A/N: It's been a couple of weeks since I posted last. I was catching up on a few ficts which seemed to preoccupy me from actually updating my own, especially the Breyton ones and obviously One Tree Hill was back too. Despite those wonderful distractions I now post a new chapter so enjoy

It's Our Time Now

Peyton's POV

Brooke has walked off somewhere trying to talk to Haley on the phone. She's tried ringing me few times but I'm just not ready to speak to anyone from Tree Hill. I'm sure she's angry with me for what I did to Lucas.

I shouldn't have let it get that far, I hope when we go back to Tree Hill that he gives me a chance to explain. You heard me right; we'll be going back to Tree Hill. I've got to go back sometime, I can't run forever or maybe I can.

I'm standing at the bar, trying to get one of the bartender's attention. It's very crowded, it seems like everyone wants a drink at this very moment. I hadn't noticed that a red hair girl was standing next to me.

It seems that she's noticed my poor attempts and offers to order my drinks. "You don't have to do that but thanks." I point the money in her direction but she shakes her head to refuse. "Seeing as you don't sound like you're from here, call it a welcome to London or maybe something more."

I shift uncomfortably and gulp. This girl is flirting with me and it's thrown me a bit. I'm not really big on the flirting, not that I want to, but I've only really flirted with Brooke and that was mostly before anything happened between us.

"First time in a gay bar?" She asks as she's playing with her hair. She seems to be able to read me. "Is it that obvious?" I reply.

"Just a little but I won't hold that against you." She's touching my arm and I'm feeling quite uncomfortable. "I'm here with my girlfriend." I need to say that hoping she might back off a bit. "Well I don't see her around." It doesn't seem to be working.

"She'll be back anytime now." I say with added conviction hoping that Brooke would be back now. I would love to walk away but then she wouldn't be able to find me when she comes back.

"You sure she hasn't run off with someone else and left you here alone because it can work better if you're alone now." If on cue Brooke comes back and instantly wraps her arms around my waist and kisses my shoulder.

"Hey I'm Peyton's girlfriend and you are?" I can hear the tension in her voice despite the volume coming from the awful music.

"Brooke." I call her name but she's not responding. She's just standing there so I try again. "Brooke!" I pull out of her arms, spin around and place my hands on her waist. I speak close to her ear to make sure she hears me. "Come on, we're going." I pull her away from the bar until we get to the cloakroom.

"What was that about?" I ask sounding pissed off. "Are you telling me you didn't see that? She was blatantly flirting with you. Touching your arm and playing with her hair." Brooke was doing the actions as she was speaking.

I thought that I might try and keep the angry act on her for a while but I start to cave before I've even started. The look on her face just makes me stop in my tracks.

Brooke being jealous is funny and adorable. I can't stay mad at her for too long. I've only seen her like this with Lucas but I'm not going to go into that, that's far too messy. I smile at her and I can see confusion written all over her face. "You're jealous." I'm not asking her, I'm telling her. "No I'm not." I don't believe her one bit.

"You are and it's sweet." I pull her to me and kiss her. This wasn't just a quick peck on the lips; this was a deep, long kiss. After a while, Brooke pulls away and looks at a girl behind her. Then she looks ahead of me and drags me up the line. We grab our coats and find a taxi to take us back to our hotel.

While were sitting in the taxi, my mind goes back to the kiss we had in the cloakroom queue. It was intense and we haven't had a kiss like that since the morning we left Tree Hill.

All of a sudden I feel Brooke's hand on my thigh, running up and down making me slightly turned on. I'm smiling, as she was the one that picked out the skirt I'm wearing. I was perfectly fine with wearing a pair of jeans so I guess I now know the reason why she wouldn't let me wear them.

I look at her and she's wearing her playful smile. I lean in to kiss her not caring about anything. I'm pulling her closer to me as we continue. Before we know it, the taxi stops. We pay the driver and hold hands as we walk up to our room.

NO POV

Peyton's hands are on Brooke's hips, from behind and she's kissing her shoulder, as they walk into the room. Brooke clumsily finds the light switch and turns to meet Peyton's lips. She backs into the room, pulling Peyton with her and takes off Peyton's jacket.

