LPR: In the still of the night

A/N: Lucas and Peyton have been dating since senior year of high school. They both attend UCLA. Rachel meets Peyton in Fresher's Week. They become instant friends and are now dorm roomies.

Chapter One:

The door creaked open, Lucas was holding onto Peyton trying to get her to be quiet.

"Shhh, Rach is asleep. We don't want to wake her up. She's crankier than you if anyone disturbs her beauty sleep"

"SHU…" Lucas pressed his fingers to Peyton's lips. He looked at her pleadingly. "Fiiine" Peyton started to tip-toe in a way which was anything but discreet, humming the Mission Impossible theme to herself. Lucas couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. Peyton drunk was the funniest thing he had ever seen.

Dressed in their pyjamas, the couple crawled into bed. Usually they liked to spend the night at Luke's because he had his own room and they enjoyed the privacy. However, every once in a while, Peyton would feel bad about leaving her friend alone so they would go over to her place. They weren't that sex-crazed that a few nights without sex would kill them. Their relationship was more than that.

However, tonight was an exception.

Peyton laid her head on Lucas's chest, placing her hand on his stomach. In turn, Lucas instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer. Peyton nuzzled her head into his chest whilst absent-mindedly tracing small circles with the tips of her fingers. The alcohol was still coursing through her veins and she was still buzzed. Lowering her circles gradually, she reached the top of his boxers. Lucas could feel Peyton's actions and they made him shiver. Knowing where they were and what this was leading too, he was hesitant to give in to temptation.

"Peyt, What are you doing?

"Nothing" She whispered back innocently.

Turning his head, he glanced over at the figure asleep a few metres from them. "We can't. Rach is right over there."

"Lu-ke, she's a heavy sleeper. She's worse than me. And you know how I sleep. I could sleep through an apocalypse."

"I know" Reaching out his hand, he tilted her face towards him. Looking into her hazel-green orbs, he kissed her forehead and then gave her a quick peck on the lips. "But, you never know. She could wake up at any minute"

Yeah. Scooting her body forward, she whispered seductively in his ear "but doesn't the danger of getting caught turn you on. I know it does for me." Lucas's eyes opened up wide and before he had a chance to answer back, Peyton's lips crashed upon his, ardent with passion. He was powerless to resist the hold Peyton Sawyer had on him. The hold that had kept him mesmerized ever since the first time he saw her all those years ago.

Coming up for air, their chests heavily rising and falling.

"We have to be quiet. Deal?"

Peyton just nodded her head. Adjusting her position so that she was now straddling Lucas, grinding herself against him. He grabbed the back of her lower back and pulled himself slowly up into an upright position. Releasing his hands, he pulled her top off and lowered his head. The contact with the air had made her nipples harden. He took the hardened nub into his mouth sucking on it gently. His other hand paid attention to the other breast, tenderly massaging it. Peyton leaned her head back.

In the still of the night, Rachel opened her eyes to the darkened room. She squinted, trying to figure out the faint sounds she was hearing in her half-awake stupor. Turning over, she was greeted by a sight that made her breath quicken and her pussy instantly wet. She saw the silhouetted form of Peyton, head back, body arched, perky breasts jiggling; biting on something she couldn't quite make out as she fucked Lucas. Her eyes roamed across, finding Lucas equally absorbed in the throes, hands on Peyton's hips, thrusting himself into her.

Rachel knew that what she was about to do was going to be risky, but her moisture soaked panties were a sign that her body craved release. Slowly lowering her hand into her pyjama bottoms, careful not to make any sounds, she inserted one then two fingers. Sliding them in and out, not once taking her eyes off Peyton. It was the most erotic scene Rachel had ever witnessed.

Lucas angled Peyton's hips to increase both their pleasure, Peyton couldn't take it anymore, gripping the bunny harder, her orgasm ripped through her body causing her pussy muscles to tense up, milking Lucas for everything he had.

Lucas bit on his lip, repressing the urge to scream out. His grip on her hips relaxing as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm.

They weren't the only ones enjoying the post-coital bliss. Rachel had cum at the same time, juices leaking all over hand having experienced one of the best orgasms ever.

Peyton's body slumped onto Lucas's sweat soaked chest, she was worn out. Lucas ran his fingers through her hair, kissing her tenderly on the lips. "Night, Peyt." Burying her head into the crook of his neck, she softly placed a kiss on his pulse point, wrapping her legs around his. She sighed contently "Goodnight Luke."

The next morning, Rachel was still in bed, staring up at the ceiling. She had had a restless night, tossing and turning. Her mind wrestling with what she had witnessed last night, with what she had done. What did it mean? She wasn't a perv but she couldn't shake off the dirty feeling plaguing her mind. What if they had seen her? Why did she get so turned on at seeing Peyton? Just the mere thought of Peyton sent shivers down her spine. For about half an hour, she just laid there wondering how to approach the situation. Deciding that the over-analysing was just making things worse, she quietly got out of bed and went and had a shower.

Feeling refreshed and less dirty, dressed in stone-washed jeans and a black wifebeater, she chipperly greeted the couple who were still fast asleep. Trying to act as normal as possible.

"Morning roomie plus one"

Groggily, opening half an eyelid, Peyton could see Rach walking around grabbing her things as she prepared to run off to class.

Some kind of inaudible sound resembling a greeting escaped Peyton's lips. Thanks to last night and the fact that it was 9am, her brain was still comatose. Grabbing the covers she placed them over her head, trying to block out the sunlight. And back to sleep she went.

Lucas shifted uncomfortably at the sound of Rach's voice. He had nothing against her but he was extremely aware that he was naked as the day he was born underneath the sheets.

"Hey Rach, perky are we?" He said coolly.

"Yup, hate to greet and run but I gotta get to class." Thank god she did have a class otherwise they would have seen through her façade. Five more minutes and then she could stop pretending.

Thank god Rach had class. He was counting the minutes till she was gone. He reminded himself to kill Peyton later on.

"Oh, okay. See you."

"Bye"

The sound of the door shutting was music to both their ears.