Teasing To Please, It's a Simple Kind Of Lovely
It was Saturday afternoon, and today, it was two weeks after Lucas and Peyton told a few people they were together. Peyton was happy that Lucas convinced her to do that, a whole weight was taken off her shoulders. The only one left over was Larry, her dad. Peyton wanted to tell her dad now, at this moment, just call him and shout it out. But she decided to wait, she rather wanted to tell him it in person. She wanted to see the reaction on his face as she told him and told him over her mother's sign.
Soft music from Peyton's various mix tapes made their way through her room and escaped under her bedroom door to let the rest of her house be drowned in the music. Peyton was drawing on her desk while Lucas was reading a book on her bed. From time to time his eyes strayed off to the drawing Peyton. He loved to watch her when she was drawing, she could let herself slip away in her mind, in another world, away from every real thing that excited around her. She was so full of passion and so concentrated when she draw, it seemed to be her escape, her sweet escape from the misery.
Lucas read further in his book, but he wasn't able to read many pages, the beautiful blonde girl distracted him. Even it was a very good book, he couldn't do about it. He even wasn't on page thirty of his book, and he had chosen it yesterday morning at home. He was running late yesterday, he had to hurry when he made his bag to stay by Peyton in the weekend.
That was what they had agreed with his mom. During the school week Lucas stayed with his mom, and most of the time Peyton was also by Lucas and in the weekends the couple could stay in Peyton's house. Karen wanted them to be with her during the school week, so she could look after them. Making sure they made their homework and studied enough. And if they had a lot homework or a lot to study, Karen gently asked Peyton to go home so she wouldn't distract Lucas and Lucas wouldn't distract her.
Today was their lazy day, yesterday evening they had cleaned her house together so today they could be a little lazy and do some homework and finish everything tomorrow. They planned everything and told it to Karen, so she didn't had to worry about school. Karen also had made Lucas promise he would 'safe' with Peyton, not risking the whole pregnancy scare drama for the third time in less than two years.
Once in a while, Peyton's eyes and mind snapped out of her drawing mode and looked at Lucas while he was reading. She thought he was cute when he read. He had this unknown habit to bite on his lower lip when things got dramatic. He licked his lips when scenes got hot. And his eyes made different expressions so Peyton could almost read on his face what the mood was from the chapter he was reading.
And then, the music of Cheap Trick began to play. Peyton softly began to sing. "I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'd love you to love me. I'm beggin' you to beg me." She got up from her chair and began to dance before the bed. Lucas looked up to see what she was doing and found her swaying before him. He laughed, for him it was pure enjoyment. She smiled, knowing he liked what she was doing. She kept singing and threw seductive looks to him. Her hips making circles, inviting him to come over to her, like he gladly did. He placed his hands on her lower back and pulled her against him, moving with her. Leaning in and teasing while capturing her lips and just a second after that, making his lips disappear again. Turning Peyton on and making her willing to please the blond boy who danced with her. They continued singing together while their hands explored each others bodies. When the song almost ended, Peyton pushed Lucas towards the bed. She quickly took her sweater off and made her way on top of Lucas, kissing him. Her lips travelling lower to his shoulder, making that he needed to lie down. Peyton quickly took his shirt off so she could admire his bare athletic torso, kissing every part of it with much care and devotion, causing to make him shift beneath her. He groaned out loud when her lips reached his underwear.
Now Lucas decided to take the lead, flipping her over so she was pinned beneath him. His full lips kissing from her jaw line all the way down to her belly button. Peyton moaned out how good it felt. Excited she stripped her jeans and after that his. Moving against one another, continuing kissing and touching. But suddenly Lucas pulled back, leaving a moaning Peyton waiting. When he didn't return, she shifted herself and she reached to the drawer of the cupboard besides her bed. Her hand disappeared and than she took a condom out of it and handing him. She assumed that it was bothering him, she had heard his conversation with his mom. Karen asked Lucas a several times to be careful and to be 'safe' with her, noting wanting to repeat history.
But he didn't return to her. "Come on Luke!" She groaned. "You can't turn a girl on like this, and than let her waiting. That's not gentle, gentleman." She pouted. Lucas shook his head but Peyton's hands reached behind her to unhook her bra, Lucas stopped her. "Don't you want me?" She panted hurt. Lucas shook his head gently.
