A/N: Hi people. Warning: This chapter ends up as a long M-rated scene P (Okay, if my smut sucks, forgive me...I think it sucks at least) THANKS FOR REVIEWS, I never thought I would get this much reviews, still blown away. ... And, I am still in search for a beta-reader for this story, so if anyone feels like: yep, that's totally for me! ... Let me know.

There's a Class For ... Love Meets Lust

"So ladies and gentlemen. That's way that event was so important of the history of our country."

Peyton felt like she was drowning in boredom while her history teacher kept parading in front of the classroom, rambling words the blonde didn't hear anymore. Almost automatically the pencil moved in her hand, sketching little figures on her sheets of paper. Her look flew beside her, seeing Lucas deeply interested in the words their teacher spoke, penning down notes feverish.

'How could he be so interested into this?' She wondered while looking closer to his features. His face was so intense, his teeth slightly buried in his full lower lip, the pen in his hand leading a life on its own. He looked so concentrated while she felt herself bored to death.

Fun, that was what she needed. The realisation there were still two another classes after this made her want to die if she didn't already from weariness.

Staring at him, seeing him so intensely interested, the look on his face was so familiar. He looked the same way at her as they were making love. A sudden heat transformed into a wave of wetness. And suddenly she was all naughty and turned on. Along the wave daringness had travelled along, making her hand tingling, making it start its own life.

Easily her hand bridged the distance between her desk and Lucas to find his leg. He didn't seem to be interrupted by her, he was too much into the subject of the class and Peyton couldn't help to feel slightly annoyed.

She was in a desperate need for some body contact. It had been over a week since she and Lucas had made love, not that long, but for Peyton it was dragging and especially frustrating. Being so near to him all the time and not being able to use the opportunity fully was maddening. Over the past week opportunities had come along, and they had been close from time to time but always Karen had managed to walk in or call or interrupt in some sort of way. She almost had to believe Lucas that Karen had a sixth sense that was specialized in her son's sex life.

Again she let her hand travel over his leg, feeling the rough texture of jeans beneath her fingertips. And also this time she got no reaction out of him. A heavy sigh escaped. The heat inside her kept growing, a need deep inside her begging to be fulfilled.

Peyton was attracted to sex like a little chid to cookies. Once you gave her it, she kept asking and asking for it. Once she had tasted it, she could not forget how delicious it was and wanted more and more of it. More often the subject popped up in her head for completely no reason. Getting addicted very slowly.

"Luke?" Her voice came out in a low whisper, barely hiding the fact she was getting overheated.

"What's up Peyton?" He asked, his head turned a bit but holding his main attention on the black board.

"I am bored." She said innocently, placing her hand on his tight, making him look up at her.

"Class is over in less than a half hour." He said, focusing on the teacher again, annoying Peyton. She couldn't have it. She wanted his attention, she needed it, and she would get it.

"I think I could enjoy myself in the main time." Her hand moved smoothly to the inside of his tight, making Lucas gasp.

"Peyton?!" His voice shot out. "What's wrong Lucas?" She asked, her hands circling over his left tight. A blush crept from his neck all over his face when her hand moved closer to his crotch.

"Pey-" Lucas' voice shot out a little harder than expected.

"Mister Scott, is there something you want to share with the class?" The teacher asked, annoyed by being interrupted by something else than a meaningful question.

"No. I am. I –" Peyton didn't even remove her hand making Lucas near to losing it.

"Eeuhm. I am not really feeling well." Lucas mumbled, feeling extremely uncomfortable with all the eyes of his classmates glued on him.

"You look a little red. You might have a fever. Do you want to go the nurse?" Nervously he shook his head.

"It's okay." He mumbled, he wanted to do anything but not stand up since the beginning of something he didn't want to share with the rest of his class.

Peyton grinned wickedly at him, enjoying of her unspoken power. The History lesson moved and so did Peyton's torture. Lucas knew he would have appreciated it very much and liked it when they were in another place, but here with his best friends, his half brother and his ex and several of other people including a teacher wasn't an ideal situation. Even he had to admit that under the first layer from nervousness and anxiousness and being uncomfortable, it felt incredibly good to feel his body fall into excitement. His mother giving him and Peyton no space for their physical relationship irritated Lucas. He knew she did it for all the good reasons but still, he wanted the space for it.

