I should probably have put this warning on the earlier naughty chapters. Sorry, ya'll. Well anywho, this chapter includes explicit sexual content between two married adults who I do not own. Hope you enjoy. And I hope Lindsey gets thrown under a bus...whoops I didn't mean that...yeah I did.

Brooke sat down on her bed heavily, trying to think back on the events of the night. She had gotten far too drunk and said things she knew would bite her in the ass the next day. Peyton and Lucas were pissed at her, she knew. Neither she nor Lucas bothered saying goodbye to her when they left. She had managed to fuck everything up within two days of being home

After kicking off her shoes and dress, Brooke threw on her nightgown and slumped back onto the bed more than ready to shut her eyes and forget about the entire day. Her mind had other plans….and so did her phone.

She answered it quickly, mindful of waking the house, without looking at who it was.

"Hello?"

"Brooke. How are you?"

Brooke was silent for a long moment making the person on the other end wonder.

"Brooke? Are you still there?"

"Ye-yeah I am. Why are you calling me Chase?"

"I know you Brooke. I just wanted to call and make sure you were okay. See how you were. I ran into Rachel the other day and she said you were in Tree Hill."

"Yes. I am. And I'm fine."

"Mm-hm. Have you seen him?"

"Seen who?"

"Lucas. He's why you went home right?" His tone wasn't accusatory, necessarily, but the fact that he even brought Lucas up made her narrow her eyes.

"I came home because you broke up with me. Why are you even asking about Lucas?"

"Brooke people break up everyday in New York City. They don't immediately run back to their home town to people they haven't seen or spoken to in years. I figured you had come to the same realization that I came to awhile ago."

"And what is that," Brooke asked, although she knew what his answer would be before he even spoke.

"You're still in love with him."

"Excuse me? You called me after breaking my heart to tell me I am still in love with my ex-boyfriend," Brooke hissed. She really wanted to yell, but the kids were asleep down the hall.

"Brooke, I'm not an idiot. Hell-maybe I was for pretending for that long but-"

"Pretending? What are you saying you didn't love me?"

"Brooke, I loved you. You know I loved you, but you can only be with someone who doesn't love you back all the way for so long. You should know that better than anybody."

"Fuck you Chase. Seriously you have a really funny way of calling to check up on me," she cried, swiping angrily away at the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I'm not trying to hurt you Brooke," Chase said gently. "I want what's best for you. I want to see you happy even if it is with another guy," he finished sadly. At that Brooke let loose another stream of tears.

Chase sighed. He really wanted Brooke happy, but he was worried that her trip to Tree Hill would only find her more heartache. He'd bet money that Lucas was still with Peyton based solely on the ball of excited energy Lucas was on the ride to pick up the girls from the airport after a summer apart.

"Have you found him?"

"Yeah I found him," Brooke whispered back. "I wish….God Chase I wish it was you."

"Yeah…..me too."

It had been a long evening and after hugs, kisses, and promises to keep in touch with Skillz and Bevin, Lucas and Peyton left Tric happily. They were more than ready to begin their evening alone together. Their quiet ride home was spent holding hands. Every once and awhile they would pull their eyes away from the road to look at their partner with a smile. Or Lucas would bring her hand up to his lips to kiss tenderly, causing shivers to run down Peyton's back and gooseflesh to rise on her arms.

This made Lucas ask, "You cold?" to which Peyton shook her head with a smile and he would kiss her hand again causing her to shiver all over again.

When they made it home, they separated, Lucas to lock up the house for the night and Peyton upstairs. She set her purse down with a sigh and walked to the French doors in their room that opened to a small balcony that held two wicker chairs and a small table. It was a beautiful balmy night in Tree Hill with a slight breeze that solidified Peyton's decision to keep the doors open that night. The breeze was too delicious to shut the doors tonight.

As she leaned on the railing, her mind went back to what Brooke had said to her and she got angry all over again. How dare she, Peyton thought. She hadn't said a word to Brooke when they left that night and neither had Lucas now that she thought about it. She'd seen him talking to Brooke earlier while she was dancing and was glad that she didn't feel jealous or threatened. When she first met Lindsey, Lucas's editor, earlier in their relationship, things had gotten a bit hairy and jealousy did manage to get the better of her once or twice. After all Lindsey was very beautiful and had everything together and was so…..nice. Too nice.

