Author's Note: So I started a new fic. I had this idea and needed to write about it!

Summary:

Lucas Scott had it all, a best-selling novel, a fiancee he loved, and an unborn daughter. One night the love of his life, Brooke Davis, went into labor. 70 hours later, their little girl came into the world...but Brooke didn't make it. It's been six years, and his brother Nathan is trying desperately to get him to move on. One night he meets a beautiful blonde stranger at a bar. Their one night stand ends on a sour note, and Lucas plans on forgetting about her. But what does destiny have in store for the two of them?

Chapter One: Gotta Let Go Sooner Or Later

"Come on Luke...loosen up." Lucas Scott sat at the bar with his brother, not really wanting to be out at all.

"You expect me to loosen up? How? I can't believe I let you talk me into leaving Corrie with Rachel!" Nathan sighed and motioned to the bartender, ordering a shot of tequila.

"First of all, Rachel is good with kids, believe it or not. Second of all, it's time for you to get back out there. It's been almost 6 years Luke...you gotta move past it." Nathan said, handing the shot to him. Lucas downed the shot and adjusted his shoulders, loosening his tie.

"I'll show you loosened up...I'll be the loosest guy in here." he muttered, ordering another shot, slinging it back.

"That a boy! Now go hit on some girls man!" To both of their surprise, Lucas stood up and started walking around the bar. "His fiancee died a while back...I'm trying to get him to move past it." Nathan told the bartender, who was giving him a weird look.

"Do you really think a bar is the best place to get him back in the field? I mean, it's not like any of these girls will remember him in the morning."

"What's your name? Owen is it?" he asked, squinting as he tried to read the guys name tag. "This is exactly what he needs. A meaningless hook up." Owen just smirked and shook his head.

"Hookups are never meaningless." Nate raised an eyebrow.

"You are probably the weirdest person I've ever met. I'm not understanding your logic here...how is a random hookup not meaningless?"

"Man, slim pickings." Lucas said, interrupting, sitting down next to Nathan.

"There has to be someone in here." he replied, turning around so he was looking out at the crowd. "What about the blonde headed this way?" he asked, turning back around. "She looks like she'd be your type...talk to her." The girl sat down at the bar and ordered an apple martini. She set a sketchbook down on the bar and Lucas glanced over at it. There was a big red NOFX sticker on the front.

"That's me inside your head." he said to her after a few moments.

"What?" she questioned, looking over at him.

"NOFX...that's me inside your head. It's the lyrics to-."

"I know the song."

"I'm Lucas. Lucas Scott."

"Peyton Sawyer." It was obvious to Lucas that this girl wasn't very talkative, and was definitely used to having guys hit on her. "Thanks." she said, sending the bartender a smile when he handed her her drink.

"You must be really used to this...guys hitting on you in bars."

"Just a bit. But hey, if you're pretty, guys will hit on you."

"A little cocky aren't we?" he asked with a smirk. "I never said I was hitting on you because of your looks."

"Then why were you hitting on me? My superb intellect? Or do I give off some vibe that you totally dig?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly trying not to laugh.

"I guess it's your arrogance. And the fact that you can't hold your liquor." he teased.

"How do you know I can't hold my liquor?" she questioned, leaning closer to him.

"Because you ordered an apple martini." he said with a shrug. "Anyone who orders an apple martini, can't handle the hard liquors."

"Oh I can handle my liquor thank you. Probably even better than you Mr. Scott."

"Care to make a bet on that?"

"Alright...what were you thinking?"

"We'll see who can handle the most liquor...if I win, we go back to my place." Peyton smiled and nodded her head.

"Okay, and what if I win?"

"If you win, we'll go back to your place." Usually Peyton wasn't the type to flirt back with guys who tried to pick her up at bars, but Lucas seemed different.

"It's a bet." she said, holding her hand out to him.

"Alright." he said proudly, shaking her hand. "First rounds on me." Lucas ordered two shots of tequila, and two shots of vodka. "Good luck." he said, raising one of the small glasses to his lips.

"Save your good luck. You'll need it more than me." she replied with a wink, quickly gulping down the tequila, chasing it with the vodka. She shook her head roughly at the shock. Maybe the bet wasn't such a good idea, she hadn't had straight up hard alcohol in quite some time. Being a teacher didn't allow her much drinking time.

