Ok- so there really isn't any meaning to this what so ever, just a drivel of fluffy banter that I had way too much fun writing!

Peyton crosses her arms and lets out a puff of air, standing awkwardly as Brooke assesses her appearance.

'No I don't think white' The brunette dismisses. She was currently sprawled out on her best friend's bed, surrounded by an assortment of lingerie.

'What?' Peyton frowns wearily. 'Brooke I only got white- I can only wear white under my dress otherwise it will show' She's slowly loosing the will to live, surely it can't be that hard to find some sexy, yet modest underwear.

'Honey there's white, and white white and there's off white' The fashion Mogul says nonchalantly. 'Here, try this one, it's more cream than white' She hands a frowning Peyton another box and shoves her in the direction of the bathroom. 'Go on'

'I'm tired Brooke'

'Peyton Sawyer, you asked for my opinion. Do you want it or not?'

The blonde considers her for a moment. She's not quite sure how she's suddenly acquired a personal fashion stylist. She adores Brooke but after being bossed about for the last six hours, her patience is beginning to wither. 'This is the last one I'm trying and then I'm getting a coffee' She grumbles, stomping off to change.

Brooke smiles successfully. She was in her element and had been all morning. As a fashion designer she'd taken it upon herself to make Peyton's wedding dress and as far as she was concerned, that also meant helping her best friend decide what was to be worn beneath the dress on her special day.

'Ok, what do you think?' The bathroom door clicks open and the blonde appears in a simple yet elegant off white ensemble, with stockings and garter.

'Woah' Brooke's eyes trail up her slender body and she claps her hands together in delight. 'Sexy lady' She grins.

Peyton blushes, turning to look in the full length mirror. 'You think this is the one?'

She nods enthusiastically 'It shouts- I'm a classy, just married, innocent virgin' She decides with a glint in her eyes.

Peyton giggles like a school girl and shakes her head. 'I don't think there's anything I can wear that will make Luke think that'

Brooke looks at her mischievously. 'Maybe there is' She smirks. 'It's twelve weeks till the wedding, why not go all Virgin Mary on him?'

'Not have sex?' Peyton's eyebrows shoot up.

'Yeah'

'I think I'd find that near impossible'

'After rebound boy, you went a whole friggin year and a half without getting any' Brooke argues. 'Which, by the way, is still incomprehensible to me'

'Only because rebound boy made me realise that the only person I wanted and ever will want is Lucas. No one can ever compare to him' She says dreamily. 'And being with Luke without actually physically being with Luke would be like torture' She scowls at the thought.

'Okay' Brooke drones. 'Excuse me while I just go throw up'

Peyton's cheeks redden. 'Sorry but I just don't think I'd be able to help myself'

'Just think about how he'll be longing to touch you' She says lowly. 'It will be ten times more passionate and intense. Besides, I'm sure you'll take great pleasure in tormenting him for the next twelve weeks' Brooke says coyly.

'Taunting Luke' Peyton smiles to herself. 'That does sound kinda fun'

'Uhuh'

'And I guess it would make it more special'

'Totally'

'I don't know, I doubt Lucas will be that impressed'

'Meh' Brooke shrugs. 'He'll do anything for you...Tell you what' She holds up a white corset with black lace that had been put to one side after being cast as too kinky. 'Wear this one tonight and make sure it's one hell of a night to remember because girly, tomorrow you are officially a reborn virgin!'

Lucas closes his eyes, inhaling heavily. He's not felt this nervous in some time. Tonight, after being suspended for ten games, he was being reinstated as Coach of the Ravens. He knows his future as their mentor, depends on this evening, he has to prove he isn't going to let them down again, he has to prove he takes this responsibility seriously.

Peyton watches him tap his pen against the pad in front of him. He's sucking on the inside of his cheek and his eyes are squinted in thought. She can see from here that he's got several game plans jotted down and she can also see her name scrawled several times in the right hand corner, followed by his surname, soon to be their surname. She smiles softly.

