To be forewarned... This is a little "smuttier" than I would usually go, but I wanted to bring back that fun that defined Pathan earlier in this story. If you are offended by it, please don't read it. Just wait for the next chapter when things return to their usual PG-13 goodness.
Two months passed since the night of their impromptu marriage, and before she knew it, Peyton found her second trimester coming to a close. There had been no complications in her pregnancy since she had been released from the hospitals, her days and weeks filled with stress-free living with her husband in their new home. She dutifully attended Nathan's games, watching from the stands as he set school and league records. They met with recruiters and weighed their options, taking their time to plan for the future that would be there in three months time. Wedding plans had been left to Deb and Brooke, only occasionally consulting when the two women couldn't compromise on some minor detail. All in all, Peyton and Nathan had settled into a happy life together, something that still shocked much of Tree Hill given their sordid history and impulsive tendencies.
"Nate, will you bring me some strawberry ice cream and three pieces of bacon? Make sure it's cooked crispy," she called into her husband from the living room. He was in the kitchen retrieving their evening snacks, something that had become a ritual while they finished their homework together. Peyton had managed to keep up her grades despite her periodic days away from appointments and exhaustion. Nathan was actually doing better than ever, helped partly by his wife's strict work regiment and the occasional help from Haley. "And that leftover piece of pizza for dinner! Please!"
Nathan bit back his laughter at her seemingly random requests. She was definitely in the phase where she had strange cravings, ranging from soft pretzels from a little stand in Charlotte that he had to drive to buy every weekend in mass quantities to banana peppers dipped in peanut butter. He had quit trying to predict her yearnings long ago and had learned to keep the house stocked with every odd combination that he could come up with. Grabbing the bacon from the microwave and the plate with the pizza and ice cream, he brought her food into the living room and sat it next to her on the sofa. Peyton had her book balanced on her protruding womb as she read her literature text out loud to the baby.
"Do you really think she is going to be a fan of Geoffrey Chaucer?" he asked with a laugh as he reached for his math book. Peyton had taken to reading to the baby whenever she could, even if it was just a random album review or her biology notes on photosynthesis. "I mean, I can barely stay away through The Canterbury Tales, and I have a test on it next week."
"I'm hoping that our child picks up my academic aptitude and passion for music."
"And what do you want her to get from me?"
"Well, first of all, we're still not sure it's a girl, Nate," she reminded him. They had decided to go ahead and keep the sex a surprise until the baby was born, much to his mother and her best friend's chagrin. Brooke had taken to buying clothes in neutral tones so that it would for both kids, while Deb just bought one of everything in pink and blue. "Anyhow, I hope that our baby gets your physical ability. And your eyes, definitely your eyes."
"Oh, yeah?" he purred seductively as he took her book and tossed it to the floor. Maneuvering her carefully so that he could lay down beside her on the wide couch, Nathan started to press a trail of teasing kisses along her neck. Peyton giggled as his tongue tickled her flesh, tugging gently on his locks to guide him back to her lips. "Have I mentioned how much I have enjoyed the second trimester?"
Peyton had been very amorous in the months since they had married, preferring to steal any moment that she had to ravage her husband. They had even had a little bit of fun in the locker room after the team had beaten their rival team. It had been the last time Peyton had managed to fit into her cheerleading uniform, something she had worn as she sat on the sidelines and watched the other girls cheer. Nathan had enjoyed taking her behind the locker, her skirt up around her waist. She shivered deliciously as she thought about that night, wondering how long it would be before she could fit into the tiny outfit again.
"Yeah, the past few weeks have been very kind to your libido," she teased as he stole another kiss. His hands worked under her peasant dress and covered her supple breasts. Peyton moaned against him as he covered his body with hers, careful not to put too much pressure on her midsection. "I want to be close to you, Nate."
He didn't need any further instruction to understood what that mean. He leaned back for a moment to tear away his shirt before shifting her skirt up to grant him free access. His pants were unzipped just enough to free him so that he could join their bodies together. Peyton raked her fingers over his bare back as they came together, her legs entwining tightly around his waist. "You feel so good, baby," he murmured into her ear as they started to move as one. Random curse words were muttered beneath her breath as she met him thrust for thrust, tugging him closer and closer to the edge with her. "That's it, baby, just like that. Damn, Peyt, so good."
