Hey again guys! So I'm starting the drama for the Scotts; Shaking up Mayberry, if you will. :-)

I hope you enjoyed your holidays and had a happy new year. Thanks so much for all the birthday well wishes and here's to a great year for us all.

Lexlady

"Hurry up Peyt," Lucas called, as he rolled up his shirt sleeves. "We're gonna be la-Woah."

He couldn't finish his sentence as Peyton walked out of their closet wearing a little black dress and sling backs that got him hard the second he saw her. It was a halter top and the bottom was dangerously short and every inch of fabric clung to her luscious frame. Not something she would usually choose, but from the look on his face and the growing bulge in his pants it was worth it.

"Wh-When did you get that?"

Peyton smirked to herself at the huskiness of his voice and his stuttering. They had dropped Brooke off and made it home just as Karen pulled in. After many hugs and kisses, the kids were off to their grandmother's house, with bags that had been packed the day before. In all honesty, Peyton had asked Karen two days before to take the children for the night and with that in mind went out and bought the sexiest little number she could find.

"A few days ago," she replied. She held out a necklace to him and bit her lip. "Help me?"

Lucas nodded and walked up behind her, shakily taking the necklace from her. She held her hair up and couldn't help but moan lightly, because she knew he was inhaling her scent deeply and when he finished clasping her necklace she turned around and smiled.

"Do you like it?"

"I think it would look better off," he replied, rubbing his hands hungrily up and down her sides. Peyton smiled and threw her arms around his neck.

They had made love for the past two nights in a row and both nights had been amazing, but before then, it had been nearly a month since the last time they had sex. It wasn't unusual for two busy parents, both with careers to take care of, but they had no loss of sweet kisses, caresses, and handholding; never any lost affection. And what was better, these long hiatuses always made for intensely passionate lovemaking when they finally had the time and energy to do so.

Peyton's smile turned seductive and Lucas felt himself twitch. "Oh it'll come off."

She leaned up and pulled him down to nip his full lower lip, slowly and sensually, making him shiver and wrap his arms around her waist.

Peyton pulled away and looked up into his eyes that, at that moment, were as dark as sapphire "Later."

"You are a tease," Lucas groaned.

"We're gonna be late, babe," Peyton laughed as she moved away from him. Lucas caught her wrist and pulled her back up against him, pressing his hard body flush against hers.

He leaned down and touched his lips to the delicate shell of her ear, smiling when he felt her body quiver against his. "Lets be late then," he whispered. Peyton bit back a moan, feeling the vibration of his deep voice through her body and the hardness of his erection on her thigh, letting him capture her lips with his in a hot kiss.

"Luke," Peyton gasped, as his hands traveled up her thighs and to her bare bottom. He moaned into her mouth, as his hands kneaded the soft flesh. Peyton's arms moved around his neck, despite themselves, deepening the kiss with a groan. Amidst the passion of their making out, Peyton's back hit the bedroom wall.

"Mmm, Luke, no-" Peyton gasped as he began kissing her neck, his hands were everywhere at once. He took hold of her hips and lifted her up and she hooked her legs around his waist, pressing the heat of her core to his rock hard erection.

"God I want you," Lucas groaned, thrusting his hips forward into her heat, his fingers hooked underneath the thin straps of her lace thong.

"Lucas," Peyton panted. "We're going to be so late," she sighed with a giggle.

"Then you shouldn't have put that dress on," Lucas grinned, tossing her onto the bed and jumping on top of her giggling, squealing form. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled them over so she was on top, straddling his waist and began unbuckling his pants, while he pushed her dress up and over her head and tossed it to the side.

"God, you are so beautiful," he moaned, sitting up to wrap strong arms around her waist. He leaned in to take her mouth into his for a searing kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to caress her tongue with it and then pulled away. "So beautiful."

Peyton beamed at him and brought him in for several soft sweet kisses, beginning work on the buttons of his shirt, all the while rocking her hips back and forth in his lap. They barely heard the phone ringing over their own moaning.

Lucas pulled back a bit and glared at it so hard, Peyton was surprised the thing didn't combust. "Aw fuck!"

Peyton couldn't help but chuckle as she reached for the phone. "Hi Hales."

"Hey have you guys left yet?"

"No Haley we haven't," Peyton replied, swatting at Lucas as she tried to get up, and he tried to pull her back down.

