Chapter Three: Papa Don't Preach

(Present)

Larry's eyes nearly bulged out of his head and he stood from the bed, his heart leaping into his throat. "You mean to tell me that the night I came home and you were sitting on the couch like a statue was because you kissed your step-brother?" He practically screamed, a vein in the side of his head becoming quite visible. He had heard too much already. How much detail did his daughter have to go into? Sometimes he wished that she'd gotten his memory. Peyton was always so much like her mother. She remembered everything so vividly. He loved her for that, but it was moments like these that he wished that she could be a little less observant.

Peyton rested her head in her hands and slowly nodded her head, choosing not to verbally answer the question. The night that she and Lucas shared their first kiss had been the most confusing night of her entire life. There was so much going through her mind but, unfortunately, all she wanted to do was kiss him again. Maybe it wasn't even kissing. She just wanted to be near him. To smell his scent. To be close to him both physically and emotionally.

Still, to this day, Peyton could only wonder how they had gotten a connection so quickly. They'd gone from strangers to lovers in a matter of weeks. Now, she couldn't, nor did she want to, imagine her life without him. He was the only person in this world that put a true and genuine smile on her face. Sometimes, after Larry and Karen were asleep, he'd sneak into her bedroom and they'd just lay together silently, both needing the comfort of the other to fall asleep. She was sure that Lucas could sleep without her, but she found it very difficult to sleep without him.

Larry felt his heart rate fasten up and he held onto his arm dramatically. "Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer, you're going to give me a heart attack!" He stated, sitting down on one of the chairs, his eyes scanning the room. He suddenly felt clastrophobic. Was there another way out? A window? Would someone open the damn window? It was so hot in here!

Peyton lifted her head from her hands and rolled her eyes. He could be so over-dramatic at times. "Dad, just calm down.. Okay?" She asked, tilting her head to the side impatiently. He said that he wanted to know, but he was always so annoying when she explained things. It had been annoying enough to get through this story. Now she was going to have to deal with all of the prying questions about their relationship. There were things that her father simply did not want to know and she knew that for a fact.

Larry exhaled deeply, nodding his head. He was calm..He was calm..He was calm. Oh, who was he kidding? How could someone be 'calm' in this sort of situation? His daughter had slepped with her step-brother for God knows how long and no one had seen fit to inform him. The thought alone was enough to make the older man sick to his stomach. Part of him wanted to go into the other room and beat Lucas senseless. The other part wanted to cry his eyes out. And, of course, the last part wanted to hear what else had gone on between the two.

"I'm calm." He finally found his voice, although it was barely above a hushed whisper. The man leaned back in his chair and sighed, rubbing his forehead to suppress a headache that he simply know would be coming. "Just..Explain this to me.." He said, regretting the words the second that they flew out of his mouth. Did he really want to hear anymore? If he did, he'd probably have to be committed.

This was too much for anyone to handle hearing, let alone the man who gave birth to one and was step-father to the other. Did they not see what they were doing was wrong? Did they not realize that their horomones were going to have to wait until later because these were real lives that they were dealing with? This wasn't just 'Lucas and Peyton' land where the two could just go off and do whatever they like.

Peyton shook her head, her eyebrows crinkled together. From that point on, things just got messier and messier. They had avoided eachother like the plague for about two weeks, not saying a word to eachother. Then, of course, Karen and Larry went out, leaving the two alone again. Peyton had shacked herself up into her bedroom and Lucas did the same, hoping that they wouldn't have to cross paths. Fate, as they should know it, had a different plan for them.. A much different plan.

"Dad, trust me. You don't wanna know." She muttered tiredly, leaning her elbows on her knees and rubbing her forehead as well. Sometimes, she really was her father's daughter. Although she was a spitting image of her mother, the things she did were so similar to her father. She had a hot temper much like he did and, even if she hated to admit it, she acted a lot like him as well.

Larry closed his eyes. He didn't want to know. That was never good. Peyton told him everything. She was usually so blunt and honest. He could just picture her speaking right at this moment, her life flashing before his eyes. 'I have cramps' or 'My period is so bad' or 'The guy I made out with last weekend smelled like malt liquor'. Although they weren't exactly things that a father smiled upon hearing, Larry had always respected her honesty. Now, she was telling him that he didn't want to hear this? Uh-Oh.

"Have you two ever been...Intimate?" He reluctantly asked, clearing a tick in his throat as he finished off his last question. It was times like these that he wished he had a son instead of a daughter. If he did have a son, Larry would have gone about things at a totally different angle. They'd be laughing and joking around between threats of murder. Not exactly your average humor, but this was no average situation.