'Knock knock'

Lucas' gaze jolts up from his desk. She's leaning against the door frame, hand on hip and donning a seductive smile. He looks her up and down appreciatively, she's wearing a black coat that falls to her knees and her stocking covered legs suggest she's wearing a dress underneath that he's more than eager to see.

'Hey you' He greets.

'Hey Coach' She walks into the room and closes the door, heels sounding against the hard floor.

He smiles uneasily.

'How's the nerves?'

'I'm ok' He brushes off. She gives him a sceptical look and he instantly caves. 'Scared' He admits bashfully. 'I really don't want to screw this up again and more importantly I can't let the team down' He lets out in one breath.

'Baby' She walks across his office and shimmies her way between his legs, leaning back against the old oak desk. 'You're going to do great. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.'

He nods uncertainly.

'I promise' She smiles with wide green eyes and he laughs.

'Thanks Peyt.'

'You're welcome Mr Scott' She tilts her head forward and pecks his lips. He gazes at her lovingly, just her presence is enough to calm his nerves 'What?' She questions his lingering stare.

'You look beautiful' He says softly. She looks down and his smile widens. She's so cute when she's embarrassed.

'You don't look so bad yourself' She responds, fiddling with his baby blue tie.

'Your hair's curly' She's worn it straighter lately and although he likes it, he feels nostalgic, seeing her with tight curls. It reminds him of a teenage Peyton. 'You look like you did when you were a cheery cheerleader' He teases.

'Funny' She mutters sarcastically.

'I like it'

'What? My hair or me being a cheerleader?'

'Both'

She shakes her head but smiles.

'You still got that?'

'What?'

'Your cheer-leading outfit?' He rubs her knee.

'Maybe' She indulges him.

'Hm' He wiggles his eyebrows, pupils expanding with sudden lust as he envisions her in her Raven's uniform. 'Maybeyou could be my cheerleader'

'Hm...maybe not' She grins.

'Why not?' He whines.

She sighs dramatically. 'Well baby, I don't think the Coach gets their own personal cheerleader, they're generally for the team. I mean, look at when we were in high school, you guys certainly wouldn't have won the championship if it wasn't for our hard work and dedication, our well thought out, skillful routines and love and support' She says seriously.

He resists the urge to laugh. 'Yeah, I can see how standing around in your skimpy outfits with your pom poms is real hardwork'

She hits him playfully. 'I don't think you'll live to see another cheerleader if you let Brooke Davis hear you say that' She forewarns. 'Besides, I'll have you know it's not as easy as it looks'

'Sure babe. I'll tell you what's difficult- trying to concentrate on winning a game when you, Peyton Sawyer, are dancing around on the side lines with your chickeny legs on display'

She shoots him a perfected glower.

'Hey I'm not complaining though' He puts his hands in the air. 'I love your chickeny legs' Her mouth soon twitches, a smile daring to show. He places a hand either side of her. 'And I love you'

'You're such a dork'

'A dork you love?'

Her eyes roll back. 'A dork I love' She cups his face.

'So, if I don't get the loving affections of a cheerleader, what does the poor Coach get?'

'He gets a sexy fiancee' She enlightens him.

'Well I guess that will have to do' He shuffles his wheelie chair impossibly closer and leans up to leave a lingering kiss on her awaiting lips.

'Mm' He moans, pulling back with a smirk. 'So, sexy fiancee, how was your day of wedding fun with Brooke?'

'Good' She laughs. 'Tiring, but good. She's nearly finished my dress and then she helped me pick out some lingerie' She kinks an eyebrow.

'Lingerie huh?' His voice is suddenly hoarse.

'Mhm' She nods. 'For our wedding night'

'For our wedding night' He repeats. 'That's, that's er...good'

'Uhuh...and well I went a little overboard' She informs him slowly. His forehead creases. He doesn't know where she's going with this but she's got his undivided attention. 'I couldn't decide' She stands up right, pushing his chair back a little. Her hands fall to the belt at her waist and his gaze immediately fixates on her fingers that are pulling the strap through the loops. Next, she undoes the four fastened buttons. Suddenly the material parts and his breath catches in the back of his throat as creamy flesh greets his eyes.

