I figured I've got the M rating, so I'll try my hand at the steamier writing! Thanks again for everyone who is reading this and reviewing. The story is taking a different direction than I originally thought, but then I just get these ideas that won't go away. So anyway! Enjoy!
Ch. 5
Pain, the sweet, exquisite painful sensation of Brooke's nails digging into Julian's chest is how he knew he was awake and actually making love to Brooke. This was not a dream, it wasn't her face or body he was picturing while with another, but he was actually with Brooke Davis. It was nearly impossible for him not to get distracted by her mesmerizing beauty as he was able to lay back and watch her on top of him. Fortunately for him Brooke was too far along in her quest for an orgasm, she didn't notice that he had stopped matching her rhythm. Julian ran his hands up her thighs, gripping her hips momentarily as he shifted his body beneath her to sit up with his back against her headboard. Brooke's eyes fluttered with surprise and pleasure from the increased depth and pressure she felt with his new position. She moaned loudly as Julian was finally able to kiss her neck and her breasts, Brooke gripped her hands through his wavy hair and softly tugged his head towards hers. Within seconds of Julian's lips touching hers, Brooke collapsed against his chest as she finally felt an explosive release.
Neither moved as the minutes passed, and Brooke's now limp body clung to Julian's with her legs on either side of him, her arms and hands loosely running along his shoulder and neck. Julian was tracing a random pattern along Brooke's back with his fingertips. Neither felt the need to talk and ruin this perfect morning, despite the numerous questions and things that needed to be said.
Brooke was the first to break the reverie by placing a slight kiss on Julian's collarbone and sighed. He lifted her chin to see the open vulnerability of her hazel eyes, and lightly kissed her lips. They both smiled against each others lips as their hands continued to softly explore each other's bodies. Brooke's cell phone broke the heated silence of the room. She reached over to the phone and giggled not only at the caller-id, but also as Julian nipped at her breast and side as she moved away from him.
She leaned on her back when she answered the phone as Julian began to kiss and lick the sweat from her neck down towards her breast. She couldn't help but to shudder at the sensation as she gasped, "Millie?" Julian looked up at her and gave her a grin full of teasing mischief as he continued to lick and kiss his way down her body. Millie was oblivious to the increasing pleasure Brooke was experiencing as she apologized profusely for abandoning her the previous evening in between updating Brooke on the day's schedule. Once Julian reached between her thighs with his tongue, Brooke gasped for air and moaned. "Brooke?! Are you ok?" Millie's voice was filled with concern and worry. Brooke managed to tell Millie between heaving breaths, "Millie don't worry. All is forgiven… you're getting a raise." Brooke nearly shrieked as she felt the brush of Julian's teeth at the top of her inner thigh, "Millie, you're going to need to cancel my meetings for the day." Brooke closed her phone and turned it off without waiting to hear Millie's response.
Millie looked at the phone and heard the buzzing from the disconnected line. Definitely, not the reaction I was expecting! She happily purchased her morning latte and was already mentally spending her newly acquired raise as she sat down to check the morning's email. Damn! She suddenly understood Brooke's unexpected happy mood when she saw the pictures on the gossip site of Brooke and Julian entering her apartment building from last night. Shaking her head, Millie began contacting Brooke's appointments to reschedule later in the week.
Brooke was still amazed at Julian's physical transformation over the past nine years. She watched him retrieve milk from her refrigerator and appreciated the long, sinewy muscles of his arms and legs. Her eyes traveled down his broad shoulders to the lean waist, and grinned happily at the sight of his snug, black boxer-briefs. Now this would make an excellent milk commercial… it kicks the stupid milk moustache's ass! Brooke thought as she watched Julian gulp from the carton.
Julian grinned over at Brooke, impressed that her beauty had only increased over the years. Her cheek bones were more prominent, and her body was toned but retained her feminine curves. She was breathtaking in her short, silky abstract- printed robe and without any makeup. Her hair was slightly teased in the back, a reminder of their evening and morning activities which caused Julian to grin widely.
The two newly reacquainted friends/lovers were trying to prepare breakfast together and teased each other mercilessly during the process. "Brooke how long have you lived here? You have like a pot… and no skillets?" Brooke shrugged and approached him running her hands along his chest. "When did I ever give you the impression that I was Martha Stewart?"
Julian chuckled and delayed his response to savor the contact between them. "Martha Stewart? Never… but Brooke, seriously…" he motioned around them. Every cabinet door was opened to reveal nothing but a set of wine glasses and funky dinner plates. Julian turned in exasperation, "Brooke, homeless people have more cooking utensils than you do."
Brooke's eyes widened as Julian mocked her bare kitchen and she playfully slapped his chest. Julian laughed as he hugged her close to him and kissed the top of her head. She could feel him shaking his head, feeling the sudden need to defend herself, she quickly challenged him, "Well, what about your place? I bet if we were at your place you wouldn't have a skillet either."
