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"So, did you have a nice visit with Elie?" Chris asked glaceing up from the assigned book, and at Peyton. Who sat at the other end of the swing on the back porch, staring at her own book, offering quick glances at Chris every now and then. She didn't answer just nodded. "All right what's wrong?"

"Nothing! What makes you think something is wrong?"

"Because you're being really quiet, and not trying to mock anything about this book. And you keep giving me weird looks."

Peyton, blushed deeply. But she was saved from answering by her cell phone ringing. "Hello?" She asked, when she flipped it open. 'Yes, hello Mr. Reichmann... Okay, yes of course... All right, thank you... We'll see you there." Peyton clicked her phone off, and looked quickly at Chris.

"What is it?" Chris asked placing his book down, and scooting down the swing closer to her.

"He said, the doctor office where we had our D.N.A. test done. And wants us to come in tomorrow morning." Peyton tossed her book onto the porch, and hugged Chris.

"Did he say why, they wanted you to come in?"

"I don't know. Just said, for us to meet them there. You'll come with me?"

"Of course."

Peyton smiled at him, resting her hands on the back of his neck. "Hey Chris, do you think I can try something, with out. Oh, I don't know what without. I just want to try something. Is that okay?"

"All right, go ahead. What do you want to try?" Peyton closed her eyes, and slowly leaned in and pressed her lip to Chris'. He was caught off guard at first, but just as she started to pull back, he placed a hand in her hair, and held her to him. Fully taking over the kiss, he parted his lips, and traced Peyton's bottom lip, with his tongue. Then dipped it into her mouth, to dual passionately with hers. A kiss that sent shock waves to their toes.

When the need for air, became to great they pulled back. Peyton sighed and buried her face in his chest, his head coming to rest on top of hers. "Man, Peyton that was some other experiment. What brought that on?"

"Elie, said I was into you. I just need to try something to see if that was true."

"Yeah, and what was you're answer?"

"There was sparks, so many. So, I guess maybe, I am into you. I'm sorry." Peyton pulled back, gathered her things and headed for the door.

"You don't have anything to be sorry about Peyton. Truth is I'm into you too." Peyton smiled as her hand rested on the door. She throw a quick glance over her shoulder, then headed to her room.

Chris sighed and picked his book back up, and tried to go back to reading it.

Around midnight Peyton laid in her bed still awake. All she could think about was her kiss with Chris. She had been fighting a battle with her self. Finally she decided to go on impulse with the winning side. She throw back covers, and headed to Chris' room.

He sat up as soon as the door opened, and looked right at her. "I'm guessing you couldn't sleep either?" He teased slightly, watching her cross the room.

"To much on my mind. Well, one thing that is coming in many different forms." She sank down onto the bed next to him, and before he could move, she once again pressed her lips to his. This time he reacted as soon as their lips was a breath apart. He pressed her to his body, and then down onto the bed, below him.

Shortly after the kiss started, Chris lips moved from her lips to her neck. "Peyton?" He asked raising slightly to look in her eyes.

"I want to feel, Chris. I want to be held, loved, touched. I want something other then pain, and worry, fear, and not knowing what's going to happen next. Worrying about Elie, and who my father may be. I want something I'm in control of. Or at least something I started." Peyton shifted slightly under him, to where she could pull her tank top off. Well, half way off. She got it tangled around her shoulders, almost tying her arms above her head.

"Hey it's not easy to undress when you're laying under a 18 year old guy." Peyton said, when she heard Chris laugh at her.

"All, right. All right. I got it." Chris moved over, and caught a hold of Peyton's shirt. Then with a grin, he tugged it up slightly, just enough to where, he had access to her lips, yet her arms was still pinned. He placed a quick kiss to her lips, then started down her neck, across her shoulder, then came back across, the collar bone, to her other shoulder.

"Come on Chris! Play fair."

"Never really did." He laughed as he went ahead and finished pulling her shirt off. "Are you sure you want this?"

"Don't you?"

"More, then anything? But I want you to be sure, comfortable."

"Well, I want it. Comfortable, well I would be if I wasn't laying on this uncomfortable lump of covers." she laughed, shifting against him, wiggling trying to fix the covers.

Chris laughed, as well, as he pulled her slightly off the bed. Then lifted the covers, nearly throwing them from the bed. He brought his lips back to hers, as he gently laid her back onto the bed. All else debate was lost, as she twined her arms around her neck, and pressed closer to him.

The following morning, Chris lay on his side, elbow on his pillow, and his check placed in the palm of his hand. He lay watching Peyton sleep. On her stomach, arms folded beneath her pillow. Her hair was messed around her shoulders. She had a huge content grin on her face.

Chris reach over the short distends between them, and softly brushed her hair away from her face. Peyton's smile grew, as she moved into his touch. "Open your eyes pretty girl." He whispered. "Come on wake up. Where going to have to be leaving soon."

With a sigh, Peyton opened her eyes, and looked at Chris. "Good morning handsome."

"Hey beautiful. Sleep well?"

"Yeah I did, actually. How about you?"

"Man, I had the weirdest dream. I dreamed this beautiful blonde girl, came into my room in the middle of the night, and seduced me." He answered grinning, moving closer to her on the bed.

"Really?" With a smile, she leaned forward and kissed him. "Man, we was kinda loud last night. Think we bothered Alex and Tristan?"

"Heck, we could have woke the dead." Chris so the worried look on Peyton's face. "Don't worry. Alex and Tristan, are pretty deep sleepers, plus they sleep with a stereo on. Or at least they have been since we started staying here." He laughed, leaning down and kissing the side of her neck, then moved to kiss her shoulder. He bit lightly and playfully into her shoulder then licked it. Kissed across her shoulder blades, to the other side, and bit and licked there. This brought Chris' shoulder quiet close to her face. With out a second thought she leaned forward, and bit into his collar bone, only hard then Chris bit her.

Surprised by this, Chris yelped and puled back.

"Oh, my gosh. I'm sorry." Peyton said, leaning in and kissed the red place where she had left bit marks.

"It's all right. What can I say you're a tiger in bed. Trust me, I can feel it in my back." Chris' back was lined with red scratch mark whelps, from the top of he's shoulders down to his waist.

"I'm sorry about that."

"No worries babe. I can tell ya it made it so much hotter last night. And it really doesn't even hurt." With a smile Chris kissed her again. Then flopped down onto his back, wenching slightly.

"Poor baby. Can't handle a tiger in bed?" She teased moving, to place here check to his bare chest.

"You really think that after the night we just had?"

"Well, okay no. You can handle a tiger and then some. Man. I mean wow!"

"Thanks, I get the picture. Actually I'm really getting a picture, of something I'd so like to do to you!" With a quick move he flipped them, so he had her pinned to the bed.

"Well, my guitar playing hottie, it'll have to wait till later. We have an appointment. Remember?"

"Unfortunately." Rolling out of bed, he headed to the door while tugging on a pair of boxers. "Shower, coming?"

With a delighted squill followed by a smile, she jumped from bed, pulled on one of his shirts, and well basically leaped into his arms.

a/n: alright guys let me know what y'all think. Thanks.