Fortunately for her Lucas always made it abundantly clear that Peyton was the only woman that mattered in his life.

She heard his footfall in the bedroom and felt his presence behind her before she felt his arms circle her waist. She leaned back into him and sighed contentedly, putting Brooke and Lindsey out of her head. She turned around in his arms and felt the smile on her face wilt slightly at the brooding look on his.

"What's wrong?"

"How much do you trust Brooke?"

The question threw her slightly off balance and she took a moment before replying, truthfully.

"I don't, really. Not completely." She lifted her hair and turning around again, silently asking him to remove her necklace.

"I want to," she added, turning around to look at him. She took the necklace from him and dropped it onto the table where Lucas had placed two glasses of wine.

"Why? Do you not trust her?"

Lucas shrugged, his eyes taking in her form and the way her skin shone in the moonlight. Peyton had grown into a beautiful woman. Many women her age after having two children hated their bodies and Peyton being a woman in America was not completely happy with hers, but Lucas loved every single curve giving birth to two children had given her. She had always been willowy, but now her breasts were fuller, her hips more curvaceous and her legs, though still amazing, had lost that 'chickeny' quality that Lucas loved teasing her about.

His eyes land on the bruise on her arm that is beginning to darken and he clenches his jaw in annoyance. That anyone had put a mark on the body that had held and nourished his two babies for nine months, made him angry beyond belief. That a so-called friend had left a bruise on the heart he loved so dearly above his own made him just as mad, if not madder.

"Not really," he answered, finally. He was getting a bad feeling about Brooke coming back into their lives. It made him think about the conversation he'd had with Nathan earlier that night about happiness. Was Brooke that bad thing he had been waiting for? The last thing he wanted was another Lindsey debacle.

Early on in their relationship someone had sent Peyton photos of him and Lindsey having dinner and of Lindsey kissing Lucas on the cheek at a book signing in LA. Lindsey had denied knowing anything about how the photos were taken or how they ended up in Peyton's hands. Things between them had been hairy for awhile after that.

He never wanted Peyton to hurt that way or doubt his love for her ever again. Seeing those tears in her eyes had undone him.

Lucas sighed and then chuckled at himself lightly. There he was, raining on his own parade when here in front of him stood his Venus, his Aphrodite. The look she was giving him was thoroughly confused and he smiled at her and shook his head.

"Lets not talk about her anymore," he murmured, walking towards her. He picked up the two wine glasses and handed her one. He held his glass up and was about to speak a toast, but his eyes flickered to hers, as large and luminescent as the moon itself and realized they needed no words as she smiled at him and he smiled back. They clinked their glasses together, their eyes still speaking volumes and making countless speeches.

He took her glass from her and set them both back down on the table, neither of them without a sip. His hands rise again. One cups her cheek tenderly, the other reaches up and cups her breast, his thumb slowly stroking the already hardened peak. They both swallow noisily and the pounding of their beating hearts join the sounds of wind dancing through the leaves of their Weeping Willow tree.

"Lucas," she breaths. He leans in, tilting his head, as if to kiss her and at the very last second changes his course, pulling back slightly to stare at her again as their breath mingles between them. He picks her up bridal style and carries her inside, setting her down on her feet next to their bed.

Her hands move to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them slowly, while his hands caress her arms. She leans in to kiss his chest, sucking lightly through his undershirt and he lets out a light moan. She pushes the shirt off his shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor and then leans up to kiss and suck on his adam's apple. At this he lets out a long quivering breath and his hands travel up to her hair, smoothing her hair back.

Still no words, as her hands descend to the hem of his undershirt and lifts it up and over his head. He looks down at her a smile tugging his lips. He's aching to kiss her and he sees that same ache in her eyes, but this dance they are doing is one they've done before. Their breath is coming quickly as he slowly reaches for the bottom of her dress and pulls up, slowly, his hands dragging across her skin as they continue upward to rid her of this sexy piece of black cloth. His hands pause at her breasts long enough to brush his thumbs across her nipples and continue up until finally the dress is dropped to the side and she stands before him clad in nothing but green lace thong and black stilettos. He doesn't know what to touch first, he just knows he wants every part of his skin touching every part of hers.

