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AN: So the bad news is that I am sick. It's nothing major, I'm not preggo lmao my body is just in need of rest, lots of vitamins and medicine. I know i haven't updated and it's not because I haven't wanted too but because physically I have felt as if I have been hit by a truck. I have three chapters written and they would have been up but because of the mental anguish I'm going through because not one doctor (till today when they finally figure out what's wrong) could tell me what was wrong. This is not a cope out. I hate authors like me who don't update stories I love. I'm sorry that i haven't updated this it has been ready, I actually spend a whole day re writing this and I love it. Right now I'm re writing the next chapter to make it better. So with that said here is the chapter. The good news is that my doctors and I mean all six of them have told me in order for me to get well I need to rest, to take care of myself, and too do something relaxing which to me means writing. So keep your fingers crossed. i will get better. Not many of you know this but I have two little girls who need me so I have no choice, and my best friend is a kick ass nurse who is going to feed me deer meat to get the vitamins my body is lacking. So here is the next chapter. I hope you love it. I had so much fun writing it. A big thanks to Morgan who is my beta. If there are mistakes give her a break. We are all human. Also please review, I'm going to be spending three days out of the week or more on bed rest so you're reviews will make me feel better. Enjoy this chapter see if any of you can get the hints. and most of all know i wrote this with love, this is for Ellen who is going to kill me for not telling her im sick. its not that bad sometimes you just forget that your body needs alot of stuff, and then you get sick. but then you get better because you listen to your doctors and your best friend. And you write because it calms you and that's what you need. now read while I bawl my eyes out over Greys. And review. Thank you Cathy.

Hot and Cold

He had woken up with the sun, spending over an hour just staring at the woman who laid next to him sleeping with a small smile on her face. Her hand was gently placed on his chest which caused his heart to beat just a little quicker than it usually did. It had been hard to get up from her bed, she was just so beautiful, peaceful, but at the same time so dangerous. He had meant to grab his keys and just leave, without saying anything, without waking her. At least that's what his brain was telling him to do, but his feet were a different story. They wouldn't budge. He got as far as her door. He even put his hand on the handle, but he couldn't leave. Instead he walked around, trying not to trip over all the boxes that filled the room. His curiosity peaked. He remembered her telling him that she was packing up her life with Nathan. There were so many boxes. Some were open, others were sealed and the urge within him to look through them was great. He needed to know who they were, the Nathan and Brooke that everyone in town thought were so perfect. What had Nathan given her? What had he done to have this woman wrapped perfectly around his finger without her suspecting that there was another woman in his brother's life? She wasn't stupid so how had he conned her? Why had she been with him for so many years? And did the boxes hold the key or would he have to ask her the questions directly in order to get the answers?

Once more his brain urged him to leave, to run but he couldn't. He didn't want to. Last night had been a mistake, a good one but still a mistake. He could blame the alcohol but that would be a lie. Alcohol had been what had brought them together at first but not what had kept him with her all night long. It had been the little things, the talks, the playing pool, the jokes. He had opened up to her, something he rarely did with anyone. He had talked about his parents, about how they were. He had done that only once before with another woman. Someone he had trusted, loved, but the conversation hadn't been as easy with her as it had been with Brooke. It had been difficult, forced, practically dragged out of him. With Brooke it had been simple, almost natural, like any other conversation he had with other people. The words had just flowed out of him.

Once upon a time, Lucas Scott had been in love and just like Brooke he had been broken. And in the process, he had learned a hard lesson, a lesson that had filled him with pain, anger, disillusion. He had sealed himself from everyone and vowed never to let anyone in, until last night. Even though he had shown and told her a little bit of himself, it had been a huge step for him. And he suspect it was the same for her. He understood her, he understood the pain that someone causes when they break you, and the mistrust that fills you and never goes away. He didn't want that for her; he didn't want her to become hard, mistrusting...broken like he had. Trust was something so hard for him to have, just like happiness. He didn't think he deserved it. Even the brief moments he had filled him with guilt because he didn't think he was worthy of them. Maybe that was why he didn't leave, because he needed that question answered as well. How did Brooke Davis, of all people, cause him to open up and trust her? What power did this enigma of a woman have over the men that surrounded her? And him a broken soul who she manage to make him feel happiness and peacefulness? Who was she? And how did he get her out of him? He was losing control, she was causing him to, but he didn't care. Brooke Davis was special and there was something deep down inside him that was telling him he needed her in his life as much as she needed him. It was silly and he knew it. Shaking his head, he made his way back to the bed to take one last look at her. He had to go, he couldn't stay any longer. Things were complicated enough. Walking backwards, he stopped in front of her vanity table and sat down on a fur stool to gather his thoughts for a moment. He couldn't help but laugh to himself as he look at all the things that filled the table, the countless bottles of creams, the boxes of make up, the bottles of perfume. He never could understand why women needed so many things, especially someone like Brooke. She was beautiful without it, did she even know that? He picked up her iPod and began looking through her play list, smiling. It was typical Brooke, girlie music that ranged from Leona Lewis, Pink, Britney Spears. Then there were songs that he knew were Peyton's influences. Then there was the last play list the one that cause him to break out into a bigger smile. Taylor Swift, who he had come to know well.

