" ," Peyton called through the large house, as loudly as she dared. She wasn't afraid of Brooke's parents as it was highly unlikely they would be around, but if her friend was hung-over she didn't want to make her headache any worse. "Where you at girlie?"
"Here," a mumble came from the living room on the right. Peyton followed the noise and found her best friend curled up on the sofa in her queen-sized bed's duvet, in her pjs with last night's make up still on.

"Should I ask how you're feeling?" Peyton teased gently.
"Surprised you aren't too busy with Lucas to wonder," Brooke retorted.
"Really Brooke?" Peyton was surprised that Brooke's sourness was still so raw, "Have we actually upset you?" Peyton didn't want to fall out with her best friend over a boy, even if he wasn't just any boy.
"Oh so you're a 'we' now?" Brooke narrowed her eyes as she looked to the curly blonde stood in front of her, her words dripped with sarcasm and distaste.
"Yeah…" Peyton began cautiously. She really wanted to share this excitement with Brooke, but of course didn't want to upset her. "We're exclusively taking it slow." Using the phrase Lucas had took Peyton back to last night and she smiled.
"Awesome." Brooke said, still using her most unamused and sarcastic tone.
"Brooke, is this just because of your hang-over, or are you really pissed because I don't want to argue with you?" Peyton was exasperated now.
"Do you know what I did last night Peyton?!" Brooke shouted, "While you were becoming 'exclusively slow' with a guy you knew I also liked, I was having sex with 3 random boys because they were the only people who wanted to spend time with me!" She was on her feet, her brown hair flying everywhere, and in Peyton's horrified face now.
"What?" The blonde was evidently shocked, "Why? Why?" She paused to collect her thoughts, "It was a bitchy move, but as soon as you dared Lucas and I to kiss, then put us in the room together, I thought it was your weird way of accepting it, and once you were sober we'd be good." Peyton reached out to touch Brooke's shoulder, who in return flinched. "I don't want my feelings for him to hurt you and our friendship."
"Well, I'm sober, we're not good, and I'm hurt."
"How can I fix it?"
"You can't," Brooke answered simply but with meaning, "Until you and he are done, we are." She was defiant and Peyton was hurt.
"Seriously? That's it? Eight years of friendship and you're going to give up on us?"
"No. You've given up. I needed you last night and you weren't there, only those boys were."
"Brooke, I've told you a hundred times, I'm always there for you, and you don't need those dumb guys," Peyton faltered for a second, "Did they hurt?" She inquired gently.
"No," Brooke completely stepped away from Peyton, "Can you please just leave I can't deal with this right now."
Peyton didn't want to leave, but she did. She made it clear on her way out that Brooke could talk to her about anything, whatever time of day or night, and that she wouldn't give up on their friendship. It occurred to her that her and Lucas taking things slow wasn't only going to be good for the two of them, but for everyone else in their lives as well.

After she left Brooke's house, Peyton drove her Mercury Comet straight to the only place she knew she'd find solace other, her house, in particular her bedroom. It was her space, her time away from the world. She got out her sketchbook, turned on her webcam to live stream to her website 'Punk and Disorderly', blasted an old Led Zeppelin vinyl and relaxed. A knock on the door frame of her open door arose her from her peaceful reverie about an hour later. She didn't realise how much she'd missed her visitor until her eyes found his and her lips suddenly urged to find his too.

"I thought you were coming over today?" Lucas asked, "I have a promise to keep; remember?" She smiled.
"Oh I remember, but this morning was a little so I needed some time," she mused as she rose from her chair to stand in front of him at the foot of her bed.
"Brooke?" he asked instinctively. He looped his strong arm around her back, tucked a blonde curl behind her ear before pressing a kiss to her forehead and sitting them both down on the bed. Once securely on his lap, Peyton placed her arms around his neck and nodded. "You wanna talk about it?"
"She's really not happy about us…" Peyton explained after a moments pause, "Thinks I stole you from her or something. She wasn't in a good place this morning."
"I'm not an object," Lucas almost shouted, "And I thought I made it clear that my affections were always for you. She'll get over it, just going to take time."
"I know…" Peyton mumbled before pressing a sincere kiss to Lucas' perfectly bow shaped lips, "Thank you."
"Of course," he assured her, "I know we're taking things slow, and you like your space, but I'm only ever a phone call or text away, and I'll always be there for you." She thanked him again with a deeper kiss.

Lucas lay back on the bed, removing his shoes as he did so, and Peyton followed so she was lying on top of him. The two kissed passionately, their tongues roaming each other's mouths with excitement and want. Peyton nibbled on Lucas' bottom lip before moving to his neck and leaving her mark. Their eyes widened in delight as they both removed their shirts, Lucas in particular was very happy to see that Peyton had opted not to wear a bra that day so her perfectly small breasts were immediately on show. He took her right nipple in his mouth and sucked hard on it as he massaged her left breast with his other hand. He smiled against her soft skin as she moaned his name, sitting more upright as she did so. With both of his hands on her hips to steady her as he kissed down her torso.

She let him reach the waistband of her jeans before cupping his face and forcing him to meet her eyes, "It was my turn last night baby, now it's yours," she purred.
Peyton removed Lucas' jeans and underwear before kneeling in front of him. Her face showed clear delight at his large size. She took him straight in her mouth, roaming her tongue around his full length and sucking hard. Her green eyes never once left his blue ones and that only made him harder.

Soon her hands were moving up and down his shaft in time with her mouth whilst also occasionally grazing his inner thighs and cupping his balls. He was impressed that she managed to entertain him for fifteen minutes. His hands were entangled in her blonde curls and his grip got tighter and tighter, "I'm so close…" he gasped. She was very much aware, and didn't care at all. "Peyton…baby…ah…yes…yes…" When he released she swallowed him down with a smile, it was all so amazing Lucas was hard once more almost immediately.

Peyton noticed his hardness with delight. She batted Lucas' persistent hands as she removed her own jeans and panties. Then, she placed a knee on either side of his torso, and without a word knelt down so her wetness enveloped his length. Both of them gasped as they became one for the first time. At first she rode him slowly, savouring the moments, and allowing passionate kisses to occur. Their hands roamed each other's bodies as they got to know each other, then Peyton began to quicken her pace. Lucas gripped on to her hips, his nails digging in as they went faster and faster, her walls tightening around him in pleasure. Peyton dug her nails into Lucas' shoulders as she too got closer and closer. "Cum with me baby," she told him as their eyes locked.

"Peyton!"
"Lucas!"
The syllables of their names overlapped each other as they climaxed in unison. Today was going to be an incredibly fun day…