"We should probably get to know each other a little bit. We can ask each other questions while we drink." he suggested. "Pick your poison." They could just get sent continuous shots of the same alcohol all night.

"I'll stick with the vodka." she decided. It was a lot easier for her to handle than tequila.

"Two shots of vodka, and keep 'em coming." he told the bartender before turning back to face Peyton.

"So, how old are you?"

"24. You?"

"24 actually." he replied, taking the shot.

"What do you do for a living? Oh wait, let me guess...you're a big shot lawyer." she asked.

"God no. Why did you guess that?"

"Well...not many guys come to bars in suits and ties unless they're some hotshot lawyer, or some other ridiculously important person." she replied, taking her shot as well.

"There is such a thing as dressing up Peyton. But no, I'm an author, and I own a chain of bookstores. Lame I know."

"No, that's not lame Luke." she said, her hand resting on his arm. "That's a good steady job. Most guys are stuck working at small corporations praying they'll get a promotion." she added with a laugh. Peyton looked into his eyes and neither of them said a word. Then she realized that she was touching him and pulled back. "Sorry." she said softly, thankful for the kind of dark atmosphere of the bar, he couldn't see her blushing profusely.

"Don't be." he said quietly, smiling at her. She was really beautiful, and Lucas was a bit nervous. He hadn't really been attracted to anyone after Brooke died. There had been the normal thinking girls were attractive, but no want to talk to them, or date at all. He didn't want to betray Brooke, but he was tired of being alone. "What about you? What do you do for a living?"

"I teach. It doesn't pay the best but I love kids." She also taught because she didn't have any children of her own, and was pretty sure kids weren't in her immediate future. Her last boyfriend, Julian, had cheated on her with some model turned actress. They had been dating for about 4 years, so Peyton pretty much swore off men and relationships. But something about Lucas was getting to her. He was possibly the most gorgeous man she had ever seen, but they had met in a bar...was that any way to start something real? Probably not. So Peyton didn't expect much.

"Damn, if we had teachers like you back when I was in school, I would have gone to school a hell of a lot more." Lucas said with a smirk. Peyton laughed and took another shot.

"A little cheesy Scott, but thanks." she replied, smiling at him. She ran a hand through her curls, fanning her face lightly. "I think you might win this bet." she told him seriously. "Is it hot in here or is it just me?"

"It's a bit warm in here, but you are very hot." he said. He was pretty good with the cheesy compliments and pickup lines, but he meant what he said, and most girls thought it was cute. She just smiled and downed another shot.

"It's gonna be a long night." The night continued on and Peyton and Lucas continued to down shot after shot. At this rate, they both felt like they were going to drink themselves into a coma.

"I give up! You my friend win!" Peyton exclaimed, setting her empty shot glass upside down on the bar. "If I drink anymore, I'll either puke, or pass out. Maybe both."

"I win. I knew you wouldn't be able to out drink me Sawyer." he teased, a wide grin on his face. Maybe Tomorrow started playing and Peyton jumped up from the stool, almost falling down but managing to keep herself standing.

"I love this song!! Come dance with me!" She grabbed his hands and pulled him onto the small dance floor.

"Just warning you...I'm not the greatest dancer." he whispered in her ear.

"That's okay...I'll teach you." she whispered back. Peyton started dancing, her hands resting up on his shoulders, pressing her body into his. She moved up and down slowly, turning around so her back was to him. Lucas's hands gripped her waist, pulling her back so she was flush against him. Her body moved to the music, her hands in her hair, then reaching back and running down his legs. Lucas slid his mouth down a bit, his lips landing on her neck, placing a soft kiss on the nape. Peyton felt shivers run through her body, and she turned around so she was facing him. Her lips crashed into his, moving slowly and sensually against his. Within moments his tongue was in her mouth, fighting with her for ultimate control. He won, exploring her mouth, his tongue brushing against hers every now and then. Their bodies stopped moving to the music, and they stood there, her arms wrapping around his neck, his hands at her waist, his thumb brushing against the smooth material of her dress. They finally pulled away when they needed some oxygen, but there faces were still close, their lips inches apart. They looked into each others eyes, amazed that this was happening. "Let's go back to your place." she whispered. Lucas nodded his head, sliding his hand into Peyton's. He quickly glanced around but Nathan was nowhere to be found. They walked outside and Lucas sighed. They had both been drinking like crazy, and Nathan had brought him here.

