A/N: Thanks to those of you who are still reading. I know I haven't been the greatest about updating regularly but you guys are awesome for sticking around. This next chapter, I have to warn you, is very sexually graphic. I wanted this to be the first time you see a real sex scene and I think the way it came out, even as graphic as it is, was awesome. Thanks to my friend Kate who actually wrote the love scene for me. You rock!

Chapter Eleven

One is Over, One is Just Beginning

Peyton POV

With Lucas and Brooke clearly showing the fact that they were back together, walking around hand in hand at the bonfire, I knew that it couldn't be easy for Savannah. The girl always acted like nothing bothered her, but I knew it did. She had been dating Lucas for 3 months. She wasn't immune. She cared for him more than she let on which is why I was now searching for her. I hadn't seen her at the bonfire in hours.

"Where ya goin?" Xander asked me as I moved to head up the beach towards the cars. He grabbed me by the waist and swung me around in the other direction, kissing me softly.

I still had no idea where things stood with Xander and I even though I definitely liked him and I knew he liked me. He had been in town for almost a full week and was planning on leaving within a few days and yet we hadn't talked about what we wanted to do about us. I wanted to have that talk. Right now just wasn't the time.

"I'm gonna look for your sister. She disappeared and well, you may have noticed Lucas and Brooke's lip locking over there. I wanna make sure she's ok."

Xander's eyes went to where Brooke and Lucas were standing and his eyes narrowed.

"I'll kill him if he hurt my sister."

"Xander…" I grabbed his arm before he could go charging after Lucas and pulled him back in my direction, "Let's find Savannah and ask her what's going on before you kill someone ok? She might be fine."

"If she was fine she'd be at the party. Savannah does not miss a good party."

I had felt the same way which was why I had been on my way to look for her. If I told him that though, he'd probably go hurt Luke and that wasn't allowed tonight.

"Come on. Let's find her car so we know if she's still here."

Xander reluctantly followed me up the beach and after a few minutes of searching we found Savannah's car… with her in it.

I knocked softly on the passenger side window and she looked over at me. She didn't look like she had been crying but she did have a vacant look in her eyes. When she unlocked the doors I slid into the front passenger seat and Xander into the back, both of us closing the doors behind us.

There were a few quiet moments before anyone spoke.

"I'm fine."

"No you're not." Xander retorted without a seconds hesitation, "What happened?"

"It's not a big deal." Savannah stared straight ahead, looking out over the beach and the water.

"If it's not a big deal, why are you in your car? Why aren't you at the party?" I questioned her and she turned to me, giving me a dirty look.

"I got cold."

"It's 70 degrees outside Savannah. Cut the bullshit. Did he hurt you?" Xander was one to get straight to the point. Usually I was too, but I was trying to be sensitive about the subject with her. Apparently he just wanted to hurt Lucas.

Beside me Savannah took a deep breath and let it out slowly, making sure not to make eye contact with either Xander or I when she spoke.

"I told him to be with her. He was gonna break up with me anyway so I just told him that it was fine and he should be with her."

"But it's not fine. You're upset." I wasn't usually very good with the comforting thing but I had to try. Savannah had been a great friend over the summer.

"I'll be ok." She seemed to be trying not to cry, "I don't know why I'm upset. I mean, it was a summer fling right? All we did was have sex and… he's just another guy. I shouldn't care."

"Want me to hurt him?" Xander offered and Savannah grinned, wiping away the one tear that had managed to escape.

"No, but thanks Xander. Seriously guys, I'm ok. You should be out there enjoying the party."

"So should you."

Savannah looked over at me and smiled, nodding slowly.

"I'll go if you do."

"Deal." We shook hands on it and all three of us exited the car, locking it behind us as we headed back to the party.

Xander and I sandwiched Savannah between us and hugged her, hoping to make her feel a little better before she returned.

"If you want me to hurt him, the offer is always there." Xander offered one last time and Savannah laughed loudly, seemingly turning back into her carefree self.

"Really Xander, there is no reason to hurt anyone tonight."

We were all laughing when we got back. Shortly after returning Nathan pulled Savannah onto the dance floor with him, not to Haley's delight who instead joined Lucas and Brooke on the sidelines. The three of them seemed to be talking but I really didn't want to know what about. Drama was sure to ensue.

