Alright, I said before in my closing remarks in the last chapter that this chapter will be from Peyton's perspective not Lucas's. Well, I've changed my mind seeing as I've recently developed a case of writer's block. So I decided that it will be from Lucas' perspective after all because writers need to write what they know and well, I know about Lucas. So hopefully this won't ruin any expectations for you!

Chapter Thirteen: 'Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside your door and listen to you breathing. Is where I want to be.

Chapter Note: Yes, this is a long chapter title but it fits perfectly with this chapter! "Breathing" by Lifehouse, by the way. Also, this chapter is PG-13 unlike the others.

The moonlight played leisurely across her room creating shadows and a dim light of tranquility. Nothing was more peaceful in the world than in her room tonight. Lucas never imagined that he would be in the middle of something so magical and breath-taking before. The only thing that could do that was the sleeping beauty lying next to him. iPeyton/i, Lucas thought to himself with a content smile dancing across his lips. She was everything in his life; even more than basketball which could just for an hour clear his mind of all his troubles and anxieties. But she could do more than the game, she could fix his problems not help them be hidden or pushed away.

He softly pushed a golden curl out of her eyes that had fallen there. His heart melted; Lucas was falling, hard.

"I love you," he whispered ever so gently, not wanting to wake her up as he looked on to her resting his head on his arm. She looked so peaceful like she didn't have a care in the world.

"Hmm?" Peyton mumbled as she slowly started to stir.

"Shh." Lucas said quietly, trying to get her to fall back into her serene slumber. She did after only one beckoning and without a second thought. Soon her steady breathing could be heard again. The rhythm made Lucas easily see that Peyton was the best thing that ever happened to him and he wasn't going to let anything get between them again. Nothing.

Only a short four month period seemed to amount to everything that had meaning in his life, all.

Memories started to pore into Lucas's mind of them and the most recent ones seemed to dominate the others. That night was amazing; nothing could compare to it.

They had lost control of their emotions because of the simple meaning of a song. Both of them knew that their recklessness wasn't the smartest thing to do, but screw intelligence. They loved each other and that's all that mattered.

Flashback to earlier that night.

Lucas slowly started to shuffle Peyton over to her bed while never breaking from their passionate and genuine kiss. Their emotions were running hay-wire as though the month of barely any alone time had made both of them have unresolved tension.

As they reached the bed, Peyton slowly broke from their kiss and sat down on the edge of her bed. Lucas looked deep into her eyes as if he was searching for a reason not to do what they were about to do, but he crashed his lips into hers for a moment before he played with the hems of her shirt. Peyton must have sensed his yearning and his intentions and lifted her arms for Lucas to pull off her shirt. Lucas did and discarded her shirt to the floor.

Peyton looked up at him with a different sparkle in her eye, like she was trying to say something but didn't have the heart to say. Lucas shook the thought off and leaned down to tenderly kiss her. He broke from the kiss again to roughly pull his shirt off and like Peyton's, it also landed on the ground next to her bed. As their lips meant again, Lucas slowly and gently laid Peyton down. Being as close as they were, Lucas could feel her heart racing as rapidly as his.

Their kiss deepened, Lucas could not help but get lost into what was happening. It was so intoxicating and compulsive that he started to become hopeless from ever breaking from Peyton's spell that had been placed on him. He pulled away from their kiss to nuzzle her neck instead, while his fingers gently ran along her stomach. Lucas was kissing the very same spot where her perfume seemed to do the most damage on his control. He was becoming drunken by her very being.

Lucas gradually started to trace his kisses down to her stomach. He felt chills race up and down his spine as he affectionately kiss her.

"Luke," Peyton whispered softly, but something in the way she said his name directed his attention to her immediately. He looked up into her eyes and saw something he never saw before.

Instantly, Lucas decided to get off of her and sit beside of her. "Peyton," he said lovingly, "what's wrong?"

Tears started to fall from her eyes and she started to laugh. "Oh gosh, I'm hopeless."

Lucas tenderly wiped her silent tears away with his thumb. "No, you're not hopeless." He made her look at him, "Just please, tell me what's the matter."

Peyton looked down as though she were embarrassed, "Well, as shocking as it may sound…" she stopped midway, but after a few seconds determinedly began again. "I'm a little afraid of what will happen after we take the plunge."

Lucas nodded in understanding and for some strange reason, he felt relieved that Peyton was saying this before things went too far.

"You know? I had a very active relationship with Nathan after we did the first time and well, we seemed to forget why were really together after a while. It was like we only remember the physical aspect of our love life." Peyton pored out to Lucas, who was listening intently.

"I just don't want that to happen to us, Luke. I'm afraid it will if we did this when our emotions were going crazy and we didn't think it out or something. You do understand right, Luke? Because I don't want you to think that I'm turning you down or anything, okay, because I'm not."

Lucas couldn't help but laugh softly when he heard Peyton say her closing remarks. "Oh, I know you can't resist me enough to turn me down!"

Peyton punched him playfully on his arm and laughed incredulously at his arrogance. "Please, Lucas Scott. If I can do it once, I can do it again."

"Right," Lucas said sarcastically knowing that Peyton was only trying to deflate his ego. He smiled anyway, though. Lucas couldn't help knowing that Peyton wanted their first time to be special, not something that was spontaneous and done for pleasure. But for something that both of them would actually mean something and be genuine and pure for them. Lucas definitely respected her for that.

Lucas looked into Peyton's hazel eyes and saw the woman he was falling for. "Thanks, Peyton, you saved something for both of us."

She smiled shyly down at the floor, "Well, no big deal."

"Uh-huh, right," and Lucas kissed Peyton, again.

End of Flashback.

Lucas smiled at the thought of earlier that night. He really did respect Peyton even more now; he did before, but now it was like seeing her more as the insecure girl that wants the same fairytale ending as any other woman across the earth. She, though, wasn't going to let the same sad story happen between her and Lucas.

Luke shifted slightly and pulled Peyton closer to him and wrapped his left arm around her waist. Subconsciously, Peyton complied and rested her head against his chest. Silently and calmly, Lucas fell asleep with his one true love in his arms wishing the night to never end.

Author's Notes:

Well, I hope you all aren't disappointed with the update. I know it was a while since I updated, but since I did have writer's block, I couldn't help my tardiness. Please forgive me! Well, please tell me your thoughts because I wanna see if I developed a rustiness since my last update. Thanks for reading, I really appreciate it!