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Chapter 36: Hold On, We're Going Home

Tree Hill, North Carolina – January 2015

Peyton sat on top of the bed, her back resting against the headboard as she typed on the keyboard of the laptop sitting over her lap. She was busy typing up a long overdue apology email to both M. Roe and Veró regarding her behavior that last night in LA when she had ditched them to confront Lucas. That whole LA trip seemed like ages ago, but really it had only been last month, nearing two now since February was right around the corner. She gave the email one last glance over before hitting send. Hopefully they weren't too upset with her. Peyton hadn't really kept in touch with the girls since returning back to the east coast. She had also opted not to include the whole memory loss thing in her email. It was really a conversation better suited face-to-face or at least over the phone. Delivering the news via email just seemed a bit too cheap for her taste.

When she was done, Peyton placed the computer on the nightstand. She slapped a hand over her tired face, while blowing out an equally tired breath. Today hadn't turned out to be so great and the blonde groaned as flashbacks of her crappy day invaded her mind. Just when Peyton thought she was beginning to get the hang of things, she had royally fucked up at work today. There had been some sort of mix up with the venue bookings for their artist Alex Dupré, a country singer that was currently on her first tour. And the mix up had been entirely Peyton's fault. She had carelessly missed some of the fine print in the final paperwork agreements, and in a nutshell dates and locations had been booked incorrectly, throwing the entire tour off schedule.

The good news was that Haley hadn't been at work today to witness this massive screw up of hers. The bad news was that Haley wasn't there to help her fix it because honestly she didn't know how to go about fixing it. In the end one of her interns had took to the phones and managed to resolve everything in a few short hours. A lowly intern was able to do her job better than she could and it was both terribly upsetting and embarrassing to say the least. With her tail tucked in-between her legs, Peyton had retreated into the bathroom where she had cried for a good ten minutes at her utter failure, which only further fueled her state of humiliation. She could still be an emotional wreck sometimes, and as hard as she'd tried, she hadn't been able to hold back her tears.

After that disaster she had decided to leave work early and head home for the day. But as bad as Peyton's day had been, she knew Lucas' day had been a more difficult one to get through. The day of Dan's parole hearing had finally arrived and Lucas had been an anxious mess since last night. Her plan had been to accompany Lucas, but as it turned out it was a closed hearing and only Lucas and Nathan had been granted permission to attend since they were family. She hadn't heard from Lucas since right before the hearing started and he wasn't returning her texts and calls. He should have returned home by now, so admittedly she was beginning to get a little worried.

She was just about to try his cell again when she heard the back door of the kitchen open.

"Lucas?" Peyton called out just as his footsteps cross the hall and he enters the bedroom. The second her eyes fall upon her husband Peyton jumps out of their bed and rushes over to him.

He looks worse off than when she had left him this morning. The exhaustion on his face is evident, his normally bright baby blues are bloodshot, and worst of all he looks absolutely devastated. The look on Lucas' face tells Peyton everything she needs to know.

"They're letting him out." Lucas says slowly before she can even ask.

"Oh honey…" Her arms immediately go around his neck, pulling him close. "I'm so sorry. That's awful."

"Some bullshit about good behavior." Lucas bitterly spits out. "Can you believe that shit? Even when both his sons spoke out against him and they still saw it fit to release him."

Peyton pulled back her face to look up at him. "Where have you been this whole time? I've been calling you for hours. I was starting to get worried."

"Nowhere in particular." Lucas replied. "I just got in my car and drove. I needed a break. I should have called, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I get it. Are you gonna be okay?"

"I don't know." He answered honestly. "Probably not."

"What can I do? There must be something I can do for you Luke. Just tell me what you need from me." She tightened the hold she had around his neck.

"This is a pretty good start." Lucas replied. His eyes snapped shut and he allowed himself to melt into Peyton's embrace as he wrapped his own arms around her torso and held on tightly. "What am I going to do Peyt? If I could get away with it I'd strangle the bastard myself. I don't know what I'll do the next time I see him. I mean if he stays in Tree Hill I'm bound to run into him at some point. What then? He killed Keith. How could they just let him walk? Shit and now I have to call my ma and tell her too. God I don't know what to do Peyton. This is all just so fucked up."

"We'll figure it out." Peyton quickly promised him. ""Just say the word and we'll pack our bags and head straight back to New York, even tonight if you want. You don't ever have to see that man again. If that's what you need Lucas then that's what we'll do."