"It's not that, Peyton." He said and threw the condom back into the drawer. "Sure I want you, God I do." Softly his warm hand stroked over her cheek. "I am aware of our sexual attraction, it's there, and it's pretty hard to deny it. But I want this to be more special." Question marks appeared in her green eyes. "I want our first time to be special, not an activity because we're bored on an afternoon." She made her way from underneath him and sat up against the cool wood from the bed.
"But this isn't exactly our 'first time' Luke." She said uncomfortable and he nodded.
"I know, but you know what I mean. Our first time together as a couple, without the hurt and the confusion, without hurting other people. I want it to be special Peyton, something we never forget, a night to remember. I rather want to wait. You want to wait until you're sure about 'us' before you tell everyone were together, so I want to wait with having sex until I know you're sure we can make things work."
Peyton stayed quiet for a while, letting everything what Lucas said drown in her mind. She knew he was right, and she was willing to wait. Lucas had done so much for her, agreed with her plan about only telling a few people, even if he wanted to tell the world they were together. Now it was her turn to do what he asked her. And besides, she thought the waiting would be fun and it would be defiantly worth it.
"Peyton? Peyton?" Lucas asked while he saw Peyton far drowned into her mind, when she saw the two blue eyes that matched with the voice, she immediately snapped out of it.
"Yeah, here." She said smiling, and Lucas smiled too. "Luke?" She asked innocent. He nodded.
"What Peyton?" She placed herself before him.
"Does that mean we can't do other stuff anymore?" She asked and her voice sounded so innocent.
"What other stuff?" He asked while Peyton crawled closer to him and took place on his lap.
"Like shower together?" She whispered in his ear, Lucas moaned while Peyton's fingers stroked his bare chest.
"Well I can consider it." He whispered back with his boyish voice that sounded so sexy to her that shivers ran through her whole body. She ran into her bathroom followed by Lucas.
Quickly Lucas stripped of his shirt and was eagerly working on his pants as he notices the way Peyton is smiling at him. "What?" He blurts out, stopping his actions abruptly.
"Weren't you the one who said that we were going to take it slow?" Peyton stated while she slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She left Lucas standing there with not a world that flew across his mind that could be a useful answer.
He just stood there, watching how his girlfriend slowly undressed herself. First her pair of jeans had to go, then her pair of grey Emily the Strange socks where slipped off her feet. Her sweater was already thrown in a corner since she had removed it earlier. After that her tank top had to go to. She was about to unhook her bra when she noticed Lucas hadn't made any progress yet.
"Do you need some help?" She asked, barely able to hide smile. She didn't give him much time to answer when she started to fumble on his sweater. "Raise your arms Luke." She said when he only looked stunned at her. He quickly did and let her shed the sweater of his body. His tee shared the same fate. Then she came to his wife beater. A little absentminded she traced the figures of his muscles through the thin white fabric. She sighed as rested her head against his chest, dreaming away. But quickly she noticed the uneven way his chest rose and fell, and also how his breaths grew laboured.
Peyton looked up at him, in her green, wide eyes grew a seductive gaze. Even through she looked so confident, inside the nervousness grew slightly. But it soon faded when she looked deeper into his blue eyes, the blue that always knew how to comfort her.
Sensually she brought his big hands up to her shoulders and almost immediately his warm fingers slipped underneath the straps of her simple bra. While his hands removed the straps Peyton unhooked the bra and it a matter of seconds the undergarment fell to the ground.
A little doubt lingered over them when they were left behind in only their underpants. Lucas decided to take the lead on this and took off his boxers, letting him be the first be all naked and exposed. Peyton soon followed.
Lucas turned on the spray and leaded them both under it. This felt so suddenly comfortable. Peyton began to massage Lucas' body with the soap. Swiftly she noticed Lucas very comfortable with this when she reached his abdomen and felt a hardness stray against her tight.
Even through the pouring water she could see his deep red blush but she just simply smiled. "Hello there." She husked and ran a finger over his length.
"Peyton." He whispered sudden uncomfortable, uneasy he shrugged his shoulders.
"It's okay." She whispered back, letting the finger run over his length again. "I'll help you." She added with a wicked grin.
Immediately she did what she said, taking his throbbing erection into her hand, working him up. She based the rhythm of her movements on his breathing.
"Peyton." He groaned. "Peyton." He breathed heavily and it wasn't hard to guess he was on the edge of his orgasm. "Peyton. Please stop." He whimpered.