"You haven't left yet?" Haley cried looking at Nathan as he drove. She paused, furrowed her brows, then asked, "Why are you panting?"

Nathan started to snicker and grinned over at Haley. "Two guesses babe."

"Oh seriously? Peyton you guys are going to be late!"

"Don't have coronary Haley. We're on our way now," Peyton said as she wiggled back into her dress and Lucas once again tried to get himself under control.

"No quickies," Haley hissed, glancing into the backseat at Brooke who was rolling her eyes.

"Ugh! Goodbye Haley," Peyton sighed, hanging up the phone. She looked back at Lucas who sat, fully dressed and pouting on their bed. "I know, I know."

"You realize I'm going to be pissed all evening, right?"

"Oh stop it," Peyton laughed, sitting on his knee. "Haley is right, we will be late. And you don't want to miss saying goodbye to Skillz and Bevin, do you?"

"But you smell good," Lucas mumbled into her neck.

"Lucas," Peyton giggled in reply.

"Why am I friends with them again?" Lucas asked in mock seriousness.

"Lucas!"

"Fine," he sighed, standing with her. "But you are all mine later. And you better save your energy because I am going to spend the entire night making you come over and over and over again."

Peyton moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'll hold you to that and return the favor." They shared a sweet kiss and she added, "I can't wait for later."

"At least we have later," he smiled.

The party at Tric was starting up by the time Haley, Nathan, and Brooke got there. The layout hadn't changed much since high school and the gang actually found it funny to come here and listen to the Tree Hill high school drama of a new generation. This night thought was strictly for adults.

Haley, Nathan, and Brooke came to the table and greeted everyone. After awhile of drinking and socializing Skillz nudged Nathan and asked,

"Hey where the other Scotts at?"

"Yeah I thought they would have beaten us here," Jake commented.

"Um, Haley called them on the way here and I think they're a bit busy if you know what I mean," Nathan chuckled, before taking a swig of his beer.

"I'm sure with the dress Peyton picked out for tonight," Molly said with a smirk. "I think we'll be lucky if we even see them tonight at all."

"Dress?" Bevin chirped, thoroughly confused.

"It's a fuck me dress," Molly said in a manner that was a matter a fact, making Haley choke on her red wine. "It's true," she shrugged. "I've seen it."

"Oooh. I got plenty of those kinds of dresses, don't I baby," Bevin grinned.

"You sho do baby."

"I'm wearin one right now," she exclaimed getting up to twirl around. Skillz grinned at her and shrugged at the table as everyone laughed and shook their heads at the craziness that was Bevin.

"Does Peyton need a fuck me dress?" This question came from Brooke to which everyone paused, unsure of what to say or how to take it. Molly narrowed her eyes. She did not have that problem.

"Oh trust me, Peyton doesn't need the dress. Lucas is a dog in heat when it comes to her. She just wanted to pick out something extra special for him. But, you're in the fashion industry so you probably already know about stuff like that." She said it nicely and Nathan couldn't help but hide a smile. He had liked Molly from the get go and now he remembered why.

From the look Brooke was giving her, it was apparent they were sizing each other up. After a pause Brooke laughed and took a sip of her vodka on the rocks and said, "Of course I know that. Peyton doesn't need a fuck me dress, especially with those legs."

Molly smiled back at her, but as Jake looked between the two he sighed inwardly. Molly was a little spitfire and was known to do some meddling in her time. She was also very protective of Peyton.

"So Brooke have you thought about how much longer you plan on staying around?" Molly asked, pleasantly. "I know indefinitely, but you must have some idea at this point."

"Actually I was going to wait and talk to Nathan and Haley first, but….I'm maybe thinking about moving home. I've got dreams to chase."

"What kind of dreams?" Molly asked bluntly, before Jake elbowed her lightly.

"The kind I thought I'd let go of," Brooke replied with a smile before downing the rest of her drink. And at that moment a flushed Lucas and Peyton walked in, hand in hand. Peyton looked gorgeous and Lucas looked sexy as hell in a light blue button down and perfectly tailored charcoal slacks.

Brooke looked away in jealousy as Mouth took one look at them and muttered, "They were so making out in the parking lot."

"I'm getting another drink," Brooke announced, practically running to the bar. Watching them together was altogether too damn hard and the more she did the more bitter she became. She should be the one walking in here with him, making an entrance and looking stunning. Hell, she looked damn fine right now and she decided she was absolutely sure if she were alone with Lucas he would very much agree.

