LPov

'I didn't think they'd ever leave' I murmured after a beat. She smiled shyly.

'Me neither...she didn't react like I thought'

'No? You thought she'd be pissed?'

'No, just more wary of this' Her hand wavered then, indicating between herself and me. 'She likes you'

'Mm. I've been told I can be charismatic' I stood up a little taller and then my confidence lapsed because I didn't know what I was doing other than acting like an utter fool. 'I like her too' I hurriedly agreed. She was wearing that amused smile now. 'I mean she does still scare me a little' That earned me a laugh.

'I'll tell her that'

'Don't' I pouted at the prospect of Brooke Davis being alerted to my feelings. 'She'll eat me alive...are you alright?'

'Uhuh. I'm sorry about early, about my grand entrance'

I squinted at her and my head began to twist back and forth vigorously. 'What on earth do you have to be sorry for?!'

'The last thing you wanted was some girl crying on your door step about finishing with another guy but I-'

'You're not some girl-' I attempted to cut her off but she continued.

'I wasn't crying because I want to be with him I-'

'I know. I know that. I don't like seeing you cry' I softly admitted. 'But I understand and you don't need to be sorry' I took her hand. 'You've had a fucking rough day. You care about him. He hurt you whether intentionally or not and you're worried about his mental health. You've had a huge chapter of your life with him. Of course you're upset. You're allowed to be upset'

'...I'm also relieved...I also really like that I, I'm here...with you and as nerve wracking as it was to find B and Julian here I'm actually glad it's all out in the open'

'Me too...' I stroked her cheek. 'I know today has been a shitty day but it'll be better tomorrow. I promise it will'

'Yeah' She hummed.

'Are you hungry? Have you eaten today?'

'I actually feel a bit like I've got the munchies all of a sudden'

'Have you been feeling hungover all day?'

She hesitated. 'A little' Her expression suggested a lot. I smiled and drew her close.

'I don't know how you've gotten through today on a hangover. I'm sorry'

She snorted into my chest. 'You don't need to be sorry for my bad choices'

'I think I influenced those bad choices somewhat' I rubbed her back. 'Why don't I call for some takeout, would pizza fulfil your munchies?'

'Mm that sounds sort of perfect'

'Good'

PPov

My eyes fluttered open with the swaying motion. I was momentarily confused. Where the hell was I? And more importantly what was happening?

'You're alright' Apparently my confusion was apparent. I blinked blearily up at the voice; Lucas.

'What're, where're...'

'You fell asleep' The last thing I remembered was pizza and the tv and then just resting my eyes for a secon. 'I just thought you'd be more comfy in a bed' God his voice was going to kill me. I didn't know how he got it to do that but that low hum had me tingling from head to toe.

I thought how out of it I must've been to not wake up straight away. The light suddenly disappeared as we moved from the hallway into his bedroom. He blindly navigated us to the bed where he gently set me down.

'I'm sorry' He murmured as he grabbed the light on the bedside table. 'I should've just let you sleep but you were laying weird and kinda cutting off blood circulation to my arm so I just thought-'

'It's fine' I cut off his nonsensical rambling and rubbed at my eyes. '...thank you' I felt stupidly shy. I was wondering all sorts of ridiculous things. Had I been snoring? Had I been heavy? What did I look like right now? What did my breath smell like right now? Why did I drink so much last night? I wanted to be feeling with it right now. 'And sorry'

'Sorry?' His question cut off my obscene wonderings.

'About your arm'

He smiled sweetly. 'A small sacrifice to have you so close. You wanna t-shirt to wear or something?' He was already rummaging through his draws.

'Yeah that would be good. What's the time?'

'9'

'Pm?'

He smirked as he joined me back at the bed. 'Uhuh'

'God, it's so early'

'You're exhausted, you clearly need a good nights sleep' I chewed on the inside of my cheek as he sat back down on the side of the bed and handed me a navy tee. 'How's this?' His thumb ran over my lip and I winced a little as he inspected my war wound.

'A bit sore'

'Maybe we should put some more ice on it?'

'I'm ok' I smiled at his attentiveness. He squinted at me. 'I promise' I added for good measure. 'I'm sorry I'm being lame'

'Lame?' He frowned.