'Peyt' His head jerks up to see her flirtatious smile. She drops her shoulders, letting the coat whisper back onto his desk. He gulps audibly. She's right in front of him in nothing but her underwear. A white satin corset with black lace edging pushes her chest up and matching panties hug her hips. His gaze drifts up and down her, his mouth watering as he takes in the black stockings and heels that complete her look.

'I thought you might like a little preview' Her voice rasps.

'Fucking Christ Peyt'

She smirks, biting her bottom lip as she slowly walks two paces forward.

'You like?'

His eyes are glancing between her and the door. 'God yes...' He briefly thinks this isn't the best time or place for them to be doing this but before he can voice his concerns, her legs are sliding over his and she's in his lap.

'I know you've been stressed about tonight. I thought maybe I could help you relax' Her hand drifts to his crotch and he throws his head back. 'What do you think?' She whispers.

'I have the sexiest fiancee in the world'

She smiles. 'Good answer' Her voice is sultry and he nearly looses it then and there. She loosens his tie, skillfully freeing the first few buttons of his shirt.

Her hips rock against him and her clever lips dance across his neck. 'Mmm' His eyes drift half closed and his mouth is gaping open, dumbstruck by this unexpected turn of events.

'Coach, Coa....'

Lucas' every muscle locks tight.

Peyton's head snaps round, her eyes bulging as she takes in five teenage boys standing in his office doorway, jaws dropped. 'Oh god' She buries her head in his neck, completely mortified.

'Nice one coach'

Lucas jolts out of his state of embarrassment, anger pulsing through him as he notices them blatantly eying Peyton up. 'OUT. All of you. OUT'

'Sure coach, take you're time' Number 5 responds, followed by jeers and wolf whistles from his fellow team mates.

The door clatters shut and Lucas shakes his head, his cheeks beetroot red.

She's still pressed against him and it's only moments until his hands are gripping her forearms, pushing her back. 'Peyton' His shoulders square.

She knows by his tone that he's asking her to get up. She cautiously lifts herself off of him, watching him sheepishly.

He wrestles himself to a standing position, his hands leaning on his desk for support. His pants are painfully tight and his face twists in discomfort.

'You want me to...?' She eyes his hard on.

'No' He barks. 'I just, I need a couple of minutes'

'I'm sorry' She offers gently.

He lets out a shaky breath before his body swivels around to face her. 'I've only just been reinstated and then the team walk in on me with you. What does that say Peyt?'

'Sorry' She mutters. 'I just thought-'

'You thought wrong. Just...' He blindly reaches for her jacket. 'Just put this on and go and sit down with Hales' He thrusts it into her arms, avoiding looking directly at her. 'And do not take it off again.' He growls sternly.

She sighs. 'Luke-'

'Just go'

'But-'

'Now' His voice breaks into a shout and she instantly recoils, her jaw tightening in anger.

'You don't have to be such a jackass' She cries, spinning on her heels and storming from the office.

'Congratulations big brother'

Lucas can't help but grin. He's elated.

They won.

'Thanks Nate' He gives his brother a short hug.

'I was just speaking to the board- they said they're more than willing to forget the little incident a few months ago. Judging by how well the team played tonight, they reckon they can't make it without you' Nathan claps him on the shoulder.

Lucas relaxes with a great sigh, his body swaying slightly with relief. He can't have wished for a better out come. His stare trails across the gym. Haley, Jamie and Peyton are the only people occupying the now empty bleachers.

'What's up with blondie?' Nathan hesitantly asks. 'She wasn't in the best of moods at the start of the game'.

Lucas scratches his wide forehead and lets out a disgruntled sound. 'I snapped at her. She came into my office before the game wanting to wish me good luck'

'And you snapped at her?' He chortles.

'She wasn't wearing anything' Lucas defends. 'Well apart from this, this corset thing' He stutters, finding a sudden interest in his fingernails.