"We're gonna have to take a taxi." he told her, pulling out his cellphone. He quickly dialed and got a cab. They stood outside, waiting, their hands connected.

"It's so cold out here." she said quietly, shivering. He took off the jacket to his suit and slid it onto her shoulders.

"I can warm you up." he whispered, pulling her close to him and recapturing her lips with his. The kiss was gentler, more passionate and softer. A continuous press of his mouth to hers. They pulled apart when a pair of high beams shined on them. It was their taxi. They climbed in and Lucas gave the driver the address. "Step on it." he told him, smiling softly at Peyton. And step on it he did. Within about five minutes they were at Lucas' house. He paid the fare and helped her out, leading her into his house. As soon as the door shut behind them, their mouths reconnected. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs securely around his waist. He stumbled up the stairs, pressing his hand firmly against the wall to keep his balance. The door to his bedroom was already partially open so he just kicked it open all the way with his foot. He tossed her lightly onto his bed and pulled off his tie, kicking off his shoes and climbing on top of her. She slid her heels off, letting them fall to the floor. She pulled his lips down to hers and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His hands slid under her dress, moving it up her body in an effort to slip it over her head. She helped him and he pulled the dress over her head, tossing it aside. He pulled away from her for a moment, to look at her. "My god you're beautiful." he mumbled, leaning down and pressing soft kisses on her stomach, making a trail back up to her mouth. Her hands slid his shirt off his shoulders, running over his bare chest and his broad back. She hastily reached for the button on his pants, taking them off quickly.

"God Luke..." she mumbled against his lips. He reached over to the bedside table, and rummaged for a condom. Peyton shoved his boxers down, her fingertips brushing against him, causing him to moan. "I need you." she whispered. He ripped open the condom wrapper, fumbling as he slid it onto himself. Lucas wasted no time and thrusted himself into her. Moans twisted together, filling the room. Their bodies moved together as one, slow, sensual. It was perfect to say the least. It was brief, but sweet. Lucas collapsed next to her after they came together, unable to hold himself above her anymore. They were both breathing heavily, a sheet loosely draped over them. They turned on their sides so they were facing each other. He leaned forward and kissed her softly.

"Sweet dreams Peyton." he whispered, pulling her close to him.

"Goodnight Lucas Scott." she whispered, cuddling close to him, letting her head rest against his warm chest. They lay together, their limbs intertwined, both of them knowing that this hadn't been some meaningless one night stand. Peyton woke up the next morning, her head pounding, a pair of muscular arms encircling her waist. She looked over at Lucas and smiled. She had a vague recollection of last night. What she remembered most was how amazing he had been in bed, and how sweet he had been to her at the bar. She sat up slowly, trying not to wake him up. She looked next to her, seeing a couple pictures. Peyton looked back to Lucas and then picked up the pictures. One was of him and a little girl, the frame said 'I love my daddy'. He was a father? The other picture was of a brunette, who was very pregnant. 'Oh god, oh god. He's a dad? And he has a girlfriend? Hell she could be his wife for all I know! Oh my god... I can't believe I slept with him.' she thought to herself. She stood up and got dressed, sliding on her shoes.

"Hey. Where are you going?" Lucas asked, ignoring the fierce pounding in his head. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

"You have a kid?! And a girlfriend? Or what, fiancee? Wife?! I can't believe you. You, Lucas Scott, are a cheating pig!" she exclaimed, turning and hurrying out of his room. Lucas sat up in bed, running a hand over his face. He noticed the pictures were now laying down on the table. She had seen them.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, chucking the pillow at the wall, knocking down a framed award. She had left before he had a chance to explain. He wanted to go after her, but knew that wasn't the best idea. So, he would forget about her, think of her as some one night stand gone horribly wrong. But, fate had a completely different plan.

A/N: Here's chapter one, it took me forever to write so I hope you like it. R&R!!