"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous."

A few months later, Nathan had adjusted to the idea of me and Lucas being together and living in the same house. He was actually happy for us, which suprised both of us. The two of us actually became close friends. Besides, he and Haley had really hit it off and he spent most of his time at her house. He was really falling for her, and she was crazy about him. When he was sick, she had been by his side and making chicken soup and delievering magazines when she couldn't be there. She was a tutor at school, so Nate's grades had also gone up. He was always smiling. Hell, we all were.

We were all happy.

Peyton and I had become very close in a short time. When I wasn't with Lucas (he wasn't just my boyfriend, but he had become my best friend), I was shopping with Peyton and giggling about girl stuff. Peyton and Jake were still together, and in love. You could see it in their eyes when they talked, or even when they were just near each other. But, some would say the same thing about Lucas and I.

Lucas and I almost always had the house to ourselves, since Nate was always with Haley and Dan and Karen were work-a-holics. He was changing, he had changed, and it was definetly for the better. His personality hadn't changed, he was still sarcastic, and cocky, and funny, and smart, but he didn't treat girls like they were toys anymore. Girls weren't just for sex to him now, they could be friends.

He had finally let his walls fall down, especially for me. We talked about everything. And I had let my walls and my guard down for him.

He had started writing and was determined to have a novel finished by the end of the school year. Sometimes, the two of us would just lay in bed, him typing on his laptop and me reading one of the numerous books he had reccomended. We could just lay there in silence, and it wouldn't be awkward. This week, the book I was reading was "The Winter of Our Discontent" by John Steinbeck. I was a chapter away from finishing it.

"First love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences, gestures, attitudes, a burning phrase with no context"

We were laying in bed on a Sunday afternoon. Lucas had his head against the headboard of his bed and I was laying in the other direction reading the Steinbeck book. He was furiously typing, but every now and then, he'd tickle my foot, which was sitting right next to him, to let me know he was there. I was on my last page, and refused to look up until I finished, no matter how ticklish I was, or how cute he looked working so hard on his writing.

"Done!" I announced a few minutes later slamming the book closed.

"How'd you like it?" he said, looking up from the computer screen.

"How'd I like it or what's it about?" I teased. He always thought I cheated my way through the books that he made me read because I was such a fast reader.

"What was it about?" he smiled at me.

"It's about how a guy loses his intergrity and gives in to temptation," I said as I got on top of him. "And funny thing because, that's exactly what I see you doing with me, right now," I smiled at him seductively, hinting what I wanted to do. Understanding where this was going, he put his laptop down on the nighttable. I leaned in and kissed him softly. I pulled back and let my lips linger on his before he dove foward and kissed me again. He put his hand on my neck to pull me closer.

The kiss became more passionate as I leaned closer and closer to him. A moan escaped his mouth. He ran his hands up my shirt. I felt my stomach twitch as he made his way up to my chest. I pulled back and got off of him. I walked out of the room and turned around to face him on the bed as I reached the doorway. I signaled him to follow me, and in as if he was in a trance, he got up and trailed behind me.

I walked across the hallway to my room. I waited for him at the doorway. When he reached me, he began to kiss my neck. He moved down to my bare shoulder slowly. I pulled him further into the room and kissed him. He pinned me up against a barewall and kissed me. I moved my lips to the spot on his neck that I knew drove him crazy. He moaned softly. I sucked on the spot hoping to leave my mark. When I pulled back, the spot was a dark red. It would become darker by tonight.

I pulled back and began to lift my shirt off slowly, as if to tease him. I saw his eyes light up at the sight of my pink lace bra. He ran his hands from my chest to my back. I arched my back to make room for his hands. He un-hooked my bra with ease and I slipped it off.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I've never been so sure of anything in my life," I said. I was in love.

He kissed me again and pulled back.

"Brooke... I promised myself that next time I had sex, I'd be in love..." he said, wrinkling his forehead.

"W-what?" I said nervously.

"Good thing I'm in love," he smiled at me.

I giggled. "Very funny!" I pulled him in for another kiss.

"I love you, Brooke Davis," he said confidently as he stared into my eyes.

"I love you too, Lucas Scott," I said and kissed him again. I led him to the bed and he got on top of me. I un-buttoned his pants and he shimmied them off as I slowly peeled off my underwear and pants.

We both explored each other, his hands all over my body, mine all over his. I ripped open the condom wrapper with my teeth and eased it onto his rock hard lower-area.

He eased his way down my body to where I needed him to be. He easily slipped two fingers into me, and I moaned in pleasure. I dug my fingers into his back, unable to control myself. He began rubbing slowly, and increased speed. After a few moments of this, he positioned himself over my waist and pulled his fingers out. He slowly slid himself into me and I screamed "Lucas!" in pleasure, sheer bliss.

He moaned and kissed my neck. He began thrusting against me, his hips grinding against mine, both of us moaning, me pulling him closer to me.

"Mmmm, I love you," he muttered into my hair, thrusting into me even harder now. I kissed his neck and he moved his lips onto mine. We kissed intensely, and passionately. He moaned as he pressed his lips against mine. He began thrusting harder.

"Lucas! Keep going!" I moaned. I put my lips to his ear so he could hear my pleasure. I softly moaned, which caused him to thrust harder.

I gasped and arched my back as I reached my orgasm, screaming his name, and following my lead, Lucas did as well.

We both sank back into the pillows on my bed. I curled up next to him.

"If this is what being in love is like, then I don't want a thing to change," I whispered to him. I curled up against him, my hand on his chest, and he kissed my forehead.

Nope, I wouldn't change a thing.

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Well, that's the end of the story! I hope you enjoyed the ending and the story itself! I know it was a little graphic, but I've been reading other stories, and a lot of people want a more "mature" Brucas story instead of the lovey-dovey stuff. I hope you guys don't mind and I hope you liked it! Try and reveiw all of the new chapters though, not just this one! I put up a LOT in the past two days and I want reveiws :( Please review this one:) xoxoxooxx Oh, and a new story will be up within the next few days, so make sure to look out for that!