Author's Notes: Once again there really is no excuse for my absence except my laptop screen cracked and I hate my parents…

Summary: Sex is never just sex. Brooke Davis herself should know this, yet it seems no one ever really learns from their mistakes.

Remember, this story takes place a year after the flashback episode…so this right now would be two years after graduation. Brooke's settling in to her responsible side but not completely.

Disclaimer: One Tree Hill is over, how could I own it?

When We Fall Too Deep

Chapter Two : A Mouthwatering Addiction

"How was work?" Rachel questioned as soon as Brooke came in the door. She discarded of her jacket and bag right at the door and slipped her black stilettos off her feet. She plopped down next to Rachel on the couch.

"Work was work." She replied vaguely. "What'd you do all day?"

"Since you gave me a week off, I've really been doing nothing but getting laid." Rachel said, as if she completely didn't love that she had a week off from work. "But all I really did today was…bake."

She motioned towards the kitchen counter and Brooke turned to look briefly. Once she sees the amount of food on it, she wondered how she didn't notice this at all when she first came in – plus the lovely aroma of cookies filling the apartment.

"You baked all these cookies today?"

"It's not like there's a guy around here 24/7." The redhead shrugged a shoulder, not getting why baking about a hundred cookies in one day was so astonishing. "I was bored. I needed something to occupy my mind."

Brooke went to the kitchen and came back with three cookies in tow. "You know Rach, when I gave you a week off, it didn't mean that I wanted you to spend time getting laid and baking all the time." she took a bite of one cookie and her eyes rolled back in bliss. She'd always resented the redhead for her cooking skills. "I meant for you to do things that make you happy. Things that relax you, like shopping or going to the spa…" she trailed off, her eyebrows raising, hoping the redhead got her point.

Brooke knew Rachel had been working really hard – just getting back from Paris where she walked in two fashion shows and then she had to jet off to Amsterdam to do a photo shoot. And on top of that, she had to fly back to Paris – with Brooke by her side this time – to attend the release party of the new Clothes Over Bros fashion magazine – B. Davis. They stayed there for two weeks to promote it. All in all, Rachel had a busy month.

She even complained all the way to Paris, saying that she could've just stayed there the first time and hung out until the release party. But the dates had gotten screwed up and she ended up having to fly to Paris twice.

Brooke only wanted her to do something more productive. Something that would take her mind off work and anything stressful, which is why she gave her a week off. She wanted her best friend to relax and de-stress.

"It is so hard to take you seriously while trying to eat three cookies at once." Rachel retorted, earning her a playful jab on the shoulder. "And besides, sex does both make me happy and relax me…so does baking. What's the problem?"

Brooke rolled her eyes, figuring the redhead would not get her point even if she spelled it out for her. She narrowed her eyes at all the trays of cookies on the counter. "What are we gonna do with all these cookies?"

"Hand them out to homeless people on the street?" In New York, there were about a dozen homeless men sitting with about five coats on, with signs saying how ashamed they were of themselves, and asking busy New Yorkers as they pass them on the pavement for some spare change. Rachel wiggled her eyebrows at her suggestion, "I'm sure they'd really appreciate that."

Brooke glared at her best friend. "That is totally out of question – Never bring it up again!"

Brooke can never forget the time she gave a homeless man a dollar and he stole her very expensive purse. She had just come to New York and met up with Rachel and they were walking to a local café to stop and rest when she noticed a scruffy man on the sidewalk. He was pleading for some spare change but every single person just walked right by him. She decided to be nice and give him a dollar, even though she heard Rachel warning her not to but she felt pity for this man. And since when did she ever listen to the redhead anyway.

She was digging in her wallet for the money when suddenly he got up, snatched her purse and started sprinting down the sidewalk. She ran after him, only briefly since she was in fact wearing 4-inch high heels. She had to cancel all her credit cards and she never did get that purse back.

Upon hearing Rachel's laughter, she snapped out of her reverie. "Hey!" she protested. "I really liked that purse."

"Brooke, the company made another one especially for you."

"It's still not the same."

Rachel let out a laugh but soon turns serious. "Brooke, you know we have to talk about this little predicament you've found yourself in."