'I dunno. I don't think this is how you expected to be spending the evening'

'And how do you think I expected to be spending the evening?' His brow arched as he regarded me. I paused for too long apparently. 'You thought I was gonna try and get you into bed after everything you've been through today?'

My lips curled up into a smile despite my attempts to stop it. 'Well you did get me into bed, quite efficiently I might add'

'Yes' He laughed. 'I suppose I did, but I wasn't expecting us to, of course I wasn't'

'Ok...' I nodded., 'You do want to though right?' I wondered after a beat. I regretted it as soon as it passed my lips because my cheeks were quick to go hot. His brow was raised. He was amused. Great.

'Yes Peyton Sawyer. I more than want to' He affirmed with a smile.

I nodded once. Awkwardly. Always so awkward. 'God' I put my hand over my face and dramatically rested against the pillows behind me.

'What?' He laughed.

'Oh nothing, I'm just cringing at myself' I mumbled, peering at him through my fingers.

'You're adorable' I frowned. He'd said that last night too. 'Not adorable. Badass' He corrected himself. Clearly he remembered our little conversation too. God I'd been drunk. I dreaded to think what other ridiculous things I'd said. 'Especially when you're sporting a split lip' He drawled and tugged my hand down from my face. 'I'm gonna let you get changed, I'll get you some water'

'Ok' I wondered if my voice sounded as utterly pathetic as it just sounded in my head. 'You, you'll sleep here tonight though right?'

'Do you want me to?' His right eyebrow arched.

'Do you want to?'

'You can't answer a question with a question' He shook his head with a teasing look.

'I want you to'

'I want to if you want me to'

'Ok'

'Ok' He echoed, his smile in tact. 'Getting you water now'

LPov

I startled awake with the movent beside me. Blinked. Smiled as my eyes fluttered open. Peyton. Peyton Sawyer was in my bed. My reality was no longer that farfetched from the delightful dream I'd just been having.

Her back was to me. Her breaths slightly heavier than normal and signalling she was still asleep. Her blonde waves were splayed on the pillow. I reached out, let my finger follow the line of a particularly curly lock.

She shiftted again and this time the little movement had her making contact with me. My cock twitched. I stopped myself from latching my hand around her hip and jerking her back flush against me. I hesitated. Wanted to nestle my dick against her round cheeks. Burrow by face in her neck.

I abruptly pulled myself upright before my current predicament became too much to bear, or worse, woke her. I didn't want her waking up to me like a hormone ridden teenager. After yeseterday the only thing I was certain of was that today needed to be about taking things easy.

I walked around the bed quietly, peering back as I reached her side. Her lip took me off guard; her war wound from the previous day had temporarily been forgotten. I still didn't know how I felt about it. She'd been adament that it was an accident and deep down I was sure that was the case but the thought of someone hurting her had a rage bubbling in me that I was finding hard to compute because it was not like anything I'd felt before. I blinked. I was fucking screwed. If that hadn't been apparent to me before it definitely was now. She was it. It wasn't even a question or hope. Just truth. I tore myself away before I began wondering if the intense feelings I'd been encountering for months now were being felt by her too and I most certainly wasn't about to start putting that kind of preassure on her. I mean this time just yesterday she was in a long term relationship with another guy. Today she was in my bed. In my t-shirt. Shower. I need a fucking shower. Quick.

PPov

The unfamiliar noise had my eyes jerking open. It took me a moment to realise where I was and figure out that the shower was running in the ajoining ensuite. Lucas. My eyes sought out the clock on his bedside table. 10am. I couldn't remember the last time I'd slept so long. I'd bloody fell asleep before 10pm. Clearly exhaustion had taken hold. I wondered how long he'd been awake. I pursed my lips and fuck my mouth felt more bruised today. I wondered what I looked like. I pushed my vanity to the back of my mind though because my thoughts soon turned to Jake. I wondered how he was. If I should text. Mouth had sent me a message last night informing me that he wasn't in the best way and promised he wouldn't leave him alone. The guilt had my stomach in knots. Despite wanting to check in I was more than aware that space was what was required, for me and him.

