Um....Hi guys. I know how hard I suck and I am SSSSSSOOOOOOO sorry for keeping you guys waiting this long. I've been focusing real hard on this last semester of school and personal issues that really kept me from working and updating as I'd like to. The good news is I am graduating in two weeks and I get to be a real person again, which means more updates(Joeycreek :-)). I've actually had this chapter for awhile and just finished it and a new short chapter of Journey today.

For all you awesome reviewers and fans, all I can say is thank you so much and I appreciate your support.

"Wait a minute," Nathan said, stopping in the middle of the baby aisle. "Lindsey your smoking hot editor who had Peyton thinking she was some ugly no talent loser, is staying in your guest bedroom to finish editing your book? Seriously?"

Lucas rolled his eyes and spared him a glance, before picking up a package of Huggies for William, who sat in front of him in the shopping cart sucking on a pacifier and patting his hand, happily.

"Peyton knows that she is the only woman I see, the only woman in my heart. She's secure in my love for her and knows that Lindsey, as wonderful as she is, could never hold a candle to her. It's not that big a deal, Nate," Lucas sighed, moving the cart along."

Nathan stared at him a moment and then snorted, "Whipped."

"I'm sorry, I'm not the one holding the grocery list my wife gave me," Lucas smirked.

Nathan frowned and then sighed. "Yeah….."

"Do you guys have cilantro?"

"I don't know," Nathan shrugged, scanning the list Haley had pressed into his hand before they left. He gazed with confusion at the seas of fresh green herbs. "How do you even tell the difference between that and basil if there's no label?"

Lucas shot him an amused look. "You're lucky you have Haley man."

"Hey, she usually deals with the green stuff. If it was up to me, Molly and Jamie would be eating Cheetos and green jello for dinner. It's also not my fault, I'm not a fruity-ass gardener, like you."

"You're lucky I've got my kids with me, man," Lucas replied, raising an eyebrow at his little brother. "And gardening can actually be kinda hot," he added, thinking of William's conception in the garden.

"Don't wanna know, man," Nathan winced, as Lucas expertly choose the herbs they would need for the hamburgers later. Lucas and Peyton had planned to bring the family over for dinner and pool-time at Nathan and Haley's that evening. A random comment about the beautiful weather turned the dinner plans al fresco, which turned into "Lets grill some burgers. Nathan can you go to the grocery store and get some meat? Lucas, please go with him…"

So the two men met from their respective houses at the grocery store. Lucas with his kids and Nathan with his list. They moved over to the vegetables and Lucas began picking out some eggplant to grill.

"You like eggplants don't you, Tater," he asked, the baby. William paused his futile efforts to claw open a box of crackers to smile at Lucas around his pacifier.

"I yike egg-pants too, Daddy!"

Nathan chuckled as a red-faced Lucas shushed the little girl riding her uncle's shoulders. It wasn't the embarrassing level of loudness that he minded, it was the attention. He still had people approaching him for autographs.

Sighing, Lucas smiled up at his daughter. "You like all food, baby bird, but lets use our inside voices, huh."

"Daddy, I'm tall!"

"Yeah you are," he simpered, bagging up two good sized eggplants and placing them in the cart. "Riding Uncle Nathan is like sitting on a giraffe huh?"

"Very funny." Nathan rolled his eyes at him as they rolled their carts onward.

They stopped once again in front of the laundry detergent. "Oh hey, man," Nathan spoke again suddenly. "I've been meaning to ask you this for like three weeks now."

"What is it?" Lucas asked distractedly, wondering if Peyton would care if they switched laundry detergents.

"Well, you know I'm taking over as coach for the Ravens this fall."

"Yeah," Lucas smiled. "Those poor guys won't know what hit'em. I'm really proud of you Nate."

"Thanks. But, well, I was sort of wondering if you wanted to be assistant coach. You know the Ravens haven't won a State Championship in years and who better to lead them to victory than the two guys who won it for us the last time."

"Aw, man Nate. I'm honored man, really, but I've got the kids. What am I supposed to do with them?"

Nathan shrugged. "It's only after school for a few hours a couple times a week so Peyton should be home by then. Or bring them along even. I know you have the time and I know you don't need the money but...you have to admit you miss it all in some capacity."

Lucas sighed and distractedly picked up the box of crackers William had decided he was fed up with and tossed out of the cart.