"Vodka on the rocks," she said, before digging threw her purse for her cell which had begun chirping.

"Um, where the hell are you?"

"Chill the fuck out, crazy. I'm on Main Street. What's the plan?"

"Come to Tric. Skillz and Bevin are leaving tomorrow morning so everyone is here."

"They're leaving?" Her question was dotted with real disappointment. And Brooke gave her a sympathetic, "Sorry."

"At least you have tonight right?"

"Yeah, better than nothing I guess. So how's tricks with the golden couple? You told them I'm staying with them right?"

"Um…" Brooke glanced back at the group. "Not really."

"What does not really mean?"

"It means they have plans for an all night sex party for two that you are going to ruin," Brooke said with a smirk.

"Brookie Monster. That's a page out of my sleeping with a married guy play book. What are you doing?"

Brooke shrugged, even though she knew Rachel couldn't see her and glanced down the bar at Lucas who was ordering some drinks with Skillz.

"Do you mind if I borrow it?"

"I'm worried Hales," Jake sighed. "I mean I seriously thought she was gonna hyperventilate when we went to see Peyton."

"Crap Jake. This sucks. I mean even Nathan is worried. You noticed last night how Brooke managed to not be in the same vicinity as Peyton when Lucas was around."

"Yeah, you noticed that too?"

"Do you think Luke knows?"

"I honestly believe he is blissfully unaware of Brooke's feelings. Peyton may suspect something."

"Of course she suspects something," Molly said, joining them. "It's woman's intuition."

"What do we do," Haley sighed.

"Do you think Brooke would actively try to take Lucas away from Peyton?" Molly asked, with eyebrows raised. Haley shook her head and shrugged.

"I honestly don't know. The Brooke Davis I used to know always got what she wanted-"

"With the exception of Lucas in the end," Molly added.

"And what is the deal with her moving home and chasing dreams," Haley added, air quoting 'chasing dreams.'

"I was wondering what that was all about, myself," Jake murmured. "She is in complete denial right now," Jake said, looking at Brooke across the club. "She's fixating on Luke as the perfect father and husband and as the….well as the love of her life."

"I don't know why we're even talking about this," Molly said, taking a sip of her martini. "Brooke can try all she wants, there is no way she's getting him away from her."

Jake and Haley both nodded in agreement. "That's not what we're worried about," Haley said.

"Curly lookin damn good, Luke," Skillz commented, making Lucas shake his head and grin as he bumped fists with Mouth. "If I was you Luke, I woulda called my ass to say goodbye and kept her home all night. I thought I taught you better than that, dawg."

"Trust me, it wasn't from lack of trying," Lucas sighed, staring at his wife as she talked to Brooke. "Sometimes….sometimes I can't believe she's mine."

"Are you going to cry?" Lucas looked down at Bevin who was staring up at him innocently. Lucas chuckled and shook his head.

"I'm going to miss you Bev," Lucas sighed, throwing an arm over her shoulder.

"I'm gonna miss me too," Bevin replied, hugging him back briefly before bouncing off. They were all silent for awhile, unsure of what to say, and all wearing faces of utter confusion.

"Investment banker? Really?" Nathan said in all seriousness.

"Best in her firm," Skillz grinned.

"Um, wow. That's all I can come up with," Lucas chuckled.

"That's all anyone can come up with. It's Bevin," Skillz shrugged. "So you still honeymoonin dawg?"

"I'm as surprised as you are Skillz. I mean making love to her is still….It leaves me speechless, you know?"

"Making love? Luke, you really need to turn it off sometimes," Nathan sighed, jokingly. "You're making the rest of us look bad."

"Seriously, Nate," Lucas laughed, before sobering. "Peyton, my kids, the house, my job, hell you guys. I feel like I'm on top of the world and any second it's going to come tumbling down."

"Now there's the Lucas I know," Nathan joked. "Seriously man, our lives are awesome right now. You and Peyton made the decision to be happy in high school and so far you're doing a kick ass job. Don't rain on your own parade, man. That's lame."

"It's like I was telling Brooke yesterday," Mouth said. "The Scotts filled their quota for drama in high school and it all ended when Dan got put away."

At the mention of Dan Scott, both Scott brother's sobered. Neither of them had uttered his name in years, nor visited him. He had tried to contact Nathan six years back, but Nathan hadn't even looked at the letter, writing return to sender on the envelope and dropping it in the mailbox within an hour of receiving it.