"What did you use to make these cookies again?"

"Deflection doesn't work on me, Slut you know that."

Brooke sighed and turned to face the redhead. "What do you want me to say Rachel?"

Simple. "I want you to promise you won't go see him tonight."

"Fine. I promise."

"We both know you don't mean that." Brooke stayed silent. Rachel's eyes softened and she walked over to Brooke. "It's not easy, but at the same time, it is. Just don't go. You may feel the need to be near him, although he's an ass, but just don't go." she said the last three words slowly but firmly, ensuring the brunette that she's only looking out for her.

Brooke's eyes rose to meet hers and she let out a small smile in thanks to her redheaded friend. A silent understanding passes between them – Brooke appreciating Rachel for being there for her, and Rachel confirming that she's always got her back. They soon avert their attention back to the cookies on the counter.

They started to brainstorm again on what to do with all of them. They both know they can't eat them all themselves and not get sick, so something has to be done. Brooke took another two as she thought of what to do with the rest.

"Well, we could throw a party." Rachel recommended as if it's the most logical thing to do.

"On a Wednesday?" Brooke furrowed her eyebrows, "…and have cookies as the only thing to eat?"

"Cookies and beer."

Brooke kinked an eyebrow. "Cookies and vodka." she suggested.

"Even better."

Surprisingly, Rachel knew a lot of people in New York…actually it wasn't so surprising to the brunette. She honesty didn't want to know what the redhead did to get this many people here on a Wednesday. But she was in fact surprised that this many people didn't have loads of crap to do. It was Wednesday for pete's sake! Work was tomorrow, yet over a hundred people were in their apartment – one hand holding a cup of beer, and the other hand holding one or two cookies.

Their apartment was filled up in no time as Rachel made all the calls and Brooke moved all the furniture to the side. She was not getting that messed up.

"Rachel it's Wednesday. How did this many people have a clear schedule?" Brooke started as she approached the redhead at the stove.

"They didn't," she replied while taking out another tray of cookies. "Apparently no one wants to wait till Friday to get wasted. Even if it means they'll have a bitch of a hangover the next day."

Brooke rolled her eyes. "Why are you making more cookies?"

"We're down to two trays. I'm assuming people will want more." Rachel stopped suddenly – as if just realizing what she was doing – and put down her oven mitts. "You know what, screw this! When did I become a fucking caterer?"

Brooke laughed at her friend's behavior. "When you baked about a thousand cookies and invited over a hundred people into our apartment."

Rachel closed the oven and put the last tray of cookies on the counter before turning to Brooke. "When you go to a bar, what do you order? Cookies…or alcohol?"

Without waiting for a response, she poured herself a drink and joined the mass of people in dancing. Alcohol sans cookies will be just fine.

Brooke knew she should be at least somewhat responsible. She had work tomorrow and if she's late again, she'll never hear the end of it. But she hasn't gotten properly drunk in a long time, and the idea of a drink is sounding more and more appealing as the minutes go by. She turned her head to the middle of the floor and watched Rachel dancing with a bunch of guys surrounding her. She looks happy…carefree. And that's what she wants to be right now. Happy. Carefree. She doesn't want to be a prude and she definitely does not want to spoil the night.

She decided maybe she'll just have one drink, so that's what she starts with. One.

But one soon turned to two, and two somehow tripled to six, and now she's got a pretty good buzz going on. She's losing herself in the music, dancing in between two guys. She lost Rachel a while ago. Last she saw she was dragging some guy out the door.

Brooke figured it's good that this party is at her own place. That way she won't have to worry about being too wasted to walk home. But at the same time, she's not exactly keeping a strict eye on things. She's almost to the point of really drunk so if something gets stolen or broken, she'll blame Rachel for leaving her alone with a bunch of strangers.

The party continued on, and soon it was very close to being 12 a.m.

She stumbled to the counter to fill up her cup when she recognized someone. It was one of her models. One of her best models…at a party…on a Wednesday.

"Alyssa?" she questioned as she got near her.

The blonde in question turned around. "Oh, hey Brooke. Cool party." her head is bobbing along to the beat of the music.

"What are you doing here?"

