This gets pretty dirty, so put the kids to bed. Slightly AU.

Dear Lucas,

His name was Kenny. Brown hair, almost green eyes. And I don't even know why you'd even care what he looked like, and I don't want to know why I find it necessary to tell you at all. Some twisted form of guilt, or something. I didn't let him kiss me. Some pathetic way of trying to keep the pressure of your goodbye kiss on my lips. Or something.

I saw this girl the other day with dark hair and dark eyes and too much makeup. She made me think of Nikki, which made me think of you instead of Peyton. It shouldn't have made me feel better that Peyton wasn't enough, because I wasn't either. I guess for the past year, I've been looking for an assurance that no girl is truly good enough for you.

Love,

Brooke

Lucas thumbed the fifth note he gotten through that night. His anger was twinkling with the guilt he felt for reading something that seemed so personal. He closed his eyes once more, trying to picture what would have happened if he had chased Brooke as she ran out the way he knew she wanted him to. She said she was afraid, but she couldn't be as scared as he was. She was Brooke; she always could get him to break the rules, and it wasn't fair. She had caught him at a bad time, and he had hurt her; but she continued to wrench at his heart for over a year. She didn't have the right to say she was afraid, because she was strong and she knew how to get what she wanted. Lucas wasn't ready to fall for tears.

He heard the second knock at his door, and he knew Brooke couldn't be inside his house, but he'd had enough unwelcome visitors to be able to actually open the door. The knock came louder, and he groaned.

"Yeah?"

"Lucas Scott, you do not have the right to use that tone of voice."

He could hear the crossing of her arms in her voice, so he gave in.

"It's open, Mom."

The lack of movement behind the door caused his feet to move, and his hand to reach the doorknob.

"Yes, Mother, what can I do for you?"

Karen uncrossed her arms and walked in past him. "You lose one election, and people lose all this respect for you."

"Something wrong, Mom? I would've voted for you."

"You're sweet. Nothing's wrong except hell engulfing the naïve city of Tree Hill. For me anyways. What's with you and the attitude?"

"Nothing."

"Lucas..."

"It's really nothing, Mom. I'm fine."

"Fine. So you wouldn't mind washing the dishes before you go to bed?" Karen through a sponge at him. "Washer's broke. Thanks."

"Mom, that's not fair."

"What's not fair is my own flesh and blood not talking to me. Scrub away."

Brooke woke up the next morning with her cheeks still sticky. Rejection twice in one day didn't agree with her. The vacancy of Haley's bed just made it worse in its declaration that Haley had had a much better night than Brooke had. Her hair was dirty, but a shower didn't sound any more appealing. The buzz of the front door alarmed Brooke enough to get her to roll over, but any more of a response wasn't likely. The buzz came again, but nothing more. She pulled the covers over her head, when her bedside table starting shaking. Brooke peeked out from her fortress to watch her cell phone move for a bit, before deciding it wasn't too much to pick it up.

"Hello."

"Open the door."

The voice on the other end made Brooke sit straight up and look in a mirror before running her fingers frantically through her hair. She pulled up all the loose ends up into a pony tail and ran into the front hall. She opened the door to a Lucas Scott who looked much better than she did. He walked in without an introduction, sitting on the back of the couch. She closed the door and slowly walked over to stand in front of him. He stared straight ahead into her stomach for nearly a minute before looking up into her bleary eyes. Brooke was too afraid to break his gaze that she could only barely feel his hand on her waist, but when the other came up to touch her neck, she reacted. Lucas bent her neck until her lips reached his. Slowly, he moved his mouth over hers, using his other hand to pull her in closer to him. Brooke could feel the heat from him more and more until it was nearly unbearable, and he had pulled her so far that they toppled together over onto the couch.

Brooke didn't want to put too much thought into it, because he wasn't yelling at her. So even when he reached up to the back of her head and pulled out her hair from the elastic, she didn't say anything. She kept her tongue in his mouth as he sat up, bending her backwards, and pulled off his shirt over his head. His mouth broke from hers and landed on her collarbone, thumbing through her greasy hair that she was suddenly aware of. She desperately wanted to turn them over, so if he left her, she wouldn't fall onto the floor, but Lucas didn't seem to be going anywhere. His hands left her hair and reached the back of her shirt instead. With the same fluidity, he slipped her tank top over her head, and slid his hands up her bare back.