"Wanna dance?" Xander offered me his hand and I smiled up at him.

"I'm the DJ. I need to get back to the music."

"I think you've been replaced." Xander motioned to the DJ booth where Mouth had indeed taken over. I laughed and sighed.

"Well, then I guess I can dance with you if you insist."

"I definitely insist." Xander pulled me into his arms and onto the dance floor. Despite the fact that the song was a fast song, he held me close and danced with me as if we were the only two on the beach.

I felt myself falling for Xander more and more every single day. I knew I shouldn't. He followed the pattern. Everybody leaves and he would be leaving within days. Who knew when he'd be back.

"Do you have to go back to Spain?" I heard myself asking.

I sounded so pitiful. I was asking this guy who wasn't even really my boyfriend to stay in a city he didn't even know that well.

"Unfortunately gorgeous, I do have to go back." Xander pulled me tighter to his chest as if he never wanted to let go and I felt him kiss the top of my head, "I wish I didn't. If I had a choice I'd stay here with you forever."

Maybe I wasn't so pitiful. He certainly made it sound like he was my boyfriend. He had told me that he didn't do long distance relationships though. That didn't sound good for us.

"When do you think you'll be back?"

He took a little longer to answer this time.

"As long as everything goes well, I can be back in two weeks. Is that too long?"

"Do I have a choice?"

He pulled away slightly and looked down at me with a smile. His eyes reflected the fire's light and to me he had never looked sexier.

"You want to drop out of high school and go with me?"

I laughed and shook my head no.

"I'd love to go with you but I can't drop out. My dad would kill me. Besides, then who would look after your sister and make sure she stays out of trouble?"

"Good point." Xander laughed and sighed, pulling me back against his chest, "You know, we haven't known each other that long but this last week, I feel like I've known you forever. I don't want to leave you."

"I know how you feel."

It was rare to find a guy so honest. The only other guy who had ever been this way with me was… I didn't want to think about that because it made this seem less real. That was all in the past. This was now.

"So, two weeks then. I'll be back in two weeks."

"I'll be here."

We seemed to share a moment then, dancing in silence. His hands were resting on the small of my back, my head on his shoulder. We didn't need to talk anymore because anything worth discussing had been discussed. He knew pretty much all about me since we had spent every night together for the past week. We had talked all night almost every night. He didn't push the sexual aspect and I didn't want to. We were getting to know each other and it was going great.

"You wanna get out of here?" I pulled away from the embrace we were in and smiled up at him, "Go back to my house?"

Xander cocked an eyebrow at me and then pulled me away from the party, up to his car.

"Where did that come from?" He asked, stopping us at the front of the car.

"I don't know." I shrugged, "I don't know Xander. We've talked about everything over the last week. You know all about me. My past and my present. Things that I haven't told anyone, not even Brooke and I just feel… I really like you and you're leaving in a few days. I just want to make sure this is real. I want to feel it."

"Peyton…" Xander caressed the side of my face with his hand and sighed, "We don't have to have sex to make this real. It's real. I'm falling for you. I'm falling fast and I think you feel the same way. I hope you are."

It was happening incredibly fast. Meeting him and getting to know him and falling for him… it was all happening in one swift motion.

"I am." I assured him, reaching up and kissing him, "I feel the same way."

We moved to the side of the Range Rover and I felt my back being pressed against the door, Xander in front of me, kissing me with more passion than I had ever felt. His thumbs were pressing against my hips and moving in circular motions. This wasn't convincing me not to take him home and make love to him, it was pushing me further to do it.

"Seriously." I was breathing heavily when I broke away from his lips for a moment, "Let's get out of here."

"We came in separate cars." He replied. His own breath was labored and the passion in his eyes only carried me further.

"That can be fixed." I quickly pulled out my cell phone and dialed Luke's phone. I knew he'd take care of my car and the keys were already in it, where I always left them, "Luke, I'm leaving my car here. Drive it home yeah? No, to your house. It doesn't matter. Just don't come to my house."

I hung up and pulled Xander back in to kiss him.

"Taken care of. Let's go."