The shower had been shut off now and I found myself closing my eyes in preperation for Lucas appearing. I'm not sure why. As ridiculous as it was I was nervous. A lot had happened in the last 24 hours. He'd asked me to move in with him. I'd said fucking yes. I wondered if he'd still feel the same today. People said things they didn't mean in the heat of the moment. The click of the door signalled his entrance. I waited for a good sixty seconds before opening my eyes slightly.

I swallowed. His towel was on the floor. The top drawer of his chest open. His bare backside faced me. He stepped into his underwear a moment later and then his feet were seeking out the pant legs of his jeans. He twisted a bit toward me as he pulled the fabric up and my eyes scanned him. My mouth was dry. My memory from our night together was a little hazy in parts. I had every feeling and touch memorised but it had been dark and my recollection was a bit foggy in terms of any distinctive markings and features on him. His abs popped slightly but not overly and I wanted to let my finger run up and down his chest. To feel-

'You're awake' His voice cut off my thoughts, my gaze jerking up. He was smiling and finished buttoning his jeans. I shrunk into the mattress and considered closing my eyes but it was too late. I'd been caught perving on him.

'Hi' My voice sounded deeper than normal, still thick with sleep.

'Were you just pretending to be asleep so you could sneak a peak at the goods?'

'No' My alarm was clearly apparent because he was laughing. He walked over to me then, still sans top. I curled further into the bedsheets and tried not to let my eyes stray but his lack of top couldn't be more distracting. 'You had a shower'

'Uhuh' He chuckled as he perched on the mattress beside me.

'Stating the obvious Peyton' I mumbled to myself.

'How's this?'

'Bit tender'

'It looks a bit better. We can put some more ice on it over breakfast. I hope I didn't wake you?'

'No' Sort of a lie. The foreign noise of the shower in the adjacent room had stirred me.

'I don't believe you. Sorry it was sort of a necessity'

I bit my bottom lip. Wondered if my mind was just going to the gutter or if he really was implying that he'd woken up with...I needed to stop because my cheeks were getting hotter by the second '...you could have just woke me'

His hand found my cheek and he shook his head. 'You looked so peaceful. Did you sleep ok?'

'Uhuh, I didn't wake up once'

'You were really tired'

'Did you sleep ok?' I fired his question back at him.

'Mhm, never better'

'It's not weird sharing your bed?'

'I have to admit you did take me by surprise when I first woke up. But the best kind of surprise' I smiled. 'Now my dreams don't have to end when I wake up'

'You dreamt about me?' He squited and gave a little nod. 'What did you dream?'

'I don't think right now is the time for that' He laughed and abruptly got up. 'I'm starving? Are you? I'll go see what can find'

'Kay...can I have a shower?' His head popped free from a blue t.

'Of course you can, you don't need to ask. I left some fresh towels out in there for you'

'Thanks'

'Ok, I'll go see what I can rustle up'

LPov

'This is weird isn't it?'

'Nope' I laughed, she'd been terribly antsy since we'd left the apartment 'I mean you're being slightly weird' I confessed.

'I'm weird generally'

'No' I took her hand then because I was concerned she was offended by my observation but her smile at me a moment later assured me that wasn't the case. We'd decided over breakfast that we should come and get her a few essentials seeing as she wasn't ready to go collect any of her things yet 'Would you rather I grabbed a coffee and met you in a while?'

'Erm' She pondered my suggestion. 'I mean if you'd rather do that then sure, I really don't mind' I wasn't sure if that was her saying yes and she wanted me to give her some privacy or if she really didn't care. She stopped walking then and my gaze averted to the shop we'd stopped outside. Lingerie. 'I need some underwear'

'...oh...I take back my offer. I think I'd rather stay with you' I grinned.

She smiled then. 'Of course you would' She rolled her eyes and I hastily trailed behind her. 'I'm in and out of here Lucas Scott so if you think you're about to get a little fashion show you're mistaken'

I heard her but was too distracted to answer. She seemingly knew what she was after and made a beeline for a particular section.

She indecisively flipped through the colours of the panties, her eyes self consciously skittering to me. 'Any preference on colour?'

'The green' She kinked her brow. 'Wrong answer?'

'Nope just surprising'

'Oh?'

