Chapter 4
Peyton remained silent though, choosing not to follow up on her comment right yet, and slid her arms from his grasp, looping them tenderly around the delicate skin of Lucas' neck., murmuring soft 'mmm's as she slid further into his warm grasp.
"I've waited a long time for this Peyton...you know that?" Still she didn't speak, just rested her head against his chest nodding softly. Lucas gripped the small frame which was tucked into his arms and rose her gently off the ground lifting her toes from the carpet and settling her on her back upon the bed lain before them. Slowly, he slid his hand across her mid section, sliding down alongside her body, and propping his head with his good arm, using his other to tenderly slide down the curves of her body.
"Lucas...I want you." His lips came in a sudden wave and pressed passionately against her own, his tongue slipping into her own mouth.
"I know Peyton...I want you too." His breathing was coming heavy and her arms were wrapped tightly around his midsection, Lucas' lips now beginning a trail from her jaw line down her neck, arriving at her collar bone where they remained from a moment before Lucas followed the path in reverse.
The passion accelerated, their kisses coming faster and faster as they each indulged in the others soft cushioned lips. Lucas' strong arm supported the small of Peyton's back, pulling her pelvis in tightly to his own, leaning his forehead against her own, before diving in for yet another tumbling rage of kisses, which ended in Lucas' fingers tracing small circles on the inside of her legs. His eyes turned upon her own, lust, passion and hunger filling the deep eyes which she had looked into so many times. Her fingers rose and gently her fingers gripped the sides of his head, her thumbs tracing tiny circles on the apples of his cheeks. Pulling his face into her own, her lips brushed delicately over his own, traveling to gently kiss and fondle the lobe of his ear.
"Peyton.." He used his arm to softly press down on her top shoulder, rolling her onto her back. Sliding his hands down her torso he indulged into her lips with his own, a soft moan escaping her throat as she stared at him.
"Mmm Lucas?" A soft grin played across her face as she turned the tables on him, straddling his lap and wrapping her arms around his torso, gently hoisting him up so that she now sat to face him, her legs on either side of him. Slowly and sensually she slid her hands under his shirt, and along his abs, tugging gently to remove his shirt. Here she stopped, her top teeth gently nibbling on her bottom lip. His chest was bruised, his lower abdomen still sore in appearance from the operation after the surgery. Her fingers, tender and gentle to the utmost degree, soft traced the place were the incision had been made, moving to gently run her palms over his bruised shoulder, chest and part of his arm.
Meanwhile Lucas had his eyes shut, leaning his forehead gently onto Peyton's shoulder, his lips slowly reaching up to plant a kiss gently on his neck.
"Hurt much?" she questioned softly, swallowing gently and tipping her head to whisper this into his ear.
He shrugged his shoulders, moving his hands to her hips and slowly pressing her back off of him, taking his shirt from her and gently moving to slide it back onto his body. He was, partially, hurt, not in the physical sense, but emotionally. Part of him knew that it was for his own good, Peyton stopping when she did, but he couldn't help but feel that maybe it was him who had made her stop. The operation would leave a scar, no doubt, and the bruising in his arm would take time to heal–but his thoughts were short lived, as Peyton had since taken his arm gently(as not to hurt him)
"Don't." Her eyes were unusually soft, and she slowly slid his shirt from his grasp. He stared at her inquisitively for a moment, as Peyton tossed the shirt to her computer chair and moved the covers of her bed to the side, still not saying a word. Quietly she moved to her closet, choosing to take off the oversized shirt she had previously worn, and replace it with a white tank top, exposing her bare back for but a moment before replacing the shirt with the tank top. Turning, she re approached Lucas' and gingerly took both of his hands her own. "Stay with me tonight?" He nodded slowly.
"Yea Peyton, I will." His eyes locked on hers for what seemed like ages, before she slid into bed, curling into a ball. Lucas' arms found their way around Peyton's tiny form, and they both slid off to sleep in silence.
Peyton awoke to that morning to find the space where Lucas' had spent the night vacated, and her heart sunk, slowly she rose, only to find that where his had occupied the pillow, a note sat.
Beautiful,
Ran home to grab clothes, I'll be back by six.
