It's Hard To Say "I Do" When I Don't
"What if I asked you to come with me?" He reacted, the darkness as intense as his blue eyes.
"I can't" she said immediately.
"Then it seems like I am going home alone Peyton." He said and with that moment a taxi stopped in front of them.
Lucas was ready to get into the yellow car when Peyton flew forwards, talking a hold of his upper arm. "No Luke! Stay! You know that when you're back in Tree Hill, you'll never come back to me again!" She said and suddenly she felt teardrops fall down on to her barely covered body, as they became mixed up with the not expected raindrops.
Lucas shook his head and wanted to kiss her forehead again, but she jerked her head away from his touch.
"Come on Lucas! You know that what I'm saying is true." He looked at her with a forgiving look, and with that Peyton knew she had to control herself as to not give in to the crying. She knew her words were the truth, the painful truth.
"Peyton" he softly said, while reaching out his hand to cup her cheek.
"Luke, you can't leave me here now, right when I need my best friend by my side more than ever." It was with this that she let his touch reach its destination.
"I have to go Peyton, I am sorry. The only other way is if you come back home with me" he whispered softly.
"You don't understand it Lucas! How much I want to go back to Tree Hill doesn't count Lucas, I am stuck here." He was about to cut her off with 'you don't have to' but she was quicker. "I know you think that's a lie. But it isn't, I can't get away from here before I have met my lawyer. The decision I made tonight was a measured one, and I don't know what this all will bring me. This is going to change everything. I can't leave Chicago before I know what the hell I am supposed to do! I don't want to get into any kind of trouble!"
The look in Lucas' blue eyes changed immediately, Peyton easily could see how he began to hesitate. "Luke" she softly said, trying to persuade him.
Lucas stood there, before Peyton. His mind was reeling. His thoughts were straying between the love of his life standing in front of him, and his family that he had left back home in Tree Hill.
An unfamiliar, hard and low voice broke through thoughts.
"Mister, could you get in the car please?" The cabdriver sounded impolite, probably because he didn't want a soaked young man crashing into his backseat. Not a desperate young man with a mind that was full of heartbreaking thoughts, which would invade his mind all the way to the airport.
"Lucas?" she asked again, looking hopefully at him. Lucas looked from the yellow cab to Peyton, back to the yellow cab to finally meet Peyton again. She was thoroughly soaked, her hair was now dirty blond and seemed to be glued like a frame around her awaiting face, and his shirt she was wearing barely covered anything.
"Mister?" The irritated voice spoke up again. It howled like the wind around them. He looked back one last time at old man before he decided what he had to do.
"Come on Peyton. Let's get inside again, or otherwise we'll both have nasty colds tomorrow." Peyton had to control herself, as to not jump into his arms. Lucas took his bags again, and with a wrong sort of feeling in the back of his mind, led Peyton inside again.
The employees all looked up when Peyton walked back inside, barely wearing anything, hand in hand with Lucas. She didn't care too much about it, she knew how they were, but Lucas still wasn't used to it.
Peyton nodded towards a boy in uniform leaning against the wall beside the elevator. He immediately straightened himself and walked over to Peyton, ready to act upon her every command.
"Can you bring these upstairs please?" as she pointed at Lucas' bags. He nodded and took the bags.
"Yes Miss Wentz." he answered politely and left them alone. Lucas could easily feel Peyton tense up at the boy's words. He was about to pull her in a hug but Peyton was faster. She threw a look at the meddlesome woman behind the counter, before burying her head against Lucas' broad shoulder and moving her left arm around his waist and entangling her right hand with his right hand.
Back in his room, the warmth embraced him again but that didn't stop Peyton from shivering.
"Maybe you should take a good, long, warm shower" Lucas said while walking closer to her as she stood on the other side of the room. "You look like you need it" he added softly as his big hands began to rub her bare arms. She shivered even more with his touch, from the delicious sensation that he created from his warm to her cold skin. She sighed in contentment.
"While you shower, I'll go get your pyjamas. Is that okay with you, because you can't sleep in that anymore?" He said pointing at his soaked T-shirt. "Thank you." She softly said before disappearing in his bathroom.
Quick after that, Lucas went into her room, searching for some pyjamas. He breathed in the familiar smell of her eau de toilette when he walked from the 'living room' into her closet. Blindly, he searched for the light switch, and when he found it, the light brightened up every girl's paradise. Slowly he let his fingers slide over the soft fabrics of various items, trying to figure out where she kept her nightwear.
