Inescapable: Chapter Seven
Title: Inescapable
Author(s): alaricnomad
Pairing/Characters: Lucas Scott and Peyton Sawyer
Rating: M
Warnings: heavy sexual situations
Summary: Takes place after 4.05. Lucas knows that no matter how much they try, no one can understand. Peyton's demons haunt them both, but as they fall further into one another, can they keep those same demons from destroying them both?

Chapter Seven: Slipping Under The Surface

She awakened in the night, trembling, broken out in a cold sweat, lost in the throes of his own chaotic consciousness, the aftereffects of the nightmare still lingering…no manifestation of her troubled senses but rather a monstrous recollection destined to forever haunt her, mind and soul, twisting and clawing its way into the darkest reaches of her heart, her very perception of life around her.

Violent shudders coursed through her, and she tightened the blankets around her into a tight cocoon, suddenly and hyper-sensitively aware of the arm resting around her waist as her movement caused Lucas to shift beside her, consequently pulling her closer to mold against his body. She turned in the sheltering circle of his embrace, touching trembling fingers to his peaceful face.

Startled out of his sleep, Lucas opened bewildered eyes to feel the feather-light pressure of cold fingers against his cheek, and then soft lips pressing to his. His eyes widened as he half-heartedly returned the kiss, more concerned with the moisture against her skin as he cupped her face, tracing his thumb along her jaw-line, the way her body shook as she straddled him.

She had come back from her afternoon with Derek quiet and withdrawn, as if something weighted heavily on her mind, and he'd nearly fretted himself sick with worry about her, all in vain as she refused to talk about whatever it was that had transpired between them.

The kiss was close-lipped but nowhere near chaste, and she trembled ever more fervently against him, her hands fisting in the material of his t-shirt. He broke away, pushing away stray blond curls falling in the way of tearful, fear-filled eyes staring back at him. "Peyton," he breathed her name, "Tell me what's wrong…did something happen with Derek?"

A chill ran up her spine- the name does not sit well in her mind no matter how different the man she now associated it with. She shook her head and shifted against him, the soft sounds of her sobs breaking his heart even as she leaned down to him again, trailing heated kisses along his neck.

He bit back a groan, inwardly berating himself as she moved again, rocking slightly against him, and he felt himself harden beneath her. "Peyton, wait…talk to me…"

She shook her head again, more forcefully this time and she bumped into his chin, soothing her blunder as she pressed a kiss against the soft stubble of his jaw, her breath fanning out against his skin ragged and baited.

"I see him, Luke…whenever I close my eyes…I see him and I feel his hands on my skin." She sobbed again, pressing her face to his neck. "I just want to feel something different, Lucas…please?"

He opened his mouth to refuse as he realized just what it was she was asking for, to tell her this was far from what she needed, and then she moved against him again, fingers clenching and unclenching so that nails scratched over his chest…his resistance broke, collapsed and fell away.

All that existed was heat and Peyton…Peyton…Peyton…

There was desperation in the way her hands tore at his clothing, a quiet hunger to her kisses, and he melted into the heat of it all. Her mouth fixed over his and he buried his face in her hair as he responded, his lips parting obligingly at the insistent press of her tongue.

He groaned low in his throat as her hands slipped beneath the waistband of his pajama pants, wrapping around his arousal. Lucas bucked against her hand, arching up to shuck the trousers off, naked skin to naked skin as he lay back over her.

His knee nudged between her legs, her thighs parting to cradle him against the center of her body. He loomed over her, his eyes darkened with ardor but hesitating. Peyton laid a hand to his cheek, guiding his face to hers. She kissed him, teasingly catching his bottom lip between her teeth and eliciting a growl from him as he instinctually rocked into her in response.

"Lucas," catching his earlobe, tracing her tongue along the shell of his ear, "Want you. Please."

His hands clutched at her hips, her legs locked around his waist and he entered her, moving inside her with a feeling like simultaneous drowning and spontaneous combustion, losing himself in her.

Her hands clutched at his head, fingers tangling in his hair as her back arched, hip moving in rhythm with him, urging him on. "Harder, Luke. I won't break."

The fragility of her in his arms contrasted her statement, but he obeyed, taking her with hard, fast strokes that jolted the bed and had them moving against one another urgently.

Her appreciative moans sounded in his ears, and he buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, murmuring incoherently against her skin, babbling words he barely made out, "beautiful," listening to him answer him with heated whispers, "feel you," feeling her tighten around him, "so good."

She held him almost convulsively to her as she came, the world whiting out before his eyes as he followed her into climax, emptying inside her with a last few short, stunted thrusts.

xx

He woke up alone in the early hours preceding the dawn, rolling over onto his side to catch side of her, her shadowed silhouette bathed in pallid silver moonlight spilling through the window. Feeling the cool of the room, see her dressed once more, he slipped back into his own.

"Peyton."

She glanced over her shoulder, favoring him with a small smile. He wrapped his arms around her, guiding her back to rest against his chest and she sighed, letting her head fall back against him.