"Rachel invited me. Told me it was a killer party that came with free cookies." she waved one in Brooke's face for emphasis before biting into it.

Brooke was having a hard time concentrating from all the alcohol but she still tried to set her focus on the girl in front of her. "You have a very important photo shoot with Elle tomorrow…why aren't you at home, resting?"

"Well on Friday, my usual party days, I have to fly to Canada so I thought, why not party it up before I go."

Brooke knows she has to fly to Canada. She set that up for her. But what she can't understand is why she would jeopardize an amazing opportunity to model for Elle to go to a party at her boss's house? Brooke scans the room when she notices, half the girls here are all her models. Letting loose, having fun and maybe they never get to do that but today is not the day. Not when they have to look absolutely perfect – in her mother's words – for their photo shoots.

Brooke knew she probably looked like the biggest hypocrite but right now she could care less. She needed her models to be well and alive for tomorrow. Just as she's about to reprimand Alyssa, her phone buzzed on the counter. She totally forgot she left it there. She picked it up and saw she has about ten missed calls and new text messages from…Lucas.

That sobered her up quickly.

She opened the latest one. 'where the hell r u?' it read and she suddenly recollected that she was supposed to meet him tonight. They had plans. She would meet him at a nearby bar and then they'd come to her apartment. They like to get a little drunk before actually doing the deed – her especially – so she won't let negative thoughts take over her mind and convince herself that she's being a dumbass…though somewhere in the back of her mind she may know the truth.

She mentally slapped herself for letting it slip her mind. Just as she's grabbing her coat to head out, her conversation with Rachel earlier today came to mind.

"I'm supposed to see him tonight…"

"Don't go."

"How can I not go? He's going to freak if I leave him waiting."

"Then maybe he'll get the hint that he needs to stay away."

Brooke looked down at her coat and suddenly feels very ashamed. She shouldn't go. She knew this.

But she wanted to. So badly.

She thought of how he'd look right now. Sitting at the bar, waiting for her and probably looking pissed. And if he was already mad, she needed to go. She needed to go lighten up his mood – she was the one who caused it to turn sour after all, and she needed to right her wrong. At least, that's what she told herself.

She promised him she'd help him. Granted, it was a year ago, but she still didn't think he was fixed. As much as she hated to admit it, he was still hurting because of her and it was Brooke's job to make him feel better. It was what she did…what she had always done.

It was what friends do. She had always been there for him, someone for him to lean on. Someone he could turn to for help. And it's probably what she would always be to him. The only thing she would ever be.

Her eyes lowered, and the feeling of shame settled back in.

"I mean it Brooke…it's not healthy for you – both of you actually."

She quickly pushed it away.

That was just what this was about. Helping him, fixing him. And when he was fixed, it would all be over. Then they could both move on with their lives. Maybe if she came to her senses, they could both find their way back to each other because she was sure on some level that Lucas would never be over her but for now – even if it was for a little while, she would help him move on. She had to.

She promised. She promised him. She promised a year ago, and she promised three years ago.

'As long as you promise to rescue me back…'

'I promise.'

She was determined. Her mind was set. She was going to go.

She wouldn't give up on him.

Before leaving she approached Alyssa once more. "Alyssa, go home. Get all of these people out, then go home. Get some sleep. And you better be focused during that photo shoot tomorrow or else you will be out of a job, are we understood?" she said fiercely, her hazel eyes blazing with a fire, letting the blonde know she was serious.

"U-uh, yes Brooke." the young girl stammered.

"Good."

She walked out the door, already dialing Lucas' number. Rachel's words were still sending off warning bells somewhere in the back of her mind but really, since when did she ever listen to the redhead anyway?

What the fuck?

He was pissed. Beyond pissed. Any passerby could see that just by the way he downed each drink.

She was late. He had called her about five times already, yet he kept getting rewarded with her lovely voicemail. He slammed his phone down on the counter and signaled the bartender to bring him a beer.

She was never late. He might have been late every once in a while but she never was. She never kept him waiting.