He was almost sure he had found it when he felt the delightful feeling of silk beneath his fingertips. Without even looking, Lucas grabbed for the first thing that met his hand, and that was when he felt a lack of fabric in his hand. Blood didn't know here to rush to when Lucas realised that he was holding a Bordeaux tiny bra instead of a nightgown. He hated himself for having little self-control, but the absence of sex in his life didn't make it easier.
Lucas took a few deep and measured breaths, and his control came back slowly. With a red face, he turned away from that part of her closet, not intending to meet anymore of her underwear.
He was relieved when the pink nightgown she had been wearing the night Pete found out she was pregnant caught his eye.
"So there they are" he whispered to himself, before reaching his hands out to search for a nightgown for her. Lucas picked up a simple orange nightgown and went to go back to his room, when suddenly a familiar blue demanded his attention. He laid the nightgown on the floor and reached out for the blue item. He was surprised to find out that he was holding a blue pair of sport shorts, a pair of shorts that definitely were from high school because you could see a little R sewn on it. He looked back into that part of her walk-in closet and his eyes met another item in the familiar blue. When he also picked it up, Lucas discovered it was a T-shirt from the Ravens. Now he recognized it, it was her old training suit from back in high school.
He smiled, relieved that she still had those and put away the orange nightgown, taking the blue items with him. When he reached for the doorknob, he turned back, realising that her underwear would probably be soaked too. He cursed himself, but still walked back inside the closet. His body once again, started getting all excited again. Lucas closed his blue eyes as he reached his hand out to pick a bra and panties, hoping for once his body wouldn't be so damn proud of what it had chosen.
Lucky for him, he soon found a dark blue bra and briefs that matched. He almost ran back to his room, trying to escape the fragrance in the air that turned him on way too much.
"I'll lay your pyjamas in front of the door, okay?" He said after knocking. "I am going to change into mine okay?" He received a faint yes.
Lucas walked to the other side of his room, and he pulled off his shirt when he heard the door of the bathroom open. He had to control himself, so as not to look when Peyton would pick up her clothes, with barely or no clothes on at all.
He was already back in the bed when she finally opened the door, wearing her old Ravens 'training suit', her blond hair still somewhat wet.
Without saying anything she walked over to the bed, and in silence she climbed into it, pulling the soft sheets over her to cover her body, and she pressed herself slightly towards Lucas so they were spooning each other. Immediately Lucas laid his arms around her waist, burying his face partly in her soft curls.
"Thanks for staying Lucas" Peyton whispered while closing her eyes, giving a light squeeze in his hand.
"Thanks for asking" he answered and pulled her even closer to him. He needed to prove to himself that he was doing the right thing. In the end it only took them a few minutes to travel to dreamland …
Lucas sighed in contentment when he found himself back in a delicious, dreamy state of mind, as he felt, with his eyes closed, the caress of sweet lips against his hot skin. When he felt two slender hands brushed through his soft hair, a body pressed itself forcefully against his. He could feel how his body eagerly reacted.
What a perfect dream, his chest rose and fell. It all felt so real …
That was until the two hands travelled down from his hair, to his cheeks, to his chest, over his abdomen, to reach their destination and slipped under waistband of his pyjama pants, and cold fingers curled around his proud manhood.
"Je t'aime." A voice rose up. "Je veux toi, Lucas." That made Lucas eyes fly open.
Finding an unfamiliar, bare body pressed against his, long blond straight hair hanging as a curtain before her blue eyes, lost in deep sensation.
"Elle?" He spluttered out surprised, clearly awake now.
"Lucas" she moaned and went to attack his chest with more smouldering kisses.
As if she had burned him with her touch, he jumped out the bed and searched for his tee on the floor. Shocked, he looked at the naked girl in his bed, covered. "Lucas." She said and stood up, revealed her long body in all its glory. She walked over to him, bringing her lips to his again. Lucas could smell the alcohol on her breath.
"Lucas, tu es joli." She whispered and fell against Lucas.
"Elle, are you drunk?" She smiled wickedly at him before trying to trail a finger over his bare chest. "Elle, stop it!" But she tried again. Roughly he grabbed her by the shoulders. "Stop it!" He screamed, looking her straight in the eye, and it didn't seem like Elle understood what was happening.
Then, out of the blue, the realisation of what she was doing hit Elle. "I'm sorry" she mumbled, before picking up her pink bathrobe and storming out the room.
Lucas' heart was racing, replaying in his mind what just had happened. A sudden question flew in his mind. Where was Peyton?
He found his answer soon enough, when he realised that the water had stopped running. The bathroom door flew open seconds later and Peyton stood in the doorway with only a towel draped around her body. She stared at a shocked Lucas.
"Lucas, what happened?" She asked while running a hand through her wet hair.
"I don't have any idea" he answered, looking at the door where Elle had left through.