"Yeah, I do. Sometimes," Lucas's basketball dream came to an official end after they won State. The extent of Lucas's basketball life was now minimized to watching pro and college ball on television with Nathan while their kids crawled all over them, and of course shooting around on the river court. But the loss of that one dream had come with the realization of other dreams; becoming a published author, marrying the woman of his dreams and then raising their children. He was pretty okay with that.

William's sweet coo of thanks as Lucas opened the box and handed the baby a cracker made him smile. Hell, he was more than okay with it.

"I have a book tour that'll be coming up soon."

"Doesn't matter," Nathan said, shrugging off the excuse. "It's only a couple of weeks. Besides if we can get Will in there early there's a chance at least one Scott offspring will become a baller."

Chuckling, Lucas replied, "It sounds tempting little brother." And it really did. "I'll talk it over with Peyton."

"As long as you think about it, man. That's all I ask. Don't let the fact that this is Whitey's legacy influence you at all."

Lucas rolled his eyes at his little brother's less than subtle manipulation. "Thanks for that."

"No pressure. So, that's not gonna be…weird?" Nathan asked, changing the subject so fast Lucas thought he was with Jake, king of quick subject changes, for a second.

"What'll be weird?"

"Lindsey."

Lucas rolled his eyes. "No. Why would it be? You act like Lindsey has never spent time down here before. She's friends with Haley and Peyton and Molly now."

"Yeah, but she's staying at your house," Nathan managed to get in before he felt a pat on his head, from Anna.

"Lindsey is my friend too, Uncol Naffan!"

"How can she not be your friend Spud," Nathan grinned. The new knick-names had caught on fast.

"Nate, I just don't see what the big deal is. Do you not like Lindsey or something?"

"No, it's not that," Nathan insisted as they rolled onward to the meats. "I like Lindsey well enough. I think it's sort of goofy how she goes on and on about how epic you and Peyton are, but I guess that's her job considering all your books are goofy love stories."

Lucas stopped suddenly and stared at Nathan. "You read my books?"

Lucas and Nathan grinned at each other. "Only on the john. Hey should we get shrimp?" Nathan asked. "This is on sale."

"Yeah, go for it," Lucas replied. "So if you like Lindsey and we like Lindsey, what's the problem?"

"Lindsey has a crush on you man. It may just be a fan-girl crush, but after Brooke I just figured you wouldn't want to deal with any of that kinda drama. Plus, what's with inviting a supermodel to your house the same week of your wedding anniversary?"

Lucas stopped his cart abruptly once again with a muttered curse making Nathan stop too and turn around. Nathan was right. His and Peyton's wedding anniversary was two days before Lindsey was scheduled to leave.

"Shit," Lucas muttered again.

"Daddy," Anna cried, wagging a figure at him as Nathan caught up. He began dancing from foot to foot in glee.

"This is priceless," he guffawed. "You of ALL people forgetting your wedding anniversary!"

Lucas scowled at him as he laughed. "Cut it out Nathan."

Anna looked from one man to the other. "What's anni-fersfer-anni-"

"Anniversary baby," Nathan supplied. "It's very very important."

"It's the day your mommy and I got married, babe," Lucas sighed.

"I'm so telling Haley," Nathan chuckled as they approached the register.

"You are very lucky I've got my kids with me," Lucas growled once again. He leaned on the cart handle pensively, while Nathan began placing items on the belt. "Besides, it's not like it's today. I've got a week to plan something romantic."

"You're the king of grand gestures, dude" Nathan said as the cashier rang them up. "I'm sure you'll think of something that'll make whatever I give Haley for our anniversary look like a bag of dog crap."

"Hey just in case I do take her out of town, can you and Hales watch the kids for us?"

"Why? You have a built in babysitter," Nathan shrugged, referring to the leggy houseguest.

"Very funny," Lucas muttered. Nathan paused as he was swiping his card and reached out in front of him with eyebrows raised.

"Yeah…well. I know one thing you probably shouldn't get her."

"What's that?"

"This," Nathan held up the tabloid magazine and to Lucas's utter mortification he was on the cover. It was a grainy photo, but it was clearly him having a 'lovers spat?' with 'fashion mogul' and 'ex-high school flame' Brooke Davis.

"Oh God," Lucas muttered. "Oh Jesus, I think I'm going to be sick."

"Luke, when was that even taken?"