A throaty moan escaped when Peyton found a good rhythm, he couldn't deny that what her hands did felt like heaven. The intimate strokes on his inner tights leaving him at the beginning of his arousal.

Peyton was bad for what she was doing, she knew and he knew it but he couldn't find any reason to stop her on the other side. Even there were probably plenty of reasons, not one flashed before his blue eyes, the only thing that flashed before his eyes was Peyton. His precious Peyton.

The ball rang, class was over and Lucas had a little problem. Peyton only smirked widely, proud of which affect she had managed. Almost all the others had already left the classroom to hurry to their following class, the teacher was wrapping up her stuff, three girls and the two of them remained.

Peyton had already wrapped up her books and pens, looking at how uncomfortable Lucas was moving, she could even feel her smile grow even wider. Eventually he got up, threw his school bag over his shoulder. Peyton couldn't help but let out a straddled moan when she felt Lucas right behind her, her hands in his, leading him. Her smile turned from wide to wicked when she felt the bump she caused press in her back. Oh sweet victory.

All their other classmates had already headed for the next class, they could see them disappear when they walked around the corner. Lucas just stood there, Peyton turned around, assuming he was just hoping and waiting for his little visitor to leave.

But then she saw something … that spark in his blue eyes, naughty and alive. In that flash of a moment, Peyton knew this was going to be an afternoon she would never forget.

Lucas grabbed Peyton by the hands, their lips meeting for an over-stuffed kiss of want and desire. An unheard click of a door opening, tripling footsteps and then a door smacked shut.

Before both of them could even realise were they were in an empty classroom. Too busy to notice, Lucas backed Peyton into the wall, attacking her with feverish want. His tongue demanding access to the sweet depths of warm mouth by almost pushing it past her in cherry lip glossed lips.

"You're bad." Lucas husked against the nape of her neck. "But I guess you knew that already?" He brought out between the teasing, feather light kisses on her skin. In one swift motion he pinned her both arms up above her head, ending all her control on him and taken over, taking the control of their pleasure in his own hands.

His free hand he used to tuck violently on her cloths, his lips attacking her like he would devour her like fresh meat. She couldn't be more turned on, she had always known this 'animal' like desire found house in him. And she had been waiting for to get it out and now she had it, and enjoying it for the full hundred percent.

"How did you dare to do that?" He panted while his hand ran over her side. "Play with me like that?" He pressed himself into her, wanting. Friction and tension building up with every broken breath they took. "Knowing I couldn't react." His fingers went playing with the highest button of her shirt.

She looked hot as fire, Lucas could almost see the steam come off. Probably it was just his wild imagination but she looked breath-taking. She was wearing a boudreaux red blouse with white wings imagines sewn on her back. Totally something for Peyton. She matched the item with a short leather skirt and black pumps. Her hair in perfect curls. Subtle make up for the presentation she had to do for her art class earlier today.

Her green eyes shined wicked, not showing him any regret, driving him wild. In full expectation she liked her lips slowly, turning him on even more. He couldn't take it anymore, her teasing was the droplet, he had to have her.

His actions were feverish when he picked her up, carried her through the classroom and laid her down on the teacher's desk after getting the stuff on it fly out every single direction. But there was no way he could think straight right now, all he cared about was the feeling of his manhood staining painful against his jeans and the beautiful girl in his arms.

Gasping and shivering with burning desire he managed to unbutton Peyton's blouse, revealing her velvet soft skin and a black lacy bra. In the meantime Peyton tried as best as she could to unbutton his black shirt, needing to feel his tanned skin of his torso underneath her fingertips.

She felt another wave of wetness flow through her body when she saw Lucas desperately trying to unbuckle his belt. But unfortunately for him, his fingers betrayed him by trembling. Peyton couldn't help but smirk seeing him helplessly trying.

Her hand met his cheek when she rose up, her green eyes telling him to stop, her other hand travelling southwards, and within seconds the click of his belt was heard.

"Thank you." Lucas panted, blushing even more.

"It was all my pleasure." Peyton whispered back, kissing him softly on the jaw.