He really needed to get laid tonight. He rubbed his temples in frustration and thought about the day he had. He woke up at 12, and briefly he wondered when he stopped doing his usual run in the morning. He skipped breakfast and just downed cups of coffee. His editor called and yelled at him a bit as to why he hadn't given her any new material since his last book and he stared at his computer for a good three hours with nothing to write before deciding that he needed to see Brooke. The day had practically been wasted, but he didn't give a shit. He still felt like he was stressed as hell. But this was his life now – receiving threatening calls from his editor, getting drunk in the morning, and staring at his computer screen all day willing an idea (any idea, really) to come to him. He recognized that seeing Brooke was probably the highlight of his life now.

He'd been temporarily living in New York, partly to be closer to Brooke and partly because his editor demanded some new material by the end of the year or there's a chance he might get dropped. He'd also been avoiding home. He wasn't sure if Haley told Nathan what him and Brooke had been doing but if so, he really didn't want to hear any lectures from the perfect couple. He knew Haley was probably hurt that he had been avoiding her calls, but he knew any conversation they had would drift to how he's such an ass for getting involved with Brooke again and he really didn't want to hear about how much he sucked. He already knew.

His thoughts drifted back to Brooke and where the hell she was. Then back to the fact that he was an ass and did very much suck.

He wondered if she was starting to realize that she was too good for him, and that scared him. Because he knew she was. He knew it wasn't fair the way he was treating her or using her. She deserved way better than scum like him, as Rachel would put it and she was right. He was scum.

He finished his beer in record time and quickly flagged the bartender for another one.

Brooke's fucking with his mind.

He didn't know why he was doing this to her. He had been over Peyton for a long time now – many times he questioned if he ever really loved her – yet he was still sleeping with Brooke so he could get over Peyton. But he was over the blonde, so he didn't know why Brooke wouldn't just tell him off or why he still called her. He assumed she knew on some level that he had no feelings left for Peyton, so why wouldn't she end it?

Why did he keep calling her?

He knew he was an idiot. With all the stupid decisions he had been making – plus Haley calling him on his shit – it wasn't hard to figure out. He had been an ass since high school, ever since Brooke ended it with him officially…maybe even before that.

He rejected all the thoughts running through his mind. No time for a fucking moment of clarity. He glanced at his phone again – no new messages.

Fucking hell.

He was starting to look desperate. No, he was pretty sure that ship sailed a long time ago.

He tried Brooke's phone again and once again gets rewarded with her lovely raspy voice on her voicemail. He was getting frustrated, more frustrated than he already was. He looked at the time and decided to wait another ten minutes before leaving.

On some level, he knew she would show up. She always did. But there was a little feeling of worry down in the pit of his stomach saying she wouldn't and he was stupid to think he could continue to use her like this.

He decided to text her a couple times and waited patiently for a response.

Two minutes.

Five minutes.

Seven minutes.

Nothing came – not a call, or a text.

Screw it. He thought as he begun to gather his stuff. He threw some money on the counter to cover his tab. He walked outside and leaned against the building to gather himself since he's a little buzzed. Just as he turned around he collided with another small body.

"Oh, I'm so sorry – I'm such a klutz!" the girl exclaimed as she attempted to wipe the drink she spilled on him off his shirt.

"It's alright, Gorgeous." his eyes trailed down her body, and he was definitely satisfied with what he saw. She was wearing a red backless top that allowed him to see an ample amount of her cleavage and her bare midriff. She paired it with a black mini skirt that could undeniably pass for a belt. She was definitely not one of the girls he'd bring home to his mom. "What's your name?" he didn't really care, he just wanted to get laid since Brooke was an obvious no-show.

"Jessica, how about you handsome?"

"Lucas."

The conversation flowed easily. She would be fun, he thought and would definitely be a decent person to have a good time with. She was easy – a definite change from all his other relationships. It was never easy.

Especially with Brooke. She was never easy.

They fought a lot – a whole lot, sometimes over the stupidest stuff, yet though it wasn't easy with her, he had to admit, he'd go back and do it all over again. Just with her.

He was doubled over in laughter from this Jessica chick. She was funny, he would give her that. But he had to speed things up if he wanted a chance at relieving his tension now.

"So Jessica, you got any plans tonight?" he started.

She kinked her eyebrow, and all he could think about is Brooke. "Why Blondie, you thinking about making me another notch in your bed post?"

