Chapter 2

I don't own Lucian.

Hey guys! So sorry I didn't get this posted first thing this morning. My plan of simply taking my dogs to the vet then coming home to post the chapter changed and I ended up spending the day shopping and running errands instead. I am planning on posting on Fridays. This isn't a for sure guarantee but typically I like to update on Friday's as my frequent readers are custom to. This is barely proofed because I forgot to and it is kind of late in the day and I know I have a lot of people waiting on me!

By the way 60 reviews on the first chapter is completely mind-blowing! I love you guys!

Ian's POV

Our flight had really good timing; we arrived in Memphis just after six in the morning. Lucy didn't want to get her parent's up this early on a Saturday to come pick us up so we opted for a cab. Lucy remained slumped against my side for majority of the ride to her mom's place. I discovered during the plan ride as well as during the car ride Lucy snores softly in her sleep which I find rather adorable.

The roughly half hour drive to Julie's house passed rather quickly. When we pull up to her place I grab the bags while Lucy gets the house key to unlock the front door. Everyone in the house is still asleep when we arrive so Lucy quietly leads me upstairs to the guest bedroom where we will be staying. Apparently they used to have two guest rooms, however, her mom transformed one of them into a nursery for her granddaughter. Guess this means we'll be sharing a bed.

Lucy heads straight for the bed, collapsing instantly. I hesitate a moment before following Lucy's lead and climbing in bed next to her. I have to admit, after being on a plane for six hours this mattress feels like utter heaven. We are both out like lights within two minutes from our heads hitting the pillows.

I let out a groggy groan and roll over onto my back when I am woken up by someone shaking my arm. My eyes search around the room until they land on the beautiful brunette whose sitting on her knees in the middle of the bed staring down at me.

"Wake up sleeping beauty." Lucy's beautiful giggle fills the room followed by her bright smile.

"What time is it?" I run a tired hand over my face, adjusting to all the light flowing into the room.

"Just after noon. Come on, momma made us lunch and if we don't hurry up it will get cold."

My legs protest out of discomfort when I attempt to stretch them. "I can't believe I forgot my sweat pants. Why in the hell did I sleep in jeans?"

Lucy shrugs her shoulders. "You could have taken em' off. You know I wouldn't care if you slept in your boxers."

Feeling playful my witty tongue replies. "I'll sleep in my underwear if you sleep in yours."

Lucy shoves my shoulder in a lively mood. "In your dreams lover boy."

Lucy tugs me up out of bed towards the door. "You can take a shower and get all beautiful again after we eat," Lucy teases.

"That's easy for you to say, you're already cleaned up and dressed for the day. I on the other hand look like a hobo going to see your family." I mumble softly as we head down the staircase.

Julie is quick to come give me a hug as soon as she sees me. The food is absolutely delicious. I forgot how nice it is to sit down and have a home cooked meal that was prepared by someone other than yourself. I also forgot how pleasant it is to be surrounded by people who are just all around happy and spend their days teasing each other. It was really good to see Lucy so carefree and happy too. We spend the entire day playing games and watching TV in the living room with her family.

"When is Maggie coming over, Momma?" Lucy asks later on that afternoon as we clean up the living room. "She and Lewis had some things to get done today but they'll be over first thing tomorrow morning."

"Ian, is there anything specifically you'd like for dinner?" Julie asks me with a smile almost identical to Lucy's signature smile.

"Actually Momma," Lucy interrupts, "I am planning on taking Ian out to show him around the town. I figured we would pick something up to eat while we're out."

Lucy's POV

Ian and I have been roaming around town for a couple of hours now. After seeing the main things he wanted to see we made our way to my favorite pub. I order a hamburger whereas Ian orders the prime rib. Ian decided to have a bottle of beer with his dinner and I opt for a frozen strawberry margarita. The conversations flow smoothly; the conversations never end.