"I already promised you we'd move back." He said quietly.

"And I give you permission to break that promise." She told him before pressing her lips over his cheek. "Just tell me what you need Lucas and I'll give it to you, whatever you want. I want to do this for you. I want to help you. Always."

"You. I just need you Peyton."

Peyton could make out the desperation in his words. "You have me. I'm yours." She said reassuringly.

"I'm here." She speaks with a finality to her tone that lets Lucas know that she's not going anywhere, not without him at least. He's already helped her get through so much and she was determined to help him get through this too.

"Good…because I need you Peyton." Lucas managed to choke out before slanting his lips over Peyton's before steadily backing them up until they fall into bed together. She's trapped underneath him. His mouth feverishly attacking every trace of her neck and chest that's left exposed, while his hands busied themselves, pawing all over her body.

A few hours later Peyton stirs awake. Her eyes fluttered open when she feels Lucas pressing his lips gently over her forehead. He had her tightly wrapped around his body, her naked form pressed up against his. The funny part was that they hadn't slept together or done anything really of that nature. She had most certainly been expecting it with the way Lucas had pulled her into bed with his urgent touches. They had made out for awhile and then he had undressed her, but it turned out that Lucas just wanted to hold her. He wanted the feel of her skin against his. He sought the comfort that came with having Peyton in his arms. According to him, that's what was going to fix him. That's all he needed from her in that moment.

"Did you sleep at all?" Peyton questions as she brings a hand up to his tired face. She brings her thumb across his right cheek repeatedly.

"A little."

"Liar." She replies with a small smirk. "You should really try to get some rest Luke."

"Maybe later."

"Are you hungry? I could make us something."

"I'm okay right now. I rather just hold you for a little while longer."

"That I can do." Peyton drops the hand at his face bringing it to his chest, her fingertips forming imaginary circles across his bare skin. "You know I meant what I said about New York Luke. Just say the word and we're outta here."

"We're not leaving." Lucas firmly announced. "I'm not letting that prick run us out of town. This is my home too. I've never let him dictate any aspect of my life and I'm not about to start now."

"It could just be for a little while." Peyton offered. "Give you time to sort through this mess."

"I can do that here." Lucas rolled on to his side to face her. "Anyway let's not talk about Dan anymore babe. He's not worth the breath. How was your day?" He begins to rub her arm.

Peyton shrugged her shoulders. "Fine."

"Just fine?" He looked over at her suspiciously. Peyton usually talked his ear off about work most days.

Peyton sighed. "I kind of fucked up at work today. It's all sorted out now though and I really rather not talk about it if that's okay."

"Fair enough. I guess we both kind of had shitty days today huh?"

"You definitely win though."

Lucas cracked a smile.

"I really wish I could have been there for you today."

"I know that. Don't beat yourself up about it, and besides I had Nate there with me."

"How's he doing?" Peyton wondered.

"I dunno…it's hard to tell. Nathan's relationship with Dan is much more complicated than mine is. He was actually raised by the man, whereas the first time I ever exchanged words with Dan was when I sixteen. I think it's probably even harder for him. He has memories growing up with him and I don't, which in a weird way makes it easier for me to move on from Dan. I don't think Nathan will ever really have that luxury. Dan will always be his father and for me he's just the sperm donor."

Peyton slowly nodded. "That makes sense."

"Haley will see him through this. She has before. He'll be fine. We both will."

"Today sucks." Peyton pouted rather unhappily.

"Can't argue with you there babe." Lucas paused in thought. "Hey you wanna go somewhere?" Another tiny smile suddenly grazed his lips.

"Where?"

"Our special spot. I haven't taken you out there yet."

Peyton squinted her eyes at him. "We have a special spot?" This was the first she was hearing of it.

Lucas nodded. "Sure do. Go get dressed."

"But it's late and it's cold out tonight." Peyton protested, slightly whining.

"So dress warm and we'll bring some hot chocolate for the road."

"Do we have to?" Staying in bed really was the better option here in her opinion.

"You won't regret it. I promise."

After stepping out of the car Peyton took a look at her surroundings. It was dark out, but she could smell the water and they had taken the back roads during their drive making it fairly obviously that they were at the lake right outside of town.

"So..." Peyton began. "Okay, I think I've figured it out. You have Dan's body in the trunk and we're here to dump it in the lake?"

Lucas laughed at her. "You got me. Can't get anything past you." He joked.

Peyton smiled. "Seriously though why are we here? What's so special about this lake?"