Her look stumbling downwards, landing on his pitched boxers, Peyton couldn't help but bite on her lip, waiting what would happen next. Lucas caught her slightly worried look, not too surprised by her daringness falling back into hesitance. Making love for them was still pretty new, and doing that in 'public' was more than brand new also the nervousness it all brought made her mind spin.

With a soft smile he reassured her, guiding her to lie back down again. Hesitantly he began to stroke her cheeks, confidence coming back slowly by seeing her more comfortable again. Then his hands ventured to her breasts, his fingers skating teasingly under the cups of her bra. In just a second the lost degrees where earned back. Feelings his hardness press against her inner tight, her temperature went through the roof, there was no place for holding back anymore.

But Lucas on the other side was not ready to give her what she wanted. Very slowly he began fondle between her legs, earning sweet and little moans from her. Her hips moving up in slight reflex when the sweet fondling became furious rubbing, a delicious friction had build up.

"God Luke!" She pleadingly almost screamed.

"Teasing doesn't feel so good anymore, doesn't it?" He teasingly asked but more stated. She rolled her eyes before rising up quickly, crashing her mouth down on his. They almost lost balance when Peyton was a little too thrilled to get as much skin of him as possible underneath her fingertips.

After letting her hands roam over his muscular chest, her hands dropped down dramatically, dragging the appreciative moans out of him when her hands slipped under the waistband of his boxers.

Lucas broke it off, realising his glory wouldn't last any longer anymore if they didn't stop this.

Softly her back met the wood again, struggling to take even breaths, knowing what would happen next. His big warm hands slipping under her leather skirt, lifting it up. Her breath getting in a swifter pace, in full anticipation, wanting this, no God, needing this.

His long fingers hooking under the black lacy material of her little briefs, pulling it down in one swift motion, yanking them off her slender legs. Not even seconds after exposing her, he pulled his own boxer briefs down.

This was the moment they had been longing for, this was the start of their show.

Lucas brought himself closer to her, his hands finding place under her hips, titling her up a bit. Ready for the big action.

"Lucas." Or maybe not. Peyton clenched her thighs together, Lucas knew directly which direction this was heading too.

"Come on Peyton." He pleaded, desperate for her, being so close to where he wanted to be.

"No Lucas." She shook her head, clenched her tights even firmer together that it even had to hurt, she was ready to come up again.

"It's okay. I'll get it." With his jeans and boxers around his ankles stumbled toward his school bag. Managing to open it swiftly, get out his wallet to get out of a condom.

Returning to her, she got up, taking the package from him. She ripped it open and rolled the condom over his hard manhood very slowly but firmly, making him shiver at her sensual touch. A shuddering breath escaped him.

Peyton had been strict when it came down on birth control. Even she was talking the pill, Lucas needed to wear a condom. Peyton knew he didn't always see the point of it while they were hot and heavy, but two pregnancy scares to his side and the pill still not being a full hundred percent guarantee gave them no other choice.

Lucas reassuringly smiled at her, knowing at this point he but also she got nervous. After all her daringness and needy like behaviour, she still was a doubtful person. Doubting about his real intentions, about if her body was attractive enough, about if she did make him feel good.

Their hands entangled, his blue eyes telling her it was about to happen. Very slowly he entered her while the grip of her hands on his intensified, squeezing away her slight pain and discomfort. Sweetly Lucas kissed her knuckles which made her smile, little tears in the corners of her eyes shined.

Their hands separated again, Lucas hand skating over her smooth skin to find their target between her legs. Teasingly he let his thumb circle over her special spot. A little airy moan escaped, that was his sign. Very carefully withdrew himself almost fully from her to then, push back in deeper. Another moan of satisfaction escaped her, she closed her eyes, enjoying her victory.

"God Luke." She mumbled while his strokes got deeper and faster. "You feel so good." She panted, her hands reaching out for him, wanting, making in chest swell with proud.

Moans and groans competed and won each other over. Desire meeting pleasure, creating pure want. And she suddenly needed his lips upon her, when he was moving so perfectly inside of her, she wanted his lips moving on hers.

Reaching out for him, frustrated with not being able to really touch him while Lucas rode her with blind need, his eyes closed, enjoying every single second.

"Lucas." She heatedly whispered, but he didn't interrupt his actions.

"Luke." She murmured, making him open his hooded eyes.

"Kiss." She brought out between her heavy breaths. He got it, stopped his movements and supported her to sit up, still staying inside her.