Peyton's eyes widened in shock. Okay.. Ew. Did her father just use the word 'intimate'? She finally nodded her head, looking her father dead in the eye. She had never lied to him before and she didn't plan to start now.

..And there went the truck that just ran Larry Sawyer over. He closed his eyes, letting out a loud groan. This had to be some sort of sick joke. Canded Camera? Punk'd? Some other Ashton Kutcher experiment? What the hell was going on here?

"When did this first begin?" He stuttered out reluctantly, his eyes searching the room for something to stare at..Anything besides his daughter. It wasn't that he didn't want to look at her, but he just couldn't. She was tainted by his damn step-son. Her fucking step-brother. Was he the only person who saw how wrong this whole situation was?

Peyton shrugged her shoulders. "Is there any way we can change partners for this? Karen comes in here and you..." She paused, thinking. Did she really want her father and Lucas to talk? No, she didn't. "Nevermind." She finally settled, swallowing loudly.

"The first time we..." She made a quick gesture with her hands, knowing that he'd know what she meant. 'Having sex' was something that she couldn't say in front of her father. Yes, he knew that she wasn't a virgin, but she'd never been forced to tell him anything like this before. It was disguisting and wrong and evil.

"Well, it was...Like..." She thought back, her eyebrows furrowed together in thought. "It was about two and a half months ago-ish." She settled quietly, choosing not to go into any further detail than that. Instead, her mind took her back to that night, re-living every last detail.

-- Flashback --

And, although Elizabethan theatre is now ceased, the plays and literature that were written during this time will forever be in our-- Peyton stopped typing as she reached for her glass of water, only to find it empty. She let out a heavy sigh and looked towards her bedroom window. It was opened, but it still felt like it was a thousand degrees in her bedroom.

Peyton set the empty glass back down onto her computer desk, repeatedly swallowing the little bit of saliva in her throat. "Okay, Elizabethan Times, you're gonna have to wait." She muttered, grabbing the glass and standing up, choosing to take a little break before she finished with her essay. Peyton opened her door. Silence. Good, maybe Lucas had gone out. She'd been avoiding him since the kiss and, luckily, he had been avoiding her as well.

It was a miracle that their parents weren't suspicious yet. Lucas had skipped dinner almost every single night for the past two weeks and Peyton had been forcing Brooke to drive her to and from school so that she wouldn't have to car-pool with her almost step-brother. The same almost-step brother that she had once been crushing on. The same almost-step brother that she had kissed. The same almost-step-brother that had kissed her back.

She made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen, pressing the button on the refridgerator that spits out ice. Just as her hand touched the button, a sound was heard. Footsteps. They started from the top of the stairs and continued on into the kitchen, the darkness surrounding them.

Even if she couldn't see it, she felt it. It was Lucas. His presence. Peyton still didn't turn around, her back facing him as she finished off putting the ice in the glass. With that, Peyton began to pour the water. Not a sound was made between the two of them. The trickling of water could be heard, but Lucas didn't move or speak and neither did Peyton. It was pitch black and she simply turned around, unsure of why she was doing so. She just got a feeling.

The second that she did, a pair of lips collided with her own. Peyton's hands immediately ripped and pulled at his blonde hair, his arms falling around her waist and forcefully pushing her against the fridge. Still, not a sound was made. Not a moan or a grunt or a word was uttered between either of them.

The mere second that her back hit the fridge, Peyton carelessly dropped the glass of water from her hands, the first noise in the kitchen as the shatter of the glass onto the floor. She now focused all of her attention on him. The way that he tasted. The way that he kissed her. The way that their foreheads always seemed to allign perfectly. With a small moan, Peyton lifted herself up and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his lips into hers for another intoxicating kiss.

The two bodies somehow managed to find their way around the kitchen, their tongues hungrily searching eachothers mouths and their hands touching every single place that they could find. Lucas somehow managed to pull off Peyton's tank top and throw it onto the floor with the broken glass, stumbling them onto the couch. He fell down on top of her and they continued to kiss, not once saying a word in fear of ruining the moment.

They were both thinking the same exact thing. It can't mean anything...But it does. As hard as they may have tried, they couldn't stay away. They had avoided eachother, but it was only a temporary fix. That had worked until they ran into eachother, which later led to this. Clothes being ripped off and passions igniting.