'Nice' Nathan nods. 'Hang on... and you had a go at her because?' He asks, confusion apparent on his face.

'Half the freaking team walked in and she was on top of me and...' A crimson blush creeps up from his collar.

Nathan breaks into laughter.

'I'm glad you find it funny. It wasn't it the slightest bit funny' Lucas admonishes.

'From my perspective- pretty funny'

'Peyton?' Jamie slides from his seat, moving to the bleacher below and looking up at the blonde.

'Yeah kido?'

'Are you going to be my aunt when you marry Uncle Lucas?'

'Well' Peyton pauses 'I guess'

'That's cool'

'I guess it is kinda awesome huh?'

'Real awesome' Haley chips in.

'Mum don't say awesome' Jamie pleads.

'Your Aunt Peyton just said it' The brunette argues.

'Peyton's cool though'

'And I'm not?' She crosses her arms.

'Sorry Hales, I just radiate coolness' Peyton shrugs indifferently.

'I'm cool' The young mother claims.

'Mumma, Peyton is like a rock star' Jamie discloses the subject.

'Okay, I wouldn't say that baby James. Your Mumma's the one with the voice, I just put her on the stage- she's the real star' Peyton says modestly.

'But you dress cool'

'I do dress cool' Peyton smirks.

Haley snorts. 'Yeah, really, really cool and I'm sure the whole team would agree'

Peyton's confident smile vanishes and she wraps her arms around herself, suddenly feeling rather naked and wishing she'd not shared her earlier mishap with her smug friend. 'Remind me to never talk to you about anything, again' She mutters.

'Mumma I'm going to go see Daddy' Jamie announces, disinterested with the adults conversation.

'Ok honey' Haley watches him run across the gym, waiting until he was safely in his father's arms before resuming her attention to a sulking Peyton. 'Oh come on, Luke was just stressed. Seriously, he's going to come over here in a minute and I'm going to leave and you two are going to make up and I'm pretty sure that jacket will be coming off'

'You didn't see his face Haley, he looked at me like I was a slut' She hisses quietly.

Haley sighs. 'I'm sure he was just embarrassed and anyway, here he comes right now'

'Don't you dare get up and leave me' Peyton orders, frantically gripping her friend's hand.

Haley rolls her eyes, getting to her feet and tugging her arm back.

'Hey Hales' Lucas smiles.

'Best friend' She hugs him. 'You did great tonight, I'm so, so proud of you'

'Thanks and thanks for being here, it means a lot.' His gaze drifts to a quiet Peyton. 'Hales can you give us a sec?'

'Sure, I'm going to get my boys home.' She squeezes Peyton's shoulder. 'I'll call you guys tomorrow'

Peyton nods. 'Yeah, see you'

Lucas sinks down beside her.

They're silent.

They watch the young family interact on the other side of the court. Jamie's on his father's shoulders and Haley's hand is entwined with her husbands. Laughter echos and with a small departing wave sent in their direction the gyms suddenly empty.

'So, are you not talking to me now?' Lucas finally asks.

'Congratulations on being officially reinstated as Coach of the Ravens. I had no doubt that you could do it' She rises to her feet. 'I'm going to stay at Brooke's tonight' She has no intention of doing so, but figures it'll speed up his apology.

'Peyt' He catches her arm, turning her back to me. 'Come on, don't do that. I'm sorry I snapped at you'

She looks at him with contempt for a long minute before she concedes. 'It's fine' Her lips quirk at the corners. 'I was stupid. It was stupid.'

'No, no it wasn't.'

'You think I'm a slut'

'What? No' He lets out a long breath.

'I just wanted to surprise you'

'I know' He gingerly places his hands on her hips. 'It was the best surprise ever' He promises. 'It's just I was nervous about the game and then when the boys came in I thought that it would probably get back to the board and then they'd be no chance of me coaching again and most of all I was mad because they interrupted us' He finishes. 'And I, I wanted you so bad' He mutters.

She tries not to look at him but her eyes keep slipping back to his face.