Her legs automatically locking around his waist like her arms around his neck. Their mouths meeting in an adoring kiss, lips making flexible movements, tongues dancing.

The rhythm of their hips went slower but their kissing and touching hands surely made up for that. Peyton's hand travelled over his muscular chest downwards, her thumbs stroking over the edges of his hipbones. So slow while their lips kept meeting in short, feverish kisses.

That was before a strong but pleasurable feeling began to suck away the sense in his head. He managed to lay Peyton down without hurting her and then the last strings that bound him to his common sense broke and his common sense turned into animal desire.

Gasping he pounded into her senselessly, not caring for the pain that was caused by his hips that hit the hard material of the desk time after time. His rasping breathing and harsh rhythm matching up, betraying Lucas was on his way to his big peek.

"Baby." He mumbled. "God." He groaned. Broken breaths followed each other quickly, this wouldn't last much longer. Peyton was well aware of that, her hand right hand searching for his. Founding each other between the feverish movements in, entangling them together, like one.

His hips rising into a tempo that is almost unbearable to keep up with. "Peyton." His hips stop abruptly, with an incredible force expressed in deep thrusts and a strong squeeze in her hand. It shook Peyton, to feel him inside him with so much energy, all for her. Then his body went totally limp, his blue eyes flutter close. Softly she made soothing noises towards him.

Recovery lasted just a minute before Lucas was aware of the uncomfortable movements of his girlfriend. His eyes widening again, taking her in with all her glory. She looked so breathtaking in this strange way. The sight of her, with the tight black skirt shoved over her bare hips, her bordeaux blouse fully unbuttoned expect for the two lowest buttons, her breasts with peaked nipples trapped in a skimpy lacy bra, her curls into mess and that screaming look in her green eyes messaging him: Touch me!

Lucas was pretty sure he would have come again by this picture of her if he hadn't just a minute ago. And touch her, he definitely would, her pray would be answered, and how!

Slowly he pulled himself out of her, escaping her squeezing walls with regret. Well aware she was still in her plateau-phase, and he was going to use that fully.

His arms recovered strength as he pulled her to a sitting position again. His head finding a place on her shoulder, his warm mouth travelling lower to her collarbone. Very teasingly he began to nipple on the skin, earning appreciative moans of her.

"Luke." She moaned softly, feeling his mouth pressure her skin almost painfully. This sure would leave a hickey, but she didn't care. With his lips still focused on her delicate skin he let his hand drop little by little. His fingertips travelled over the soft material of her blouse to end up between her legs.

A strangled gasp escaped but God she wanted this. Frustrated because he didn't move fast enough she instinctively rocked her hips against his hand. Lucas lifted his head away from her skin, his eyes met her, getting this playful look again. The intake of her breath was broken by Lucas' finger slipping inside of her warm heat. He held still, feeling her head fall on his shoulder, her breathing nothing more than a series of struggling pants. The undeniable proof of her arousal.

Very carefully, well aware of how sensitive her body was right now he began to move his finger inside of her. Her eyes fluttered close, her lips on his neck, try to kiss away the moans she made, caused by the delicious feeling of his rhythm. Still careful but more secure he slipped a second finger inside of her tight and welcoming heat. Peyton sucked in a breath and from kisses her lips went to lightly biting on her lovers' skin.

The tempo of his movements was adjusted to her rhythm of her hips. Every time she jerked her hips up to him, he let his fingers slip in deep, earning sexy little sounds from her. It didn't take long before Peyton's hips began to rise and fall faster and faster, obligating Lucas to follow her lead instead of his own.

The feeling of that build inside of Peyton was almost unbearable. She was balancing on the edge of her orgasm but she needed something more, that little push so she could fall into the satisfaction her body was longing for. And Lucas could give it to her, so easily, but she knew he wasn't giving in. He was doing this just to make her beg for it. He was just getting back at her for her little 'fun' idea during History class.

Groaning she pushed her hips closer to Lucas, her lips and teeth making Lucas' skin bruise and break to make sure her moans, groans and squeals would not draw attention from someone in the hallway.

"Lucas." She let her voice escape from her lips, her mouth just a centimetre away from his skin, her hot breath ghosting over his aching skin. His movements went a bit slower. "Lucas please." She begged, lifting her head fully of his shoulder, trying to look into his eyes.