"What was that, Peyt?"

She hummed softly under her breath as he skimmed his knuckles against his cheek, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I have no idea. All I know…you make him disappear, Luke. In my head, he's always there…he's always there, and you make him go away."

Lucas laid his palm against her cheek, his eyes solemn and intense as they rested on hers. Their gazes locked on one another's, he slowly backed her up, Peyton willing submitting as she blindly stepped where he directly, only mildly surprised as her back met with his bedroom wall. He spoke to her a moment later, the tones of his voice soft and gentle, reassuring in its quiet tenor. Understanding filled his eyes, softened the feel of his hands, colored the whisper of his speech.

"I'm not him, Peyton. It's me, it's just me. It's my touch. Is that what you want?"

She stared into his eyes, searching for something inexplicable that only she knew, and she found it, in the soft touch of him as he kissed her cheek, her lips and the corner of her mouth. His hands skimmed down, his thumb brushing against the thin strip of bare flesh exposed by her shirt riding up. She arched into his touch, silently asking for more.

He momentarily leaned his forehead against hers, his breath heavy and his heart thundering as he kept his eyes locked on hers, searching for signs of hesitation, discomfort or protest. He kissed her once more, her hands linking around his neck, brushing over the fine hair at his nape as his tongue lightly skimmed over the seam of her lips, begging for entrance she gladly granted him.

His reassuring whispers, his hands slipping beneath her shirt to gently touch her, palming her breast to invoke a startled intake of breath, a burst of pleasure as undeniable in its intensity as the feelings for him rushing to the surface.

"I'm here, Peyton. It's okay, I'm here."

He slid a hand between her legs to feel the wetness of her arousal. She whimpered softly at his sudden touch, the longing for him growing to intensified proportions as he rubbed his fingers against her, pulling down the underwear, slipping one finger inside her.

Peyton's sudden cry of pleasure was smothered by his lips crushing over hers, his tongue greedily delving into her mouth, eager to taste her. She returned his kiss with the same heated passion, her hips rocking in rhythm with his hand, lost in sensory euphoria as his fingers moved inside her. The sweet tension and building pleasure spiraled higher and higher, guided by the ardor of his kiss, the heat of his body as he pressed close to her, the incredible sensuality of his touch.

His hand stopped suddenly and pulled away, Peyton making a sound of protest at the loss, gasping with surprise a moment later as he dropped to her knees, his hands pushing up her skirt as his mouth replaced his fingers at the place where she ached for him the most.

She arched hungrily against him, desperate to feel more of him, a muffled whimper escaping her as she bit down hard on her lip to keep from making any sound that would draw attention to them. He gripped her hips, feeling his body's answering ache as his pants tightened almost painfully, and he caressed her harder, deeper, adding his fingers to aid in the sensual torture.

Unable to hold out any longer, she clung to him, her breath going shallow and her body quivering with tension, nails biting down into his shoulders as she came. Lucas rose to her feet and embraced her as her weakened legs gave out, her body falling against him. He held her tightly; feeling her tremble in the lasting throes of her climax, brushing back her sweat-damp curls as he lightly kissed her temple.

She tentatively whispered his name, daring to finally open her eyes to look up at him and he smiled softly. His gaze was simultaneously dark with desire and still gentle with the same tenderness she had always known from him. His lips still curved with soft fondness, he leaned his head down to rain kisses along her neck and shoulder, lightly dragging his tongue along her racing pulse point.

Lucas slid his hands beneath her top, his fingers skating along the slope of her back, tracing along her spine and her ribcage, eliciting a shiver of pleasure to course through her. His breath was harsh and ragged against her skin and she glided her hands up his back, feeling the muscles taut and tense beneath her touch. "Luke?"

"Hmm?" he murmured distractedly, absently nuzzling against her neck before tilting his head to taste the soft skin once more, finding a sensitive place just below her ear that drew a soft moan from her, transformed into a breathless gasp as his hands went to work once more, one brushing against the soft curls shielding her sex, the other sliding teasingly up her abdomen.

"Luuuke," she tried once more, the drawn out syllables of coming out more as a groan than anything else and she raked her fingers through his hair, grappling desperately for some sense of rationale despite the intense heat rising once more inside, wanting so badly to reach out and take what he was so blatantly offering.

"Lucas," she forced out, as his lips danced once more across her skin, his hand ghosting over her breasts, "Lucas, what are we doing?"

He lifted his head, his hands stilling, and Peyton was startled at the profound intensity so palpable an entity in his quiet gaze. She watched the questions, the longings, the realizations and the hesitation race through his eyes so quickly the emotions were almost beyond recognition, but she watched the decision click into place, unable to look away.

Lucas slid his hands down her legs, loving the sensation of the smooth, silken flesh beneath his touch, lifting her to him and into the shelter of his embrace, the long, slender limbs instinctually hooking around his waist. He carried her across the room, the two sharing soft kisses and lingering caresses as they collapsed into the softness of his bed, eagerly falling into one another.