She was real funny if she thought he would actually be taking her back to his place, but he decided to play along. "Only if you're willing."

"Oh, I'm definitely willing."

He was about to respond when he took a glance across the street and his eyes locked on a pair of familiar hazel ones.

She came.

Part of him honestly couldn't believe it and part of him kinda knew she would. The bigger part of him is still a little shocked though, he honestly thought she'd stay away tonight. But now he was feeling happy, happier than he'd been at all today.

He took a look at the girl in front of him and abruptly realized there was nothing special about her. The makeup on her face all of a sudden looked too messy and uneven. Her hair looked like someone killed it with a straightener. Her clothes looked cheap. The skin showing on her midriff didn't look so smooth anymore, not like a certain brunette's. All the laughs, they've been faked. All his smiles, they've been forced – only he was just now realizing it.

Brooke's head dipped down for a second before she raised it again to meet his eyes and begun walking across the street. "Get outta here." he muttered to the smiling girl next to him, already forgetting her name. His eyes didn't leave Brooke's.

"Excuse me?"

"I said get outta here." he muttered, a little harsher this time. The girl looked taken back, maybe even a little hurt but he couldn't bring himself to care. He tore his eyes away from Brooke's only for a second to show the girl that he means it. She needed to leave. The one he'd been waiting for has arrived.

Her eyes narrowed and she pushed at his chest roughly. "You're an ass." Tell me something I don't know.

Brooke appeared in front of him within seconds, eyes round and sympathetic. "I'm sorry I'm late." she whispered as she attempted to walk past him nonchalantly and into the bar. They needed to avoid suspicion. No one ccould find out about this.

His hand linked with her arm, tugging her back to face him. "What happened? You're never late." he inquired.

"I overbooked myself and it slipped my mind." and that's the half-truth. She really did forget, but she also spent most of the time contemplating on whether or not she should actually go. Rachel's words popped up in her mind again and she cursed the redhead for being so damn persuasive.

Her eyes scannned around for any sign of life that might be watching them – anything to distract her. People are hanging outside the club, of course, but most are too wasted to function and others are too busy trying to find a last minute hook up.

He bored his eyes into hers, trying to see if he could catch sight of the truth. He noticed a sadness in them but decided not to question her.

"Your apartment free?" he questioned, his hand still on her arm. She could feel the heat from his skin, and it was making her nervous.

The plan was to head back to her apartment, but he assumed since she was late something must've gone wrong, and he wanted to confirm.

"Not really." she replied vaguely and didn't give anything else away.

He sighed and slipped a hotel room key into her hand, very discreetly. He always had a plan B. "Hotel's four blocks away. You go first, I'll stay a safe distance behind." he didn't want her getting hurt at this time of night. "Go to the room, and wait for me there."

She nodded, and once he removed his hand from her arm, she felt like she ccould breathe again. She started to walk away. He waited a suitable amount of time, and once she was far enough so that he looked like another stranger just walking on the street and not a stalker, he began to follow her.

He was a little buzzed but they really didn't need the alcohol tonight, he concluded. He was fine just being with her. He needed her tonight. His day was stressful enough and Brooke was the best person to relieve his tension. She was the only one who really could.

Brooke arrived at the hotel. She held up her card to the receptionist and once she received the nod of approval, she continued to her destination. She wasn't even in the system, but she guessed, if you had a room key, they would let you in even without even seeing your face. Hell so many people came in and out of these things they probably couldn't even keep track, she thought.

She glanced down at the card and saw the room number. 502. A minor smile graced her features, and soon turned into a full blown one…she remembered. He remembered.

Or maybe he didn't. Maybe by second nature he just got the same room he got last time, but she shook those thoughts away. She remembered. And for the time being, she was acting like he remembered too.

She walked into the elevator and memories of a year ago took over her mind. She smiled, but only briefly. Because soon enough, that feeling of shame crept into the pit of her stomach, and this time, she welcomed it.

Lucas walked back in to the hotel he was staying at. The receptionist eyed him suspiciously, having already seen him go out and say he wouldn't be returning for the rest of the night, but he smoothly ignored her looks and continued on his mission, making his way on to the opening elevator.

