A/N: Okay, the much awaited honeymoon love scene.

I just wanted to put in a word or two letting you guys know that this scene is super provocative and very descriptive and blunt. If you don't want to read a story that has mature scenes written into it, I advise that you don't read this chapter.

Comments as always are lovely and the drama starts brewing soon :D.

Happy reading!

Peyton wrapped her slender arms around Lucas' neck. "Luke…" she began. "You really don't have to carry me, I can walk ya know."

He smiled. "What fun is that? I'm supposed to carry you across the threshold." He teased. She laughed. "Yeah, threshold, but this is a hotel room." She said as he made his way toward their room. He rolled his eyes and fumbled to slide the card into the door without dropping her. It flashed green and the lock popped. He nudged it with his hip and walked in, kicking it closed.

She grinned and reached over to lock it. "Well Mr. Scott, here we are…" her eyes lit up. His lips curled upward into a smirk and he walked over to the bed, sitting her on the edge of it. He nodded. "Yes Mrs. Scott…" he replied in a whisper.

"Well… what should we do now?" she teased, raising an eyebrow and leaning back onto her palms, the movement tightening the thin material across her chest. He bent down, a hand on either side of her and his face barely a breath from hers. "You tell me…" he whispered seductively, his warm breath flowing across her lips and sending chills down her spine.

She leaned centimeters closer, closing fractions of the gap until their lips nearly touched. He parted his and moved forward to dissolve the distance completely but she dodged his face and reached for the remote that lay behind her on the bed. "Cartoons?" she said flipping the television on.

He reached for the remote and turned it back off, then flung the controller to the ground. "Maybe later…" She smiled. "Oh… something else you wanted to do?" she teased. She leaned forward, pressing her hands lightly against his chest. She ran them up to his shoulders, pressing harder against the thin blue cotton. Her fingers snaked across his collar and to the back of his head, pulling him closer.

She let her lips hover close to his. Brushing ever so lightly, savoring each movement. His lips parted again, begging to be satisfied with a kiss. "You want me don't you?" she whispered, her fingers moving in small circles against his blonde buzzed hair.

He nodded eagerly, still trying to close the gap between their mouths. His black dress pants pulled tight against his already hard cock. She smiled seductively, letting her lips glide across his once more. "Show me how much…" she pleaded.

He loved when she spoke that way, her velvet voice sent shivers down his spine and he could no longer stand the teasing. He crushed his mouth against hers, forcing her back on the bed. Lucas gripped her hand with his, twining their fingers together and pinning hers above her head. A small moan escaped her lips and the sound caused his pants to tighten even more against his throbbing member.

He ran his tongue across her bottom lip and dipped it into her mouth, exploring every inch. She arched her back forcing her pelvis up against his and it was his turn to let out a moan. She tightened her fingers around his hands and moved her tongue more ferociously against his. He moved her hands together, pressing them both down with one of his.

With his newly free hand, he traced the contours of her body. Down her cheek and between her taut breasts, then across her firm stomach and over her thighs to the hem of the dress. He moved his mouth to her neck, biting it relentlessly. She opened her mouth and let out a pleased moan, struggling against his firm grip on her hands.

He dipped his right hand beneath the silky material and ran his fingers up her thigh, expertly locating her panties. He moved his mouth to her collarbone and kissed her gently, moving his mouth slowly against her pale skin. She arched her back forcing herself against his large hand.

He hooked his finger around her panties and slid them down her thighs, letting them come to rest just above her knees. He shifted the attention of his mouth to hers, biting her bottom lip, sucking and pulling it. She whimpered in pleasure. His fingers trailed back under her dress, moving skillfully to her already wet pussy.

He pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing it in slow skillful circles. She gasped and he moved his mouth away from hers to look into her eyes. He loved watching the faces she made as he pleasured her. Her mouth was wide open in enjoyment, her eyes full of ecstasy.

He slipped his middle finger into her throbbing pussy and she arched her back, shoving herself against him. He thrusted his finger in and out of her, rubbing her clit faster. She squirmed under his touch, her body aching for more. "God… Luke…" she whispered. "Mmmm…"

He smiled and leaned in to kiss her. He moved his lips down her neck to her collarbone, still moving his fingers slowly in and out. He released her hands and moved his left hand down to her breast. He kneaded it, keeping time with his right hands movements. She moved her hands to the back of his head, running her fingers across it, trying her best to grip the short buzzed hair.

He moved his hand away from her breast and down to the hem of her dress, hiking it up to her waist. He pulled his other hand away slowly and pulled her panties off completely. He raised her right leg, kissing her ankle and pulling off her heel. He raised her left foot and did the same.