"There's too much good in the present to dwell on the past," Lucas whispered, almost to himself. He looked up once again to Peyton. "Or a future that isn't written yet."

"I know one thing that's in Lucas Scott's future," Skillz grinned following his gaze.

"What's that Skillz," Lucas asked, his eyes still glued to the beauty of his wife.

"BOOTY!"

"Is this two or three," Peyton asked with a smirk as she sidled up beside Brooke.

"Three," Brooke replied, lifting her glass to clink it with Peyton's rum and coke. Maybe four."

"So I have to say, P Sawyer. I never pegged you to be the slutty dress type, but I've got to admit you're wearing the hell out of it."

"Um…..thank you?" Peyton laughed, mixing her drink.

"So what's the occasion?" Brooke asked, plucking the olive out of her drink.

"Oh," Peyton turned pink and looked away. "No reason. It's just Karen has the kids tonight and um-"

"It's for Luke?"

"Yeah," Peyton replied, shyly looking away.

"Hey, if it was me I'd be wearing the same thing. Of course if it were me, Lucas and I wouldn't leave the house," Brooke crowed. "But I guess I lost my shot right?"

It was a typical comment for Brooke Davis to make and Peyton tried not to let it bother her, but it did. She felt like she was in high school again and couldn't stand the niggling of guilt she felt, so she changed the subject.

"So Luke told me you came by the house this morning."

"Yeah, it's beautiful Peyton. I'm sure Lucas was excited to get it," Brooke smiled. Peyton returned it, happy that they were talking about Lucas now without any awkwardness and their conversation was limited to the present day.

"Yeah, he really was," Peyton grinned at the memory. She had found it while driving to her gallery from Nathan and Haley's house. As soon as she saw it, she knew that was the house she and Lucas would raise their family in. "You should have seen him. He was dragging me through every room of the house like a kid in a candy store."

"I remember when Luke and I were planning our future and he told me about his dream house. He wanted us to have four kids and a dog that we decided we'd name Rocket junior. Because he used to have a dog named Ro-"

"Rocket. I know," Peyton cut in, uncomfortably.

"Sorry, if it makes you uncomfortable," Brooke muttered.

"What are you doing?" Peyton asked quietly.

"It's just….Lucas and I have a past, Peyton. You know that."

"I know that Brooke, but….It's the past," Peyton sighed with a little irritation. "Just leave it there."

"You brought up the house," Brooke said, indignantly.

"And you were the one who brought up the plans you and Lucas were making together," Peyton shot back.

"So it's okay for you to talk about your past with Luke, but I can't?"

"Brooke," Peyton gasped. "I'm his wife."

Brooke shook her head, waving her hand as if to get rid of what Peyton had just said. Hearing her say the words just didn't sit well with her in her world of denial.

"Look P, I don't want to argue with you, okay. This night is about Bevin and Skillz. I thought we'd be able to talk about everything past, present, and future and be completely honest with each other. Lucas and I were in love and I'm sorry if you feel threatened by that, but-"

"Woah," Peyton exclaimed, holding up a finger. "Lets get one thing straight, Brooke. I am in no way, shape or form threatened by what you and Lucas used to ha-You know what? Lets not do this. You're right. Tonight is about Skillz and Bevin."

Brooke raised her eyebrow at her and tilted her head. "I didn't mean to upset you, Peyton," she said quietly. Although part of her knew she really did. Thanks vodka.

"I'm not upset," Peyton sighed, unconvincingly. Brooke raised her other eyebrow and chuckled.

"You seem upset."

"I'm not," Peyton snapped. "Look it just seems like you-I don't know like you can't stand seeing Luke and me together. You seem so uncomfortable when you were having lunch with us today."

"What, so I'm the jealous one now because I have no one and you have this cookie cutter life with the guy I practically gave you?"

"You did not just say that to me," Peyton whispered in shock after a long pause.

"Peyton, I'm sorry," Brooke sighed.

"What the hell does that even mean?"

"I didn't mean to say that-I-"

"Yeah, I think you did. He's not a shoe Brooke. He is a man who can make choices and he made the choice to be with me."

"At the state championship after we won I was talking to him and I told him to go be with you."

Incredulous, Peyton cried, "What am I supposed to thank you?"