"This is where we got married silly. I thought you would recognize it from the pictures."

Peyton looked around once more. Shit, he was right. "Right here?" She questioned excitedly.

"Well actually…" Lucas grabbed Peyton's arm and pulled her several feet away from the car. "More like right here." He announced once they were situated at the correct spot where they had exchanged their vows in front of all their friends and family.

Peyton grinned. "Kiss me?"

"Thought you'd never ask." He brought her in close and kissed her slowly.

Eventually they headed back towards the car. Lucas pulled a blanket out from the back and they sat in the backseat of Peyton's comet, while they sipped on the hot chocolate they brought with them from home.

"We should come back during the day so I can get a better look." Peyton requested after finishing the last of her beverage.

"Sure." Lucas replied as he played with the engagement ring on her ring finger, rotating it every so often.

Peyton watched Lucas' fingers moving over hers for quite some time before suddenly sitting up straight in her seat. She pulled her left hand away from Lucas and brought it up to her face, inspecting it closely.

"You okay?" He wondered.

"This ring is important." She stated rather seriously before turning her face towards Lucas. "Right?" She questioned seeking confirmation.

Lucas frowned in confusion as he scratched the stubble on his chin. "Well yeah…I mean it's the ring I gave you when I asked you to marry me. You know I think they call it an engagement ring." He teased.

Peyton shook her head at him dismissively. "No that's not why it's important." She looked back down at her hand thinking hard.

"This is Keith's ring." She blurted out suddenly remembering. "It's the one he gave to your mom…and that's why it's special." She corrected Lucas.

Lucas nodded. "You're right. It is."

Peyton smiled to herself. "I knew it." She softly whispered.

"The girls told you that huh? About the ring?"

Peyton looked back up towards Lucas and shook her head. "No actually, it never came up." She gave Lucas a giant smile. "I just knew."

Lucas' face dropped in shock. "Peyton are you saying that…"

"It just came to me, just right now out of nowhere. I mean I don't remember you giving me the ring or anything, but I just suddenly got this feeling that it was important and then boom just like that I knew where it came from."

"Peyton that's so great! Baby c'mere." Lucas slid her body back his way and kissed her hard.

"Looks like all hope's not lost just yet." Peyton giggled as Lucas eagerly kissed her again.

"See? I told you that you wouldn't regret coming here tonight."

Peyton chuckled. "It looks like today didn't suck that bad after all huh?"

Tree Hill, North Carolina – November 2009

"Well that's the last of it." Lucas announced as he dusted off his hands after bringing in the last box of Peyton's things into the house. A week and a half after he had asked her to move in, Peyton had packed all her things from Brooke's place and had moved them over to his place. Brooke hadn't been exactly happy at first, but with enough nagging from Peyton she eventually gave them her blessing. Her father wasn't exactly thrilled over the news either, but that was to be expected and Peyton assured Lucas that Larry would eventually come around.

Peyton jumped up on the kitchen counter to sit. "Home sweet home huh?" She playfully kicked her legs out at him.

"Pretty much." Lucas pried her legs apart and stepped forward, wedging himself between them. His hands rested at Peyton's waist, while her arms circled loosely around his neck. "Hi new roomie." He said before pressing their lips together.

"Hi yourself." She mumbled back against his lips.

"Should we start unpacking some stuff?" He suggested. "Clothes maybe?"

Peyton shook her head. "Nah, we can do it tomorrow. I always just end up wearing one of your shirts to bed anyway."

Lucas smirked. "Well in that case we should just never bother with unpacking your wardrobe. I kind of like you in nothing but my shirts."

Peyton playfully pushed his face away. "Dork."

"I'm your dork." Lucas corrected.

"Well yea someone had to take you in." She teased. "And would you look at that I got a sweet house out of it too."

"I still can't believe we're actually doing this." Peyton blew out nervous breath. "This is crazy right?"

"Maybe, but I see it as the good kind of crazy."

"I'm pretty sure crazy is just crazy." She teased again.

"This is us starting our lives together babe."

Peyton smirked over at him. "Oh is that so?"

"Why else would I ask you to move in? It's because I see a future with you Peyton."

"What kind of future?" She questioned innocently while she played with the collar of his t-shirt.

"The kind where I like you enough to put a ring on it." Lucas joked.

He had just the ring too. Keith's ring.

Peyton's eyes widened a bit. "You might wanna marry me?"

"No, I'm gonna marry you." He corrected her. "Someday."