As he stepped in, he was overtaken by memories of him and Brooke a year ago. Memories of her carrying his drunk ass up to his room, the kiss that surprised him even in his drunken, lust filled state, and the events that took place after the kiss.

He smiled momentarily. He remembered how it all started.

He remembered how Brooke pushed him away the first time. The heartbreakingly beautiful words she said to him right after, and his vulnerable confession. Her eyes narrowed with sympathy and he knew she was thinking that once she made that decision, there was no going back.

The smile was gone from his face once he reached the fifth floor because once again, he was feeling like the most fucked up dude in the world. He knew what he was doing was wrong, yet he couldn't seem to stop.

He had a feeling that Brooke Davis might just be his addiction, not that he would want it any other way, but she deserved better. Better than the weekly one night stands he gave her. He reached his hotel room and for the first time since they've started doing this, he hesitated.

Once he opened the door, he spotted Brooke seated on the sofa; her coat still on. He wandered over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders and gently rubbing the tense muscles. He felt her begin to get up but he determinedly kept her seated. "Are you alright?" he whispered as he brought all her hair to one side and placed a delicate kiss on her neck.

Brooke whimpered at the light peck and nodded her head yes in response to his question. His devious lips placed light feather kisses on her smooth neck, which was a surprise to her since they usually just get down to business.

He was rewarded with another shy whimper. His lips trailed up to her ear. "Why were you late?" he demanded, still carrying on with the lovely massage.

Brooke found it hard to concentrate, and momentarily she wondered if he was testing her, seeing if she would back out of their arrangement any time soon. "Lucas," she stood up and turned to him. Leaning over the couch, she placed her hands on both sides of his face. "…it's really not important."

He walked around so that he was standing directly in front of her. He stared into her eyes and Brooke apprehended he was trying to see if she was telling the truth or not. His eyes never left hers, and for a moment she wondered if they were going to do anything at all. Then he noded, so quickly that if you weren't looking you would've missed it, and crushed his lips against hers.

Brooke moaned into the kiss because even though she had him just yesterday, his kisses always did ignite something in her. She wanted to tell him about her doubts. The doubts about them. She wanted to tell him that this might be the last time they do this…unless it really meant something. And she wanted it to mean something.

"Lucas," she pulled away panting. "I…"

"I know baby, I want you too." His voice rasped in between kisses as he brought her back to him.

She gave in, and for now she would relish in the feeling of being with him because she wanted to feel like this forever. Her mind wandered and she thinks that this is how it will always be. She would never get exactly what she wanted because he would always have this power over her. And she could do nothing about it.

His hands traveled down her arms and to the belt at her waist. With a quick tug, the belt popped open and the coat slid away from her frame. She shrugged it off as his hands continued on their journey. They retreated to her waist and slowly crept up until they met her round and full breasts. Brooke let out a low moan as he began to knead each one.

His lips continued on their mission to weaken her even more as they trailed down her jaw and to her neck.

"Lucas…" Brooke breathed out, panting heavily from just foreplay.

His hands find her zipper and quickly undoes it so he can get rid of the dress that restricting him from his prize. She slid out of her heels and the dress dropped to the floor, which she quickly stepped out of.

Lucas took a moment to admire her, standing before him in nothing but a simple black bra and panties set. He had the strange urge to say she was beautiful and as quickly as it came he quickly dismissed it.

He kissed her, rough and hard. She was hoisted up in his arms before either realized and he carried her to his bed, laying her down gently. Her delicate hands pulled at his shirt until she was revealed with his toned chest and when her hands make contact, he couldn't help but moan. The fabric was removed from his body and soon enough so were his pants.

He decided that she was still wearing too much clothing for his liking. He unclasped her bra hurriedly and once it fell away and revealed to him her ample breasts he feels as if he just has to stare. He couldn't look away though he's seen them many times before. He brought his mouth down and sucked her nipple between his teeth; Brooke gasped with pleasure. She arched her back, giving him more access to her body and let out a series of moans.