"Peyton, I'm not trying to fight with you or anything. I'm just…telling you how it was."

"Excuse me," Peyton mumbled, before stalking away. If she stayed there she would have laid Brooke out. She could not believe Brooke had the nerve to say that to her. And she couldn't believe the wave of guilt that came with hearing it.

You have no reason to feel guilty, Peyton, she told herself. Lucas had chosen her. Lucas loved her and she was sad that Brooke's life had not panned out exactly the way she had planned, but dammit she would not feel guilty about being happy.

As she walked, she felt a hand grab her arm and haul her in their direction. She knew the touch was too rough and clumsy to be Lucas. When she looked up, fire in her green eyes she saw it was some smarmy looking guy wearing too much cheap cologne and obviously too much booze in his system.

"Hey baby where you going in such a hurry."

"I am not your baby, jackass. Let me go." She gave her arm a tug, but he held her steady.

"Oh no. I saw you come in baby and you are lookin very sexy. That loser you come here with ditch you?"

"That loser-" Peyton snatched her arm away. "Is my husband. Get bent before I knee you in the balls."

Before she could walk away, the guy grabbed hold of her arm again and pulled her back towards her, making her spill half her drink. Her heart rate immediately shot up and she glanced around at the packed club wondering where the hell her husband was and why no one was saying anything. She hadn't been man handled this way since psycho Derek and the longer this progressed the more panicked she became.

"The name is Rod. And you sexy lady, are a tease. Lemme take you out back and show you what I can do. I promise it's the best you've ever had."

Mad as hell, completely grossed out, and beginning to feel caged Peyton tossed the rest of her drink in his face and hissed, "I highly doubt it."

"You bitch!" He cried, yanking on her arm painfully so she cried out. Rod's grasp on her was then suddenly loosened and he found himself being lifted by his collar and forcefully pushed up against the nearest wall by an absolutely livid Lucas Scott.

"What fuck did you just call her?"

"She threw her drink in my face!"

'And you had your hands on her," he growled.

"Dude, I didn't know she was your girl," the guy stuttered. "I mean a girl comes into a club wearin a dress like that and-"

"WHAT!" Lucas slammed him up against the wall again. "They what!"

"I-I just thought-"

"That gives you the right to put your fucking hands on her?! Is that it?"

"Dude, she's practically begging for it."

"Very wrong answer," Lucas hissed, before backhanding him and following it up with a punch in the face. He hauled him back up by his collar and got right up in his face.

"She's not just my girl, fuckwad. She's my wife and if you ever put your fucking hands on her again I'll shove my fist so far into your face you'll be seeing out of the back of your fucking head. Do you understand me?"

The man nodded quickly, glancing over his shoulder at Nathan, Skillz, Mouth, and Jake who all looked like they would help the angry blonde in front of him make good on his promise.

Lucas loosened his grip on the guy's shirt and stuck a finger in his face. "And when a woman, any woman says fuck off, take a hint and walk the fuck away."

Lucas was not a violent man as a rule, but he was raised by a single mother and no one put their hands on a woman, especially Peyton, who he has always been protective of. If anyone so much as looked at her funny they would get a threatening look and the business end of his fist. He'd rather face some prison time and pay the dick's medical bills than have a Psycho Derek situation happen again. And now that he had a daughter, the idea of anyone speaking to her or hurting her in any way made him crazy with rage.

"Sorry, man," he muttered, righting his clothing. "Sorry."

Lucas let go of him with a final threatening shove and turned around to his wife, who was slightly shaken, visibly upset, and had a hand print on her upper arm that made him see red all over again. Before the guy could crawl away, Lucas stopped him.

"Apologize," he spat. The guy rolled his eyes and scoffed a little and that was all it took for Lucas to punch him in the stomach and clock the guy in the jaw again. He grabbed him by the back of his shirt and slam him back up against the wall.

"You put a bruise on my wife's arm. You're fucking lucky you're still standing. And if want to keep it that way, you will apologize to her," he gritted through clenched teeth.

"Yeah-yeah. Um, I'm sorry-I didn't know-I mean-for callin you that and grabbing you."

Peyton nodded slightly and Lucas turned back to the guy. "You should probably pay up and leave, sir."

"Hey, I apologized. You can't tell me when to leave."