He would never admit it to anyone, but after he had download that one song Tim McGraw, he had been hooked. He lived with constant fear that someone would find out that he had download both her albums onto his iPod. He felt his cheeks burn as he thought of driving through town a few nights earlier, Taylor Swift's latest single, Love Story, had come on the radio and he had sang along, and Brooke face had filled his brain. It was pathetic. He stood up completely resolved to leave once and for all but something caught his eye. His brother. In the vanity mirror stood three pictures of Brooke and Nathan. The first one was of them at a basketball game, Nathan wearing his basketball uniform, Brooke wearing her cheerleading outfit. Brooke was sitting on his brother's lap a huge smile plastered on her face, Nathan had his hand on her shoulder and also had a big smile on his face. The second one was a professional one, the one that had been taken for their engagement announcement. Brooke wearing a pink sundress, with a matching headband. Nathan in a grey suit, they were holding hands. The last one was the one that disturb him the most. It was different than the first two. It was formal, his brother in a tux and she was wearing some sort of black, body hugging dress. They were smiling but it wasn't the same smile that they had had in the other pictures; it was more forced. He picked it up to examine it more closely. His arms were around her, but there was something in his demeanor that was off. To the naked eye the couple look perfect but there was something in Brooke's expression that he couldn't explain, something that just wasn't right.

"We had a fight that night."

Luke spun around and came face to face with a sleepily-faced Brooke wearing his button down and nothing else. She had a smile on her face. He wasn't sure what to do. He damned himself. He shouldn't be there in front of her. He was supposed to already have been half way home. Why hadn't he left?

Obviously to his thoughts Brooke continued to talk. Her voice was calm, smile was sweet and it was turning Lucas into mush.

"I had just come back from Paris with Peyton and I bought the dress there. It was different, something I normally wouldn't have worn. I wanted to wear something un-Brooke like. I wanted to be sexy. It was his birthday I planned a huge party for him at the club. Everyone was invited, and he was almost an hour late. I was so worried something had happen to him and I was so relieved when he walked through the door. I thought he would love the dress but I was wrong. He was angry, mean. Apparently it wasn't proper apparel for his future bride. What would people think? I was dressed like a whore?"

"He said that? He called you a whore?" Lucas ask in disbelief.

Brooke said nothing. She just made her way to her bathroom, emerging five minutes later, her face scrubbed, her teeth brushed, her hair combed, the button down still on her body. Lucas was still standing in the same place she had left him.

"Yes he did use that word. I was surprised at the time. It was very unlike Nathan. Now I understand why he said it. It was after all the night he learned he was going to be a father. Haley must of shocked him down to his very core. A baby, an unexpected flaw in his plan to have it all. The money, me, all in danger because of a tiny, innocent baby."

"What did you do?" Lucas asked her, mesmerized by her calmness and softened by her small acceptance of Drew.

"I did what I was taught to do and I was the perfect hostess. After all, appearances are important. Feelings of hurt are to be kept inside. No one is to know them," she said in a voice that mimicked his grandmother's. Those were her thoughts, her feelings. Just like Brooke, they had been branded him his head since birth.

"I was so hurt that night. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't. There I was dressed in a dress that was not me that I had worn for him and he made me feel like a common street walker. But I was good at being perfect I walked around. I made sure everyone had a drink. I talked to all the important people. I took pictures. That one is particularly hurtful."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you keep it up if it is so hurtful? I don't get it."

She let out a small sigh. "I suppose it's self destruction, or maybe a reminder of what could have been. I'm not sure. Because once upon a time Lucas, I believed in fairy tales, in perfection. I believed I was going to have the world. So every picture, every function, every time I was in front of people, the perfect Brooke came out because that's what I thought. My life was perfect. Until now."