Their kissing has become more hungry, feeling the need to touch each other, as they make their way to the bed. Peyton helps Brooke out of her jacket as the back of Brooke's legs touches the bed.

They both pull back and rest their foreheads together. Brooke sits down on the bed pulling Peyton with her so she ends up straddling her. Something had changed between them during the course of the night as hunger and want took over from the trembling and nervousness that they once felt.

They didn't know it but the moment it all changed, happened for both of them at the same time, at the club. They didn't just love each other they wanted each other too.

There bodies had moved and now Brooke was lying on the bed with Peyton over her, using her arms as support.

Brooke was running her tongue along Peyton's lip and her left hand was on Brooke's waist rubbing the skin between her jeans and top. Brooke was getting impatient and pulls Peyton's hand and places them on her breasts. Brooke pulls Peyton's skirt slightly up and caresses her arse.

Peyton is taken aback by this move and lifts her head away from Brooke. "What?" Brooke smiles innocently, "I couldn't help myself." She rolls the both of them over so she's now on top. Brooke adjusts herself so that one of her legs is in between Peyton, rubbing against her. Peyton is groaning as her underwear starts to get wet. Peyton decides she wanted to be on top again and rolls Brooke over.

She decides that she wants to get to know Brookes' neck so she starts trailing kisses on her jaw before reaching her neck. "You know we should stop now before we go any further." Brooke says, not being completely serious, trying to get her breath back. Peyton pulls away from Brooke's neck and nods.

They look into each other's eyes and see the hunger and want that they have for each other. Brooke couldn't help herself and she pulls Peyton into another kiss. Peyton pulls away with a need to catch her breath. "Brooke…" It was all she could get out before the other girl interrupted her. "Peyt, make love to me." Peyton could see the confirmation in Brooke's eyes; she didn't need to ask.

They were looking into each other's eyes for what seemed like ages. Both trying to gauge what the other one was thinking. They were both contemplating their next move. Not moments before, they seemed sure of everything but questions seemed to be playing in their minds.

Peyton slowly closed the gap between her and Brooke. When their lips connected, it seemed like a bolt of electricity passed through the both of them. The kiss was slow and sensual, their tongues massaging each other's.

There was no doubting anymore as their hands met each other's. It wasn't long before hands started touching flesh, wanting and needing each other.

Clothes had come off both girls; they examined and explored each other's bodies. Moans, groans and complete pleasure could be heard coming from the four walls. This was unlike anything the girls had experience before. It had been hours before the girls settled to sleep.

Brooke was the first to wake up with the thoughts of yesterday (and today) running though her mind. She didn't want to get out of bed. It was a good thing then because she couldn't. Peyton had wrapped her arms around Brooke, from behind, spooning her.

She smiled and tried to look at the time; it was already the afternoon. She felt Peyton's lips on her shoulder. "Morning." Peyton sounded hoarse. Brooke turned around "Morning. Sounds like someone strained their voice P Sawyer." Brooke smiled at the thought that she was the cause of Peyton's hoarseness. "Yeah, well it looks like your neck was attacked B Davis." Brooke had marks leaving evidence of where Peyton had been. "Well I'm not complaining." Brooke said before kissing Peyton. "Neither am I." Peyton wasn't satisfied with their kiss and wanted more.

"Ok, I'm gonna need some food." Peyton slowly pulls away. "I'm not getting out of bed." Brooke protested. "That's what room service is for." Peyton gets out of bed and throws on the nearest thing she can find before looking for the food menu.

For most of the afternoon the girls remained in bed, eating the food they had ordered. They were flicking through the channels when they came across something that they could both agree to watch. When the film had finished, it was around 6pm. "If we get ready now, we can go and see that band you wanted, Peyton."

Peyton caressed Brooke's cheek and kissed her softly. "Or we could just stay here and continue what we started last night." Both girls were now wearing a grin before they leaned in for what was the start of more hours of pleasure.