"That was the day Dan showed up. This is me telling Brooke to stay away from Peyton." The blonde groaned and slammed his head on his arms making William pat his head with a giggle.

"Well what are you gonna do?"

Lucas tossed the rag onto the belt with the rest of the groceries. "I'm gonna go home and hope to God Peyton hasn't heard about this before I can tell her myself."

"What a minute," Haley said, cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder as she chopped lettuce for dinner. "So Lindsey is going to be staying in your guestroom?"

"Yeah," Peyton sighed, as she looked through a variety of cookbooks she'd secretly bought. "That's not weird right?"

"Um…you tell me," Haley smirked. "You're the one who said, and I quote, she makes me feel like an unsuccessful frumpity frump."

"That was like six years ago," Peyton laughed with a roll of her eyes. "Things with Lucas and I were still new and awesome and you know me. When I'm happy for too long it's only a matter of time before I realize that's not how my life goes. Then I unconsciously try to sabotage. When I saw that picture of him and Lindsey, hell when I met Lindsey I just…I dunno-"

"Totally lost it?"

"I didn't lose it."

"Peyton if you think Lucas could ever look at another woman the way he looks at you, you've lost it," Haley laughed.

"I know, but that was then…"

"And now your hubby is gonna be cooking her breakfast. You have come a long way," she teased.

"Shut up, dude. Honestly, it's not so bad. Luke and I are in a completely different place now, a better place. And that whole thing all those years ago really didn't have anything to do with Lucas and I so much as it did my own self-esteem."

"Um, really?"

"I know, I know. It's ridiculous. I just wanted to be the best I could be for Lucas, you know? Ew, did I just say that out loud? I'm such a cheese ball," Peyton groaned.

"Looks like Lucas is finally rubbing off on you….ew."

She shuddered a bit and Peyton pulled her phone back to stare at it and guffawed. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Scott!"

"Stop answering the phone when you're having sex with Lucas," Haley cried, with a slightly disgusted giggle.

"I am not the only who does that! I seem to remember calling over here just last week to you and Nate moaning and groaning. Don't deny it. I know what he sounds like."

"Peyton!" Haley squealed, dropping her knife on the counter and nearly the phone as well.

"I'm just saying," the blonde shrugged, with a playful glint in her eye.

"Okay, truce," Haley said, still chuckling. "The Scott boys know how to keep their women satisfied."

"Damn straight," Peyton grinned.

"Stop it."

Peyton gaped. "You can't even see me! Stop what?"

There was teasing laughter in her voice when she replied, "Stop thinking about whatever it is you and Luke were doing when I called you today."

"Oh come on Hales the kids were in the house. It was innocent making out."

Haley raised two incredulous eyebrows. "Is he that good of a kisser?"

"He might of felt me up a little too," Peyton admitted. "And yes he is."

The two women dissolved into chuckles. "So it's good to have him home?"

"It's great to have him home," Peyton sighed happily. "That's one upside to Lindsey coming down here. He'll be gone soon anyway for the book tour and I really want him around as much as possible until then."

"I can understand that. I guess an impromptu drive up to the Cape is out of the question for your anniversary this year huh?"

"What?!"

"Oh Peyton relax. The king of grand gestures will find some way to sweep you off your feet even with Lindsey here."

"Dammit," Peyton exclaimed, dropping her Taste of Tuscany cookbook. "I can't believe we forgot!"

Haley set her knife down once again with a giant grin plastered on her face. "I'm sorry did you just say you forgot your wedding anniversary?"

"Not funny!"

"It actually kind of is," Haley smirked.

"Shit," Peyton hissed.

"Mommy," Anna cried. Surprised, Peyton turned around to find the four year old wagging her finger admonishingly at her. She hadn't even heard them come in.

"Sorry, sweetie. That was naughty of me," she apologized, as she stuffed her cookbooks hastily under the couch. "You and daddy are both naughty," Anna informed her. Peyton raised her eyebrow at Lucas as he unloaded the groceries and he threw her bashful smile.

"Daddy is naughty too huh."

"Hey Peyton I gotta go. My Scott just walked in the door," Haley said.

"Yeah, mine too," Peyton replied. "We'll see you at five-thirty."

As Haley was hanging up the phone, Peyton heard Nathan giddily say, "Guess who forgot their anniversary!"

Rolling her eyes, she couldn't help but chuckle as set the phone down. She supposed it was amusing to see that the "super couple," was mortal after all….although Haley and Nathan were ones to talk. Always and forever…..

