Hi :) So I've never done one of these before, and would love to know any thoughts or ideas? This takes place post 6x01, taking out the Q stuff. I may leave Brookes attack in, depending on where it goes. I'd love some reviews! Thanks, Dawn.
Stuck in that hazy, warm moment between being asleep and awake, Peyton's green eyes lingered on the sleeping form next to her, and wondered if she was dreaming. His jaw beautifully defined, his glorious chest rising and falling slowly as he dreamt and his large, masculine hands that lingered near her leg all conspired to make her heart race, her adrenaline surge and hurtle her towards reality.
As she took a deep breath of cologne tinged air, she wished to take her semi-dream with her, so she could find a way to bottle the heady rush she felt upon simply seeing him. Her green eyes blinked away the night, and as they did she let them fall closed again as she turned her head, before she hesitantly looked to the other half of her bed, and gladly saw the other half of her. Lucas slept on, oblivious to the effect he was having on her heart, and she rejoiced in the familiar feeling of knowing he was with her in her dreams, and her reality, finally. As she smiled a smile that lit her green eyes, she crept from the bed and went to their kitchen to start the coffee maker, already craving the caffeine her racing heart didn't need.
It was as she took in the morning sun rise from the kitchen that she heard the thud of mail on the mat, and the tread of footsteps that signalled Lucas had joined the land of the awake. Deciding to leave Lucas to shower alone in peace for a change, Peyton padded down the hallway, smiling at the quiet but tuneless singing that was emitting from the bathroom. Clutching a large pile of letters, she took her coffee and snuggled into the warm, empty bed below the very new print of the infamous Vegas skyline from their recent getaway, and began sorting through the mail.
As she smiled at the sheer number of fan letters her fiancé received daily, she came across something that made her heart stop, and her coffee mug freeze between her hands and her lips. As she took a moment to breathe deeply, and tune her thoughts back to the man in the shower whose name she would soon take, Lucas emerged from the shower, wrapped in a towel from the waist down and glistening with water beads from the waist up. Peyton didn't respond to the kiss he placed on her hair as he passed, and so he retraced his steps, took her beautiful jaw in his hands and kissed her beautiful lips with such a gentleness, it was almost like a whisper. As he went to walk away, her hands on his wrist pulled him back and this time their kiss was anything but gentle.
As she sought comfort and reassurance, he wondered where her head was at but was damned if he would break the kiss to ask. As their tongues danced a slow but slick dance of follow and retreat, Lucas lifted his strong hands to her soft hair and grabbed two handfuls of blonde sunshine. As he allowed one hand to meander down her back and pull her towards him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and the back of his head, pulling him into her as though she wished they were one. As their kiss slowed, and their tongues finished their dance, Peyton held Lucas close as her heart continued to race. His lips travelled down her neck, leaving a trail of heat as he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight.
Her green eyes closed, he in took her soft lips, the light freckles across her cheekbones and the beautiful dip of her collarbone where she loved to be kissed. As he gently did just that, her eyes snapped open and she pulled his head up to meet hers. As she looked at him, and saw the intensity of her gaze he had to ask.
"Peyton, whats wrong?"
She nodded towards the letter, feeling foolish for letting it bother her now, so soon after Vegas and the promises he had made. Lucas looked at the manilla envelope and wondered what it could say to bring such sadness to her eyes. As he read the return address on the corner of the letter, she spoke in a voice barely above a whisper, telling him all he needed to know. He dropped the letter, but the name still screamed out at them, even from the floor.
"Lindsey E. Strauss"