You know what sucks? Well, aside from me for making you all wait. French class during the summer time my friends. Yes. Hella lame, kinda like me. But you know what doesn't suck? YOU GUYS! Thanks for all the fantastic reviews. This month has gone by rather quickly and before you know it, the new season of oth will be here. Here's hoping Mark doesn't screw it up. I imagine he couldn't do much worse then last season...so there's that...
Anyhow, on with the show...
The next morning found Brooke hefting the last of her luggage into Rachel's car. She had mixed feelings about going back to New York City, but she knew without a doubt that to stay in Tree Hill meant far more heartache than she could handle. And it seemed drama was revisiting the old gang in the form of a murderous father out on parole. These people had their hands full, already.
Still as Brooke said her last goodbyes to Haley and Nathan, she couldn't help wanting to see Lucas and Peyton once more. She hated leaving things the way they were and mostly she couldn't bear to leave Tree Hill knowing Lucas was mad at her.
"Wipe that look off your face, Brookie Monster."
Brooke looked beside her at Rachel, who was appraising her with a raised eyebrow from the driver's seat.
"What look?"
"That, I-have-a-bad-idea look. It doesn't work for you."
"I can't leave with them mad at me," Brooke shot back, not even bothering to deny it.
"Brooke, by them, you mean Lucas. And going over there when he expressly told you not to come near them again does not scream come say goodbye before you go."
"He didn't say not to come near them ever again. Besides I can't leave things the way they are, Rachel. I can't go back to New York with him thinking I'm this horrible person. I'm not."
"Jealousy will do strange things to an otherwise sane person, Brooke. Trust me."
"I am not jealous," Brooke exclaimed.
"Oh please! Who are you trying to kid? I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you're jealous of Peyton in the worst possible way. You want her life with Lucas down to the those two kids, and what's worse is you think you were supposed to have that, that they weren't supposed to have that."
"They weren't," Brooke muttered petulantly. "I was confused senior year when I broke up with Lucas because she told me she still had feelings for him. I was insecure, and rightfully so, considering their sordid history."
"You know I hate this song, yet you insist on playing it over and over and over again," Rachel sighed with a roll of her eyes.
"Just, please stop at his house, Rachel. Isn't it enough that I'm going back with you? And I know it's good that I go back. I just want to say goodbye and try to make things right before I go," Brooke pleaded.
"How do you know they're even awake? It's six-thirty in the morning and if we leave too late how are we supposed to make it back in time for cocktail hour?"
"Rachel please. It's New York City. Every hour is cocktail hour and they have kids. Kids wake up at ungodly hours all the time and Peyton probably has to go to the gallery today since she wasn't there yesterday right? Unless she really does have it all and has a job that pays her to do nothing."
"Careful, you're bitter is showing."
"Rachel…."
"Fine," the red-head growled. She made the turn although she didn't think any of it could be made right that morning considering Brooke still believed she had a claim on Lucas. Maybe, she thought, saying her piece or having Lucas yell at her again would help her find some type of closure.
"Hey you," Peyton whispered, stepping out onto the balcony where Lucas was sitting in his boxers. Lucas looked back at her and smiled gently. His button down was haphazardly buttoned and once again falling off her shoulder. Miles of long bare leg appeared from the hem and he felt himself stiffen.
"Hey beautiful," he replied just as softly, his eyes moving back up towards her face. "How's our boy?"
"He's fell back asleep a little bit ago," Peyton replied, moving to sit in his lap instead of the other chair. "When do you think you'll have to go up to New York?"
"I don't know," Lucas replied, kissing her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Depends on Lindsey's workload."
"You've always been her top priority," Peyton smirked. "I'm sure she'll be done reading it this morning."
This earned her a light pinch in her sides. "I can't help it that I'm her favorite client," he replied cheekily.
"I wonder why," Peyton teased. "It can't be your writing."
"Ouch," Lucas pouted.
"She hasn't gotten a look at these cute freckles on your back, has she?"