"Why?" She breathed and her hands moved even swifter.
An animal like sound escaped from his full lips and Peyton felt why. His seed spilled on her tummy.
"Oh." She brought out innocent but her smile was naught. "It's a good thing I still have to be washed." She said, stroking over Lucas broad shoulders. And Lucas immediately began at his task.
By the time he had completed his task they had run out of warm water. They both got dressed again but Lucas was earlier ready than Peyton so he kept hanging around in her bathroom while she dressed up. A little white box caught his attention, it was the box with Peyton's painkillers in it. Or at least they should be, the box was empty.
"How's your leg Blondie?" He asked, observing Peyton through the mirror.
"Fine." She answered and was busy with trying to get her pants on. It all went very well but when it looked that she would finally make it, it went wrong again. She lost her balance and Lucas caught her just in time before she would smack on the ground.
"Sure about that?" He asked, helping her to stand up again and then helped her getting into her pants again. Peyton thanked him with a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. She walked out of the bedroom and went drawing again. Lucas stood in the doorway and watched her for a few minutes, and then he slowly walked over to Peyton and lay his hands on her shoulders. He softly and tenderly began to massage her shoulders, Peyton moaned softly and dropped her pencil while he continued. She completely relaxed under his touch.
"You need to go to the doctor again, it's been longer than two weeks now, and you have no painkillers left over I noticed." Peyton looked up to him.
"Do I really have to? I rather want to wait until my dad is back." Lucas sighed and stopped massaging.
"It's still a few weeks Peyton. The doctor said you needed to come by for a check up in two weeks, now it's time." She looked away from him but realized it wasn't worth to make a big deal out of it. She got up and took her bag.
"Let's go!" She said and Lucas followed her to her car. In the waiting room Peyton lay her head against Lucas' shoulder who sat next to her. Lucas' attendance was good for her, so she didn't feel like she had to do this all alone. It made it less worse, less scary.
"Miss Peyton Sawyer." A woman stood in the hall, Lucas guessed she was in her thirties.
"Here." Peyton said and got up and Lucas followed her. Peyton was more comfortable than the last time, but she knew this doctor and she was female. She always told everything straight away, Peyton liked that.
"You've been here two weeks ago because there was something wrong with the new medication for your leg?" She asked while thumbing through Peyton's file. Peyton nodded. "We've got the results from your tests and now we knew why you were sick. There is a matter in that medication you're allergic to and you reacted pretty heavy on it, and the stress you were in wasn't healthy either. Here's the name from the matter." And she passed Peyton a note and she read it in silence. Peyton couldn't even spell the name, she passed it to Lucas who read it and than putted it away in Peyton's bag. The doctor examined Peyton, doing a normal routine.
Checking her ears, her eyes, listened to her heartbeats and stuff.
"I want to take a look to your leg again, would you mind to take your pants off?" The doctor asked, Peyton shook her head and stood up again from the table again. The doctor's eyes looked to Lucas and before she could even say something Peyton answered her question that she even didn't ask.
"He can stay." She said and quickly took her pants off. Carefully the woman looked at Peyton's leg, touching around the actual wound, seeing how Peyton reacted. She said the wound was healing good, it would be a scar, but not so big. When Peyton wanted to dress again, the doctor interrupted her.
"Would you mind to take place on the scales?" She asked, Peyton shook her head and did what her doctor asked her. After that she could dress again. When she sat again, next to Lucas, she saw the worried face of the woman before her.
"Is there something wrong, doctor?" Peyton asked worried. The doctor looked up from her computer screen.
"What's your weight Peyton?" She asked, and Peyton thought.
"I don't really know." She answered. "I do." Continued the doctor.
"I add up your BMI, it's 17. That's low Peyton." Peyton looked to Lucas and back. The doctor continued. "You've lost weight since the shooting, and it worries me." She looked up to Peyton who looked a little guilty. "Is there something wrong at home, or just something wrong in general, something you worry about?" The woman asked and Peyton shook her head. "
"No, everything is just different." The doctor asked a few more things and than looked at her computer screen again.
"Peyton, I know you're always have been thin, it's something about your genes. But now I am worried. Your BMI should be 18 or higher. You're under it."
"Not much." Peyton protested. "But you're under it, Peyton. You really need to put on weight, until your BMI is high enough again. You look way too skinny Peyton." She said while she saw the blond teenage girl before her desk pouting. "I'll expect you back here in a month and if your dad is home again, he should contact me. I need to discuss some things with him." Peyton nodded and then stood up. The doctor shook hands with Peyton and Lucas and they headed home again.
