She was late. She was really late, and as she walked through the doors of LAX to pick up her fiance, she cursed under her breath at the craziness that was this morning.

She got to work flustered because the power had gone out the night before in a storm and she overslept. Then after spilling her coffee down the front of her shirt, she had to stop by the nearest store, which luckily was Clothes Over Bros, which meant free clothes for Peyton. She didn't know how her best friend had managed to climb to the top so quickly and how she had managed to make sure that every one of her shops in L.A. Knew who Peyton Sawyer was. After a quick change in the fitting room, she was off to work where she got yelled at for being late. And the hits kept coming as she was ushered in and out of different places being told to go this way and that, and then just as she was about to leave, John pulls her aside and talks to her about being professional and coming to work on time. Which made her late. Extremely late.

He waited. He waited for a long time, and knew that she would call if she wasn't going to be able to pick him up. He told himself that it was probably just work keeping her busy, so he had gotten out his laptop and started plugging away at the next part of his novel that Lindsay had wanted him to revise a bit. Glancing up every now and then, he had yet to see the whirlwind of blond curls.

He looked up when he heard the quick clicks of heels walking... rather running towards him, and met the frazzled eyes of his soon to be bride. Closing his laptop and slipping it into his carry on, he turns to her and envelops her in a firm embrace.

"You're late..." he says, not meaning to tease, but just stating a fact.

Then she looks at him with tears in her eyes and proceeds to cry. She cries a lot.

After a good twenty minutes of sitting in the airport with his arms around his sobbing fiance, she finally quiets herself. Taking in a few shaky breaths, she looks up at him with red eyes.

"I'm so glad you're here."

"I'm sorry that I said you were late... I didn't mean that..."

She laughs a little bit at how concerned he is that he was the one to upset her and explains to him the day that she had, starting with waking up late and then everything that followed.

"Babe... let's go to dinner. Then we're going to sit around all night and watch movies and eat ice cream... maybe take a nice bath... kiss a while... sound like a plan?"

"Sounds like the best idea you have had in a long time Lucas Scott."

"Well, you look like you need a little relaxation..."

They did just that all evening, ending their evening tangled up in each other as always. Every time was better than the first, and they knew that if that was any indication as to what the rest of their lives was going to be like, they were set.

The next morning, they were jostled out of their sleep by the shrill sound of Peyton's phone. Moaning and mumbling, she reached her body over the sleeping form of her lover and grabbed her phone.

"Peyton Sawyer."

"Sawyer! I'm glad you're awake. Most young people your age are still sleeping off last night's rendezvous and hangover, so I'm impressed."

"Did you need something John?"

"Yes... you actually. I need you to come in for a bit this morning. There are some things that came to pass last night at the clubs that need reworking, and I have a bit of a proposition for you."

"Well... my fiance is in town, and..."

"I wouldn't think that you would pick a puppy dog for your fiance, Sawyer. He can stand to be on his own for a little while this morning, can't he?"

Overhearing all of this, Lucas took the opportunity to kiss Peyton's shoulder, assuring her that he would be okay.

"Are you sure?" she whispers to him, covering the bottom of her phone.

"Yeah, I can work on the editing for the book that I needed to get done this week."

Turning back to the phone, Peyton removes her hand.

"I'll be right in."

"Great... and Peyton?"

"Yes?"

"You pass a Starbucks on your way don't you?"

"Yes sir."

So just as fast as her weekend was shaping up to be perfect was how fast it was becoming not so perfect after all.

After a few hours of extra sleep, Lucas woke up and found some cereal for breakfast, turning on ESPN to see the game highlights that he missed last night for various wonderful activities. Shortly after that, he opened up his laptop and got to work on his "assignment" from Lindsay.

At about six hours later, he was starting to get annoyed. He wasn't really upset with Peyton, because he knows that she couldn't really help it. That was how you climbed up the ladder, and he knew that, and that was the whole reason why they were waiting to get married. He wanted her to be successful at the thing that she loved. He could write anywhere, and he could coach anywhere, but she needed to be here right now, so he let it pass.

It was nearing eight P.M. When her keys in the lock of her apartment woke him up from his slumber on the sofa. With a glance to the clock he was more than annoyed. That was of course until he saw her face. She was smiling. It was a big smile, and it was a smile that he hadn't seen in a very long time from Peyton Sawyer.

"I got it!" she says, coming into her small living room, sitting on his lap, and giving him a kiss that would be enough to make anybody blush.

"Wow!... what did you get?" he says, laughing.

"Junior A&R!!!!!"

"What?! Peyton that's amazing!! What happened!!"