Peyton smiled hazily at his random musings, knowing that he had no clue what he was saying to her in the moment. She darted her tongue past his lips, claiming his mouth for her own. "Touch me, Nate, take me," she pleaded as he moved his hands over her still-clothed chest. He peeled the straps of the dress over her shoulders and pushed it down so that it met the skirt at her stomach. He palmed her bare skin greedily, loving how she reacted so instinctively to his touch. "God," she muttered as his tongue flicked over her skin.
Dragging her frazzled body to his, Nathan managed to stand up without disconnected from her. He carried her down the hallway but didn't quite make it to the bedroom before he had to have more of her. Pressing her back against the wall just outside their room, he took a few selfish minutes to thrust into her deeply, teasing her with an impending relief with each slick movement within her core. "Do you like that?" he demanded roughly as he pressed into her to the hilt.
"You know I do," she managed as they sunk to the ground. She straddled his lap and continued their mutual ride toward pleasure. His hands rested on her hips, her rounded stomach the only thing between them. Nathan couldn't remember when she had ever been this insatiable and silently prayed that it would last at least until the baby was born. She had never looked as more beautiful to him as she did pregnant and naked, knowing that he had put this natural glow on her face all those months ago. "I love it so much, Nate. I love you."
"I love you too," he promised as they broke away from each other only long enough to slide her dress completely out of the way. He didn't want anything between them when they were like this. He felt so close to her now, closer than he had ever felt to anyone in his entire life. Every time he thought that he was the happiest he could ever be, a night like tonight would happen and he would realize that there was still so much in store. Peyton took his hand and guided him toward their bed, dancing backward until her thighs bumped against the mattress.
Nathan knew what she was doing and how she liked it. He pressed her over the bed backward, guiding himself into her core from behind. Peyton gasped at their reconnection, reaching for his hand stretching them out in front of them for leverage. They quickly regained their natural rhythm, dancing closer to the abyss that made all of this seem just like meager foreplay. "Harder, Nate," she implored as he stroked himself inside her. "God, yes."
He loved hearing her begging for more of him, something he was willing to give her so freely. "I want us to let go at the same time," he declared breathlessly as he continued to ravage her body. That was what Peyton always called it – letting go. She said that the perfect orgasm was the only time she was really free of everything else but the moment. "C'mon, baby, I want you to come with me."
"So close," she retorted before groaning a little as he hit her sweet spot. He knew that it would only take a few more strokes and she would be finished. "Nate!"
Peyton cried out as he sent her flying over the edge, her body sinking into the blissful oblivion of their mutual high. Nathan held her as she spasmed beneath him, her movements against him enough to bring him down after her. They stayed connected until their breaths evened out. Only when she was strong enough to stand on her own again did Nate pull himself from her and turn her body around in his arms. He kissed her long and hard before scooping her off her feet and depositing her in the center of their spacious bed. Crawling up beside her, he spooned her from behind and kissed the top of her head.
"I love you."
He smiled at her sudden pronouncement of her feelings for him. "I love you, too."
"That was...amazing."
"Uh, yeah," he agreed adamantly. "We'll have to have a repeat performance soon."
"I can't believe you still want me when I'm this fat," she complained. He knew that she only said those things to hear how beautiful he still thought she was. Even six months pregnant, Peyton Sawyer was his dream girl. In fact, knowing that she was carrying his baby made it even more so.
He leaned over her body and kissed her softly. "You are beautiful."
"So are you," she purred as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into another kiss. Peyton was already starting to regain her energy, surpassing even Nathan's sex drive. "Have I told you lately how happy I am that you married me?"
"I'm just still glad that you agreed to marry me," he replied. "How long do we have until everyone comes over?"
Glancing at the clock beside the bed, Peyton did the mental math to figure out how long they had until their friends came over for study group. History midterms were next week, and the expertise of Mouth and Haley was necessary to whip Luke, Brooke, Peyton and Nathan into shape. "Half hour."
"That's long enough," he mumbled against her lips as he turned them over so that she was on top of him. "God, I love the second trimester."
"Yeah, me too," Peyton confessed, intent on making the most of the next thirty minutes with him.