Lucas
Six? Surely it must be past six. She checked her watch, realizing that the light in the room was the only light at all. In fact, it was only five. She wonder a moment how Lucas had awoken so early, when she herself could bare rise then. Groaning she shifted to get out of bed, rising and rummaging through her drawers. she selected a pale power blue long sleeve shirt, which exposed her shoulders by starting just at the top of her arms, and bunching slightly, and a pair of khaki capris, choosing a simply pair of tennis shoes. She proceeded to pack her gym bag, and then settled into her computer chair sketching away by the light of the rising sun.
"Up so early beautiful." she felt arms slide around her and Lucas' muttered softly into her ear. "Its wonderful." Before Peyton was the start of a sketch, a beach scene, and within it was Lucas, but he didn't know it yet, she had only sketched his body mesh, and there were not distinctive features applied. However, the rolling ocean waves and the soft sand was obviously intricately planned, and was beautiful to the eye.
"Thanks," she turned into a passionate kiss with him, slowly rising to allow herself to become entangled in his warm supporting arms.
"Breakfast is downstairs." He murmured.
"Breakfast?" Peyton smirked and moved away from him, bouncing down the stairs and into her kitchen, where she found fresh doughnuts in a box on the kitchen table. She reached in, slowly selected a plain glazed one, and went to town, Lucas right behind her.
"Listen, Luke? Can you do something for me?" Peyton slightly pouted her bottom lip, in attempt to be cute, but the rest of her face was serious.
Lucas was not munching on some cinnamon clad thing, and he nodded. "Sure Peyt, was is it?"
"Don't talk to me today." He cocked his eyebrows, but Peyton promptly continued. "I don't want Brooke to know...I mean, she still is my best friend, and I just don't want her to hate me any more than she does.
"I know...alright. So, I'll drop you off today, and I'll see you at practice. But no talking. I can do that. But I'll see you here after school, right?" He cocked his head as Peyton leaned in to kiss his cheek.
"Of course, I'll call you when I get home." She grinned and looked to the now nearly finished box of doughnuts, and grabbed a cute jean jacket from the coat rack. Lucas moved to her, taking his keys from his pocket, and slid his own jacket on, stuffing his cell into his pocket before he moved to softly encompass her in a warm fold of his arms, planting a kiss on her soft plush cheek.
"Lets go Lucas, its nearly six thirty, and I have to be early today, me and Haley need to sort out a few things about her tutoring me in calculus, damn that class." Lucas nodded and let her, his finger tips laced with hers, to his truck, and they both set off for school.
That day was pure hell. Although the sun was out and shining, no one was in much of a good mood. Practice came around and the air hung like stale water, no one spoke, and the cheerleaders got such little work done, that Brooke was going positively insane.
"Come on girls, what the hell is wrong with you guys?" More like what the hells wrong with you Brooke, Peyton thought sharply. Brooke had been nothing short of a hellion all period, bitching and screaming like no one had ever seen. Peyton knew she was upset, but she didn't need to be taking it out on the team. Lucas had payed little attention to the group, he was slowly working out his arm, stretching and such and every once and awhile twirling the ball in his palms longingly. But nothing could have stopped anyone from looking at what was falling through before them.
"You know what Brooke, Its my fault your upset. Don't take it out on the squad!" Peyton shoved her hand on her hips, her voice was raised, but even. But Brooke didn't show the same conversational courtousy. Her pom-poms his the floor and she dove at Peyton, throwing her fist at her. Ducking powerfully Peyton squealed, grabbing hold of Brooke by shoulders as they both went tumbling to the ground. Peyton had her arms wrapped around Brooks midsection, screaming the whole way, while Brooke had her fingers laced in Peyton's hair in a fury, yanking with a ferocity that no one had ever seen in Brooke.
"You dirty hoe! You stole my man, and now you want to tell me how to run my squad?" They rolled in the tussle for a moment longer.
"Oh piss off Brooke." Peyton rolled on top of her, and shoved her chest forcefully, standing up and walking backwards until she finally turned and rushed into the locker room, tears already brimming in her eyes.
She returned moment later, to find Brooke with her forehead resting against Lucas chest, him leaning against the wall, saying something that Peyton couldn't quite read his lips about, but as his eyes contacted with Peytons he didn't have an opportunity to say anything. She was gone.