'Aren't most guys into red and black?'

'I'm not most guys. Your eyes are green'

'Yes, yes they are. Green it is' She confirmed with a small smile and handed me the green item. I awkwardly hung the hanger over my finger and made a point of not staring at the lacy garment.

'What do you like?'

She looked at me almost coyly. '...well black is staple. Nude and white is staple' She picked out said colours too and hung them on my clawed hand.

'You're describing necessities'

'Uhuh. Maybe blue'

'I like the blue' I nodded enthusiastically and she laughed again.

'I think you like all the colours'

'Well yeah'

'I think that'll do, I don't intend on never getting my stuff back' She sighed. 'I just wanna get one bra too'

'Uhuh. Ok' I chirped and she was laughing at me again.

'We're doing this all very backwards aren't we?'

'Backwards?'

'We slept together and I barely knew you. I'm staying at your house and we've not even officially been together a day and now I'm letting you pick out my freaking underwear and we've not even had one date'

I laughed. She was right and clearly fretting. 'So our relationship hasn't been traditional' I shrugged. 'It might not be a day old but it's still the best I've ever had'

'Oh don't say things like that' She chimed.

'It's the truth'

'It can't be the best yet! That's like dooming us from the get go. You can't get better than the best'

'I don't know. I think we might be able to. I mean you in these, in nothing but these, in my bed is definitely going to be better than the best' I needed to stop but her cheeks flushed red was too cute. She was more than aware of her heated cheeks. Her hands cupping them briefly for a moment. 'It's really cute how easy it is to make you blush' I couldn't help but tease her.

'It won't be cute when I faint on you' She grumbled. I stepped in front of her then, stopping her inspection of the rail of bras in front of us. 'What? Do I have something on me other than scarlet cheeks?'

'No. I just haven't kissed you yet today. Did you know that?'

'...yes'

'I couldn't earlier cause I...' I trailed off.

'Cause?' Her brow was kinked.

'I wouldn't have been able to stop. It's rather embarassing how little control I seemingly have around you'

Her hand settled on my chest as she took a little step closer. 'You don't need to be controlled' She shook her head, her gaze on the fingers fiddling with the fabric of my t-shirt.

'I don't want to be insensisitive of everything you've been through in the last 24 hours-'

'Luke' She looked up at me then, green eyes so expressive and beautiful that I found it hard to understand how they could ever be gazing at me. 'The last thing I'd ever describe you as is insensitive'

'No? I think you're being overly kind'

'I appreciate the distraction ok? But you're right, you're not being very sensitive right now'

'No?' My brow furrowed but then she was smiling.

'I thought you were going to kiss me?'

I smiled and quickly obliged, tilting my head as I drew her closer. I was still juggling the hangers she'd hooked over my fingers and briefly thought I probably looked ridiculous but then her tongue was coasting over my bottom lip and I wasn't thinking anything other than wanting more. It dawned on me that this was our first kiss alone that wasn't aided by alcohol. Well we weren't alone. We were in the middle of store. I'd never been one for huge public displays of affection and I'm sure I'd have felt differently if we were surrounded by any of my friends or family right now but as it was I seemingly didn't give a shit about what any of the shoppers around us thought.

'Ok' She eventually hummed breathlessly. 'We need...I need...bra'

I smirked. 'Yeah' I brushed my thumb over the underside of her breast as I let my hand settle at her waist.

'Fuck' She was frowning now.

'What's wrong?' I couldn't help but smile because her expression was nothing but comical.

'I'm screwed'

'What?'

'Don't you know?'

I knew. Seemingly we'd got this talking without really talking thing down. She was overwhelmed by the intensity of this thing between us just as much as I was and the realisation had relief and excitement tingling through me. 'I know. I'm right here with you though. Ok?'

'...ok'

PPov

'What're you doing in there?' I startled at his voice. A total girl was the answer but not the answer he was gonna get.

'Nothing just trying on stuff I bought earlier!'

'And you're not sharing with me?!'