He ran his hands up either leg, from calf, to knee, to thigh. Shivers coursed through her body, goose bumps forming on her skin. He moved his mouth to her thigh kissing slowly up to her pussy which was already dripping wet with anticipation. He parted her lips with his thumbs and slowly licked her clit. She jerked her head back against the pillows and arched her back, forcing her pussy into his face.

He obliged her needs, sucking furiously on her enlarged clit. She wrapped her legs across his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. He flicked his tongue against her clit, moving in fast circled. She jerked and squirmed in pleasure, her juices flowing against his mouth. He dipped his tongue into her pussy, thrusting it in and out, sopping up the taste of her.

Her fingers grasped the material of his shirt, grasping handfuls. "Oh, God… Lucas…." She whimpered. He looked up at her, his eyes blue spheres in the darkness. "Lucas… I want you to fuck me…" she muttered.

His cock bulged against his pants, begging to be set free. He pulled away slowly, moving his hands to the buttons of his shirt. He fumbled with them for a moment and then Peyton leaned up and ripped the shirt open, revealing his bare, sculpted chest. She slid her fingers down it admiringly, and then moved her fingertips up to his shoulders, removing the shirt completely, letting it fall to the ground.

He slid his hand behind her, moving the zipper down tantalizingly slow. He pulled the dress up over her head, revealing her perky white breasts. She hadn't worn a bra, and her nipples were hard, begging to be touched. He moved his mouth to her right nipple, biting it and sucking slowly. She moaned and moved her hand to her other breast, pinching her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Her mouth dropped open and he fumbled with his belt buckle, pulling the clamp open and yanking it off with one fluid motion. She moved her fingers to his pants, undoing the button and sliding the zipper down.

He leaned back, kicking his shoes off and pulling his pants and boxers down at the same time. His cock stood fully erect, drops of precum glistening at the head. Peyton bit her bottom lip as he climbed on the bed, straddling her as she leaned back against the pillows. He moved his hand down the side of her face, his body hovering above hers, and brushed the curls away from her cheek. "I love you, you know that right?" he whispered.

She nodded slowly, her breath catching in her throat as a single tear slid down her cheek, flowing across her face and into her mess of curls. He moved his lips to her cheek, kissing away the salt water trail. He moved his other hand between then, adjusting himself against her opening. "I'm never going to leave you again…" he promised. She nodded and moved her hand down slowly, grasping his cock. He let out a moan and moved his hand up to the bed to steady himself.

She moved his cock against herself, slowly inching him into her. She moved her hand away and wrapped her legs loosely around his waist. "Make love to me Lucas…" she pleaded. "Make love to me…"

He pushed himself inside of her, both gasping with the sudden intense pleasure. They'd forgotten what it felt like to be with each other. He rocked his body against hers, his mouth open slightly. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and slowly pulled it. She arched her back, giving him better entrance and moaned with each thrust. "Mmmm." She muttered, her hands moving to his back and her legs wrapping tighter around his body. "Luke…" she moaned.

He quickened his pace, his mouth came down hard against hers, crushing her lips beneath his and prying her mouth open anxiously. He rubbed his tongue against hers, and then sucked it slowly. He moved his hand down to her breast, squeezing it softly, and then pinched her nipple between his fingers. She gasped into his mouth, and he quickened his pace again, bucking against her violently. "Oh, Luke…" she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls and exciting him more.

He pulled himself nearly all the way out of her then slowly slid back in, teasing her a bit. Then he returned to his semi fast pace. He slid his hand down between them and rubbed her clit fast. She squirmed and rocked against his hand and body. "Luke, I'm gonna cum…" she moaned. "Cum with me…" she looked up into his eyes and jerked her head back into the pillow, her body shook and her pussy clenched, squeezing his cock.

He trusted once more, hard and released, his body convulsing violently. He spilled himself inside of her and leaned his head back, jerking again. He thrusted into her again and collapsed on top of her.

They lay connected in a flood of emotion until their breathing had returned to normal. She looked up at him and smiled softly. "Luke… I love you…" she whispered. "I always have…" He ran his fingers across her cheek and to her lips and he kissed her softly. "I love you to Peyton…" he murmured.

His cell phone sounded from his pants pocket and he sighed as he pulled away, annoyed. "I knew I should have turned it off." He sighed. He dug through his pants pocket to find the phone. He looked at the caller ID and frowned. Peyton wrapped the sheet around her and walked over to him. "What's wrong? Who is it?" She questioned. He held up the phone.

"LINDSEY." It read.