"Oh I think I can," Lucas said in a dangerously low voice, turning his body fully towards him. "Because if you stay, your eyes will be on my wife and if they are I swear to God, I'm going to beat the fucking shit out of you and I don't think you want to spend the rest of your night in a hospital. If you ever put your hands an a woman like that again, you'd better hope I'm not around."

The guy, was completely creeped out by the deadly look in Lucas's eyes and slunk away without another word as the crowd that had gathered began to clap and cheer Lucas on. Lucas slowly uncurled his fists and turned, his eyes only for his wife. He held an arm out to her and she quickly ran into his embrace.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, wrapping strong arms around her shaking body. She nodded into his chest, continuing to hold onto him, fighting the tears that threatened to fall.

"I'm sorry," she sniffled.

"Hey" he said sternly, pulling back to stare into her face. "Don't you dare apologize. You have nothing to apologize for. That guy was a dick."

"I know-I know it just always seems to happen to me though. That guy who slipped me something at that party Brooke dragged me to, with psycho Derek…I-"

"Aw, Peyt. None of that was your fault, baby. There is no reason, no reason for that guy to put his hands on you. I don't care if you were walking around her naked. No man has any right to do that. Okay?"

Peyton nodded and Lucas wiped away the tears from her face, kissing her cheeks.

"You're shaking," she whispered, rubbing the quivering muscles in his arms.

Lucas chuckled lightly, warmed that she was worried about him. "I'll be okay," he whispered back with a small smile.

"Hey man," Nathan said, walking up to them. "That idiot is gone. Skillz, Mouth, Jake, and I watched him go. The bartender was getting ready to kick his ass out anyway." "Good. Thanks man," Lucas replied, bumping fists with him. Nathan turned his attention to Peyton who still stood securely in the safety of Lucas's embrace.

"You okay, Scott?"

Peyton smiled up at Nathan and nodded. "Yeah. Thanks Nate."

"Anytime. Look the dressing rooms are free if you wanna calm down or whatever."

Peyton let go of Lucas and gave Nathan a hug. "You're a good big brother."

"So I've been told," Nathan chuckled. The two blondes walked off into the crowd, men patting Lucas on the back as they went.

Haley and Brooke walked over to Nathan watching Lucas and Peyton go. "Nathan what was all that about," Haley asked. "Was Lucas fighting?"

"Some guy was being a jackass to Peyton. Grabbed her."

"Oh my God," Haley gasped as she exchanged wide-eyed glances with Brooke who asked,

"Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine. The guy grabbed her pretty hard and there's a hand print and-well, Lucas went ape-shit. Hell, I almost went ape-shit."

"We should go see if she's okay-" Brooke cried.

"She's gonna be fine. Lucas is with her."

"Fuck that, Nathan. Peyton's my friend," Brooke exclaimed. She really did feel guilty for what she'd let slip in front of Peyton. The alcohol had gotten the better of her.

"Brooke, she has her husband with her," Nathan said, stressing the word husband. Haley squeezed his hand in warning and Nathan sighed. "Just…leave them alone for a bit. She'll be alright, Davis."

Brooke sighed and was about to mutter fine when she heard a commotion.

"Holy shit! Look what the cat dragged in!"

"Rachel!"

Haley gapped at the entrance where Rachel making hers. "Great," she muttered.

Meanwhile Lucas sat on the couch in the dressing room with Peyton in his lap, stroking her back soothingly, trying to calm both her and himself down. When he made his way through the crowd and caught sight of that asshole, grabbing her, hurting her, calling her names he felt himself get crazy with anger. It was why he completely understood Nathan's reaction to Dante hitting Haley with his car senior year of high school. It was why after Psycho Derek, he was over protective of her to the extreme and why he still blamed himself for the second attack on prom night. He would not, he could not stand by and watch while the world hurt her in any way. That included drunken assholes who couldn't take no for an answer and ex-best friends.

"That's not all that's bothering you is it," he said, looking into her face. She opened her eyes and sighed. He knew her too well.

"I saw you talking to Brooke and I saw that it got a bit tense."

Peyton nodded, still unsure of what to make of it all herself. Brooke was drunk and that was a fact and as her best friend she knew Brooke didn't hold back when she was drunk. She would play mean games for her own amusement, sleep with her best friend's ex boyfriend of all of five minutes, flirt with just about anybody, and say things that she would regret later. But this was her husband and Peyton didn't want to keep things from him.