I smiled to myself. 'Hell no!' Turned to the side and studied myself in the mirror for the hundredth time. It wasn't a complete lie. I was trying on stuff I'd bought earlier, just the underwear. I'd ditched the bra because I was far too nervous already without prolonging the inevitable. I skimmed my hand over stomach. Scowled at the way my hipbone jutted out a little. Wished I was just a little more curvier. Still, he'd seen it all before. I tore my eyes away from my reflection to the square of tissue paper precariously hanging from my knee; I'd made a poor effort at shaving my legs in the sink and nicked myself in doing so. In fact I was sure if he'd seen me over the last half hour he'd be running for the hills.

'Get out here'

'I'll be one more minute' I tugged the piece of tissue away. We'd been out nearly all day. His doing, not mine. After shopping he'd insisted we eat which I'd been more than game for but it wasn't lost on me that he was actually trying to keep me out and preoccupied. And it had been more than welcome.

'You're mean' His voice whined.

It wasn't bleeding anymore so that was a plus. I left on the green panties I was currently wearing and reached for the t-shirt that had seemingly become my sleep attire, tugging it over my head and giving myself one more quick look over before exiting.

He was pouting when I re-entered the bedroom. He was sat on the bed, a book propped on his lap, glasses that I didn't know he needed on his face. He peered over the top of the lenses, his eyes drifting up me 'I like you in my t-shirt' his pout softened into a smirk.

I smiled and hurried over to the bed, eager to sit down as I became self conscious under his gaze. 'You're wearing glasses'

'Ah, yes. I need them for reading. Happened last year. Was rather depressing news' He took them off and put them on the bedside table along with his book.

'I like them'

'Oh?'

'Yes. Am I blurry usually?'

'No' He laughed. 'It's just for the computer and when I'm reading that I need them. I can see all of you just fine' His eyes were trailing down my legs again and I curled up small. 'You're so much shyer than I thought you were' He was amused by me yet again. Great.

'Is that a problem?'

'Why would it be a problem?'

'I dunno. It's something that gets drummed into you from the get go. Peyton's a good student but she should speak up more. Peyton's too quiet' I mimicked quotes from past school reports.

'There's nothing wrong with you being quiet or shy. Introverted people probably say far more poignant things than extroverts' I smiled at his effort to make me feel better about myself. 'I think you're perfect' His hand snuck out then and stroked over my cheek. My eyes averted.

'I'm definitely not that'

'Look at me' His voice husked. I hesitantly found is gaze again. 'You are'

How could I not kiss him when he was saying things like that? A small noise passed my lips as I awkwardly craned my neck to kiss him most abruptly. God the way he was just looking at me. The light touch of his fingertips on my face became firmer, his other hand finding the other side of my face as he wasted no time in deepening the kiss. I instantly felt boneless. It wasn't lost on me that he was still attentively avoiding my top right lip. There was a slight twinge there but god I didn't give a shit. The rims of his glasses bumped against the bridge of my nose for the second time when he reluctantly eased back and removed them, blindly setting them on the bed side table. I laid back and then his hand was on my waist and I found myslf arching as he loomed over me.

I felt like I was panting horribly loudly but I couldn't help it. It felt like I'd gone from 0-10 in the space of about ten seconds but the ache down there was suddenly unbearable.

He smiled. 'You ok?' He nuzzled my nose, blatantly a little perplexed by how worked up I was.

'...I'm...' I swallowed. 'I need...' His hand confidently slid down my side and shifted between us like he could read my fucking mind. I gasped loudly as he cupped me hard. His thumb resting on my pubic bone as his fingers curled against me. 'Fuck'

'This?'

'Yes' I rocked against his digits. The preassure of his thumb sort of restraining my hips while his fingers both helped to ease and fuel the ache.

'Fuck you're wearing...'

My movements together with his other wandering hand had successfully shifted the fabric of his t-shirt up higher to reveal my underwear.

'Do you still like them?' I wondered. He swallowed. Didn't verbally answer. Nodded slowly. I held my breath under his intense gaze. 'Are you gonna say anything?' I eventually whispered because his staring was making me uncomfortable.

He smiled. 'I've had to make do with the memory of you like this for a while. I'm just a little overwhelmed that I've got you here, like this again. I replay it. Over and over and over' He confided and god I loved that. Loved that I wasn't the only one that had meticulously gone over our shared night.