Ian's phone lights up from its spot on the wood table brightly displaying a photo of Sophie. Ian ignores the call instantly while keeping his attention on me.

"Does Sophie know you're here?" I hesitate for a moment before adding "With me that is?"

Ian reluctantly shakes his head without a verbal reply.

"How come?"

Ian opens his mouth multiple times only to shut his mouth each time. Clearly he is carefully planning his response out in his head first. "I didn't mention it to her because you are a rather sore subject when it comes to Sophie."

Tilting my head to the side I look at him dumbstruck. "Why is that?"

Once again, he hesitates to reply. Growing annoyed with his lack of response I speak up once more. "Seriously Ian, why?"

"She has always been intimidated by you, Goose. You've been a sore topic since the beginning of our relationship and it has only gotten worse over the years. She feels threated whenever I bring up your name."

I'm taken back by this information. How am I intimidating? Nothing has ever happened between the two of us. I mean, in the beginning of our friendship there were a few times we got a bit carried away in our dressing rooms but we've never had sex or anything like that. I pick up my shot of Patron I ordered off the table and down it quickly as I take in what he just told me.

"Is that why we hardly get to hang out any more? She's uncomfortable with me being near you?" I ask Ian sadly.

Ian's facial expression and body language answer my question instantly.

"What do you say we order another round of drinks and go see if you can kick my ass at a game of pool?" Ian offers in an attempt to cheer me up.

Not wanting to dwell on the Sophie topic I agree to his offer and allow him to lead me over to the pool tables. Ian instantly turns into the adorably dorky guy who makes me laugh nonstop.

We are at the end of our third game of pool. I've lost the last two games, unfortunately. I don't know if it is the alcohol throwing me off or what, but Ian is kicking my ass.

"Shit," I mumble under my breath after sinking the cue ball.

Ian picks the cue ball up, sits it at the perfect angle for him to hit the black 8 ball and wins the round within a snap of a finger.

"Are you up for a little bet, Hale?" Ian has a coy look on his face knowing full well he has a great chance of winning yet another round.

Not one to back down from a challenge I cross my arms over my chest. "Sure Harding, name it."

"If I win this game you have to sleep in your underwear tonight AND tomorrow night."

I stare at him with an open mouth. "What?! Where do you come up with a deal like that?"

Ian moves around the large billiard table to stand right in front of me. "This morning you told me to sleep in my underwear. Well, I am telling you the same thing. If I have to sleep in mine, you are sleeping in yours."

I look at him as if he were absurd. "I said that because you were complaining about sleeping in jeans due to the fact you forgot to bring your sweatpants."

A smirk grows on his lips. "Come on Hale, you scared I'm going to win? Afraid to strip down in bed tonight? In case you've forgotten, I've undressed you many times for PLL during our romance scenes."

I scoff at his smug attitude. "Of course I'm not scared. It's a deal. However, if you lose you have to sleep completely naked both tonight and tomorrow, plus cook me dinner for a week when we get back to LA."

"If sleeping naked is an option then I want to go back and change my part of the bet." Ian grins widely at me.

Patting his shoulder I smile up at him. "Sorry buddy, you already made your terms. No changing now."

"Fine, do we have a deal?"

"Mhmmm. Let's get another beer though."

Nodding our heads we shake hands on it then turn our attention to the table. After racking up all the balls Ian lets me break. This ought to be one interesting game. One round of beer quickly turns into four.

We are almost done with our fourth game. I have two striped balls left on the table and Ian only has one left. I watch as he leans over the side of the table to lightly tap the cue ball causing it to glide across the table effectively sending his solid red ball into the top right corner pocket.

"Just one more left before I claim my victory over you, Hale."

Before he has the chance to make the shot I move around the table to stand on the opposite side of the table from him though I am directly in front of him. Thankfully the shirt I chose to wear shows a decent amount of cleavage which is about to come in handy. I lean on the table suggestively in hopes of catching Ian off guard. Biting my lip I give him a teasing look. I am dancing with glee in my head when he damn near misses the eight ball completely.