His lips were stuck onto her shoulder, the arc of his head letting her see the back of the chain around his neck. She recognized the clasp as the one she'd given him in the baskets she'd left him after he'd broken up with her.

"Luke..."

He fell back onto the couch and shook his head, making contact with her mouth again in an attempt to keep her from speaking. He arched her back with his hand, making his mouth rise with hers. With movement steadier than anything she could dream of mustering, he reached down and pulled on her sweatpants. She couldn't imagine stopping him, so she instead accepted it, kissing him back for the first real time that morning. She allowed her weight to fall against him, the tension between her skin on his skin building. Carefully, she moved down his chest, letting her nails glide down his chest. She went all the way down to his knees, her fingers pausing slightly at the waistband of his jeans as she sat up. She let the drawstring come undone and the elastic of her pants to fall off her hips until she could kick them off completely. Lucas watched her with a blank expression, reaching up to caress the skin above her hip. He pulled her back down, making her fall ungracefully against him. His hands could slip easily farther, over the thin fabric of her underwear, underneath her ass, when he pulled her up even farther against him, goosebumps showing up on his arm. His chest remained smooth against hers, and he kept his fingers gentle against her flushed skin. She stroked the grooves in his stomach, letting her thumb trace the path from his belly button to the waistband of his jeans. His bottom lip trembled under hers, and his hands lost their grip on her ass, falling loosely down her thighs to the couch.

Brooke quickly fumbled with the button of his jeans, tugging on his lip as she tugged on his zipper. She left his pants absently open as she slipped a few fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers. Lucas's eyes popped open, his mouth falling roughly from hers. He lifted a finger to her cheek, following a curl of her hair and tucking it behind her ear. She paused completely, watching his eyes fixated on her faint blush. His finger glided across her face with his gaze, stopping at her bottom lip and pulling it down just slightly. Finally, he looked into her wet eyes, cupping her cheek.

"I don't know how to forgive you," he whispered, his breath causing her lock of hair to tumble loose.

She nodded, unsure of what else to do. He stayed still until a bead appeared in the corner of her eye. His thumb extended, catching her tear and sucking his thumb.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice somehow steady.

"It's okay."

He shook his head, frustrated, and pulled her hand away from his waist. He grabbed a blanket from the chair and put it between their bodies, wrapping it around Brooke's chest.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, turning her around and sitting himself up.

"Luke. This...it's okay. If you want to...that's okay." Her shy, shaking voice turned his face to her. She bit her lip, afraid of another certain rejection.

Lucas ran a slow hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face. He offered her a form of a smile, but stood up, his pants still open. He laced his fingers behind his head and started to pace. Brooke clutched the blanket against her breasts and stood up too. She walked up behind him, one hand leaving the blanket to touch his back. He didn't turn around, so she wrapped the arm around his chest, rested a cheek against his skin, and let the blanket fall.

"Brooke...I'm not going to forgive you. So what's the point?"

"Why did you come here, Lucas?" Her voice was muffled against him, but he could hear her fine.

"I wanted to know what would happen."

"So why stop?"

"Because it isn't fair."

"To whom?"

"You...me."

"But it's okay. And...if you're fine with it...so am I."

"Fine with what exactly?"

Suddenly the heat of her skin and her head was gone, and she spun him around.

"Letting me make love to you."

His lips were parted, and in only a second, she felt his lingering arousal. Slowly, Brooke stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, tilting her head up to his. He moved at the tiniest hint of her touch, slipping his tongue between her lips. She walked them backwards, returning to the couch. She bent her knees, and sat down in front of him. She allowed her eyes to scan down his body, her hands meeting them at his jeans. She pulled them gently down, and he stepped gradually out of them. Folding them over her arm, she placed them on the table and looked back into his icy blue eyes. They softened, and she let the smallest smile creep across her lips. She folded down the elastic of his boxers and he closed his eyes at her cool fingers. She moved as far as she could up his chest, pulling on his chain. He bent over, one hand on either side of her. Fearful of crushing her, he rested his weight into the soft cushions as she pulled him down harder. His lips were slower when they reached hers; his attention so focused that he didn't notice as she tugged off her panties and tossed them over the back of the couch. She stripped him too, and he shuddered as he hovered above her. Her lips fell down onto his clavicle, her tongue starting a steady rhythm.