'You're not the only one' I gasped.

'No?'

'No...I, I don't know how that night ha-hap-pened. I, I'm still confused by me, me doing that'

'Don't be confused' I whimpered because his hand was suddenly gone. 'Sit up' He murmured as he sat back on his feet. I bit my lip as I shakily followed his demand and then he was removing the t-shirt altogether leaving me in just the panties.

'Fuck Peyton' He breathed out as he chucked the offending clothing as far away as possible and then his mouth was on mine. I hummed at the long awaited contact because even though we'd been kissing just moments ago it was suddenly far too long. I don't know what we'd been doing for the last twenty four hours but it should've been this, nothing but this. This should be all we do.

He pushed me back into the mattress again and then his weight was on me. He grunted. I wondered if I felt as wonderful to him as he did to me because fucking christ it was like his body was made for mine. Two jigsaw puzzle pieces. Our limbs entwined together in all the right places, the pads of his fingers knew exactly where to press and I wanted more. Need more.

LPov

'Are you sure you want to?' I needed to put a halt to this right now if it wasn't going to happen.

A small laugh sounded from the back of her throat. 'Really?'

'I just would rather you tell me now cause I, I'm losing my shit a bit' She bit her lip. 'And that fucking doesn't help. God you're so sexy and you don't even know it do you?' I nuzzled my nose against hers. A breathy laugh passed her lips again.

'I'm a mess right now Luke and you're, you're so composed'

'I can assure you I'm not that. If only you could hear my thoughts' She shivered beneath me as I shrugged off my t-shirt. Her hands helped, fingers settling on my back as soon as I was free. I pressed our torsos together, murmuring at the delightful feel of her flush against me.

'Luke?'

'Mm?'

'When, when was the last time you did this?'

I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip '...you'

She swallowed. 'Me'

'...uhuh...why so sad? Would you rather I'd been with other people?' I couldn't work out her expression.

'...I just...'

'You've done this with him since we?' I assumed before I could help myself. She stiffened. 'You don't have to answer that. I'm sorry-'

'...there's been a few times...' She whispered. I nodded curtly. Didn't know how to respond. I wasn't under the illusion that she hadn't been with Jake but that didn't mean it was easy to hear and I was regretting my enquiry in all of a heartbeat. Thoughts I'd been battling for the last few months were still ever present despite knowing Jake and her were over. '...I didn't want to I just, he wanted me and I...shit I'm ruining this aren't I? I'm sorry'

'Shh' My face crumpled because the last thing I wanted to hear is that she'd forced herself to do this with anyone. 'Don't be sorry'

'...I feel guilty though. I felt like I was betraying you which is crazy in itself because we, we weren't but...I felt guilty for not wanting to with him so I just, I-'

'You don't need to feel guilty for anything. I understand'

'You're not mad?'

'Jealous. Yes. Sad that you made yourself be like that with him when you didn't want to. Mad? No. I understand'

'...you've really not...since me?'

'No. There's been a lot of cold showers after lots of fantasising about you...we really don't have to do this you know? I don't want you feeling any pressure'

'I don't, I'm not. I want to, you don't want to now do you?'

'You couldn't be more wrong about that' I shook my head and smiled. 'You don't need to be nervous. Ok?'

'Why do people say that? If you're nervous you're nervous'

'I suppose you're right. But you needn't be. It was good before right?' I pried.

'Mm'

'Well then, what're you fretting about in that head of yours?' She worried her bottom lip some more. 'Come on, spit it out'

'You're gonna make fun of me'

'I can't promise that I won't' I agreed mischievously.

'You think that's gonna make me confide?'

I laughed. 'I promise I won't make fun. Girl scout honour' I mocked. Her nose predictably screwed up as she looked at me disgruntled. 'I'm sorry' I smirked. 'I just like it when you make that face. It's so cute'

'What face?' She frowned.

'Your I'm annoyed face. I think you look most girly when you're pissed off'

'Girly?'

'Uhuh. So girly. It's not bad. It's cute. It makes me want to fuck you' A rosy tint found her cheeks with my crude words. 'Which I realise probably isn't the right reaction to you being pissed off. Sorry' I squinted at her. 'So...?'