We were in the car in a split second, our hands intertwined as he drove. At every stop light he would pull me over and kiss me, then shift his eyes back to the road. He kept pulling my hand up to his lips and kissing it softly. The car ride just built up the passion and as soon as we had parked at my house we were kissing again, stumbling into the house and shutting the door behind us. Xander pushed me up against the wall and pulled my shirt over my head, his lips moving over my shoulders and neck. He knew exactly where to touch me to drive me crazy. Within seconds I was writhing beneath his fingertips, every inch of my body alive with renewed sensibility.

"Let's go upstairs."

The light was off in my room but we didn't bother to turn it on. Xander picked me up in his arms and laid me down on the bed gently, pulling his own shirt over his head and tossing it to the side before he joined me.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered. He hovered over me, bracing his weight on his arms. He looked so sexy just staring at me that I couldn't resist the smile that took over my features.

We'd been waiting for this moment for too long, and now that it was upon us, we both seemed hesitant.

"You… okay?" It made my stomach flutter when he stammered mid-sentence as he tried desperately to find something to say next.

He smiled at me, still studying my face with his huge blue eyes. I put my arms around him and snuggled close to him. It felt so good to be held. I could feel his heart pounding.

My arms still around him, I drew back and smiled at him, kissing him gently on the mouth. He sucked in air rapidly then began to kiss me back. I opened my mouth and slipped my tongue in to touch his. My arms wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders while we kept kissing. His hands slid underneath my back, resting on my ass and pulling me harder against him.

My insides were quivering. I wanted him, but was it too soon? We'd really only been together for a week, even though I had known from the first day we met that there was an irresistible attraction between us. And like I had wondered before, he wasn't even really my boyfriend.

"Make love to me tonight," I pleaded in a whisper. "Xander, please make love to me."

"Yes," he whispered back. "Oh God, yes."

I kissed him again, then began slowly undressing him, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off while I kissed the soft white skin of his chest. My tongue licked both his nipples, and I lay my head down on his muscular chest as it heaved up and down rapidly. Kneeling next to him on the bed while I leaned over him, he stared up at me, touching my face softly, and I returned his stare. My fingers lightly ran over his ribs, and I kissed each one.

Slowly moving south, teasing, I stuck my tongue in his belly button. I kissed the baby fine hairs below his navel. They ran in a streak down into his jeans. My lips traveled all over his stomach, and his hips. I finished unbuttoning his jeans, and he lifted up so I could pull them off. He was hard and I could see his penis sticking out through the small hole in his boxers, juices dripping down the tip.

I crawled between his spread thighs, supporting myself above him, and kissing him again. I touched his face lightly, and smiled at him in the darkness. He stroked my hair, and nodded his reassurance. I went back down.

His underwear off completely, I began teasing him as his breathing became even more coarse and rapid. I began licking his thighs and then kissing his pubic hair as his penis rubbed in my long hair. He stared at me, his eyes glassy and he groaned. I knew I was driving him crazy. I looked up at him; our eyes locked.

"Please Peyt," he whispered hoarsely, begging me for more.

I continued kissing his thighs, then moved my head up and let my tongue slightly touch his warm balls. He gasped, his hips jerking up. I swallowed one of his balls while he moaned and then I slid my tongue up the length of his long hard dick.

"OhmyGod, ohmyGod," he yelled, as his whole body stiffened, "Peyton!"

He gasped faintly as his sperm exploded into my mouth and down my throat. His hips were lifted off the bed completely as he tried desperately to get as deep as he could. He came so much I couldn't handle it all and it seeped out of the corners of my mouth. With one final groan he collapsed on the bed and tried to catch his breath. His expression told me all I needed to know. I grinned.

I crawled up to him and laid next to him putting my head on his chest and hugging him while he stroked my hair. He looked over at me first, then leaned over and kissed me, first my neck and then moving to my breasts.

Xander looked down at my body. Despite the fact that he'd been staying here all week, it was really the first time he'd seen me entirely naked. He started by gently tonguing my nipples and kissing my chest all over, then began sucking on them. I gasped aloud and moaned when his tough fingers found my clitoris, and he quickly looked up in surprise.

"Do you like that?" he asked in delight.

I couldn't speak so I just nodded, taking in the pleasure and feel of him fondling me.