"I'm gonna put the kids down for a n-a-p," Lucas said, turning from the last of the groceries.

"I can do it babe," Peyton replied, snatching William by the backs of his overalls as he tried to scoot past her. "I'll be down in a little bit."

"Okay, I do need to talk to you, so if you can find me when you're through upstairs."

"Uh oh," Peyton chuckled, jokingly. "I'll be as quick as these little monsters will let me."

Lucas nodded and watched her pick their toddler up and take their daughter by the hand. He waited a beat before taking the last item out of the grocery bag.

Walking into his office, he sat down heavily and opened the rag to the blurb that questioned what he was doing with his ex-girlfriend. Stupid Ravens book, he fumed. No one would know famous fashion designer Brooke Davis had been his ex-girlfriend if he'd just left that part out. Fortunately, it wasn't an entire article, but he paused at a strangely familiar picture of Peyton with the caption, "What about his wife?"

The picture was slightly familiar…but he wasn't sure how. He never paid any attention to these sorry magazines and he was very rarely in them. Yet the photo had been taken at long range. All of them had.

"What's that?"

He jumped slightly at Peyton's voice behind him and stood up.

"Lucas what is that?"

"It's Onlooker magazine," he replied, handing it over to her.

"The same idiots who claimed you were sleeping with Lindsey all those years ago?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "The good news is, I'm not sleeping with my editor anymore. The bad news is…I might be sleeping with Brooke."

"What?" Peyton gawked at the photographs, and recognizing the clothes Lucas and Brooke were wearing looked up. "Is this that day you told Brooke off?"

"Yeah. They managed to turn me yelling at Brooke to stay away from you into me having a lovers quarrel with her."

"These people are unbelievable," Peyton muttered, flipping it open to find her picture staring back at her. "Wha-Where did they get this picture of me?"

"I don't know," Lucas sighed dropping himself on the couch. "But it seems we have our very own paparazzi."

"God, I haven't even seen anyone. Have you?"

"No," Lucas shook his head. "It's creepy right?"

"It's very creepy," Peyton huffed throwing the magazine into the trashcan beside Lucas's desk.

"I'm more surprised Lindsey hasn't called yet. This kind of thing isn't what a publisher needs when their writer is putting out a new novel."

Peyton sat down on the edge of his desk and looked at him carefully wondering if h e'd really forgotten their anniversary. "Is that all you wanted to talk about?"

"No…not just that," Lucas replied, chewing his bottom lip. "I think I might have screwed up something else."

"Yeah?" Peyton intoned, raising an eyebrow. "Does it start with an An and end in versery?"

"I don't know how I could have possibly forgotten," Lucas moaned, placing a hand upon his head.

The last thing he expected her to do was giggle. "Um babe?"

"I realized that I'd forgotten too just before you came back. Haley reminded me."

"Nathan reminded me," Lucas smirked. He grabbed her hand and hauled her into his lap. "Well, we obviously won't hear the end of it from them, but it doesn't mean we won't have an amazing anniversary."

"With Lindsey," Peyton sighed dreamily. She poked his side, jokingly. "Oh hey, maybe you'll get that threesome you've always wanted."

"Ha ha," he responded dryly, with a hint of a smile. Peyton laughed, and snuggled herself closer to him.

"Honestly Luke, it doesn't matter what we do. You know me. I don't need a trip or some extravagant gesture."

"I know," Lucas replied, pulling lightly one of her curls. "It's just that…you're special Peyton…You mean everything to me and you deserved so much more than the proposal I gave you at eight o clock in the morning and-"

"Lucas, there was nothing wrong with your proposal," Peyton exclaimed in shock, cupping his cheek with her hand. "Do you really think that? That proposal was so us. It was perfect. I told you I don't need flowers or speeches or any of that stuff."

"I know that, but…you deserve those things. I'm a word guy Peyt. I write, but even I know the limitation of words and I haven't even come close to finding the right ones to express how I feel about you. Why do you think I write so many books that are in some way, shape or form about you?"

Touched, Peyton beamed at him. "Luke," she whispered.

"I told you that day I wanted to spend the rest of my life making you happy and trying to show you how much I love you. I'm still working on it babe and forgetting our anniversary was not one of the ways I had in mind."