He released her breast and trailed his kisses down her flat stomach, stopping right above her underwear line. His hand moved up along her thigh and once it made contact with the lacey fabric of her underwear, with one rough tug, it was ripped away from her body. Gently, he slid his fingers along her fold, prompting Brooke to let out a satisfying moan. He slipped one into her and the look on her face, he concluded, is priceless. Her head full of loose locks pushed against the pillows as his fingers continued to feast on her delicate flesh. He deliberately kept his movements painstakingly calm, making her body rack with impatience and pure desire.

He soon replaced his hand with his tongue and that really set her off. Brooke let out a loud moan that neither knew she was capable of as Lucas' tongue made contact with the space between her legs. He made his way over every fold, plunging in and out of her. It didn't take long for her to reach her peak and soon her body began to convulse with pleasure. Lucas watched in awe as she rides out her orgasm. It took her some time to recover from the hard waves of pleasure but when she did, she laid almost lifeless on the bed.

"Are you alright?" he questioned with a smug smile on his face as he brought his body back up to meet hers.

Brooke nodded, breathless.

"Don't tell me that wore you out." He chuckled, running his hand along her chest. "From experience I know you can go way longer."

Brooke kinked her eyebrow, accepting his challenge. "Trust me baby, I can." she said in that panting raspy voice that he loved so much.

He smirked before lowering his head down to meet her lips again. Brooke lifted her legs and began to push his boxers down. Once they were off they both moaned at the new skin contact and he plunged into her in the next second. Brooke couldn't stop herself from arching her back and giving Lucas full access to her neck, which he took full advantage of, sucking on her sweet spot that took her into a new frenzy just like all the times before.

Her legs wrapped around his waist and he pumpped into her at a solid pace. "Harder Lucas, please." she practically begged and he buried his face into her neck as he picked up speed.

She was writhing in pleasure underneath him and he felt like he could do this with her all day. Her pelvis was grinding against his, meeting him thrust for thrust.

He could tell she was close and even though he was trying to hold out for as long as possible, he knew he was close too. His thrusts became faster, never wanting it to end until his body couldn't hold him up anymore.

"Luke…I'm gonna…" Brooke didn't get to finish her sentence as the most amazing sound he swore he'd ever heard erupted from her mouth. Her body trembled for the second time that night and just watching her face brought him over the edge with her. Yes, Brooke Davis was his addiction – a mouthwatering addiction. And he did not mind.

He collapsed on to her, careful not to crush her. After a few minutes of catching their breath, Lucas rolled over on his side. He found the blanket on the floor and covered both of their bodies with it, Brooke mumbling a soft 'thanks' in response.

He loved this feeling. The feeling of release he can really only experience properly with Brooke. No longer did he feel stressed about the day he had. He wondered if he had taken someone else home tonight would he have felt what he was feeling now.

He turned over to the clock on the nightstand and flips the radio on because he knew Brooke liked to fall asleep to music playing.

Brooke smiled from her side on the bed, touched that he remembered, but it gradually went away as she listened to the lyrics in the song.

Can you lie next to her and give her you heart, your heart

As well as your body and can you lie next to her

and confess you love, your love as well as your folly

Brooke stiffened as it played. She knew that Lucas would never be able to give her his heart. Not again, assuming she ever really had it in the first place. He was still hung up on her. He was still in love with her.

She would never fully have him, not really. And that thought alone made her want to get up and leave or even slap herself for acting stupid, because she knew she was in fact, stupid.

A few tears escaped from her eyes and she wiped them away in record time, scared that Lucas might hear her but a light snore cut into her thoughts and she turned over to see that he was already asleep. So she let the tears fall. One by one they made their way on to the pillow. And she realized that there was nothing special about this night at all, or her and Lucas. Maybe there never was.

As the song continued on playing, that feeling of shame settled back into Brooke once again and she came to the realization that, it never left her.

But tell me now where was my fault,

In loving you with my whole heart

But tell me now where was my fault

In loving you with my whole heart


Are you crying? I know I am. Lol. And just for confirmation, when you see 'she' or 'her' in italics, it usually means someone else which you all probably know who or Brooke. But rarely Brooke. I'm a little apprehensive about the sex scene because I don't want FF to remove it but we all need a little reward every now and then. Thank you for the reviews on the first chapter, don't forget to review this one!

Update: Damn, I need a beta.