Lucas had pizza being delivered and that was Peyton's and his dinner, they rented a movie and watched it. It was a thriller, Peyton loved it so she could crawl closer to him when things got scary, and Lucas loved it that he could hold her in his arms. Lucas began to make out session with Peyton when the movie was almost over. Lucas kissed her on all her weak spots he already had discovered. She moaned and enjoyed it and wanted more but suddenly Lucas was away.
"Lucas?!" She heard him running upstairs, Peyton ran upstairs to find her bedroom door locked. "Lucas!" She screamed. "What do you think that you're doing?!" She screamed, and on the other side of the door was Lucas smiling.
"Be patient Blondie." Was the only thing he said. Five minutes later Peyton was still knocking on her bedroom door.
"Lucas! That's my room!" She kept knocking and her hand began to hurt.
"The key is right beside you, on the window-ledge." Peyton sighed angry opened the door, she wanted revenge.
"Get your ass out of my bed. You can sleep on the floor tonight." She jumped on the bed and tried to push him out of it. But unfortunately for Peyton, she was not strong enough.
"Don't be so harsh darling." Lucas whispered but Peyton took his pillow and throw it on the ground.
"You can sleep on the ground." She said, her look could have killed him, but Lucas didn't notice 'cause it was dark in her room. Suddenly Lucas took Peyton's head between his hands and forced his lips on hers. Peyton wanted to pull away but Lucas knew how to persuade her. His lips moved from her mouth, to her cheek, to her temple and then he let his tongue glide just behind her earlobe. Peyton moaned and made her way to Lucas' lips. Her anger was replaced by passion. Softly Lucas pushed her head down so she could caress his neck with her velvet lips. When her lips travelled lower to his chest, she tasted something sweet there. Confused she turned on the light on her nightstand and found Lucas' chest covered with whipped cream.
"Luke?" She asked perplexed. "What the hell…?" Lucas interrupted her.
"Come on Peyton. You're going to love it." She wanted to pull away from him but he took hold of her arm.
"Luke?" She asked when he putted whipped cream on her arm. "Lucas, what do you think you're doing?" But she stopped when Lucas slowly and sensually began to lick the cream of her arm. She couldn't help it and moaned, Lucas smiled and then kissed her lips again. As the kiss ended, Peyton licked her lips, removing the left over whipped cream with her tongue. She finally got into it and slowly began to lick the whipped cream of Lucas' chest. He shifted when she did that, she tickled him with the movements of her lips and tongue.
A while later, Lucas and Peyton rested together in her bed under the sheets. Lucas had his arms around her waist and rested his head against her shoulder. Every once in a while Lucas pressed a tender kiss to Peyton's neck. Every time she wanted to turn around to look at him, he pulled away and pretended to be asleep. And every time he kissed her, he left his lips on her skin a little longer. Peyton got a little irritated by Lucas' behaviour, she desperately wanted to be touched by him. When Lucas placed his lips again on her skin and pulled away when she wanted to turn around so she could kiss him. She worked her way out of his embrace and stood up and turned on the light.
"You're so mean!" She complained pouting.
"Yeah, mean is my middle name." Lucas said full of triumph and also stood up. Peyton began to sway with her finger and pointed to Lucas.
"I thought that your middle name was Eugene!" She said with voice full of fake innocence. Lucas' mouth fell open.
"You'd better run." He threaded and Peyton began to run, but unfortunately for her Lucas caught her after a few seconds.
"Who's mean?" He asked when he tickled her. Peyton writhed but Lucas was way too strong for her.
"You!" She screamed.
"Who?" He asked and began to tickle her harder. "You!" She persevered. Lucas stopped a second.
"You're right." Peyton sighed relieved and took a deep breath, and didn't expect what he said after that.
"But you're so much meaner." And began to tickle her again.
"Stop Lucas! Stop!" She yelled breathless.
"Who's mean?" He asked again.
"Me!" She replied, finally giving up. Lucas let go of the breathless Peyton and pressed a loving kiss on her forehead.
"Come on, now it's really sleeping time." Lucas said and they both returned to the bed. After making themselves comfortable and a long and adoring goodnight kiss, they fell asleep in each others arms to wake up by the next dawn full of surprises.