Tell me a secret."

"I don't…." she started to tell him, but he cut her off, a smirk now forming on his own face, the blue in his eyes becoming brighter, more intense.

"Everyone has secrets."

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