His eyes still unsure, Lucas lowered himself into her. He felt her lips curl against him and a breath come between her mouth and his collarbone. He pulled out of her, then slowly repeated himself. A small sound went from the back of her throat, contained by his firm chest. His hand brought her mouth up again, swallowing another moan as he lowered his lips in sync with his hips. Brooke had never been one for keeping quiet, but something stopped her from screaming out.

She sighed his name as his hand came up with hers, rubbing his thumb against her knuckle. He kept his eyes closed as shivers ran up through her body, transferred into his through their tongues. Finally, he pushed his whole body down a little harder, making her mouth fall open. Her breath was shattered, and she wrapped her arms tightly around him to stop herself from shaking. Lucas opened his eyes to see her closed ones clench. He watched her for a few seconds until she arched her back, making his own eyes squeeze closed and he felt a release. He groaned, his teeth coming down into his lip. Brooke softly hissed, her back collapsing back onto the cushions as she held Lucas up above her. She studied his face as it ducked down away from her gaze. She pulled his chin back up, kissing him harder than she had before. His tongue was forceful, pulsating against the roof of her mouth. She moaned as he finally started to relax, and his hands started to glide against her thigh again. He fell against her, his face burying into her neck. She let out a long breath and rubbed the tense muscles of his back.

"I love you, Lucas..." she whispered.

His head jerked up, tears springing to both their eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." she began, her cheeks flaming red.

"Brooke..." Lucas stammered, wiping his wet lip with the back of his hand. "I told you."

He stood up and grabbed his jeans off the table. He hastily pulled them up, turning away from her as he zipped them.

"Lucas, I'm sorry. I don't really..."

"Brooke, I told you. I told you this was going to be too much." He turned around, his arms extending to either side. "You said it would be fine, but it isn't. We both knew it wasn't going to be, but we kept going, because you said it would be fine. And now, there's all this stuff that I don't want to deal with." He brought his fists up to his face and covered his eyes.

Brooke wiped at her cheeks, picking the blanket back up from the floor. "I'm sorry I messed this up. Twice now."

"Don't give me that." Lucas shook his head. "Don't try to make me feel guilty for doing what you wanted."

"I'm not the one who came here."

"If you want to blame me...do whatever you want. I gotta go."

"Lucas, don't! We can talk."

"About what, Brooke? I'm not going to say what you want me to say, and I'll just leave upset."

"If you leave now, you'll do the same. At least I could...we could know where we stand."

"We can't be together, Brooke. I don't want to let you lead me on to something that won't happen again."

"You don't want me to lead you on? Who came here, and kissed me, and knew something was going to happen? You can't pretend you didn't want this to happen, Lucas? I saw it as soon as you walked in."

"I was willing to stop before things got out of hand."

"Things were already out of hand, and you know it. You know you could get me started, because you've been teasing me since I came back this summer."

"I've been teasing you? You were going on about being non exclusive... You just can't handle not having all the power over me that you want."

"Well, I'm sorry. But I'm not going to be the one to blame all of this on you. I know I wanted you, and I'm not ashamed of what happened."

"You had to ruin it."

"Ruin what, Lucas? Your booty call?"

Lucas closed his mouth, and Brooke could see the muscles in his neck tightening.

"I have to go," he muttered and grabbed his clothes off the floor. Brooke fell back onto the couch, her hands rising from her lap to catch her tears.

I'm willing to leave this as a one shot, so whether or not this continues is really left up to the amount of reviews I get. I don't know how many people are interested in Brooke and Lucas. I did notice the lack of quality, sexy stories for this couple, so I let this keep going past what I usually do.