"Hm….no I can't imagine, because last time I was in New York she was on the top-ow!" Lucas laughed, as Peyton none too lightly pinched him. "You started it," he chuckled, settling his hands on her hips.
"Those freckles are mine," she growled, bumping noses with him.
"Mmmm. What else is yours?" Lucas queried with a smile. Grinning Peyton straddled his lap and leaned in to suck his lower lip between her own and then the top lip got the same attention.
"This," she whispered into his mouth. Her hands traveled up and down his arms and then over his chest and abdomen. "And this."
A kiss on the upturned tip of his odd nose. "This, too." A butterfly kiss to both eyes. "And these." She lifted his hands to her lips and kissed the palms, under his watchful gaze, his lids at half-mast. "These."
Then she rolled her hips into his erection, making him groan out loud. "And this."
She moaned as she continued to grind her hips into his, feeling herself responding. How could she not? Her husband was a sexy, handsome man, and the way he was staring at her right now was enough to get her so hot.
Unbuttoning her top Peyton slowed her movements and leaned into his ear. "Know what you get?" Peyton opened up her shirt and let it slide to the floor to reveal her nakedness underneath. She sat back resting her hands on his knees and looked at him seductively. "This."
Lucas moaned as he drank her in. God, she was gorgeous. Her rose tipped nipples were hardened little buds and he longed to suck them into his mouth, lick them like they were sweet little candies. His hands smoothed over the soft expanse of sun-kissed skin and he felt himself harden even more. She made his mouth water.
"God Lucas touch me," Peyton sighed, throwing her head back, she clung to his neck and continued to rotate her hips over his erection.
"Fuck Peyton," he moaned, pulling her hips into his own, tightly as he surged forward to pull one of her nipple into his mouth. Her keening cry told him and any neighbor that happened to be passing by their house, that it felt really good.
Sucking on the tender little bud, he flicked his tongue over it, once, twice.
"OH FUCK Luke. YES!" She gritted through her teeth.
She was so hot for him, right now. He reached a hand between her legs to play with her and almost came at how wet she was.
"Fuck Peyton," he panted, pulling away from her nipple. "You are soaking wet, baby. God you're so wet," he moaned, moving his fingers between her folds. He teased her pulsing clit with his thumb and she cried out, both of them forgetting or not caring that they were sitting on their balcony.
Peyton's whole body was on fire a she lowered her head and reached feverishly for his mouth, their tongues meeting first, before their lips crashed together. His free hand dove into her hair fisting her curls to pull her closer still to deepen the already hot kiss.
Peyton reached down between them and freed his cock from his boxers and began stroking the length of him. She rolled her thumb over the tip of him, using the moisture to slide her hand up and down his thick cock. He moaned into the kiss, before breaking it.
"I need to be inside of you," he husked, raising her hips and allowing her sink down onto his cock. She let out a long shuddering moan as he filled her, stretched her. They stayed like that for a moment, Lucas buried deep inside Peyton, before she began to move, rolling her hips in his lap.
"Mmm, you feel so good," Lucas sighed, caressing her backside and kissing her neck. He jolted his hips upward and Peyton cried out. In one swift movement Lucas picked her up and stood, twirling to press her into the side of the house.
"Good morning Mrs. Scott," he husked into her ear, with a smile.
Meanwhile little Anna Scott had scampered downstairs to get Paddington Bear. She didn't bother trying to wake her parents, having been told numerous times to wait for them to come get her, which was fine. Anna had an active imagination that kept her busy in the morning, while here parents did whatever it is they did when she wasn't allowed in. This particular morning her toys having a very important tea party that simply couldn't happen without Paddington Bear who she remembered William had dragged to the living room after dinner.
"There you are Paddyton," she cried, finding him sitting underneath the coffee table where William had strangely decided to fall asleep. She scooped him up, stopping briefly to give him good cuddle before making her way back to the steps.
"Everyone is waiting for you Paddyton. You have to sit next to Barbie cause you're late," she added seriously. "But we gots marm-lade for you! You want some marm-lade?"