"Oh."

"C'mon Peyton you knew where this was heading. Didn't you? I mean you've never pictured having that kind of future with me?"

Peyton's lips slightly twisted. "Someday sounds nice." She eventually told him. "And yes I have." Which was absolutely ridiculous considering they'd only be dating for five months. "I just didn't think we'd be talking about that kind of stuff so early on."

"Relax Peyton, I'm not popping the question tomorrow if that's what you're thinking. But I will someday."

Peyton offered a coy smile. "Good to know."

She leaned forward, gently pressing their lips together again.

"Hey can I tell you something kind of important?"

"Of course."

"I'm thinking about quitting the record store." She confessed. "Actually I'm thinking about leaving THUD too."

"So why don't you?"

Peyton's face dropped. "You really think I should?"

"Babe I can tell you haven't been happy working at either of those places for a now a while."

"Well yeah it was just something to tide me over the summer while I found a real job. But here I am six months after graduation and I'm still unemployed." Peyton huffed. "I don't know what to do Lucas. It's not like this town or anywhere in the area is crawling with opportunities in the music industry. I just feel so stuck."

"You'll figure it out."

"Or maybe I should just suck it up and take an office job I'll hate just like everyone else does straight out of college." The blonde muttered.

"Peyton, you're destined for something far better than some crumby office job."

"Yea but in the mean time I need money and working part time at the record store doesn't exactly bring in much cash."

"So what do you wanna do Peyton? That's what you have to figure out first and then we'll make it happen somehow."

Peyton sighed loudly. "Well Brooke and I were talking…"

"And?"

"Well it's stupid really…I mean it's not a real thing that could actually happen…"

"C'mon spit it out already."

Peyton paused.

Taking in a deep breath she finally spoke up again. "Brooke thinks I should start my own label and run it my way. It's stupid right?"

Lucas smiled. "Are you kidding? I think it's a great idea Peyton."

Peyton shook her head. "No it's ridiculous, I could never just do it. I'm a nobody."

"You'd be great at it and you have the experience from working out in LA. You'd know exactly what to and what not to do. Babe I think you could really do this." Lucas encouraged. "And more importantly it's exactly what you want to do. So there aren't any opportunities in Tree Hill for you to work in the music industry, so what? How about you create your own opportunity right here instead? I really think Brooke's on to something."

"Yea but it also takes a lot of work and not to mention a butt load of money." She argued.

"So we'll go to a bank, take out a loan or whatever."

"Actually…Brooke already offered to loan me the money." She revealed quietly.

"Wait why the hell are we even debating this then?! You have to do this Peyt. Not many people just come across this opportunity." Lucas reasoned.

Peyton winced. "It's a lot of money to borrow from a friend. I don't know if I feel comfortable doing that. This whole idea could tank and Brooke would be out of a lot money."

Lucas shook his head. "It won't. You're gonna kickass at this babe. You've got this. I believe in you and so does Brooke, what more do you need? Just do it. Take the money and start the label. This is your one chance to do something really meaningful that you love on your own terms."

Peyton groaned. Lucas did have a valid point. "I guess I can think it over some more."

"No. No more thinking. It's time to start taking some action. Tomorrow you're gonna quit both your jobs and then you're gonna start working on a business plan. We'll call my mom and she can help with that stuff. She owns two businesses after all."

"Lucas." She began to protest.

"You want this Peyton, I know you do."

"I never said that I didn't."

"What's the problem then?"

"Guess I'm just scared that's all." She admitted, her head falling slightly.

He reached out gently tilting her face up by the chin. "Hey you can do this. You wanted my opinion and there it is Peyton, so what's it gonna be?"

Somewhere along I-95 S (Virginia) – February 2015

"You can switch on some music now if you want babe." Lucas suggested. They had been listening to the NBA stats of the week on the radio for the past half hour.

Peyton nodded and flipped through some stations until she found some suitable music.

They had spent the last week and a half back in New York packing up their apartment after deciding to break their lease early. Most of their furniture they either sold off or donated since they had no use for it back at home. The rest of their possessions they decided to throw in a U-Haul trailer and drive back down south to North Carolina.

"How much further do you think?" Peyton wondered as she watched Lucas maneuver his way down the highway.

"If we don't hit traffic again, which I'm sure we will, I'm guessing we should be home in about three to four hours." Lucas replied with his eyes still glued to the road out in front of him.