'...What if I'm not as good as you remember?'

'Not as good?'

'What if the fact that I was taken was half of the draw even if you didn't realise it at the time. It was mysterious and, and just..hot and I'm free now and-'

'Peyton what drew me to you was these initially if we're being completely honest' I grasped her impossibly sexy legs and urged them higher around me summoning a gasp from both of us. 'And then those eyes' I stared into her green orbs. 'So beautiful...and then you spoke and god your voice' I made a ridiculous gawping face at her that had her shaking her head and laughing. 'And then I actually liked the words that came out of that mouth too which isn't the norm for me. So you see, I knew all those things prior to finding out you were taken. What about me?'

'Huh?' She blinked.

'Well what if the draw was that I was off limits and you didn't know at the time? The fact that you knew I was forbidden. Maybe that was the draw-'

'This was my hypothetical game!'

'Well I can play too' I jibed. 'Well?'

'The forbidden factor was at the root of every reason I tried to talk myself out of that night Luke. Not the other way round. I hate cheating. It's ugliness. And yet that night, you, something about you made me forget all of that and I can assure you it had nothing to do with it being exiting because it was forbidden' She murmured.

'What was it then?'

'I don't know. It's something I can't explain. It's like I wasn't me but was me for the first time ever at the same time. Maybe it was just that you, you were so confident and you, you wanted me so badly. I've never felt so wanted in my whole life'

'You're just as wanted right this second. I don't think it's ever gonna be enough' I confessed. 'I've not stopped wanting you for a single second...the things I want to do to you' I let my lips graze over hers before dipping my tongue back into her mouth. It's like we'd been practicing this for years. This was all so new and yet didn't feel the least bit foreign at excatly the same time. I struggled to undo my belt whilst still trying to hold my weight over her and not disconnect our mouthes.

Her hands soon took over the task. 'Your hands are so fucking small' I mumbled into her mouth. That observation had stuck with me from the one night we'd had together.

'Average actually. Brooke always teases me that it's a miracle I can hold a pencil though' My laugh vibrated against her lips because the only thing I was thinking about right now was her hand on my dick.

Her feet were down the back of my pants now, toes pressing against the flesh of my ass as she not so effectively tried to get my jeans down.

'You didn't use your time alone effectively' She complained of my clothes.

'I get distracted by a book rather easily and I didn't want you thinking...'

'That you wanted this? I know I'm a bit of a mess but you, you're the only thing I'm not confused about'

'Oh?' I smiled at that. 'That's good to know' I gave her a chaste kiss before I rose off her. I'd had enough of the unbearable, constrictive fabric that was separating us. I stood, dropping my jeans and boxers in one. She had her hands half in her hair and half over her eyes like some weird crab monster as I looked back at her. 'What are you doing?'

'Trying unsuccessfuly to remain calm'

I laughed and headed into the bathroom.

'What're you-'

'Protection' I called back quickly retrieving what we needed from a draw.

'You don't have to, I'm actually on the pill' She announced as I hastily returned.

'I'm totally cool with still' I held the condom up as crawled back onto the bed. 'I mean, you can trust me' I hoped my face wasn't saying what my head was. I hoped she couldn't see that I was praying for her to assure me we didn't need to use the silver wrapper in my grasp.

'You can trust me I've, I've only been with Jake and...I promise I'm...'

'I do trust you' I smirked.

'I trust you' She confiscated the condom and discarded it across the room. 'We don't need it...Fuck' Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I settled back on her. The green silky fabric of her underwear was the only barrier against her heat now. 'God you just have to fucking look at me and I'm...'

'Same' I kissed her chin. She rocked her head back and I made a trail down her neck. I could see her. All of her. I'd not had the luxury of that last time. We'd worked in the dull light of the moon. I wanted to inspect every inch of her. Find all the secret little freckles and markings that made her her but it'd have to wait. Her hand clawed into my hair as I reached her right breast, my tongue swirling around her soft flesh gently and then sucking a little harder, teeth grazing her nipple. She made a noise I'd not heard her make then and it had me thrusting against her.

'Enough I need...I need' I loved how fucking delerious she was. How desperate. She was trying to get her green, silky briefs down now.