Before the bear could reply about his desire for his favorite sweet treat, there was a short wrap on the door. Knowing she wasn't supposed to answer the door for strangers and also knowing she was supposed to wait for her parents to wake, the little girl was torn.
"Uh Oh, Paddyton. What do we do?" She peeked out the window and furrowed her eyebrows. This visitor wasn't a stranger, but she wasn't so sure about answering the door for her either. In her short life, Anna had not known any pretty people to be unkind. All the villains in her story books were old and warty and sometimes green. The woman who stood on the other side of the door looked like one of her princesses, but she was pretty sure nice princesses didn't use the f-word or make her Mommy, who was the fairest of them all, to cry.
"You made my momma sad!"
Brooke looked down sharply at the little voice that floated up through the mail slot in the door.
"Anna?" Brooke bent down and regarded the angry green eyes and pert little nose staring back at her.
"You yelled at Mommy! Daddy is mad at you and you said a bad word! That was naughty!" Anna brought a finger up to waggle it at her through the slot.
Feeling like the lowest of the low, Brooke sighed. It was bad enough that Lucas was pissed at her, but now this sweet little four year old was telling her off. This was worse than Lucas yelling at her.
"I know sweetie. I said some things that weren't nice to your mom and I didn't mean to make her sad."
"You're lucky Daddy and me is her rob-tussin."
Brooke furrowed her brows in confusion. Rob-tussin?
"Anna, I'm really sorry, sweetie and you know I actually came by to apologize to your Mommy for making her sad."
"You're really sorry?" Anna asked, doubtfully.
Brooke nodded. "Yeah sweetheart. I really am."
"Kay," Anna shrugged and made no further movements, making Brooke furrow her brows slightly in confusion.
"Um….Anna-"
"Wanna say hi to Paddyton?" The bear's black shoe button eyes replaced the little girl's green ones.
"Sure, honey, but can you maybe open the door?"
"No, cause I gotta wait for mommy and daddy to come get me and I can't reach da' top lock."
"They aren't awake?"
Not knowing the woman couldn't see her, the little girl only shrugged in response.
"I don't know. But I'm spossed to wait so you gots to too. An I have a very important tea party to go to and Paddyton is already late!"
"But-"
"Bye Brooke!" The mail slot shut and Brooke heard little feet scurrying up the stairs.
"Dammit," she sighed, stamping her foot.
"Won't let you through the door huh?" Rachel's voice came from behind her.
"Anna is awake, but I don't know if Lucas and Peyton are."
"It is kind of early," the red head shrugged, glancing across the street at someone leaving for work. "For suburbia. Tough break, shorty. Guess you'll have to text your apology like everyone else in America."
"No wait, we can wait a bit and still be back in the city in time for cocktail hour."
"Brooke this waiting around for them to wake up is kind of desperate. Brooke Davis doesn't do- shouldn't do desperate, rather. It makes you look fat."
Rolling her eyes Brooke sighed and walked off the step, ready to throw in the towel, when she heard a sound.
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Rachel asked, watching Brooke as she cocked her head to listen. Then she heard it too. A faint wail. Dying cat? She heard it again, and raised her eyebrows, recognition hitting her before Brooke.
She began tugging on Brooke's arm towards the car. "It's probably nothing. Let's go now Brooke. We look like thieves."
Brooke ignored her, her faced scrunched, trying to figure out what the sound was and began walking around the house. She stopped dead in her tracks when a deeper groan echoed through the Weeping Willow beside them, a decidedly familiar sounding groan.
"That sounds like…"
"You want some advice, Brooke," Rachel sighed. "Don't look up."
Brooke did just that and really wished a moment later that she had listened to Rachel. The girl was full of good advice.
I'm evil. There's just something about a jealous Brooke walking in on Lucas and Peyton that makes me smile. Hell maybe I'll do it again. ;-)
Shout out to JoeyCreek9 for the idea.
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