Peyton nodded without complaint, even if she was starting to get a little antsy. They'd been driving for about seven hours now, though they had stopped a couple of times along the way to get food, gas or just simply to stretch their legs. "Hey I've got an idea!"

"Okay…"

"Let's play a game."

"What like the license plate game?" He joked.

"I was thinking more like twenty questions. There's still a lot of stuff I don't know about you." She pointed out.

Lucas nodded. "I'm game. Why don't you start us off?"

"Okay, what's your favorite color?"

Lucas chuckled. "Well this game is already off to a dull start I see."

"Shut up!" She reached over slapping his arm. "I'm just starting off easy."

Lucas grinned and shook his head. "If you say so and it's blue."

"Mine is…"

"Red." He quickly answered.

Peyton frowned. "This game isn't going to work well is it?" She realized. "You pretty much know everything about me already."

"Pretty much, but I'm sure I can come up with a few good ones along the way. How about you just ask me questions for now?"

"Okay, ummm let's see…" Peyton trailed off as she pondered her next question. "Okay when did you first notice me, like really notice me?"

"Seventh grade." Lucas answered without skipping a beat. "You were all long legs and a mess of tangled curls."

"Long legs? Geez sounds like you were a perv at quite the young age."

Lucas laughed. "You were my first real crush."

"But you never talked to me. Not in middle school or high school."

"C'mon you would have never given me the time of day and you know it, not with Brooke and the rest of your minions running around."

Peyton sheepishly shrugged. He wasn't exactly wrong. "When did you know that I was the one for you?"

"Not long after we spoke at my mom's café." He admitted. "We talked on the phone a bunch of times before we had our first date. I kind of fell in love with your voice and it just took off from there. When we finally met up again I was pretty much hooked from then on. I just knew."

"Who said I love you first?"

"You did, much to my surprise actually, three months into our relationship."

Peyton laughed. "You didn't think I felt the same way?"

"No I knew you did, but you were kind of hesitant and scared about our relationship in the very beginning. You insisted on being casual for awhile before we finally made it official. It drove me crazy. But anyway I just always assumed I'd be the one to say it first. You could be closed off at times and I didn't think you'd just blurt it out the way you did."

"Where did it happen?"

Lucas chuckled. "Out back of my mom's café by the trash."

"How romantic." Peyton drawled out.

"And then we had sex in the alley." Lucas cheekily added.

"We did not!" Peyton gasped out. "You are so making that up!" She accused.

"Oh you bet your sweet ass we did and then we had car sex. Twice." He informed Peyton, still looking quite smug.

"Oh my god." Peyton added slightly mortified hardly believing it. Apparently she had turned into an exhibitionist now?

"It was fun." Lucas ribbed on.

"MOVING ON…" Peyton quickly announced with reddened cheeks. "You love basketball right?"

"Yep."

"And according to everyone you're pretty good at it."

"I'm alright."

"So how come you never tried joining the Ravens and playing it in college? Haley mentioned once that it had been a dream of yours to play pro just like Nathan."

"It was, since I was a kid."

"So why didn't you?"

Lucas sighed. "Because physically I can't and I kind of had to give up on that dream back in high school."

Peyton raised an eyebrow.

"I have this heart condition called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, HCM for short. It's genetic, I got it from Dan. I was sixteen when I found out. Nate doesn't have it though, which is why he still plays."

Peyton's face dropped in worry. "Wait, what? What does that even mean?"

"It's this thing that basically causes my heart muscle to thicken and it makes it harder for my heart to pump blood. It makes the risk for a heart attack greater, especially if I push my heart to work too hard. I take medication for it. It slows down my heart rate and that alleviates some of the pressure off my heart. But the side effect of the mediation is that it slows me down physically as well, so I'm not really able to play basketball to my full abilities."

"But you still play ball all the time with your friends!" Peyton said sounding quite worried.

"Yea for a pickup game or two. That's different from playing ball professionally every night. I'm still allowed to play just not for long periods of time."

"What about working out and stuff? You go out for runs all the time. Oh my god what about when we have sex!" She exclaimed. "That can't be good for your heart."

Lucas chuckled. "Sweetheart I'm fine. I've been dealing with this since I was sixteen and I always take my meds. As long as I keep taking them and don't unnecessarily push myself, I'll pretty much be okay. I can assure you that I'm not gonna have a heart attack from sex."

