Ok, so I have had several requests to continue this! Don't know how long it will be, probably just a few chapters and I can't say how frequent the chapters will be cause I'm away on a gap year and don't always have access to a computer! But here's what I've got so far anyhow!

Lucas' heart palpitated in his chest, so much so that he was sure it was visible to the human eye. He'd been away on work for a few weeks, talking business over with movie producers and his agent, but now he was back and desperate to see his fiancée.

A surge of happiness invades his fluttering stomach as he hovers in the doorway to her office.

She's listening to The Cure. He's not sure if it's too intentionally irritate him, but since he confessed that he wasn't that bigger fan, she seems to have taken it upon herself to play at least one of their albums a day, he has to admit though, it's starting to warm on him, especially when he sees her smiling like that. Her hair's wavy, tucked behind her ear on one side and she's feigning work but he knows she's really doing one of her 'doddles'. He calls it art.

He thinks she's gotten even more beautiful in his absence, if that's even possible.

She tilts her head, scrutinizing her drawing and his feet are suddenly carrying him toward her.

She's oblivious to his presence as he peers over her shoulder, studying the picture. A perfect illustration of his young nephew stares off the page at him.

'That's really great, baby'

Her body jolts back on reflex and she nearly topples off of her chair but he catches her, he always catches her.

'Fuck' She curses, her voice barely carries over the music but he hears her. She hits him lightly as she turns around to face him. 'What the hell do you think you're doing?'

He smirks. 'Hi'

Her eyes scan him and she's suddenly squealing in delight. 'Oh my god. You're here. What are you doing here?' She throws her arms around him, hugging him fiercely. 'You're not meant to be back till friday' She exclaims loudly.

'I wanted to surprise you' He husks back into her ear. 'Surprise'

She grins, that girlish grin that only he ever has the privilege of seeing and then she's kissing him and god he missed this. He hates these business trips. He hates having to be away from her for more than a day. Three weeks had past too slowly for his liking.

'I'm never leaving you again' He mutters.

She rolls her eyes. She knows that's a lie. He's too good a man to not follow through with his commitments. His art matters and she's only too proud of his success. Of course she misses him, but in a weird way she's thankful for his trips, because it only makes her appreciate him more.

He daringly slides his hand down the curve of her back, pressing her slight body into his. She's so small and sometimes it scares him, sometimes he's frightened that she might break but he's repeatedly reminded of her hidden strength when she playfully hits him.

'What?' She giggles.

'What?'

'You're staring' She blushes.

'You're fucking beautiful' He shrugs in explanation, his thumb running over her chin. Her pupils dilate. 'So fucking beautiful' He affirms lowly, guiding their lips back together.

Her legs have suddenly turned to jelly and she's relying completely on him to hold her up right. He smiles, hands curving around the back of her thighs, effortlessly lifting her onto the edge of the snooker table.

'Luke' She whimpers.

He knows all too well what's coming and he's quick to try and distract her. He kisses the hollow of her neck and his hands migrates from her waist to the bottom of her skirt, toying with the obstructing material, yearning for more than her exterior being.

She allows it. Allows it until he's trying to drag the cotton up and over her hips.

'Luke' Her fingers interlock with his, preventing him from going any further. 'Not till the wedding night, remember?' She closes her eyes and exhales, catching her breath. 'Come on, stop'

He muffles a 'no' against her, his hands running persistently over her thighs. She can't think when he's doing that.

It's been six weeks and two days. Six weeks and two days that he's been denied her. He can't remember a time when he hasn't been thinking about sex, or more specifically, sex with Peyton.

He's wondering why he ever agreed to this stupid, stupid plan of hers. He can't believe that he'd actually come round to thinking it was a good idea. It wasn't a good idea, he's bewildered as to how he ever even entertained the idea.

'I want you' He whinges.

She offers him a small sympathetic smile. 'Aw babe, you've got me' She taps his heart. 'Right here. I'm all yours'

'Yeah?' He presses against her.

She gasps. 'Y-yeah' She pushes against his shoulders but he holds her firmly.

'Let me show you, how much I love you' He whispers.

'Oh god, stop it' She moans. She never thought abstaining from sex would bother her this much but she feels like a hormone ridden teenager, her mind was consumed with Lucas twenty four seven.