"Well apparently he finally took a look at the list that I gave him of the bands that I had seen around town. He hadn't believed me when I said that they were going to be huge, but he went out last night to a few places to check a few of the bands out and really liked them. After he did that, he went to the sites and MySpaces that I told him about for each band and realized that I was really onto something with some of them."

"So what does this mean?"

"I don't know! But I did it! I got a major label to look at something other than some blond pop princess with a stupid sitcom background, and got them to see a band with music that could actually do something for people."

All he could do was grab a hold of her and kiss her. He was so happy that she had that spark back. It wasn't like two months ago when they talked about her job. She wasn't going to have to glorify her position anymore, and she was on her way to something great.

When they pulled away from each other, she got up and pulled on his hand. As he stood up, she dragged his lips towards her in a slow, sweet motion.

"Thank you."

"I didn't do it... it was all you Peyton."

"I couldn't have done it without you though."

"Well, I couldn't have done anything without you either, so I guess we're even."

"So...." she says, playing with the hem of his t-shirt, looking up at him with a glimmer in her eye.

"So..." he says, matching the glimmer with his own.

"How do you think we should celebrate?"

"hmmm...do we still have whip cream left over from our ice cream sundaes last night?"

"Lucas Scott!"

"Well you said celebrate... I thought you meant with ice cream!" he says, throwing his hands into the air in a surrendering gesture.

All he gets is a raised eyebrow in return.

That of course is all the encouragement he could ever need as he runs toward her picking her up, and carrying her into the bedroom.

Hours later the two found themselves again in the throes of passion, and with one final scream they collapsed into one another.

"God Luke!" she says, her breathing heavy and her skin damp.

"I didn't think we were going to make up for every day apart in one fell swoop." he replies, laughing.

"That has to be some kind of record..."

"Well seeing as it is five o'clock in the morning and we have yet to actually sleep, I would think you are right Miss Sawyer."

She rolled herself back to him, letting her leg hook in between his, and resting her head on his chest. Playing with the fine hairs there, she looked up at him and smiled.

"What are you thinkin' about?" he asks, catching the smile and look in her eyes.

"How much I'm going to love being married to you...if this..." she says gesturing between the two of them, "is any indication."

"So you're telling me that you are just using me for the sex now?"

"Well you had to find out eventually." she says, obviously trying to get a rise out of him.

They fell into silence as she listened to the beat of his heart beneath her ear and he focused on her steady breathing.

As it was nearing four o'clock, the sun hit the window just right, causing light to flood the bedroom, waking the slumbering pair, who, with a moan opened their eyes.

"Do you have to go?" she says, kissing up his chest, reaching his lips before he could answer.

"I have to, but I don't want to."

"I know... but I'm glad that we got this weekend together."

"I'm glad now, but God only knows what muscles I'm going to be feeling tomorrow."

"YOU? I was the one who was bent... well... you know... if anyone is going to be sore, it's gonna be me."

"Do you always have to one up me Peyton?"

"No. But you love me for it, don't you."

"With all my heart." he says, kissing her one last time before tumbling out of bed and getting into the shower.

As the time got closer for his plane to depart, the space between the two grew smaller, as they inched closer and closer to each other in the side by side chairs. Waiting around for his flight to be called, they caught up on everything that they didn't have a chance to because of choosing other... activities.

"Did you get any work done on the book?"

"Yeah, I finished editing the chapter that Lindsay wanted me to finish."

"Lindsay, huh..."

"Peyton, you've got to be kidding me... really?"

"I don't know. Aside from Haley, she is really the only other woman you seem to be around, and seeing as I'm pretty sure that you and Haley together would cause both of you emotional issues, Lindsay is causing a little bit of a green-eyed monster to rear its ugly head."

"Hey..." he says, grabbing her chin and pulling her lips to his. "there is no one else for me, and you know that. In fact, when you come to Tree Hill next month, why don't we take the shuttle up to New York and you can meet Lindsay, and see that there is absolutely nothing for you to be worried about."

She nods, kissing him in the process, just as she hears his flight being called.

"31 days this time."

"Already have the countdown going..." he says winking at her with his adorably squinty eyes.

"I love you Lucas Scott."

"And I love you Peyton Sawyer, soon to be Scott."

As she watched him walk towards his gate she couldn't help but blush, realizing that the name sounded even better coming from his lips.

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So, we are three months in.... quite interesting. As a random plug, you all need to download the One Tree Hill podcast... on the 24th of May Hilarie Burton was on and it was a GREAT interview. Also... start following SoGoPro on Twitter to support them!

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