"And which Brooke was I with last night? Perfect fairy tale Brooke?"

"No! She's dead, buried and never coming back. You were with me, the real one. The one who is going to take your hand now, walk back to her bed and we are going to lay down. And let what we both want to happen happen."

"What do you mean?" Lucas said as she took his hand.

"Do I really have to spell it out for you?"

"Brooke!"

"Look Lucas, we only live once in this lifetime and what's the point in pretending? Let's just be honest with each other, you want me and I want you. If you didn't, you wouldn't have taken my clothes off last night, you wouldn't have put your shirt on me, you wouldn't have spend the night with your arms around me."

Lucas said nothing. All the words in his brain were one giant jumble.

"I want to be with you Luke, and I suspect that you want to be with me. I'm not good at games. I don't want a relationship. I'm an adult. I understand the consequences. This is just sex, pure and simple. Nothing more nothing less."

She said nothing else. With his hand in hers, she took him back to her bed.

She was surprised by her brazenness. She couldn't believe what she was doing. Taking his hand, leading him back to her bed, and him following. She wore nothing but his shirt not even panties and that just made it all together more sinful. The repercussions would be enormous if someone found them, but she didn't care. There was no one around, they were alone. She knew he should leave but she didn't want him to. She wanted what was forbidden. She wanted Lucas Scott. The man who drove her crazy, the one who made her wonder what her life really was. The man who with one look cause a stirring inside her that made her want him to rip off the shirt she was wearing.

He laid down first and she followed, their faces practically touching, their fingers interlocking with each other's. No words were said as there was no need for them. They both knew what each other wanted. It was she who made the first move. She was the one who slowly began to kiss him, and he responded. It was hard not to, she was there like a package, ready to be opened. Her body ground against his. She heard him moan which caused her to get wetter.

"Lucas," she managed to say softly in between kisses. Their hands separated, and his immediately reached for her face, caressing which just frustrated her. This wasn't what she wanted. She wanted him to rip off her shirt, to ravish her, to fuck her. Deciding that it would have to be her to make the first move, she stood up from the bed, and began to un-button the shirt.

Lucas licked his lips in anticipation. He wasn't sure what was going on or if he was dreaming, but he didn't care. Time stood still. Each button felt like an eternity. And then when she slipped it off with such ease, it hit him. She was naked. Brooke Davis was naked, in front of him, and he was hard as a rock. He felt dizzy, like he might faint. She climbed onto of him and kissed him. She felt his hard cock against her pussy. She was wet and ready, and the truth was that she had been ready for him since the day he had stuck her in the cold shower. She had been ready for him in New York; she was ready. Something deep inside her told her that Lucas was the man who needed to break the pesky hymen that his brother couldn't or actually wouldn't break.

The room began to spin for him again, his hands immediately reaching for her breast. They were wonderful. He knew it wasn't the first time he had seen her naked, but it felt like it. He licked her nipple, causing her to arch her back. She tasted delicious, just like he knew she would. He took each breast into his mouth and suckled them, slowly losing whatever self control he had left.

Lucas began to kiss her neck, her stomach, every accessible part of her body was met with his lips. Then he stopped himself, as much as he wanted to take her and make her his he needed to slow down. But it was going to be hard, the temptation of ramming his cock into her was too great. She was ravishing, her skin so luminous, so soft. He felt the need to kiss every part of her body, to feel it all. He wanted her every bit of her. He flipped her onto her back, kissing her, exploring her mouth with his tongue. His hands once again ran through her skin, feeling her smooth ass. He lifted her off of him as he slipped off his boxer shorts.

Brooke gasped as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter. His dick was so close to the point of no return that it scared her. He spread her legs open and looked deep into her eyes. Then all of a sudden fear struck her, reality hit her hard as she heard him utter-

"Are you sure? Do you have protection?" He said, looking deep into her eyes and noticing something in them that had changed. She looked nervous, terrified actually.

Brooke began to tremble. Protection, was she sure? The moment was gone, the bubble had been burst. She hated him. At that moment, she despised him. Why had he said anything? Why had words been necessary? Shaking, she took a deep breath.

"I can't. I'm sorry. Luke, you need to leave and you need to leave now."