Julian laughed outright at Brooke's argument. "Brooke, my place? Right now, my place is a hotel! They don't exactly stock your room with pots and pans." Brooke smiled in victory, "See… I'm right! Don't judge me," she warned him with a tilted head and a pointed finger.
"Never… but Brooke, I'm starving and you have bottled water and alcohol."
Brooke scooted to her fridge and corrected Julian, "And milk!" she cried triumphantly only to be defeated by Julian holding the carton upside down. "Nope," replied with a smug smile. "Brooke, do you even own any food?" Brooke stomped to an unopened cabinet and showed a couple of boxes of various cereals. "Ta dah!" she proudly proclaimed.
"Great, I'm dating freaking Jerry Seinfeld." Julian rolled his eyes at the cereal boxes and laughed. Brooke's smile momentarily froze as she instantly began to analyze his words. Dating?! What does he mean by dating? There were so many implications with dating and Brooke was confused because she felt immersed in an unsolvable conflict. Her feelings and past with Julian made it seem that they were more than simply dating. On the other hand, they had only just had their first date, hell, technically they were still on their first date!
Julian could sense her uneasiness with labeling whatever it was they were doing and he silently cursed her parents, Lucas, Peyton, fuck the mailman, anyone who didn't show her respect, treasure her trust, but merely took advantage of her to the point she couldn't handle the simple commitment of dating. He gently grasped Brooke's arms and gave her a little shake, and a concerned look. "No, no Baby. You've come to far to start seeking the shadows now. Don't over analyze every single word I say. We are taking this slow, I'm not asking you to marry me." He paused and then said "yet" with an exaggerated teasing tone. Brooke laughed as he hugged her tightly against his chest, "You finally remembered me! I'm not leaving you."
But neither knew if this statement was true. Julian was in New York temporarily for work. Movies only last for so long and then it is time to move to the next location, which was one of the reasons he loved his job so much. Brooke knew that there would come a day and Julian would leave, she wouldn't be enough to keep him. Truthfully, she wanted Julian to leave; it was easier – less complicated. But deeper down in her heart, she wanted to be selfish and beg him to stay with her to finally be the reason someone altered their entire existence, she wanted to be that intoxicating, that powerful.
In an attempt to avoid labeling what they were doing and to slow things down, Julian kissed Brooke's head and suggested they go out for breakfast. Julian began searching for his clothing from the night before while Brooke examined her closet. She finally decided on a simple outfit of her perfect-fit jeans with a bohemian inspired halter top. She quickly applied mascara and lip gloss instead of her usual full glamazon look. Rejoining Julian near the door she made a different suggestion for food. "It is more like lunch time than breakfast. Why don't we head to Chinatown for some dim sum?"
Julian enthusiastically agreed and then smirked, "Hey, do you think we'll get the Cash Cab again?" Brooke threw her head back laughing then gave an exaggerated pout, "I'm still pissed you didn't let us play!" Julian intertwined his fingers with Brooke's and leaned down to kiss her on the lips to apologize as they walked through her lobby and out the front door of her building.
And that is the position Brooke and Julian found themselves in front of a horde of screaming paparazzi. Temporarily blinded by the flashes and the sea of camera lens, Brooke let go of Julian's hand to shield her eyes. Julian watched helplessly as Brooke was practically swallowed by the photographers, each shouting different questions or insults to both of them. Julian tried to reach for her but was getting pushed further away by a separate group of photographers who were asking him crude questions about their sex life, trying to push him to the brink of physical retaliation. This technique had simply amused him before, but today he dangerously close to giving them a money shot. Julian tried to get Brooke's attention by shouting about the crowd, but it was impossible for her to hear him over the shutters, clicks, and yelling paparazzi. He finally did the only thing he knew to do and that was retreat back to the lobby and ask the doorman to call Brooke's driver.
Brooke was scared. It was unusual to be greeted by an occasional photographer outside her building in the mornings, waiting in vain to get a picture of the famous designer looking less than fabulous or without make-up. However, she had never had the tabloid frenzy pounce on her so quickly and was unsure what to do. Completely overwhelmed she tried to make her way back to Julian, but it was impossible to see where she was going or what direction she was actually turned. Brooke feebly cried out for Julian, but she knew he would never be able to hear him over the noise. She couldn't help but begin to cry which only seemed to emboldened the photographers. She hated the fact that she was giving them exactly what they wanted, but she was unable to stop the tears.
She continued to move forward, hoping to be able to make it to the street or to be able to move out of their grasp. Finally, there was an opening in the line of bodies and she could see the city street before her. Brooke lunged for that open space, trying to reach her freedom from the clawing hands and flashing lights. Losing her balance as she realized she had stepped off of the curb, she attempted to right herself when she heard screeching tires in addition to frantic screaming then she felt an unbearable painful impact on her right side. She closed her eyes tightly and felt the strange sensation of flying before she crashed into the pavement with a sickening thud. Then everything was simply cold and dark, and then thankfully, nothing at all.
** Sorry for the accident with Brooke, but I was thinking about the guy in New York who got clipped by a taxi recently as he was trying to escape his fans… and so that's where we are with Brooke.