'I missed you Baby' He rubs their noses together, circles of sky-blue penetrating through the last of her stubborn resistance.

She can't help it. It's out of her control.

His tongue skims boldly over her bottom lip and a fire suddenly burns deep within her. Her stiff frame relaxes and she opens her mouth. They kiss sensuously, longingly.

He smirks devilishly when her body arches wantonly. But her eyes flicker and she sees. She catches his delighted smile and is instantly jarred from her aroused state.

It would be all too easy for her to give in but she's stronger than that, they've come so far and it would all of been for nothing if she let's him take her now.

'Stop it' She shoves him and he stumbles back in surprise.

'Peyton' He groans loudly. 'Please, six weeks, it's been six freaking weeks. I can't function. I need you' He begs pathetically. 'I have the same tormenting dream of you every night'

She slides elegantly off of the table and crosses the studio, grabbing her leather jacket from the back of her chair. 'And what happens in that dream Luke?' She inquires.

'You're standing in the middle of the river court, you're beautiful green tealy eyes shining like stars and your hair's blowing softly'

She bites her lip.

'You're wearing your high school cheer leading outfit and god you look fucking hot and I walk over to you and I reach out but I can't touch you, the nearer I get the further away you are'

She actually feels sorry for him. He looks so pained but she can't help but take delight. She loves that he wants her so badly.

'I'm right here Luke' She promises, holding her hand out. He takes it with a dramatic sigh of displeasure. She ignores his childish pout. 'But I've got to go' She announces, by way of changing the subject.

'What? But I just got back'

'I know baby, but I didn't know you were going to creep up on me-'

'Surprise you' He corrects.

'Surprise me' She smiles. 'But I promised Brooke, I'd help her at the store. She's got the first of her new line coming in'

'But I haven't seen you'

'I know. I'm sorry, but I can't not, she's slaved away over my wedding dress, I owe her big time. I'll be done by three and then I'll be home and you can tell me all about your meetings' She knows she could cancel, she knows Brooke would understand and she's pretty sure the brunette would quite happily force Sam to help her, but the truth is she doesn't trust herself to spend the next few hours alone with her husband-to-be. She needs some time to gain control of the hankering need filtering through her- she needs some time to get her desires in check and judging by his purposeful orbs of lust gazing at her, so does he. She presses a quick kiss to his cheek. 'I'll meet you at home'

'B Davis' Peyton exclaims, walking breezily through the store.

'Ah P Sawyer, I thought you'd ditched me' Her head appears from behind a stack of boxes.

'Sorry I-'

'Doesn't matter' The brunette shoves a clip board into Peyton's hands. 'I thought we'd start with these' She taps a box. 'And then we could...What's wrong?' She finally catches her friend's anxious expression.

'Lucas is home'

'Home?'

'Yeah'

'I thought you said he wasn't back till Friday'

'He wanted to surprise me'

'Aw, well what are you doing here girly, you should've called, I can get Sam to help me. Go. Go do whatever young engaged people do' She winks.

'I can't' Peyton huffs, setting the clip board down on the front desk. 'Anything that engaged people do ultimately leads to sex and I'm not having sex' She scowls.

'Okay...' Brooke looks at her a little confused. 'Honey, there's plenty of things you can do- he's been away for three weeks, I'm sure you've both got a lot of talking to do'

'Exactly- that's what I thought, he'd be away for three weeks and when he got back we'd have so much talking to do that the whole sex issue wouldn't be a problem, but it's worse Brooke. Ten times worse than before he went. God I just saw him and he couldn't keep his hands off of me'

Brooke grins.

'Why are you smiling. Don't smile. This isn't funny in any way' The riled blonde rants. 'God, how are we going to last six more weeks'

'You could just stop'

'Stop? Brooke this was your freaking idea and I've gone a month and a half, I'm not stopping now'

'Well, I'm sure there's plenty of things you can do to distract him'

'Like what? Dinner leads to sex. Talking leads to Sex. Just breathing leads to-'

'Sex. Okay, okay I get the picture' She cuts her best friend off, sitting her down on the sofa.

'What am I going to do? I really think he's going to start hating me soon-'

'You're being completely insane. Lucas Scott hate Peyton Sawyer? I don't think so'

'What if he starts looking somewhere else for sex'

'That's not going to happen' Brooke laughs at her absurd remark. 'Listen, you haven't seen each other in three weeks, things will calm down in a few days.'