He touches her lips first, with a finger and drags it straight down her throat, between her heaving breasts and to her navel.

"You're so soft," he whispers, barely loud enough for even his own ears, but she hears him and shuts her eyes in ecstasy as he lowers his lips to the side of her neck. Her entire body is tingling and every touch of his skin upon hers is felt deep inside of her. His hands whispers across her body, finally resting lightly on her lower back. They don't stay there for long as his right hand finds its way back to her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple with featherlike strokes. His lips are like a ghost across her shoulders, neck, and collarbone, teasing her to the point of exploding.

Her hands are not idle as they press against his pecs and move down over his chest and stomach. Her fingers, trace the patterns of muscles she feels. Her fingernails, tease his hardened nipples and then finds his belt which she unbuckles. His breath comes faster and shorter as she reaches for his zipper and slowly unzips him, her hand grazing his penis which is hard as steel and pulsing. He hisses and bites down on her skin, none to gently and Peyton nearly crumbles with the pleasure-pain. Lucas's hands steady her even as he soothes the bite with the tip of his tongue.

His pants are shoved to the floor and he steps out of them, toeing off his shoes and socks too. Peyton bites her lips hard as she takes in the beautiful sight of him, naked save his boxer briefs which are straining with the size of his erection. Those are soon gone too and Peyton shivers only because he has been away from her for too long and she needs his skin on her. She moves forward and places her hands on his hips before kneeling down before him.

The sight alone makes his penis twitch. He's leaking pre-cum and he is more than very ready for her. It takes every ounce of will power he has not to come when she reaches her tongue out to run it across the tip of his penis.

"Oh God," he whimpers, tugging on her hair lightly to bring her up. She stands in front of him, no question in her eye as with a moan he cups the back of her head with one hand and pulls her head towards his. They finally plunder each other's mouths hungrily. Their tongues clashing hotly, he moans throatily at the taste of her and wraps his arms tightly around her waist, picking her up and laying her down on their bed, before covering her body with his own.

"Lucas," Peyton whines, after they come up for air, panting. She arches her body into his, rubbing herself against his erection. The touch of their skin is like electricity. The game is over. They've both had enough of the teasing and the foreplay.

Lucas pulls away just long enough to rid her of her panties and with a wolfish grin decides to leave her stilettos on; a move that makes Peyton smirk at him. He leans down to leave soft sensual kisses on the insides of her thighs, making her gasp and grasp their sheets tightly.

"Lucas," she mewls. He moans his reply as he is drawn to her scent, reaching out to taste her with his tongue. "Oh God, Luke," she squeals as he takes hold of her thighs and continues to go down on her, reveling and lavishing in her taste and the unrestrained sounds of his wife's pleasure. It doesn't take her long to climax, screaming his name and writhing around wantonly.

Lucas crawls back up towards Peyton, stopping to love her breasts. Pulling one nipple into his mouth to suckle, he plays with the other one, squeezing and rolling it between his fingers. Peyton purrs with pleasure, plunges her hands into his short locks and brings him back up to her to take his waiting mouth with her own. Theirs lips move against each other passionately, their tongues dancing together at a leisurely pace.

She pushes on him and rolls them over so she straddles him. Still tingling from her orgasm, she grabs a hold of him and begins stroking him.

"Oh FUCK Peyt," he gasps into her mouth.

"Are you ready?" She asks, pressing another kiss to his lips before lifting herself over him slipping the tip of him inside of her. Lucas moans and places his hands on her hips.

"For you? Always," is his panted reply before bucking his hips upwards. Peyton slides onto him, the slick friction causing them to cry out in ecstasy. She begins rocking her hips and he thrusts upwards, gazing up at her through heavy lids.