Somehow, she pushed him off of her and ran into the bathroom. She was mortified, what was she doing? What was she about to do? She was virgin. She had saved herself and less than three minutes ago she was spread eagle on her bed waiting for her dead fianc 's brother to fuck her. This wasn't her. This wasn't who she was or who she had become. She had changed, but at the same time there was still a bit of the old-fashioned Brooke inside of her and she hated herself for it.

Naked, she stood in front of the mirror and stared at herself. She looked different. Her hair was a mess, her lips were swollen from his kisses. She touched her breasts, slid her hand down her stomach and inserted her index finger inside herself. She was soaking wet. She had never been like this before. No one had ever touched her in such a fierce way that caused her velvety folds to drip in such a matter, not even her. How many nights had she spent in her bed, alone, fantasizing about a man, a faceless man taking in the same manner that Lucas was about to claim her. She was so wet, and he had done it to her. The ache inside her was unbearable. She needed him; she need him to touch her, to be with her. As pathetic as it sounded, as much as she hated to say it to herself she wanted to be a whore. His whore, she wanted him to do things to her she never dreamed anyone would do. The lady inside her was gone, in its place stood a woman, one who was ready, willing and able to take that next step. And then at that moment the fear inside her disappeared. It emerged out of her body as easily as it had come. For the first time in her life, she felt alive and she was damned if she wasn't going to enjoy a day a bed with a man like Lucas Scott.

Taking a deep breath she opened the door expecting to find him laying on her bed waiting for her, but she was in for a rude awaking not only was he not laying in her bed, he wasn't even in the room. Instead, Rachel and Peyton were both standing in front of her with bewilder expressions on their faces. She ran back into the bathroom and slipped into a terry cloth robe. She said nothing, and she was hoping they would leave. She had ruined it, once again she had ruined it all.

"I don't want to hear it." She said staring straight at Peyton who just smiled. It was a wicked smile, one she knew well and one she didn't need at the moment.

"Oh it's fine. Today you won't hear it because we have an even bigger problem to discuss than you naked, or the fact that we ran into a half-naked Lucas coming out of your house who told us that your car would be delivered later today. Despite all my questions, trust me we have a bigger situation to deal with, but I do want to know!"

"I said not a word."

"Don't worry, we wont say anything else Brookie," Rachel said as a small tear fell down her face. She looked pale. She had obviously been crying as her eyes were red and swollen.

"What's wrong? What happened? Is Tucker okay?"

Peyton smiled, "He's fine. Actually, he is fantastic and about to get an early Christmas present. Something he has been asking for the last two years. Please, please let me tell her!"

Rachel sat down on the bed sobbing, her head in between her legs.

"What the fuck is going on? You two are scaring me! Tell me this instance! What is the matter? Rachel you look terrible."

"Well of course she looks terrible. The dumb bitch got herself knocked up. She's been barfing all morning."

"Holy Shit!" Brooke said, holding onto her vanity table as the words registered in her head.

"Yep, she's going to be a mommy all over again. Tucker is going to have a little brother or sister or maybe both. Maybe it'll be twins! How lucky are you and I that we have to be subjected to another nine months of pregnant Rachel hell. And before you ask who the father is because when I asked her, I got hit in the head with her purse, its Cooper."

"What? They are getting divorce. He is getting married. Shit, she tried to run him over because of the whole custody thing, when, how, oh god!"

Rachel just cried harder, Peyton's laughter filling the room. Brooke just sat down next to her friend and held her, patting her back.

"Are you sure? Did you take a test?"

"Ten! I took ten and they all came out positive. And Peyton laughed every single time. We couldn't find you last night. The fucking bastard has super sperm. I'm going to kill him; I swear I am. He did this on purpose. I didn't even want to have sex."

"Oh please." Peyton said, rolling her eyes. "You can't even lie well. You wanted to have sex. You always want to have sex. It's you and Cooper. That's what you do."

Rachel cried harder and Brooke shot Peyton an evil look.

"Okay honey calm down. Just take a deep breath and tell me what happened, and then we'll figure out how to fix it; I promise."

"Yes!" Peyton exclaimed, jumping up and down on the bed. "Tell us all the details, then we can fix it and move on to naked Brooke and Lucas. And since he ran out of the house like a bat out of hell, and I don't see any visible blood stains on the bed, I can safely assume you are still intact, yes?"

"OH fuck off Peyton and shut up. I'm still a fucking virgin. Now shut your mouth. I forbid you to talk. Rachel, sweetheart you need to get it out and tell us what and when it happened."

"It was at my parents' beach house last month the day I got the custody papers that he had his lawyer draw up..........

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