He kissed her once more, quick and hard that an unintentional sound of protest left her lips as he parted from her. "Peyton, I honestly don't have a clue, but frankly…I don't give a damn about anything about how much I want to be with you right now."

Before, rationality and thought found themselves driven away by the heat of passion and their desperation to imprint touch and taste and smell transcending the shadows lingering in her head. Now…now it was want and clear decisions, need and affection and protection.

Peyton's hands slid under his t-shirt, caressing the hard, warm skin along his sides as he slid down his pants, the sweats pooling at his feet as her fingers smoothed down the subtle definitions of his ribcage. She kissed his neck, feeling the tendons there tense and flex beneath her lips as he swallowed hard, the strain of holding back showing as he fixed her with a quizzical stare, the expected words echoing through her head even before they left his mouth.

"Are you sure?"

Listening to him groan as she flicked her tongue against his skin, lightly raking her nails along the waistline of his boxers, she smiled against his neck. He tilted her head up, kissing her with a voracious hunger; tasting everything she offered and demanded even more with a gentle, urging insistence.

She responded with demands of her own; meeting him with equal passion, equal fervor as she pushed down his boxers, feeling the hard warmth of him against her thigh as he pressed close.

"Are you sure?" he vehemently repeated, and she nodded in response, arching against him in a way that had Lucas's eyes fluttering with the sudden pleasure, releasing a muffled groan as he bucked against her.

He braced his hands against the mattress, his fists clenching fitfully as he pushed himself forward, slowly filling her, met with her appreciative moan. "Oh…God…"

Her head fell back, his weight pinning her back the only thing holding her steady as the sudden pleasure of feeling him inside her thrummed through her, the sentiment echoed in hearing his gasp of her name as he buried his face in her hair, further impaling himself into the welcoming heat of her body.

He began to move, slowly, hesitantly, his movements growing more at ease and natural with each slow thrust, their bodies adjusting to one another as if coming home after a long journey, finally meeting as one after a separation that had expounded their entire lifetime.

"Does it feel good, Peyt?" he whispered to her, his voice thick and husky, as he pressed his lips to the curve of her neck, a low humming in his blood echoing through his head like intoxication, a euphoria that was the completion of finally being inside of her.

"Good…so good…" she gasped out, the statement followed by a strangled moan of his name, thrilling him in the way the syllables of the sound punctuated the air with reverberations of her pleasure. He kissed her sweetly, softly, his own breath hitching and his body straining as his strong hands gripped her hips, angling them to deepen his thrusts, earning for them both increased ecstasy as the pleasure picked up tenfold.

"Lucas," the whisper escaped her soft and thick with passion, culminating into a repeating mantra that had his heart soaring as he moved, bringing them higher and higher still.

She clung to him, feeling every brush of his skin, every creak of the bed frame, every rustle of the sheets as they moved, every stimulating jolt of sheer ecstasy that came as his hips jerked forward, his thrusts picking up in ferocity. His pace grew feverish, egged on by the perpetual moan of his name in his ear, the sensation of her lips grazing against his, her body writhing beneath his.

"Peyton…you are…amazing," he found himself grunting out the words, his voice straining as his body tensed and the pressure in his abdomen build to almost painful prospects, his breath ragged and panting as he kept up the strenuous rhythm.

They were drowning in sensual bliss, in that same ache for release as their bodies came together again and again in some primordial alchemy, racing toward completion. Sweat beaded upon his face, dripping down his neck, and her tongue swathed along his pulse, tasting the salt of his perspiration. Her eyes were hooded and sultry as they met his, her hips bucking up to urge him on.

Lucas groaned, reaching down to unfasten her shirt, pulling it down to bare her skin to his eager gaze. His hips propelled forward, hard and fast, earning from her a startled gasp as the his mouth found her breast, the wet warmth of his tongue lapping over a swollen nipple, adding into the torture as his hand crept between their joined bodies, his fingers seeking the sensitive spot that would stimulate her high.

Her breath hitched painfully and she half-screamed, half-sobbed out something resembling to his name, her nails raking down his back, catching into the hem of his t-shirt. His mouth sealed over hers to stifle the sound of her cry, a soft and firm warmth cut short by his own strangled call as he felt her spasm and tense all around him, bringing him into his own climax.

"Love you," were the words spilling from his lips, and then he was lost to any sort of coherency.

He held her close as they came down from their euphoric high, he kissed her, coaxing an ardent response from them both as her body quivered against her, and she was soft and sweet and warm in his arms, irresistible and intoxicating as he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Hands pushed at their remaining clothing, sending the garments flying off to unknown destinations, eager to meet with deliciously naked skin.

She smiled down at him, beautiful as he had ever seen her, and he could not help from returning the expression, their hands tightly entwining as they began to move again, their eyes locking…their bodies yielding and heated as they glided together, slow and sensuous.