Peyton frowned. "I don't like the fact that I'm just hearing about this now. I've probably stressed you out enough these past few months to give you a heart attack. I mean had I known…"

"Sorry. It just honestly didn't even occur to me. I don't really think much about it anymore. I just take my medicine and that's pretty much it. It's just part of my routine now."

"You sure your heart's okay though?"

"I promise." Lucas reassured her. "You have nothing to worry about." He reached out and took her hands into his and squeezed it lovingly. "C'mon ask me some more questions pretty lady."

Peyton's entire body was flushed. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying hard to resist the urge to tightly squeeze her legs together. "Why did you go on and do that for? You jerk."

Lucas had decided he'd had enough with all the boring generic questions Peyton had been shooting his way for the past thirty minutes. He decided to make things interesting by throwing an absolute curve ball into the mix when he asked what her sexual fantasies were. Her eyes had widened to the size of saucers and she flat out refused to answer.

What a pervert.

So instead Lucas volunteered to go first.

And boy did he ever.

He had just finished going into considerable detail about one particular fantasy that had Peyton squirming in her car seat the entire time. He had no doubt played unfair, using his talent as an author to visually paint a picture she did not need in her head during the middle of a road trip back home.

Lucas laughed. "Oh did I make you uncomfortable?" He feigned innocence causing Peyton to scowl. "Well if it makes you feel any better you've enjoyed playing out that little scenario plenty of times."

"Lucas." Peyton groaned unhappily as she felt her face heat up some more. "Stop it." She begged.

Lucas continued to poke fun at her instead. "Not a chance. It's okay to admit that you're turned on baby."

"You're a jerk." She blew out a breath and once again shifted around in her seat.

"Well we could always just pull over and…"

Hell he was pretty turned on too. A nice quickie wouldn't be out the question honestly. It's not like they hadn't done it before in the past.

"We most certainly will not be pulling over!" Peyton hissed at his bold suggestion. Was her body begging her to pull over this car? Well yes, but she wasn't about to actually go ahead and do that.

Lucas shrugged nonchalantly. "Yea fair enough I guess. I don't really have anything in the car that I could tie you up with anyway…"

"LUCAS!" She practically screeched and looked around embarrassed.

"What are you looking around for? There's no one else in the car." He immediately laughed at her behavior. "Anyway it's your turn. Tell me your fantasy." Lucas requested as he switched lanes on the road to bypass a slow moving truck up ahead.

"Ha, no." She said quite deadpanned.

"You're not allowed to veto!" Lucas argued.

"Sure I am. My game, my rules." The blonde insisted.

"Oh come on!" He whined.

"You probably already know it anyway." She mumbled out. He did pretty much know every single thing there was to know about her. He had proved it time and time again.

"Yea, but I wanna see if it's still the same. Maybe something's changed." He teased.

"Ask another question Lucas." Peyton said in a clipped tone.

Lucas pouted. "You're no fun." He complained. "Fine we'll start off easy, favorite sexual position?"

Peyton's mouth gaped open. The man was relentless. How had an innocent round of twenty questions backfired on her?

"Mine is…"

"I know exactly what your favorite position is thank you very much!" Peyton quickly interrupted. This really wasn't helping her current state. She was still pretty horny from Lucas' explicit storytelling.

He was laughing at her yet again.

"Okay your turn then."

"Veto."

Lucas groaned. "No more vetos." He firmly declared. "Tell me."

"You already know it!" She hissed and proceeded to open the passenger side window. Perhaps the fresh air would cool her off.

"I just need simple confirmation that it's still the same." Lucas defended. "I gotta stay on top of my game you know."

"Nope." She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. If she answered that it would only encourage him to ask more of those types of questions. Peyton had no problems talking about sex. It wasn't like she was a prude or anything, but there were more appropriate settings for that kind of talk, which did not include a moving vehicle, where she couldn't exactly touch her husband or achieve the release she desperately sought without crashing the car. He really was a jerk for getting her all worked up like this.

"If you say it out loud, I'll fuck you like that once we get home." He offered. "I'll even do that other thing I know you really like."

Lucas watched Peyton carefully pause in consideration. The look on her face told him all that he needed to know.

She was about to cave and he had so won this round.

So this chapter was pretty much more Leyton fluff, but I promise we'll be moving full speed ahead after this. There's not much more to this story left to tell and I'll be wrapping it up within the next 10 - 12 chapters, maybe less depending.

Chapter Track: 'Hold On, We're Going Home' By Drake

Until next time, love you guys! And if you have a minute to spare please review! I always look forward to reading your thoughts and comments.