Peyton remained silent though, choosing not to follow up on her comment right yet, and slid her arms from his grasp, looping them tenderly around the delicate skin of Lucas' neck., murmuring soft 'mmm's as she slid further into his warm grasp.
"I've waited a long time for this Peyton...you know that?" Still she didn't speak, just rested her head against his chest nodding softly. Lucas gripped the small frame which was tucked into his arms and rose her gently off the ground lifting her toes from the carpet and settling her on her back upon the bed lain before them. Slowly, he slid his hand across her mid section, sliding down alongside her body, and propping his head with his good arm, using his other to tenderly slide down the curves of her body.
"Lucas...I want you." His lips came in a sudden wave and pressed passionately against her own, his tongue slipping into her own mouth.
"I know Peyton...I want you too." His breathing was coming heavy and her arms were wrapped tightly around his midsection, Lucas' lips now beginning a trail from her jaw line down her neck, arriving at her collar bone where they remained from a moment before Lucas followed the path in reverse.
The passion accelerated, their kisses coming faster and faster as they each indulged in the others soft cushioned lips. Lucas' strong arm supported the small of Peyton's back, pulling her pelvis in tightly to his own, leaning his forehead against her own, before diving in for yet another tumbling rage of kisses, which ended in Lucas' fingers tracing small circles on the inside of her legs. His eyes turned upon her own, lust, passion and hunger filling the deep eyes which she had looked into so many times. Her fingers rose and gently her fingers gripped the sides of his head, her thumbs tracing tiny circles on the apples of his cheeks. Pulling his face into her own, her lips brushed delicately over his own, traveling to gently kiss and fondle the lobe of his ear.
"Peyton.." He used his arm to softly press down on her top shoulder, rolling her onto her back. Sliding his hands down her torso he indulged into her lips with his own, a soft moan escaping her throat as she stared at him.
"Mmm Lucas?" A soft grin played across her face as she turned the tables on him, straddling his lap and wrapping her arms around his torso, gently hoisting him up so that she now sat to face him, her legs on either side of him. Slowly and sensually she slid her hands under his shirt, and along his abs, tugging gently to remove his shirt. Here she stopped, her top teeth gently nibbling on her bottom lip. His chest was bruised, his lower abdomen still sore in appearance from the operation after the surgery. Her fingers, tender and gentle to the utmost degree, soft traced the place were the incision had been made, moving to gently run her palms over his bruised shoulder, chest and part of his arm.
Meanwhile Lucas had his eyes shut, leaning his forehead gently onto Peyton's shoulder, his lips slowly reaching up to plant a kiss gently on his neck.
"Hurt much?" she questioned softly, swallowing gently and tipping her head to whisper this into his ear.
He shrugged his shoulders, moving his hands to her hips and slowly pressing her back off of him, taking his shirt from her and gently moving to slide it back onto his body. He was, partially, hurt, not in the physical sense, but emotionally. Part of him knew that it was for his own good, Peyton stopping when she did, but he couldn't help but feel that maybe it was him who had made her stop. The operation would leave a scar, no doubt, and the bruising in his arm would take time to heal–but his thoughts were short lived, as Peyton had since taken his arm gently(as not to hurt him)
"Don't." Her eyes were unusually soft, and she slowly slid his shirt from his grasp. He stared at her inquisitively for a moment, as Peyton tossed the shirt to her computer chair and moved the covers of her bed to the side, still not saying a word. Quietly she moved to her closet, choosing to take off the oversized shirt she had previously worn, and replace it with a white tank top, exposing her bare back for but a moment before replacing the shirt with the tank top. Turning, she re approached Lucas' and gingerly took both of his hands her own. "Stay with me tonight?" He nodded slowly.
"Yea Peyton, I will." His eyes locked on hers for what seemed like ages, before she slid into bed, curling into a ball. Lucas' arms found their way around Peyton's tiny form, and they both slid off to sleep in silence.
Peyton awoke to that morning to find the space where Lucas' had spent the night vacated, and her heart sunk, slowly she rose, only to find that where his had occupied the pillow, a note sat.
Beautiful,
Ran home to grab clothes, I'll be back by six.