"Here?" he asked, curious, rubbing my clit.

I arched my bank in answer, pushing his fingers harder into me. I saw him smile and continue his ministrations.

Happy where he was, he continued sucking my breasts and finger fucking me while his thumb rolled over my clit. Spreading my legs apart, I gently pushed him lower and lifted one knee up. His hard penis stuck out like a pole from his belly as he repositioned

himself between my legs.

I gasped in pleasure when his wet mouth found my vagina his tongue slipping in and out, exploring my insides.

"Oh God Xander, don't stop."

He kept sucking and licking me and pretty soon the room began to spin.

"Ohhh, I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" I shrieked while every nerve in my body danced.

My heart rate slowed as my orgasm subsided. I motioned for him to move up which he did as he began kissing me. Instinctively I spread my legs apart and whispered in his ear, "Xander, please, I need you now. . . "

He didn't think twice before he was on top of me, one arm supporting him and the other guiding his swollen penis into my opening. He searched for the entrance, then eased in the head before shoving the entire length of his dick into me while we both gasped in pleasure.

He lay on top of me and thrust his dick in deeper and deeper, banging against my cervix while I cried out in exquisite pain.

"Peyton I'm cumming," he gasped into my ear.

Moments later, he collapsed onto me, both of us overcome from the orgasms we'd just experienced. I held him in my arms and kissed him, silently thanking him for the pleasure he was giving me.

I snuggled up close to him underneath the covers. We kissed and rubbed each other and giggled. We lay on our sides facing each other, our hips pressing together. His dick soon stiffened again, poking against me. He grinned then rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him.

"Now it's your turn to do the work." He teased letting his hands roam over my back and buttocks as he stared into my eyes. I wanted to reply but the heat building between us overcame me. I spread my legs and guided him in, sitting up and riding him while he lay back with a huge smile on his face.

It wasn't long before I got tired and needed a change in positions so I crawled off of him and lay on my side with my back to his chest. I pulled his glistening dick between my legs, our hands meeting down there as both of us together put his long dick into my vagina. He began thrusting into me rapidly from behind, grunting his approval. His hands found my clit which he played with, his dick in me all the way. I could hear him breathing and groaning in my ear sensually and I could feel his orgasm beginning to build inside me again.

I returned to rocking him back and forth, all of it becoming too much for me. His fingers pressed into my clit bringing me closer to the edge with every touch.

"Ohh, Ohh! Yes!" I breathed, "I'm cumming, Xander…"

I ground my hips into him violently, trying to milk every ounce of pleasure from him that I could. He groaned loudly as my vagina spasmed several times, clenching his dick tightly. I was completely spent, collapsed against him, breathing hard and loud.

"That was great Xander, really great. . . " I murmured, moving my arm a little so I could see him.

I saw him smile and move, turning me over to face him. He looked deep into my eyes, clearly content and he kissed me. The one kiss said so much and so little all at the same time. Even after all that we had just done, all we had just declared with our bodies, I still wasn't sure where we stood. I knew he wanted me and I knew that he was coming back in two weeks to see me, but I did not know how he felt or how I really felt.

"What are you thinking about?" Xander asked, brushing a strand of my hair out of my face so that he had an unobstructed view of my face.

I shrugged. I didn't really want to tell him because I didn't want to ruin the moment.

"Stuff."

"Stuff is not an answer Peyton." He laughed and kissed me softly again, "Tell me. What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid." I objected, "I'm…"

I wasn't sure what I was exactly.

"I love you." He whispered and he pulled me closer to his body, "I know it's really soon and we've only been seeing each other for a week, but I love you. I think I have since I saw you watching me through the window the first night we met."

That was definitely not what I had expected him to say.

"You have nothing to worry about Peyton. So what are you thinking?" He asked again.

I could say one thing for sure. Whatever I was thinking before didn't matter now. He loved me. That pretty much answered all the questions I had.

"Nothing." I smiled and pressed my body against him feeling our nakedness collide all over again, "It doesn't matter because I love you too."

His grin lit up the room and I found myself being smothered with kisses, not just on my lips, but all over my body. His hands clutched my body to his and his lips explored me. I was happy. I was content. I was ready to love again, in every sense of the word.