"Luke." She brought out difficult, the walls of her throat seemed to be glued to each other, hindering her ability to breathe or talk properly. "I-" Escaped her. "Lucas, I need…" She fought out, a squeal was about to echo through the classroom when suddenly Lucas stopped his moving. Instead of the squeal, a disappointed and confused groan. She was about to attack him with complaining words and evil looks when she noticed the naughty blue waves crashing through his eyes.

"What do you need?" He asked, his fingers moving slightly out again, giving her the feeling he was about the exit her. She tried to speak but her gasps didn't give her a chance. His fingers were nearly out.

"I need you to make me come!" She hissed frustrated.

"Ooh, that's what you want." He said grinning and he forcefully plunged his finger in again.

"God." She groaned, clinching onto him, her nails digging into his flesh. His thumb lightly brushing against her clit, making her cry out. God she needed this.

Lucas found another pace that seemed more satisfying for her. Between slow and fast but more leaning to fast, his thumb stroking over her clit every time she moved her hips up. Furiously she rocked her hips up when she neared her orgasm.

"Lucas." She kept repeating his name feverish. And suddenly she gasped. "Now." He added a third finger and hit her right on the spot.

He swallowed her loud scream with his lips just in time. Waves of wetness followed her rhythmic beats. She saw the stars before her eyes go blue, Lucas' blue.

Feeling her body going limp he began to soothingly rub her back while she gasped for some descent oxygen to full her lungs and recover her sweat-bathed body.

After a several minutes she had recovered enough to get herself properly dressed again but Lucas didn't let her. He grabbed her hand that tried to button up her blouse. Instead of letting her, he placed his hand on her shoulders, leading her back down, his eyes fixed on the buttons.

Misleading her, 'cause when she lay down, his hands grabbed her legs and he buried his face against her core, dragging a surprised gasp from her lips. Tenderly he began to lick up her juices. His tongue working her tired body up again, sucking on her moist centre.

She bumped her hips up, trying to get his mouth harder on her. She was wishing for his tongue to jump into action. Lucas became aware of her frantic moves. Sure he knew what she liked. Teasingly he poked out her tongue, moving it from her clit to her entrance. He softly hummed against it, making Peyton writhe on the desk. Then he finally did for what she was praying, his tongue slipping in the source of her wetness. The thought that he was practically 'tonguing' her downstairs made her horny as hell again. She was about to moan out her approval when suddenly he stopped. She was kind of shocked to found him pull up his boxers and pants. He buckled his belt and button up his shirt again, and than he shot her a hurried look.

With much regret and frustrated she began to button her own blouse up again. She jumped of the desk and pulled her skirt over her hips again. She found her panties beside the desk and quickly putted them on again while Lucas picked up some of the stuff that had fallen from the desk in their hurry.

She picked up her schoolbag again, following his example and when she was about to reach for the door handle when she suddenly felt herself backed into the nearby wall. Her back met the world map on the wall and his face was only a centimetre away from him.

"Are you going to be a good girl now?" He asked stern, his full lips inching closer. And suddenly she knew why he had left her on this certain level of arousal. It was nothing more than mere punishment. Mocking she looked away, not giving into him.

"Are you going to be a good girl now?" He repeated, his breath unbearably hot on her damp skin. She looked at him and she suddenly saw his eyes soften. She could do nothing other than give in.

"I'll be a good girl." She promised and he pecked on her lips. Lucas opened the door, trying to slip out the classroom without attention that would be drawn tot hem. Lucky for them everyone was following classes and the hallways were empty. Actually the classes would end in less than a quarter.

Inwardly they both cursed and hurried off to the class they were supposed to be. Standing before the door, they tried to think of a reasonable explanation. Thinking she was to whisper something rational in his ear he was surprised by her words.

"I'll be good if you be bad." She knocked and opened the door of the classroom.

All the eyes of the students falling upon them and the ones of the teacher were the most curious and annoyed.

"Mister Scott and Miss Sawyer, I feel incredibly honoured you are able to follow my class." The lady before them glanced on her watch. "After being more than fourthly minutes late." Followed annoyed. "Explanation please?"