He trails his thumb over her bottom lip. 'I'm sorry'

His apology is cut short when the changing room doors open and the squeak of trainers sound against the gym floor. 'Hey coach'

Lucas groans. 'Guys' He mumbles, eyes narrow at the smirks on all of the teams faces.

'Sorry are we interrupting something?'

'No' He rubs the back of his neck.

'Well done boys, you all played really great tonight' Peyton forces a bright smile.

'Shouldn't you all be getting home. School's in the morning' Lucas quickly states, wanting to avoid any snide remarks aimed at his fiancee.

'Er, yeah' The nearest player mumbled, currently distracted, ogling at Peyton.

'Jarrad' Lucas mutters. 'Hey- I'm over here' He urges the seventeen year old to look at him.

'Huh?'

'Ok. All of you, that's enough.' Lucas warns. 'Stop imagining her naked.' Peyton's quick to drop her head onto his shoulder. 'Go on. All of you go home' The group slowly make their way out of the gym, not before eying the blushing blonde one last time. 'Great, you're the whole teams fantasy girl'

Peyton stifles a laugh. 'No I'm not... Why? are you jealous Lucas Scott?'

'No. I just don't want them gawking over you and imagining you when they're jerking off'

Peyton raises her brow. 'Nice' She responds sarcastically, turning her nose up in disgust.

'I can't believe they're all so crude. I was never like that'

Peyton snorts. 'Baby you were the good boy. I assure you that the rest of the team were just like them'

'No they-'

'Do I need to remind you that I dated a cocky Nathan Scott'

'Don't remind me' He cringes. Even though it was years ago, when they were just kids, he still doesn't even like to joke about her having been with his brother. 'You know I think you should wear a long sleeved top and trousers at the next game, maybe a turtle neck.'

'Okay, now you're over reacting' She scoffs.

'You didn't hear the bunch of teenagers perving over you in the locker room'

'What?' She exhales with a laugh.

'And apparently you're now their official lucky mascot, we didn't win the game because of my coaching and their skills, Oh no' he rants. 'It's because of Miss Sawyer'

She grins 'I can be their lucky mascot if they want'

'No- you're mine, and mine only' He corrects, a twinkle in his eye.

'Is that so?'

'Uhuh' He takes her hand. 'You do know I couldn't have got through tonight without you right? Cause I couldn't and even after I shouted at you, you stayed' He rambles. 'So... thank you'

'I'm never leaving you Lucas Scott'

He grins. 'Come on, I need to lock up and then we can get out of here' He leads her into the locker room.

'I always wanted to come in here'

'You've never been in the boys locker room?'

'Nope'

'Even with Brooke Davis as your best friend?' He feigns shock.

'What can I say? I was the good girl'

He snickers.

'I wasss' She protests.

He locks the door joining to the gym. 'Sure you were. Come on goldielocks' He calls, walking toward his office.

'Hang on, which one was yours?' She glances around inquisitively.

'This one' He taps the end locker. She trails her finger over the blue enamel paint, smiling fondly. 'You wanna see something special?' He stands behind her, one hand on her waist, the other on the lock. He turns the dial a couple of times and the door springs open.

A jersey's been stuffed carelessly inside along with a water bottle and a few loose coins.

'Luke, it's someone elses now, you can't just rummage through their things' She whispers softly.

'I'm sure Jarrad won't mind' He informs her. 'Here' He drums his knuckles against the inside of the door. She averts her attention, inspecting the markings scored into the rusty surface.

LP - True Love Always

'Aw Luke' She murmurs, twirling round to face him.

'I did that after we won the championship.' He smirks. 'See, I wasn't the good boy'

'No, such a rebel, graffiting school property' She teases, orbs of green widening dramatically.

He chuckles. 'Yeah and don't you forget it'

She rests her head onto his shoulder with a laugh. 'Aw baby, look at you trying to be all hard'

'I am hard' He straightens his back and sticks his chest out. Peyton bites her lip, looking up at him with sceptical eyes. 'I am, I could take any of the guys'

'Maybe Mouth' She provokes a frown onto his face.