"Lucas," Peyton sighed, taking hold of his face between her hands. "Everyday you show me how much you love me. It's in every touch, every look, every word. It's in the way you take care of our children and the way you provide for us. Luke this life that I'm living with you is all I need, all I've ever wanted. Even if we never celebrated another anniversary again, this right here is all I could ever want."

She finished it off with a kiss and Lucas returned, soundly. When they pulled away he smiled softly at her and asked, "How'd you get so amazing Mrs. Sawyer-Scott?"

"Well I could write you a formula," Peyton replied cheekily. "but I think our time could be much better spent." She leaned down to nip at his top lip and then his full lower lip, teasing lightly with her tongue. "Don't you?"

Lucas's eyes turned dark and he lifted a corner of his mouth into the signature Scott smirk.

"What did you have in mind?"

"A lot of this," she whispered, before covering his mouth with hers. He moaned appreciatively and wrapped his arms around her waist.

He moved to stand, intending to take her to their bedroom, but Peyton's hands found his shoulders and shoved him back down. Surprised and more than a little turned on by her forcefulness, he raised his eyebrows at her.

"No, here," she whispered. "I want to make love to you in the room you create all those beautiful stories."

"That is the sweetest thing you've ever said to me," Lucas smiled, running his fingers through the soft curls of her hair. "And the hottest."

"I picked a little something up from you," Peyton grinned. A burst of air through his nose served as his chuckle as he leaned forward and kissed her jaw slowly, once and then again.

"No more talking," he husked, reaching down for the hem of her shirt. He lifted it over her head and dropped it to the floor before reaching for her again, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his lips to hers, moaning as she opened her mouth and offered her tongue to him. His mouth was warm and she smiled at the taste of grape juice on his tongue from one of the children's juice boxes that he'd brought with him for the grocery store trip.

He leaned back so she could remove his tee-shirt and then slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders dropping kisses on the skin of her collarbone. He looked up at her and smiled at her head thrown back, chest heaving in arousal, waiting for him to touch her. She took his breath away. Every time.

For every novel he'd written, this was the part he always left out, the physical manifestation of their connection. He wasn't feeding her a line when he said he was still trying to figure out how to express in words how he felt about her. In moments like these he wanted to be able to describe what it felt like to hold her in his arms, to be inside of her, to have her around him. It was more than physical. For all he'd told the world about his love for his wife, there was a reason no one would ever truly comprehend what it meant for Lucas Scott and love Peyton Sawyer. Making love to her was the closest to religion he'd ever gotten. But there is only so much about religion anyone can understand. A great deal of it is faith and for Lucas Scott, that was not only enough, but it was precious and it was only theirs to understand.

He brushed a thumb across a rosy nipple and felt himself stiffen even further as she shivered and breathed his name, rocking her hips forward in his lap.

"Baby," he whispered, leaning down to pull a nipple into his mouth. Her keening cry made his arms tighten around her waist and rock his hips forward to meet hers with more passion. He needed more of her, he needed more skin, he needed her naked and he needed it now.

Peyton was there with him, needing him like it was their first time still. They reached for each other's pants at the same time. Their passion was fueled by the knowledge that one of the children might decide to cut their nap very short. It was one of many a stolen moment. For a reason both of them were not yet able to describe, they needed that physical union. They needed to touch.

They wiggled out of their pants and underwear quickly and as Peyton moved to straddle his lap once again Lucas reached a hand out to cup her sex, plunging two eager fingers into her warmth. Peyton's mouth fell open and she threw her head back, her knees on either side of his hips, hands braced on the back of the chair. From this position Peyton's breasts bounced tantalizingly in Lucas's line of vision. He was torn between putting his mouth on her breasts and watching her hips sway and rock back forth as his fingers curled and pumped in and out of her.

He was painfully hard for her and he couldn't help but groan, "You are so sexy. So fucking sexy, Peyton."

The breasts eventually won and he leaned forward to suck the other nipple he hadn't paid any attention to yet into his mouth. Peyton hissed and fell forward resting her head atop Lucas's as he continued the sweet assault on her body.

"Luke, oh Goooooood Lucas," she sighed, crying out when his thumb began to rub her throbbing clitoris. "Luke I'm gonna come!"

Her orgasm crashed over her from the top of her head to her toes, leaving her gasping, Lucas's hands and mouth never stopping their sweet torture as she spasmed around his fingers.