'You think?'

'Yeah' The brunette nods enthusiastically. 'Look, go home. Have dinner with him and then why don't you, me and Hales go out for a girly evening and Luke can go out with the guys'

Peyton nods to herself. 'Go out'

'Yeah- take your mind off it'

'Go out' She shuffles to the door, her face screwed up in thought. 'Ok, I'll speak to you later' Brooke Davis giggles childishly as she watches her friend stagger out of the store.

'Hmm I like this conversation better' Lucas smiles, happily running his thumb over Peyton's bottom lip. She'd not been at the store long before she'd returned, breezing through the front door declaring that they were going to sit down and have a conversation like normal people. He'd nodded, amused by her demand but told her about his time in New York. They'd lasted about ten minutes before he'd initiated a heavy make out session.

'You know what? I think we should go out tonight' She suggests abruptly.

'Sounds like a plan. How about we go to the cinema- I wanted to see that new-'

'No, I, I meant separately.'

'Huh?'

'Some time apart would probably do us some good'

'Some time apart?' He tickles her sides. 'Funny'

She brushes his hands away 'Yeah, I just, I haven't spent anytime with the girls recently-'

He squints his eyes, a small frown appearing 'Peyton you've seen them more than me, you helped Brooke out at the store today and I've not seen you in three weeks'

'Yeah I've seen them but I haven't had one on one girly time in ages and the last thing I want to start doing is neglecting my friends and you haven't been out with the guys in ages either' She rambles irrationally.

He nods his head slowly, confusion still apparent on his face. She's right to an extent. He hasn't made the effort to make time for his friends. Peyton has been his one and only concern over the last few months. However he's noticed her flushed cheeks- he isn't completely stupid. He's quick to realise that this is just a ploy- their shared kiss just minutes ago has left her longing for more.

'You know what I think?' He pauses. 'You, Peyton Elizabeth, can not resists the irresistible charm that is Lucas Scott, you're afraid that if we stay in, you're going to give in'

'Whatever, god arrogant much?'

'No, I'm just right'

She shakes her head adamantly. 'Have you ever thought that maybe I prefer my friends to you?' She disputes dismissively. 'I'm going to shower' She clambers off of him.

He laughs. 'You're a bad liar' He calls after her.

An hour later she appears from their shared room in a short black pleated skirt and a low cut green top .

'Wow'

Peyton sends him a shy smile. 'How do I look?'

'Hot, so hot' He gawks. 'A little too hot to be having a girly evening' He raises his brow, eying her sceptically. 'Are you seeing someone on the side Miss Sawyer?'

'Oh damn, you found me out' She responds jokingly.

He pouts.

She laughs.

'I just got off the phone with Hales, we're going to go to Tric.' She wraps her arms around his neck. 'What're you doing with the guys?'

'I dunno, I spoke to Skills, he says he's sorting it' He shrugs. 'Who knows what that means. If I'm not home by morning, call the cops'

'Will do' She grins. A car horn sounds out front 'Oh that'll be Brooke'

'Ok, be safe' He kisses her.

'You too, I'll speak to you later'

'Yeah, try not to miss me too much'

'Oh don't worry, I don't tend to think of you at all when I'm with the other guy' She laughs at his long face. 'Don't worry, it's not serious. Just meaningless sex' She shoots him a toothy grin. 'See ya later babe'

'That's so not funny'

'Knock, Knock. Mr Scott, you have a delivery' Brooke hollers, drumming her hand against the front door. 'Luke!'

Lucas groans, flipping on the hall light. 'Alright, alright, Jesus Brooke' He mutters, opening the door, his eyes widening considerably at the sight of his fiancée, leaning awkwardly on Brooke.

'I have one very tipsy Miss Sawyer soon to be Scott'

'Lukey!' Peyton cries dramatically.

'God, how much has she had?' He questions, wrapping a supportive arm around the unstable blonde's body.

'Enough to climb onto a bar and dance in front of a club full of jeering guys' Lucas' gaze jolts back to the nonchalant brunette. 'It's alright, I fort them off. Besides, she hardly ever goes out out, she's allowed to be wasted' A bubbly Brooke shrugs indifferently.

'I missed you' Peyton slurs, laying her head on his shoulder.