He thinks how different their lives could have turned out. What if he had not gone to Los Angeles? What if Peyton had stayed out West? What if Lindsey hadn't called to tell him her publishing house wanted to publish his book on his way back from LA? So much could have been different. But he knows that no matter what paths they would have taken, they would end up in the same place, right here in each other's arms.

"I love you," he rasps, knowing the words or even the act will not ever be enough to let this woman above him even come close to knowing how much he loves her. He sits up, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and pecks her lips softly, sweetly. "I love you so damn much, Peyton."

Momentarily choked up at the sweetness in his tone, she gazes into his eyes which are currently the color of a stormy sea at dusk, dark with desire, shining with pure love. This is one of those moments, she thinks. One of those moments people miss because they are going too fast to see it.

"I love you too, Luke," she whispers back. "More than you will ever know." At this moment her babies are safe and warm in the safety of her mother in law's house. Her friends-well save Brooke-are happy. She has a job she loves and a beautiful home. And in her arms, staring into her eyes, is her soul mate, her heart. This is what it feels like to have everything you want and all you need.

Peyton leans in and presses her lips to his. He opens his mouth underneath hers and she feels his hot tongue slide out to coax her lips apart. She offers her mouth to him and he partakes. His hand cups the back of her head, his fingers burying themselves deep in her curls and the other moves slowly up and down her spine.

A light breeze dances through the room from the French doors cooling their heated bodies, causing them to shiver in delight. Yes this is one of those moments, she thinks as he flips them over suddenly making her squeal into his mouth in shocked delight. Lucas chuckles in reply, continuing in his mission to kiss her senseless and pounding a steady delicious rhythm between her legs.

She has a lot of those moments and Peyton realizes that she is one of the lucky ones. Her life had begun with uncertainty as the unplanned child of a drug addict, as the child who lost her adopted mother and subsequently her adopted father albeit mentally and then physically. Her teenaged years only seemed to get worse, but somewhere along the way things began to get good. Really really fucking good.

And it's about to get even better. Peyton feels her orgasm creeping up on her. She pulls away from the kiss and begins whimpering his name again and again. Lucas loves it when she does that. He loves hearing his name laced with pleasure from her lips.

"Feel so good," he whispers, his ability to form sentences becoming compromised as wave after wave of pleasure tickles his belly and flows out over his entire body. He leans his forehead against hers, staring into her face. "Look at me."

Peyton snaps her eyes open to look into Lucas's. They both gasp as they continue to move against each other feeling like they are falling into each other.

"I love you," Lucas says again, reaching between them to draw circles around her clit. Peyton's mouth falls open and she shuts her eyes again, but they fly open again at Lucas's order. His eyes are dark with intensity and the circles he is teasing her with close in on their target.

"I want to see you come, baby," he husks before his finger finds its target and begins rubbing small circles on her clit.

And she does. Hard. Her hands are on his hips pulling on them as he crashes his hips into hers frantically. She's screaming and the intensity of her orgasm sets Lucas off on his own trip. He sees stars and they are all the color of his wife's eyes.

They collapse together in a tangle of quivering sweaty limbs. Lucas begins to move so as not to crush her, but Peyton's arms stop him with a quickness that surprises her since her arms feel like so much jello.

"I'm too heavy, babe," he murmurs.

"You're perfect," she whispers back, tightening her hold on his waist. He smiles, warmed by her words and tenderly wipes away the tears that had fallen from her eyes when she came. They share an Eskimo kiss and then a real kiss, gentle, tender, with mininimal tongue as the night air that's flowing through their room cools them. Their hands begin to travel once again, caressing each other's skin. Peyton's legs move up and down the sides of Lucas's body and his lips move down to nibble and suck her neck.

"Oh Luke," Peyton sighs and then moans slightly as she feels Lucas beginning to harden inside her again. "You're insatiable," she chuckles lightly.

"You better not fall asleep on me," Lucas muttered, with a smirk. Peyton had fallen asleep on him on more than one occasion after they were finished making love.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Peyton replied, gasping in delight as he began moving inside her soft flesh once again. " I wouldn't dream of it."

How'd I do? I'm all distracted by school. Sorry if it sucked. :p