Um...yeah. Lucas and everyone who wants to rest blame solely on Peyton's shoulders for their break up are pissing me off. This season has made me despise Lucas, but I am still trying to hold on. Peyton is annoying me a bit too, but I am holding on.

This season is sort of pissing me off too to be honest, but once again, I'm holding on because it is clear that the saga that is Lucas and Peyton is no where near finished. I just hope Mark doesn't screw us over.

It would just be nice to see them, really happy together for once in a real way. I feel like we get teased every season, including season 4(insert bullshit love scene in Honey Grove here). Anyway, here is the next installment. It's short, but considering how things on the show have been going I think we need this.

This chapter is kind of explicit too.

Peyton stands at the door of his bedroom in his childhood home, eyes shining with unshed tears. He stares back at her stoically at the hurt and confusion in her eyes as they flicker back to the ring on Lindsey's finger.

"Lucas just proposed." The words echo in her head painfully. She can barely make out the regret behind his steely eyes, but she doesn't stay long enough to be sure…..

"Don't marry her. Marry me," she begged.

"I'm in love with her Peyton," he couldn't look in her eyes until that moment and at that moment, whatever else was left of her heart disintegrated.

"No!" Peyton awoke with a start, her heart racing. She stared around her bedroom, panting. Her bedroom. Her bedroom with Lucas. She and Lucas were married and they had two beautiful children and Lindsey was safely tucked away in New York.

"It was just a dream," she murmured to herself looking down at Lucas lying on his stomach beside her. She brushed a hand through his hair and sighed, breathing in the night air that billowed through their bedroom to calm herself.

She looked at the clock. 3:30am. She had only been asleep for an hour, but the dream seemed so long and drawn out. And so terrible. She hated dreams-no nightmares like that. The ones that held onto you like a vice for long moments after you woke up, so you didn't know whether you were still dreaming or not. And the feelings she felt were still holding onto her and choking her with fear.

"Peyt?"

Her head jerked down to the sound of her husband's voice to find him peeking up at her. "Hi," she whispered.

"Hey baby," he whispered back, turning himself over, sleepily. He reached up to take hold of her arm and pulled her down into his embrace. She held onto him tightly-so tightly he looked down at her with worry, rubbing her back. "Your heart is racing, babe."

"I had a bad dream," she murmured back, shakily. He made a sound of sympathy and turned so they were looking at each other.

"You wanna tell me about it?" His brows furrowed, as he took in the apparent pain in her eyes. "Babe," he whispered. "What is it?"

"It's stupid, Luke. It was so strange though. You know when you have those dreams that seem like weeks or even months have gone by, when it has only been like an hour or something?"

He nodded and she continued, "Well…I-Luke it's dumb. I dreamed you were with Lindsey-"

"Woah, wait. Like cheating on you?"

"No, you and I weren't together. I never came home from LA and we had been broken up for two years and you were mad at me because you had asked me to marry you and I said I wasn't ready, but you left me-you left me without even saying goodbye and when I came back home to Tree Hill two years later a complete failure in LA you were dating Lindsey. And then…long story short we fought and kissed and then you went home and proposed to her, I begged you not to marry her, but you said you were in love with her. Then I woke up."

Lucas stared at her, a deep frown distorting his handsome features. After a short moment he exclaimed, "That's a horrible dream!"

"I know! I know and what was worse was…we weren't us…I mean we were still us, but we weren't. Its hard to explain, but we had become people I could never be proud of," she whispered, looking away from him. Lucas reached up to wipe away a tear that raced down her cheek.

"God Luke it was like I was seeing us if we had taken a different path and it….I hated it. It felt so real and seeing Lindsey with my ring and it was my ring Luke and the look you gave me when she showed it to me was so-It wasn't you Luke and it hurt so bad and I just need you to put you hands on me beca- "

Always one to do as he was told, Lucas cut her off by pressing his lips passionately to hers with so much force her mouth opened beneath his. His hand dove into her hair pulling her closer to him and she goes to him with just as much force, needing him to kiss and touch away that nightmare.

She moaned as his tongue thoroughly explored her mouth, flipping her over onto her back and covering her body with his own. His hands moved up and down her sides, hungrily and he growled in approval when her legs wrapped themselves tight around his waist.

Their movements were frantic, rough, like they couldn't get enough of each other and couldn't have each other fast enough. He wanted her to feel him. He wanted to erase that dream and erase the Lucas Scott that could have been. The Lucas Scott that hurt her. They had spent a better part of the night passionately making love to each other over and over again and his plan was to continue doing so until the sun came up. He was worried about this dream though. With all that had been going on, he was surprised it was Lindsey and not Brooke she had dreamed about. Either way, he didn't like where her mind was taking her.

He pulled back from their kiss and looked down into her eyes, "There isn't one thing I don't love about you," Lucas whispered. Peyton sighed at his words, letting them comfort her and the Peyton that could have been.

"I love you Lucas," she whimpered back. He leaned down to kiss her again, dipping his tongue into her mouth and reveling in the way it felt as it brushed against hers. When he pulled back he smiled at her and replied, huskily,

"I love you too baby doll."

Peyton pulled him back to her, slanting her mouth under his, shivering in delight as he began moving his thick hard erection back and forth between her moist folds.

"Oh God Lucas," she groaned, as a the friction began to build. Every thrust rubbed her clitoris and she felt herself beginning to climb the peak towards an orgasm. "Now! I need you inside of me now," she cried as he kissed and sucked on her neck.

"Are you sure," he teased, slipping two fingers inside of her and groaning to find her soaking wet.

"Fuck Lucas," Peyton ground out, grabbing a hold of his hips. Her voice taking on a breathy wonton quality. "Now. I want you to fuck the shit out of me now…..and hard."

Dirty talk. It always worked on him. Lucas felt himself harden even more and always one to do as he was told Lucas removed his fingers from her, grabbed hold of her legs to hike them further up his back and slammed into her. Her body welcomed him home by clenching around him and both their mouths fell open to moan loudly.

In this fashion Lucas Scott proceeded to fuck the shit out of Peyton Sawyer Scott for the next hour and a half.