'I punched Julian didn't I?' He states all too proudly.

'Yes you did' She pats his cheek.

He tilts his head back, looking down the ridge of his nose at her. 'You know Missy...' He lets his hands graze up her sides, halting at the first button on her coat. 'I'd stop being so condescending if I were you'

She swallows, trying to hydrate her suddenly dry mouth. He presses her back against the row of lockers, slowly unfastening her coat.

'I thought you said I wasn't allowed to take it off again?'

'I changed my mind' He answers simply.

She suddenly feels weak at the knees. His eyes are on hers as he pushes the obstructing material down her arms, pupils turning midnight black.

She shivers.

He smirks at the obvious affect he has on her, she's no longer got that mocking glint in her eyes, instead her expression is serious, anticipating his next move.

His gaze leaves her face, shadowing the rest of her body. He's still baffled as to how he's ended up with someone so perfect.

His finger trails over the teasing strip of creamy flesh below her corset and she releases a shuddering breath.

'Kiss me' She mewls.

He buries his other hand in her locks, angling her head backward.

She's trying to connect their mouth's but he's got that stupid smug smile on his face and he's keeping his lips at a breath away.

'Suddenly... it was as if the roar of the crowd, the echo of the final buzzer, the cheers of my team mates, were all sounding from a thousand miles away' His voice rumbles against her cheek. Her orbs of green expand and she swallows. Her body melts, his words stirring deep within her. He bends his leg against her, supporting her unstable form before continuing his well perfected recital. 'And what remained in that bazaar, muffled silence... was only Peyton, the girl, whose art and passion and beauty had changed my life' His voice is getting progressively lower. 'And in that moment, my triumph was not a state championship, but, a moment of clarity' He nuzzles his nose into her neck. '...the realisation that we had always been meant for each other...' She gasps, her hands crawling up his back and weaving into his hair '...and every instinct to the contrary had simply been a denial of the following truth... I was now and always be, in love with Peyton Sawyer' He finishes in a whisper.

She's rendered speechless. She can't stifle the murmur that sounds at the back of her throat. She's deeply moved. She doesn't think he's aware of exactly what those words mean to her. Every time she hears it, reads it, her heart soars. It's what got her through their years apart. He's never directly spoken it to her before though, which makes this moment even more meaningful.

He drops his forehead to hers, his thumb catches a tear that's trailing down her cheek. 'Hey, I didn't mean to make you cry'

'They're happy tears' She musters with a small smile. 'I love you too'

He drops his lips to hers and she more than eagerly responds.

Tongues intertwine. Teeth graze lips. Breaths become short.

It becomes heated in a matter of seconds. They've been worked up for the last few hours so it's no wonder they're longing for each other.

She unbuckles his belt with ease, snaps the zip open and jerks his pants and boxers down to the floor.

Hunger fuels him, he abruptly lifts her up.

She gasps in surprise, bracing herself against the cold lockers.

So help him god, if someone walks in this time he doesn't care, the whole basket ball team could intrude on them and he wouldn't stop. He's past the point of caring.

He can't prevent the laugh that resounds from the back of his throat as he looks at her frowning. She's got his tie off but she can't undo his shirt fast enough.

He's not the least bit surprised when his buttons scatter to the floor a second later.

'Someone's impatient' He mutters.

She ignores his remark, she needs him now and nothing is going to stop her.

Apparently he feels the same way, because only a moment later he's pushing her panties to one side and sliding into her.

It's fast, intense and above all passionate.

Her fingers are grasping the collar of his gaping shirt, pulling him closer.

In spite of their haphazard, yet erotic rhythm, he manages to get the first few clasps of her corset open. A hand slides beneath the material and brushes tantalizingly over a breast, only sending her pleasure to new heights.

The end is approaching.

He thrusts into her a few more times and drops a hand between them, his fingers skillfully tracing a pattern over that sensitive spot.

Her mouth opens in a perfect "o" shape, he grunts in her ear and then they're coming, both ablaze and trembling.

