(A/N): Hey Guys! So, long time no update. Also, this was written from about 2:15 to 3:30 a.m, so forgive me for the shitty quality. I've had to rewrite this sentence about ten times now. Sorry. Also, I made Leo a roleplay page on Tumblr. It's called Handsuponelasttime. It does contain spoilers so enter at your own risk. Also, Hanna. Ask about Hanna please.

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Leo

It had been just over a week since my uncle's attack on our little family. Just over a week since I had watched Lisbet lay my father on the pyre, and lit him alight myself.

That's when I received a letter from Brooke.

Of course, we'd exchanged letters before, but this was different.

Leo,

I need you.

Brooke

Short.

She never wrote like that.

I, of course, rushed down the stairs at around seven at night, past my sister, past the twins, and only Lisbet thought to stop me.

"And where are you going at this hour?" I shrugged, still moving, but turning so I could face her at the same time.

"Got a letter from Brooke. She needs me." Lisbet looked concerned and took a step towards me.

"Do you need help?" I shook my head.

"I should be fine. Don't wait up, either way."

With that, I was gone. As soon as I hit the front door I burst into a run, racing in the direction I knew Brooke lived.

It only took a few minutes for me to get there, and when I did, I sensed no threat.

In fact, other than Brooke herself, there was no one there.

With speed and carefully picking my handholds, I lifted her window and shimmied in, finding her sitting on the end of the bed.

"What's up?" Her head snapped up instantly, and I saw not fear in her eyes, as I expected, but happiness.

"Leo." She stated, rising to her feet immediately.

"What happened, Brooke?" She froze for a second, smile dropping before she shrugged.

"You missed my birthday." My eyebrows shot up.

"You're birthday's less than a week after mine?" She sighed quietly, dropping her head and I crossed the floor, lifting her chin with two fingers.

"It was yesterday." I pursed my lips, cupping her face in both hands.

"I'm sorry I missed it Brooke. But you said you needed me?" She bit her lip, sitting down again, and, for the first time, I noticed what she was wearing.

A thin white nightshirt that stopped midthigh, nothing extraordinary, but... I could see straight through it.

Clearing my throat awkwardly, I cast my eyes away, but she didn't seem to notice.

"Yeah. Sit down." Somewhat reluctantly, I did.

With a small smile, she placed a hand in the centre of my chest, pushing me flat on my back.

"This isn't sitting." I reminded her, and she shrugged as she crawled onto the bed beside me.

"Do you know what this is?" She asked, placing something in my hand, and, confused, I lifted it to my eye level so I could see exactly what she had handed me.

"Yes..." I said slowly, still confused.

"What is it Leo?" She asked, tone somewhat dry.

"It's a condom." I replied, still very, very confused.

"What is the purpose of a condom?" She asked sharply, rolling her eyes.

"To protect- Oh." My face turned beet red and a smirk curved her lips.

Quickly, she leapt from her position next to me, instead choosing to straddle my hips before I had the chance to stop her.

"Brooke-" I started as I sat up, but she tapped a fingertip to my still red cheek.

"Right about now, that blood should be heading somewhere else, Leo." Of course, that only made me flush harder, and finally, I realised why she was doing this.

"Yesterday was your sixteenth." She rolled her eyes at me like I was dumb before nodding. "You hit- well, you've come of age." She nodded again, biting her lip.

"Leo." She murmured. "I need you." Immediately, I stood, dumping her unceremoniously on the ground.

"Brooke, I can't-" She cut me off, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Fine. Imagine I'm her. Should make things easier for you." She snapped, and I gaped at her for a second.

"That's not what I meant, Brooke." She looked to the ceiling, shaking her head.

"Of course it isn't." She growled.

"We're supposed to wait for marriage-" She cut me off again, gaze shooting to me again.

"What am I meant to do in the mean time? Help myself? Oh wait, that's a fucking sin too!" She exclaimed, and I glanced around.

"Brooke, where's your dad?" She rolled her eyes at me.

"I killed him." She scoffed at my look of surprise. "Honest to god Leo, he's at a conference. He won't be back until noon tomorrow." She moved towards me again, hand trailing down my chest before I leapt back, out of her reach.

"Don't." Was all I said, and I turned, exiting the room, via the door this time, and making my way downstairs.

I couldn't get all the way out of the house though, pausing to sit on the couch in the lounge room.

The floor above me, I could hearBrooke crying, feel her arousal.

I sat down there for nearly ten minutes, before making my decision.

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