"Oh Lucas. Oh baby," she panted, as his hands moved to her hips .

"I'm not done with you yet Mrs. Scott," he growled, lifting her up and sitting her on his desk. Spreading her legs and hooking them over his broad shoulders, he moved forward and began teasing her with butterfly kisses on the insides of her thighs, inhaling the heady intoxicating scent of her arousal. Pressing a hand flat against her taut stomach, he finally brought his lips down upon her, flattening his tongue he licked her from bottom to top like an ice cream cone then circling the tip of his tongue around her visibly throbbing clitoris. Her words became incoherent as he set to work on her, teasing her with his tongue, circling, sucking, stroking her.

His hand slid up her abdomen and past her breasts and Peyton had enough presence of mind to grasp his hand with the one hand that wasn't tangled in his hair to bring it to her mouth, sucking his middle and pointer finger into her mouth.

He hummed into her depths, sending a deep vibration through her body, that sent her already gyrating hips upward and that only served to wet his desires even more as his tongue continued to stroke her, his mouth sucking her clitoris before flicking it over and over again with his tongue.

"So wet," he murmured. Lucas was in heaven. He loved this. He loved the way her hand pressed him to her hot, wet flesh. He loved the way her hips gyrated against his face as he buried himself in her. He loved the way she smelled the way she mewled and moaned and whimpered. He loved the way her body looked when he would open her eyes and find her arched back like a stretching cat. And he simply couldn't get enough of the way she tasted; sweet and musky and so smooth, so Peyton.

Peyton was trembling as another powerful orgasm washed over her leaving her limp and quivering. Aftershocks wracked her body as Lucas continued to lap at her with his hot, velvet tongue. Finally she couldn't take any more and pushed at his head, the words, "No more," slurring through her dry lips.

Smiling, Lucas lifted her body back onto his lap, laughing as she murmured more nonsensical words to him. He kissed her neck, taking his time, leaving little love bites that he soothed with his tongue before pulling her head towards his to kiss her senseless while letting her regain some strength.

He groaned, feeling her hand slide up his thigh to wrap itself around his throbbing cock and began pumping slowly. When they finally parted for air he smiled up at her with heavy lids.

"God, I love you so much," he gasped, his hips bucking off the chair as she continued to stroke him. He felt her wet core, hot against the base of his cock and knew he wouldn't last much longer if she kept doing what she was doing. So, he lifted her hips and she positioned him against her opening, biting her lip in anticipation. He moaned, loving that she still, after all this time couldn't wait to have him inside of her.

He brought her back down as he lifted his hips, causing her and him both to cry out as he entered her deeply. She'd barely recovered from her second orgasm when Lucas began pumping a slow steady rhythm into her, his hands on her hips, rocking her back and forth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her body, her moans intermingling with his own.

Her eyes opened and found his gaze on her face, his eyes a dusky blue, lids heavy, lips parted. She surged forward to pull his full bottom lip into her mouth and he groaned as she suckled on it, teased it with her tongue. His hand found the back of her head and he tangled his fingers in her hair, his tongue darting out to tease her upper lip. Their mouths sunk into a hot kiss, as she ground herself into his lap, clenching the silky wetness of her walls around his thick pulsing length.

He peeked his eye open to make sure his laptop was not sitting on his desk, before he swung an arm out to remove every item of his desk onto the floor. With a surprised squeal Peyton hung on as he stood to lean her back onto his desk and began pounding into her, grunting with each sweet thrust and roll of his hips.

"Oh god, Luke. Ooooh! Yeah. Oh yes, baby," she whimpered, rolling her hips forward with each thrust, before she felt his hand creep between them to pinch and rub her clitoris. Peyton threw her head back against the desk, feeling the crest of her orgasm and preparing herself for the fall. She came with a scream and Lucas followed close behind her, losing his rhythm and coming with one last forceful thrust that sent Peyton spinning again.

Panting, Peyton rolled her head to the side and managed to slip her fingers into Lucas's short tresses. She could feel him own deep exhalations upon her neck and she smiled.

Yeah. The Scott boys knew how to keep their women satisfied.

You guys deserved some smut after the long wait. I hope it was worth it. It may be awhile until I update again, probably in January when I have lots of time on my school-free hands.

Special shout out to JoeyCreek, because I know she has been waiting a loooong time for this, lol.

Review to let me know you're still with me!

And Matt.....It's good to have you back. :-)