'Uh, uh. Let me' I took over, delighting in how wet the material was. She bent her legs up to help me and once I'd disposed of them I sought out her face again. Her eyes were where her hand suddenly was; on my cock. I took a shuddering breath, my vision faltering for a second. I blinked. Joined her in watching her fingers for a second before I had to stop her. I jerked her away and pinned her hands back to the bed either side of her head, a little yelp sounding from her at my haphazard movement. It had been a necessity 'I'm afraid this isn't gonna last very long, especially with you doing that'

'We've got all night'

'Mmm...' Our noses bumped together as I nodded. She shifted her legs so they were locked at my back then and her movement had me rocking into her a little. I exhaled into her mouth. 'Look at me' I wanted her eyes locked with mine. Her lashes fluttered open and as soon as those green eyes were gazing at me I thrust into her. Her lips parted, a gasp sounding from her. Fucking. Jesus. Christ. So small. So tight. So warm. I was seeing stars. Fuck she was perfect. I didn't know how I'd actually survived the last seven months without this. We said nothing for a moment. Her hand found my cheek. 'I'm concerned you're going to regret this cause I, I don't think I'm ever gonna let you out of this bed' I admitted most seriously.

She smiled. 'You can hold me hostage all you like'

'Yeah?' I shifted then, couldn't stay still for another moment. A breathy noise escaped her mouth that had my lips smirking.

'Yes' She shuddered. I rocked in the same motion again only thrusting a little harder and this time she whimpered. I greedily dipped my tongue back into her mouth, wanted to devour every noise she made.

I'd always experienced a modicum of doubt with other girls. It didn't matter how confident I felt there'd always be that brief moment where I wondered if they were enjoying this to the same extent as me. There was no uncertainty with her. I inately knew. Nothing about being with her was like anything I'd experienced before.

She was an angel. An acutal angel. And right now she was all mine. I didn't want her to be anything but mine. The possessive feelings coarsing through me were again foreign and I would've been concerned by them if she wasn't looking at me like that. I was certain the intensity of this electric connection we had was completely mutual. She wasn't that good an actress. Sure she'd been closed off but she couldn't disguise anything right here like this.

Her breathing had staccattoed now, her eyes fluttered shut. I didn't want it to end but she was right, we had all night and there was no way in hell this could ever be anything but the haphazard, needy affair that it had swiftly become. My hand had slid under her ass and pressed her impossibly closer and then she was shuddering around me, her release a catalyst to my own. I dropped my head to her neck. My mouth open as the world spun. I could feel her heart racing. We both stayed immobile for god knows how long. Eventually her fingers slowly awakened to lazily trail through my hair. I wondered how much time had passed. Suddenly it occured to me that I was very much squashing her and I reluctantly eased up from my hiding place.

'Hi' She was wearing a shy smile that had me wanting to instantly fuck her all over again. This was going to be a serious problem.

'Hi. You ok?'

'More than. Are you?'

'More than' I kissed her sweetly. 'I'm squishing you'

'I like it'

I ignored her and coaxed her legs down before easing off of her to her side. 'Com'ere' I settled her against my chest, our legs entangling. 'Ok?'

'Mmm...' She gazed up at me then. '...Seriously, how are we ever gonna leave this bed?'

I smiled along with her after a beat. 'I don't know. Of all the problems to have I guess it's not so awful'

'No, not so awful...this is good right?'

'Good doesn't fucking sum up what that just was'

'No' She agreed and closed her eyes.

'Don't go to sleep. I'm not done with you yet'

'Not done with me?' One eye opened and her expression was bemused.

'No' I confirmed. 'We're definitely doing that again'

'Hell yes. I just need you to hold me for a minute longer though...pinch me' I obliged and cheeikly dug my fingers into the flesh of her right ass cheek earning me a light slap. 'Luke!'

'You said' I chimed as she burrowed closer to me, my fingers coasting soothingly over the spot I'd just squeezed.

'I just wanted to check this isn't a cruel dream that I'm about to wake up from'

'No. We're done playing that game. It's just this now. This is our reality. You and me'

Her fingers were trailing a pathway up and down my abs and she left a small, lazy kiss to my chest. 'Together'

'Together'