Lucas
Six? Surely it must be past six. She checked her watch, realizing that the light in the room was the only light at all. In fact, it was only five. She wonder a moment how Lucas had awoken so early, when she herself could bare rise then. Groaning she shifted to get out of bed, rising and rummaging through her drawers. she selected a pale power blue long sleeve shirt, which exposed her shoulders by starting just at the top of her arms, and bunching slightly, and a pair of khaki capris, choosing a simply pair of tennis shoes. She proceeded to pack her gym bag, and then settled into her computer chair sketching away by the light of the rising sun.
"Up so early beautiful." she felt arms slide around her and Lucas' muttered softly into her ear. "Its wonderful." Before Peyton was the start of a sketch, a beach scene, and within it was Lucas, but he didn't know it yet, she had only sketched his body mesh, and there were not distinctive features applied. However, the rolling ocean waves and the soft sand was obviously intricately planned, and was beautiful to the eye.
"Thanks," she turned into a passionate kiss with him, slowly rising to allow herself to become entangled in his warm supporting arms.
"Breakfast is downstairs." He murmured.
"Breakfast?" Peyton smirked and moved away from him, bouncing down the stairs and into her kitchen, where she found fresh doughnuts in a box on the kitchen table. She reached in, slowly selected a plain glazed one, and went to town, Lucas right behind her.
"Listen, Luke? Can you do something for me?" Peyton slightly pouted her bottom lip, in attempt to be cute, but the rest of her face was serious.
Lucas was not munching on some cinnamon clad thing, and he nodded. "Sure Peyt, was is it?"
"Don't talk to me today." He cocked his eyebrows, but Peyton promptly continued. "I don't want Brooke to know...I mean, she still is my best friend, and I just don't want her to hate me any more than she does.
"I know...alright. So, I'll drop you off today, and I'll see you at practice. But no talking. I can do that. But I'll see you here after school, right?" He cocked his head as Peyton leaned in to kiss his cheek.
"Of course, I'll call you when I get home." She grinned and looked to the now nearly finished box of doughnuts, and grabbed a cute jean jacket from the coat rack. Lucas moved to her, taking his keys from his pocket, and slid his own jacket on, stuffing his cell into his pocket before he moved to softly encompass her in a warm fold of his arms, planting a kiss on her soft plush cheek.
"Lets go Lucas, its nearly six thirty, and I have to be early today, me and Haley need to sort out a few things about her tutoring me in calculus, damn that class." Lucas nodded and let her, his finger tips laced with hers, to his truck, and they both set off for school.
That day was pure hell. Although the sun was out and shining, no one was in much of a good mood. Practice came around and the air hung like stale water, no one spoke, and the cheerleaders got such little work done, that Brooke was going positively insane.
"Come on girls, what the hell is wrong with you guys?" More like what the hells wrong with you Brooke, Peyton thought sharply. Brooke had been nothing short of a hellion all period, bitching and screaming like no one had ever seen. Peyton knew she was upset, but she didn't need to be taking it out on the team. Lucas had payed little attention to the group, he was slowly working out his arm, stretching and such and every once and awhile twirling the ball in his palms longingly. But nothing could have stopped anyone from looking at what was falling through before them.
"You know what Brooke, Its my fault your upset. Don't take it out on the squad!" Peyton shoved her hand on her hips, her voice was raised, but even. But Brooke didn't show the same conversational courtousy. Her pom-poms his the floor and she dove at Peyton, throwing her fist at her. Ducking powerfully Peyton squealed, grabbing hold of Brooke by shoulders as they both went tumbling to the ground. Peyton had her arms wrapped around Brooks midsection, screaming the whole way, while Brooke had her fingers laced in Peyton's hair in a fury, yanking with a ferocity that no one had ever seen in Brooke.
"You dirty hoe! You stole my man, and now you want to tell me how to run my squad?" They rolled in the tussle for a moment longer.
"Oh piss off Brooke." Peyton rolled on top of her, and shoved her chest forcefully, standing up and walking backwards until she finally turned and rushed into the locker room, tears already brimming in her eyes.
She returned moment later, to find Brooke with her forehead resting against Lucas chest, him leaning against the wall, saying something that Peyton couldn't quite read his lips about, but as his eyes contacted with Peytons he didn't have an opportunity to say anything. She was gone.