"She said….she said that she gave you to me, during the state championship. And she was saying all this stuff about the plans you two had made together, the dream house and the four kids and Rocket junior and-I don't feel threatened by her, Luke I don't. It's just hearing her say she gave you to me-like she can take you away from me whenever she wants, like we shouldn't be together in the first place or something…it just…It bugged me."

Lucas clenched his jaw and nodded curtly. "What else?"

"Do you remember the first night we made love?"

His face melted into a smile and he kissed her cheek softly. "How could I forget," he replied.

"And when Skillz, Mouth, and Brooke walked in on us?" Lucas winced and then sighed.

"How could I forget."

"Do you remember what I said Luke?"

"Yeah," he said quietly, furrowing his brows. "You apologized. You said I'm sorry. You felt guilty?"

Peyton nodded her head and looked at him. "Stupid huh? I mean here I am making love to my boyfriend and I feel the need to apologize. I felt-I felt like you weren't really mine. And maybe-maybe with Brooke here and what she said to me made me-I felt guilty Luke. I felt guilty, like I stole her life or something."

Lucas exhaled deeply through his nostrils, irritated beyond belief with Brooke. What the hell kind of mind games was she trying to play?

"Peyton, the night of the state championship, Brooke asked me who I wanted next to me when my dreams came true and I remembered once upon a time you asked me the same question and I knew it wasn't just a coincidence her asking me that. You were and still are the most selfless person I know. And in that moment I saw things more clear than I had in a long time. She gave me that last push and I thank her for that. My decision wasn't made out of any sort of confusion, baby. It's the least confused I'd ever been about my feelings up until that point. As far as I was concerned, Brooke and I were dead and buried, but when she asked me that question, the same one you had asked me, I realized you were willing to give up your happiness for mine. You have no idea how that made me feel."

Lucas sighed and leaned up to kiss her cheek, needing his lips on the velvet of her skin. Pressing a finger to her cheek, he made her look at him dead in the eye and said, "She didn't give me to you. I gave myself to you. I loved you then, Peyton and I lo-"

Peyton pressed two fingers to his lips and nodded. "I know," she whispered, with a smile. "I know, Luke."

"There's too much good in the present to dwell in the past, Peyt," he whispered. Hearing her own words come back to her out of the mouth of the man she loved more than her life made Peyton happier beyond belief. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his nose.

"I love you, Luke."

"I know, baby," he whispered back, gazing into her emerald green eyes. He leaned in and nuzzled her nose with his own.

"Do I look slutty?" She asked so suddenly, his eyes snapped at her and she felt him go rigid.

Lucas curled his fists, feeling his blood pressure rise. Dammit, he should have kicked that guys ass! "Did that fucking sonofabitch say you-"

"No-no-no," Peyton said quickly, rubbing his chest to calm him down, although she had to admit, she found it a total turn on, watching her husband get angry and protective on her behalf.

"I was just wondering. I wore it for you and now I'm wondering if I should have just…not."

"Peyton," Lucas said gently, taking her hands. As he stared at her, he felt his already half way there cock beginning to harden further. The effect this woman had on him was nothing short of amazing. "You look…absolutely stunning. This dress would have looked slutty on some other woman, but….on you, anything on you is amazingly-You're beautiful, baby."

Peyton blushed and Lucas chuckled through his nose at her cuteness. She was stunning and beautiful and adorable and all his. Peyton shifted in his lap, and from the twinkle in her eye, he was pretty sure she did it on purpose.

"You're mine," he whispered. "Always." Peyton smiled and leaned down to slowly interlock her lips with his, teasing his lips with the tip of her tongue.

"And you are mine. Always. Forever."

They stared at one another, both of them thinking the same thing, both reading the same desire in the other's eyes. They move at the same time, Lucas shifting to allow Peyton to straddle his lap and then their lips crashed together, passionately. Peyton snaked her tongue into the warmth of his mouth and with a moan, Lucas tangled his tongue sensually with hers. He grasped her hip to pull her closer with one hand and the other dove into her curls, deepening their kiss.

She felt him between her legs, rock hard and pressing against her heat. Groaning into his mouth she rocked and rolled her hips against his. Lucas pulled away from the kiss and threw his head back, moaning, loudly.

"What happened to later," Lucas panted with a grin. Peyton grinned back and reached for the zipper on his pants.

"Fuck later."

Hey you guys didn't get me a birthday present! I will accept reviews as a belated birthday gift. :-p