One Tree Hill [OTH] Peyton/Ellie
Chapter ONE of "Relatives with Benefits"
Date Written: July 26th, 2009
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"How was the game?" Ellie asked as Peyton with a smile from the dining table. "Yeah, it was okay," the blonde said unceremoniously. "Was it exciting watching the Ravens get their first win?" she asked, receiving a mute reply from Peyton. "I was there," Ellie admitted. "Well, why didn't you come say hi?" Peyton asked. "Oh, I just wanted to watch you do your thing. You were great!" she smiled.
Of everything she shared with Peyton, perhaps the most physical beauty they shared was their smile. Both women had gorgeous smiles. "Yeah, I can go pom to pom with the cheeriest," Peyton joked dramatically. "I'm serious, Peyton. You're smart, you're funny, you're beautiful; and what I can see, there's nothing that you're not good at." Peyton was taken aback; "You want something?" she asked. "Except taking compliments, apparently." That got a laugh and blush out of Peyton. "No, I'm sorry, I just… I'm not used to it," she said, pulling out a chair and sitting down.
"As I watched you tonight, I thought to myself: 'this girl has so much to offer the world... If only she could see it," Ellie told her with puffed-up, red teary eyes. "You sure you're okay?" Peyton reiterated. "Yeah, I'm fine. I, um… I came up with a possible album title, and took a shot at the cover art." She passed Peyton her sketchpad, adding; "Whadda'ya think?" Peyton nodded with that lovely smile laminating her face. "Friends with Benefit," read the cover. "I love it."
The pair sat, chatted, and laughed for a good hour and a half afterwards, about all sorts of things. School, college... Jake.
"You miss him, huh?" Ellie said, the two of them talking openly as always since they'd grown this close. "Well, sure I do. But I'm not gonna sit around and mope about it," Peyton said with a hint of hurt in her voice. "Oh, no? Seems like that's all you do," Ellie laughed and Peyton gave her a little slap on the wrists. "Shut up," Peyton laughed back.
The two lay on the bed, on their backs, batting their unorthodox playful humor with truth and honesty. Anything about everything, they discussed. "So," Ellie began, on the subject of Jake. "How was the sex?" "Ellie!" Peyton scowled, before cackling a little. "It was good," Peyton told once they settled themselves down. "We only did it the once," she added cautiously. "But all good things come to an end, right?" Peyton finished with a strained smile. One she'd grown accustomed to over the years. "So the good thing was the sex, then?" Peyton scowled again; "No. I loved Jake for Jake."
"So it wasn't his hands?" Ellie continued on, gripping Peyton by the upper half of her leg now. Instantaneously, both girls fell silent and a wave of uncertainty swept the room. A strange energy no mother/daughter duo should ever feel: a lust. "Sorry," Ellie said with a crack in her voice, moving away her now-shaking hand. "That's okay." "I didn't mean to, uh..." Both women talked at once to make the whole moment all the more awkward. Then they laughed nervously, and all that done was magnify the unease.
"Your hand's cold," Peyton spoke. "Felt good," she fluttered her eyes, a little embarrassed, before looking at Ellie with grave worry over her face. That probably came out wrong. Or right. Woah... Was Peyton hitting on her biological mom? Flirting? Or even just wanting to do so? Ellie looked into Peyton's eyes. She could feel her daughter's mind; could sense how scared she was. That truth in Peyton's eyes – that look of a deep sexual attraction was glimmering, yearning to be set free.
Or maybe not. Maybe Ellie was just imagining it. Yearning for it herself. Either way, she felt those feelings she'd hinted on in herself. She had said it earlier; Peyton was a 'smart, funny, beautiful young woman.' And Ellie had been with other women. Normally – meaning ten years ago, in her prime and engulfed in the drug world – she would have pounced on the woman and made passionate love. Difference now is she was clean, didn't feel invincible as a count of this cancer, and most importantly, this woman was her daughter. Real flesh and blood. Real taboo.
"Ellie," Peyton began, with a tear trickling down her cheek and to the pillow below. "Do you ever get lonely?" Ellie smiled at words Peyton spoke. "Of course. Chances are, even when you're with someone, most people are lonely." Peyton smiled at the older woman's words. She was so wise, so experienced, and so understanding. "Everyone's lonely, Peyton. The ones who never admit it are only hurting themselves. That's the worst thing you could do."
The words seemed kind of drastic. Over-the-top and untrue, also. The worst thing you could do is deny your personal loneliness? "Not everyone's lonely," Peyton said softly. She felt a strange duty that it was her job to defend the 'un-lonely.' "Are you lonely, Peyton?" Ellie asked, looking deeper than ever into her soul as her hands soothed in Peyton's. The younger blonde could feel her heart race that bit faster. She'd never quite felt like this before; well, not since Jake. She nodded in a trance, answering Ellie's question. "Me too," Ellie said with a smile, which Peyton returned. She let her grasp flail from Peyton's hands and sent her own down in between her legs.
"You're so beautiful, Peyton," Ellie said, feeling her clit against her jeans' material. 'Please look down, please look down,' Ellie pleaded of Peyton in her mind. If Peyton did look down, it'd be on. It would be on like Donkey Kong.
Peyton's eyes lowered to Ellie's crotch, and a blush came over her. Ellie felt her knees crumble and butterflies flutter in her stomach. 'Go for it,' she said to herself, Peyton's eyes fixated down there for a good five seconds on Ellie's hard-working hand. "Have you been with another woman before?" Ellie's breathing hardened as she felt a moment coming on. "Only myself," Peyton glanced wide-eyed into Ellie's beautiful greens, giving her the smile of an angel.
"Do you want to see mine?" Ellie bit her lips, horny as hell, and Peyton nodded like a maniac. Ellie undone the button on her jeans, zipped it down, and let her skin breath. "It's so thick," Peyton admired, caressing her fingers over Ellie's pussy lips. They were rather puffed up, and she looked loose inside there. "I've been around a bit," Ellie told. "Warm, too," Peyton smiled some more. "Can I..." Peyton glanced up at Ellie, their eyes meeting again. "Please," Ellie approved.
Peyton felt the goosebumps on her skin and the on-again-off-again shivering as she snaked her way down the bed and down Ellie's body. She landed one little kiss on the puffed sides of the older woman's cunt, then nose-grazed her slit, before finally suckling her clit. "I can't believe we're doing this. It's so wrong," Ellie groaned. She knew it shouldn't be happening, but she wasn't going to put a stop to it. And her whimpers supported that fact. "It's perfect," Peyton muffled through the clasp on Ellie's clit. "I'm beautiful, you're beautiful," she ducked her head up. "I never thought about it, but this is what I missed out on by not growing up with a mom."
Ellie was taken aback by that. She felt like scoffing 'I don't think so' so Peyton wouldn't get that rather vile thought process stuck in her head, but that could just hurt Peyton. It could trigger something that would break the poor girl down emotionally. Make her feel disgusted and ashamed, as you normally would. But Ellie didn't want to do all that. She didn't want to put Peyton through all that. This girl had been through enough as it was.
"It's okay, Peyton. I'm here now, my beautiful girl," Ellie spoke softly. As if those words gave her vitality, Peyton sprung back into crotch-diving. Now she spread Ellie's slit, placing a few tender licks as her fingers rubbed the outer regions. "I wanna taste you," Peyton drooled. Her sexual deviance was like an infection, because as soon as she 'spread' those four words, Ellie's mind ticked over to 'Taboo Land' also. "Come for me," Peyton moaned.
The taste of Ellie's inner-walls were enough of an indulgence in their own right, but still Peyton wanted more. She wanted the love of her mother in a whole new meaning of the way.