A/N:
I just wanted to let you guys know how much I appreciate all your kind words in your reviews :D. I decided to go ahead and write another chapter tonight. It's not very long, and I hope you like where I'm going with the story. Please note that the story is rated M for mature and will be getting pretty graphic in the next few chapters. Also, I know things are running pretty smoothly for Lucas & Peyton so far, but there will be drama. Oh how there will be drama :D.
Thanks you guys. So without further ado, here's the next installment.
"I already knew." Brooke said after a moment.
Peyton was dumbfounded. "What do you mean you already knew?" She questioned, glancing over at Lucas who was already grinning like a child at Christmas.
Brooke laughed. "I already knew. Lucas called me right after he saw you're drawing at the River Court." Peyton blushed a bit, remembering the elaborate detailed portrait of her infatuation she'd left emblazoned across the court of Lucas' home away from home.
"I actually wasn't sleeping." Brooke continued. "I'm already in Vegas. I flew out a couple hours before you guys and booked the hotel room for you and Luke and a separate one for me. Did you think that Lucas would be stupid enough to let you get out of Tree Hill and run off to be married without your very best friend in the whole entire world?" she questioned.
Peyton looked again at Lucas who was still grinning. "You're an ass." She hissed. He nodded. "But you love me for it." He replied. "What about Haley?" She questioned. "If Brooke's gonna be at the Wedding and Haley finds out she is gonna be hurt Luke… she's your best friend."
"Oh don't worry about Tutor Mom." Brooke replied before Luke got the chance. "I snatched her and Nathan up on my way to the airport. Skills decided he'd much rather sleep than trek out to Nevada on a whim so Jamie's staying there til everyone gets back." Peyton narrowed her eyes and looked over at Lucas again. "You had this all planned out didn't you?" She questioned.
Lucas smiled again. "Guilty as charged." He admitted. "But you said you left Haley a message…" she continued accusingly. "I did before I called Brooke." Peyton rolled her eyes and let out a deep breath. "Just be happy soon to be Mrs. Scott." Brooke said in her raspy voice. "In less than two hours you're going to be celebrating your wedding night." She teased. "And please, I have the room next to yours so try your best to be quiet while you're screwing Luke's brains out. I know you guys are waaay over due for some make up sex."
"Brooke!" Peyton scolded. "What?! You know you can't wait to get Broody over there naked again." Peyton blushed. "I'm hanging up now." Brooke laughed. "See you soon P. Sawyer." She said and then hung up.
Peyton sat the phone back down and turned to face her blue eyed blonde. "You had all this set up?" she began. "What if I would have said no?" she questioned.
"You wouldn't have." He attested. "True love always remember?" She couldn't help but smile. "You really better be glad that I love you…" she said leaning her head against his shoulder and resting her hand on his chest. "Otherwise you'd have Haley, Nate & Brooke hanging out in Vegas for no reason."
Lucas smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. "So, what did Brooke say that made you yell at her?" he questioned.
Peyton blushed and was thankful that he couldn't see her face from the way she was positioned. "Oh nothing…" she said. "She was just wondering what our… wedding night plans were."
Lucas smiled. "And what are our wedding night plans?" he asked. Peyton smiled and leaned back so she could face him. "Making up for lost time." She replied simply. "I've spent the last 4 years wishing that I would wake up and be back in that hotel room with you, remembering how it felt to be close to you… and now… we can have it."
He nodded. "Now we can have it."
He cradled her chin in his hand and pulled her face slowly towards him. He pressed his lips against hers and she inhaled sharply as if a shock had been sent coursing through her veins. Each kiss with Lucas was like the first and yet so much more.
He bit her bottom lip lightly, sucking it into his mouth slowly, tracing the contours with his tongue. He released it and ran his tongue along the crease of her pout, slowly parting her lips with it and exploring her mouth. He ran his hand up her thigh, lightly across her arm and firmly grasped a handful of her thick curls, pulling them. He smiled against her lips as she moaned softly into his mouth.
She pulled away; her lips still parted slightly, flushed red from exertion. "We can't do this here…" she said defeated. "If we keep going at it like that, I'm going to rip your clothes off right here and take advantage of you in front of god and everybody…" she said softly, her voice seductive and her lips barely a breath from his. Each movement, each word, sent a warm wave of air against his mouth.
He bit his bottom lip a little and nodded. He loved it when she talked that way. He could feel his cock pressing eagerly against the stiff material in his jeans and he forced himself to think sad thoughts in order to quiet the urge that was clearly visible through the blue denim.
"Just wait til I get you in that hotel room…" he whispered.
Peyton cocked an eyebrow. "Is that a threat?" she teased, running her hand slowly up his thigh, stopping painfully close to the bulge. Lucas shook his head firmly. "It's a promise…" he replied.
She smiled and pulled her hand away from his leg. "Well if I'm going to be getting married in a few hours, I better get rested up." She leaned her head against the window and pulled the blanket up to her chin, closing her eyes all but a mere sliver so she could still make out Lucas' face. Lucas rolled his eyes and adjusted his pants a bit. A smile drifted across Peyton's lips and she slowly fell again into a peaceful slumber.