They stay that way for a few long minutes. Relishing in the warm afterglow and the way they fit so perfectly.

She's only semi aware when he turns and lowers them to the floor.

Her head's buried in his neck and she's still reeling from her orgasm.

'It seems the underwear had the desired effect, you couldn't even wait long enough to undress me' She exhales.

'I couldn't wait? Baby you were the one ripping my trousers off' He retorts.

She giggles.

'Is it any wonder? You're the one feeding me lines from your book- I can't function when you're saying things like that' She lifts her head to look at him directly.

'That's good to know' He leans back against the row of lockers, an eyebrow kinked. 'I'll be sure to keep that in mind for the future' He ensures, brushing a curl behind her ear.

She hits his shoulder lightly.

'Seriously though Peyt, that was amazing' He presses a kiss to the side of forehead.

'Mm it was' She agrees, laying her head on his chest. 'Which is good...cause I'm afraid that's all you're going to be getting for a while'

'What?' He looks down at her.

'Well you see I've been thinking...' She trails off.

'About?'

'Well, you know some people believe in that whole no sex before marriage thing'

'Damn, I don't think we qualify, I'm pretty sure we've both had sex baby'

She cranes her head up and rolls her eyes 'You dork'

He chuckles.

'It's just, I was thinking it might be kinda fun if we don't'

'Don't what?' His eyes narrow.

'Have sex'

'Don't have sex?'

'Yeah. If we don't have sex again till our wedding night'

He grins but his smile soon falters when he realises she's being dead serious. 'That doesn't sound fun in the slightest' He whines.

'But it will make it more special' She reasons.

'It's three whole freaking months away' He moans. 'Are you trying to kill me?'

'It won't be so bad'

'Won't be so bad? Babe, I can't keep my hands off you for that long'

'Well you're going to have to' She declares. 'Because I will not be participating in any sexual activities from tomorrow until we're officially married' She resists the urge to laugh at his horrified expression. 'Besides it will bring us even closer'

'Peyt, I can't get any closer than being inside you'

'God you're such a guy'

'Your guy' He winks. 'The guy you want to please for the rest of our long lives and you wanna know what would really satisfy me? If we had sex, everyday for the next twelve weeks' He enlightens her with a mischievous wink.

'Not gonna happen. You'll thank me in the long run'

'You know what? It's fine cause you're not going to be able to resist me'

She smiles, linking her hands round his neck. 'Luke, I just want it to be special' She says softly. 'I look at Hales, and she's only ever been with Nate. She waited until she was in love and I just, I wish I had. I was fifteen and a stupid kid that just wanted to get it over with and it was horrible. I wish it had been with you. I wish you'd not been with anyone else.'

His eyes darken and he swallows.

'Don't you wish that?'

'Yeah' He mutters hoarsely, the thought of her as being completely untouched is nothing but a turn on. 'But' He musters 'Even though I've been with other girls, you baby, are the only one I've ever been in love with'

'Likewise'

He strokes her flushed cheeks 'If you really want to do this, I guess it's fine by me' He says seriously. 'You're right, it will be more special'

She grins. 'Yeah?'

'Yeah'

She pecks his lips. 'Thank you'

'We can still make out though right?' He's quick to ask. If he's going to live a life of celibacy for the next twelve weeks he wants to be sure he'll at least be able to be physically close to her in some way.

'Damn right. You can kiss me as much as you like Lucas Scott'

She tilts her head closer, to demonstrate that he can indeed kiss her but he's suddenly scrambling to his feet and adjusting his clothing, giving up when he reaches his now buttonless shirt.

'What are you doing?'

He holds his hand out to her and pulls her off of the ground, grabbing her coat and directing her arms through the correct holes.

'Luke'

He doesn't speak, abruptly lifting her over his shoulder instead.

'Luke' She shrieks. 'Put me down, what're you doing?!'

'I'm taking you home Miss Sawyer. You said from tomorrow till our Wedding night, right? And I have news for you beautiful girl- we've got nine hours till sunrise and you're not going to be getting any sleep'