Peyton was thankful that Lucas was already shirtless. She'd have to remember to thank Mother Nature the next time that she prayed. Come to think of it, she'd have to be praying soon because having sex with your step-brother was probably breaking, like, all ten commandments at the same time. She was definately going to need that forgiveness.

She ran her nails up and down his back, a small smile coming onto her lips when she felt him shudder against her touch. Instead of saying one of her snarky little sarcastic comments, Peyton opened her eyes, her green emerald eyes locking onto his ocean blue ones. They stared at eachother for what felt like hours. There was no going back now. Whatever was going on between them was far too strong and powerful to ever be denied again.

Wordlessly, Peyton pulled his neck down to her, kissing him once again. As acceptance, Lucas eagerly opened his mouth, slowly pulling her shorts off of her body as he did so. Peyton lifted her body and helped him to remove the article of clothing, hungrily pulling him back down on top of her.

Lucas leaned down, his head getting lost in her blonde curls as he kissed her neck, leaving hot open mouthed kisses up and down the tender skin. Peyton moaned loudly, arching her hips up to meet with his for one electrafying moment. She brought her hips back down, her eyes closed in ecstacy and her hands forcefully tugging on his hair.

"I need to feel you inside of me." She whispered huskily, practically begging him to do so. Lucas continued to kiss her neck as she pulled his sweatpants down and took a hold of the rim of his boxers, toying them with a seductive smile.

Lucas pressed his hips down into hers once again teasingly before lifting his head from her neck and traveling down her body, leaving kiss after kiss down her chest and stomach, stopping at the rim of her tiny underwear. Lucas stared for a moment before pulling them off and falling on top of her.

She locked eyes with him and nodded her head, silently granting him permission. He was always a gentleman, wasn't he? The second that he rammed into her, Peyton let out a cry like moan, her nails digging into his back forcefully.

They continued to move in unison for what felt like hours, Lucas finally collapsing down on top of her, his head buried in the crook of her neck. Peyton's heart pounded out of her chest and she grabbed onto a small blanket that was resting on the back of the couch, covering their naked bodies. She continued to attempt to regulate her breathing, lifting Lucas's head and kissing his lips softly.

Lucas returned the kiss almost immediately and smiled against her lips, moving off of her and laying down so that he was next to her. Peyton adjusted herself, settling on top of him, her head resting on his chest. Who cared if it was a thousand degrees outside? This was all that mattered right now.

Peyton looked up at Lucas, who seemed to be thinking. He was never a man of many words, but had he spoken since he had walked downstairs? She wasn't so sure. "What's on your mind?" She asked cautiously, lifting herself up to rest her weight on her elbow.

Lucas's blue eyes shined in the dark and he looked over at her, playing with one of the blonde curls that was straggling near her eye. He brushed it away, twirling the piece around his finger as if it were a toy. "Peyton--" He began to speak, but was cut off by the blonde.

She sat up, covering herself with the blanket. "I know the deal. It can never happen again, right?" She asked sadly, looking over at him, unable to hide the hurt on her face. Tonight had been so passionate and so loving that she couldn't imagine a life without him. As wrong and twisted as it was, they were a perfect example of 'love at first site'. From the moment that she had seen him, Peyton got that feeling. Not the 'butterflies in your stomach' kind of feeling, but the 'I can't live without you' feeling that she was sure that no one her age had ever gotten before.

"Actually.." Lucas took his hand, lifting her chin. "I was gonna say that.. I need to be with you.." He admitted with a small laugh, bringing her face closer to his and leaving a gently yet loving kiss on her lips. "But if you don't want it to happen again..." He trailed off with a cocky/playful smile.

Peyton slapped Lucas's chest, pushing him back down onto the couch and taking her place on top of him. "I need to be with you too." She admitted with a smile, lacing their fingers together.

Lucas looked down at their hands, his smile fading. He leaned over and kissed the side of Peyton's forehead, squeezing her hand just a bit tighter. "It's just...We're never gonna be able to hold hands in public and..I'm never gonna be able to shower you with presents or go to the movies with you or.. Celebrate Valentines Day.." He admitted, knowing that it sounded insanely cheesy.

Peyton smiled and she lifted herself up once again to look at him. "If sneaking around means that I get to be with you, then I'll do it.." She admitted, leaning in and kissing his nose gently. Peyton sighed contently as she placed her forehead against his, his nose lightly grazing up against hers. "..All I need is you.." Peyton promised quietly, leaning in for yet another kiss, glad that they could finally admit their feelings once and for all.