"Why don't you step back Harding and let the pro handle this."

I grab my pool stick in my right hand then line up my shot. I manage to sink my last two balls instantly with minimal problems. Using all the strength in my body I block Ian out completely as I focus on hitting this damn black ball into the corner pocket. Just one more is all I need. One more and I win.

Ian's eyes are focused on the table watching as the eight ball strides across the middle of the table straight into the corner whole.

"YES! I win! Take that Harding." I jump around in celebration. Ian looks completely dumbfounded by what just happened.

"How in the hell?" He chuckles in disbelief.

"You better start thinking up some of my favorite meals of yours so you can feed me for the next week."

By the time we gather our things and leave it is just after one in the morning. It is rather cold outside of the pub when we go to leave. I wrap me arms around Ian's waist to snuggle into his side as we walk for both warmth and a source of support to improve my balance. Ian hails a taxi instantly to drive us back to my mom's house.

Nearly fifteen minutes later we pull out to my mom's driveway. Ian pays the driver, slides out of the cab, and then offers me a hand as I move to climb out. I slip off my heels in the driveway knowing full well they would make a lot of noise walking on the hardwood floors throughout the house. Once we get the door unlocked we tiptoe through the house to go to bed. I stop in my tracks when I see Momma made her delicious double layer chocolate cake. My mouth instantly waters at the sight of it on the kitchen counter. Ian and I soon find ourselves getting out two plates, two forks, and a knife to cut into the rather large cake.

Leaning back against one of the counters I place my palms on the edge of it in an attempt to lift my body up on the counter. After a few drastic fails Ian comes over to assist me. I small smile tugs on my lips when I feel his warm hands on my hips through my thin shirt as he lifts me up on the counter. My hands instantly reach up to his neck to hold on as he lifts me off my feet.

"You ready to strip down tonight?" I tease him playfully.

He hangs his head with a chuckle. "I am a man of my promises and I made a deal with you so I have no choice."

My fingers toy with the hair on the nape of his neck as we sit here frozen with his hands on my hips and my hands around his neck. Subconsciously I bite my lip when looking up at his face. The moment I look up I get this odd sensation in my stomach and this unusual urge building up. Half a second later I am surprised when I feel Ian's lips on my own. Despite being taken back by the action, my lips instantly react. The kiss is deep and passionate, it is also filled with desperation.

My hands run through his tousled hair and fist the fabric of his shirt in my palm. Ian's hands roam my body as if they were on a scavenger hunt. A moan emits from deep within my throat when Ian's thumbs faintly brush along my sides underneath my shirt. My body freezes the moment I feel his hands drift up my torso towards my bra.

"Ian wait," My hands push at his chest to allow for some space in between us. "We can't."

We are both panting heavily with swollen lips and wide eyes. "Why can't we Lucy, we both want this?"

"Sophie. We can't do this to Sophie; I can't do this to Sophie."

I watch as he hangs his head and runs a rough hand through his hair.

Silence fills the air completely aside from our heavy breathing.

"I think it would be best if you slept on the couch tonight." My voice is ever so soft when I speak.

Ian nods his head silently without looking my way. I carefully slide down off of the counter, grab my shirt which had been discarded by Ian sometime during the duration of our kiss, and then scurry upstairs without another word.

The moment I enter the room I strip out of all of my clothes except for my underwear before climbing into bed. I honestly don't give a damn about taking off my makeup or even putting on some pajamas. I stare up at the ceiling in complete shock.

Holy Shit are the only words I can formulate.

So….. Where do you think they will go from here? You all know how I am when it comes to my Lucian feels. These two… always fun and playful to write. What do you think will happen in the morning after scene? Anything you are looking forward to?

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P.S. Thank you to the reviewer who pointed out I had said "Sophia" rather than "Sophie" I appreciate it!