Lucas felt his throat close off. He had never done anything like this before and didn't like the idea of lying to his teacher. But since Peyton didn't make a first move … But then she did.

"We sat on the courtyard. Lucas didn't feel well. But he's okay now." Peyton added when she saw the panicked face of her teacher. All the teachers had been informed about Lucas' heart condition and they were very concerned about the health of one of their better students. "Okay." She said joined by a simple not towards the two free desks at the side of the classroom. "Are you sure you feel okay?" The teacher asked towards Lucas. "I feel fine. Thank you Miss." He answered before falling into his chair.

Before they even were installed properly, the signal of the bell echoed through the classroom to let know class was over. Everyone tried to get outside as fast as possible, wanting to enjoy the little free time before their last class of the day would start. But Lucas and Peyton went outside after everyone, their hands intertwined, joyful and secret smiles dancing on their lips. A warm feeling overflowed them.

Hand in hand they walked towards their blue lockers, happy with their last names following each other pretty fast in the alphabet. Quickly Peyton took her biology book out of the locker before stepping to Lucas who was still busy with taking it.

Softly she rested her head against his back, loving the feel of the soft material of shirt against her smooth skin. Contently she took deep breaths, his scent was soothing and … turning her on.

She had tried to avoid the state of her body for the past quarter but with no avail in the end. His shirt tightened around his torso when Peyton balled her hands in it, making Lucas smirk by his 'victory'. He laid his big hands on hers, looking over his shoulder to see her looking upwards to him. Their smiles colliding, Peyton balancing herself on her toes, ready for a sweet caress from lips on lips. He was only a simple breath away from her but then the ball rang. Slightly disappointment rushed over her and also him but seeing their friends and classmates pass them by, they knew there was no time for a second escape.

Tightening the grip on each others hands they walked back to the classroom with the others. It was like they moved in another universe. Like they were as light as feathers, they seemed to fly instead of walking. That everything was warm and bright.

"Attention please." An older voice rose up, a slight familiar voice. The voice of their biology teacher. Swiftly they joined their other classmates. "Another class needs the science classroom so there's a switch." Lucas and Peyton just smiled at each other and followed the teacher and the others. But the smile was washed from their faces when they found out which classroom they had headed to. A classroom they had only seen less than a half hour ago.

Lucas could feel himself turning red again, and so did Peyton. Quickly they took place behind the desks, trying not relive the imagine of what they did here not even a descent hour ago. They both managed to suppress the feelings and thoughts, they already had a hard time with it since the teacher was complaining about the teacher's desk being messy and certain things being absent.

"Well here it is." The teacher said, walking away from the front desk to end up by the central heating at the window's sight. She picked up a few ballpoints pens and then she turned from normal to pale to red.

She was shivering in rage, a used condom between her fingers. Before she even could say anything the whole class howling with laughter except from two people, a blond boy and a blonde girl.

"At least they were practicing biology in a save way." Nathan let himself escape which caused Peyton to burst out into coughing. Making all the attention land on her, which was already very unwanted. Helplessly her green eyes shot to Lucas who had turned deeply red.

And there it began a sermon with the duration of whole class about sexual behaviour of teenagers in public places. Or just about teenagers and society today. About how they behaved like the world was their without any respect for others feelings, viewpoints and the whole thing.

All the students were incredibly happy when the bell signal echoed through the hallways with the message school was over for today.

The most relieved ones where Lucas and Peyton who hurried to their lockers. They finally thought that this hell was over and they could go home and the uncomfortable and embarrassed feeling would fade. And they could only focus on the 'good ones'. It was the best plan ever, excluded Haley.

"Can you believe that?" She screamed out when she appeared them, Nathan just behind her. "Which unbelievable morons and unmannered people would have had sex in one of our classrooms?" She strengthened her point by places her hands forcefully on her petit waist.

"Can I borrow your scarf Peyton?" Lucas chocked out uncomfortable, his hand pointing to the white fabric, his other hand rubbing on the suspicious red spot on his neck.

"Why would you borrow her scarf?" Haley asked and Nathan burst out into hysterical laughter. "What are you laughing about?" She asked serious on her husband. And than she saw it, the bruised skin on her best male friend's neck.

"I think you find your unmannered morons." Nathan brought out. And both Lucas and Peyton wish the earth would split open and swallow them both …