'I missed you too boozey' He can't help but smile down at her.

'Well Julian was at the club and gave us lift back, he's waiting in the car. So I'm going to love ya and leave ya kids'

'That's right, you get her drunk and I'll take care of her' Lucas mumbles.

'Uhuh' Brooke winks. 'I'll call you tomorrow P. Sawyer'

He watches his friend skip back down the path. He catches Julian's eye and frowns, he knows it's ridiculous but knowing she's been in the same car as him, leaves him more than a little bit mift.

He averts his eyes to the sleepy figure, hanging off of him. 'Come on, let's get you some asprin'

'I'm fineee' She insists as he leads her through the house and into the kitchen, sitting her on the table edge. She flops back against the hard surface.

'Yeah, but you're going to have one massive headache in the morning if you don't take anything.' He says knowingly.

'Did you have a fabulous night with the guys?' She sings breathily.

He chuckles. Drunk Peyton is a rare occurrence and he can't help but laugh at her 'Yeah, I had a fabulous night. How about you, did you have fun?'

'Uhuh. I danced, danced, danced'

'So I heard, party girl'

'Where did you go?'

'Skills insisted we go to some kinky club downtown'

She goes cross eyed, pulling herself upright 'Kinky?' her face contorts at the sudden movement.

'Yeah, there were a load of strippers'

'Strippers' The amount of alcohol in her system inhibits any usual attempt she would've made to hide the jealous frown that forms. 'Strippers?'

'Yeah Strippers. Here, two aspirin' He pops the two tablets into her mouth and holds the glass of water to her lips. She gulps down the cool liquid.

'Strippers? Lucas it wasn't your fucking stag night'

'Alright, temper, temper' He teases. She's never been the possessive type. She's always trusted him so her words come as a surprise. 'It's no big deal'

'Well I think it is' She moans loudly, slipping off the edge of the table. She staggers out of the kitchen, Lucas close behind.

'You're jealous' He smirks gleefully as they enter the bedroom.

'Am not' She retorts immaturely, belly flopping onto the mattress. Her skirts rides up in the process and he's got a perfect view of her pantie covered backside 'Diyouhavyouowdance?' She mumbles into the covers.

He tears his gaze away from her ass and sits at the top of the bed. 'What was that? I can't hear you?'

She cranes her head up. 'Did you have your own private little lap dance?' She seethes.

'Of course I didn't, all I was thinking the whole time we were there was that none of those girls would ever be half as gorgeous as you'

'But you were looking.' She blindly grabs a pillow, shuffling onto her knees and aiming for his head. She misses. Lucas resists the laughter that's building in the back of his throat at her lack of coordination.

'Hey, come on, have you ever been in one of these places? It's kinda hard not to notice a load of topless women walking around, I'm only human'

'You're a jackass'

'And you're jealous' He sticks his bottom lip out, imitating her long face.

'Wouldn't you be, if you knew I'd been out dancing with a load of guys?'

'Apparently you have' He shoots back. The thought sends his eyes green.

'No' She shakes her head.

'Dancing on a bar in the middle of club full of guys doesn't count? In front of Julian?' She scrunches her eyes up tight. She's definitely drank too much. Why can't he keep still? 'Apparently you've been acting like a stripper, maybe they'll give you a job down at the place I was at tonight'

'Take that back' She scowls. 'God, just, just cause we're getting married doesn't m-mean you fucking own me. I'm still allowed to, to go out and have fun Lucas Scott. I'm not going to be one of those girls that just sits in every night with her husband. I have friends t-too you know' She blinks.

He smirks. She's trying to appear angry, but in her intoxicated state she sound's nothing of the sort. 'I know' He nods. 'I'd just prefer it if you kept your strip teases to a minimum, say the bedroom maybe?'

'And I'd prefer it if you'd not go to strip clubs full stop'

'Maybe I wouldn't be compelled to if you'd see to my lap dancing needs from time to time' He mocks, leaning back against the pillows and awaiting her feisty retort that was sure to follow.

It doesn't come.

The springs in the mattress squeak as she struggles to her feet.

His smile falters 'Hey, where're you going? I was joking, come back'

She crosses the room on wobbly limbs, nearly falling flat on her face when she trips over the edge of the rug.

'You ok there Bambi?'

She ignores his remark, hands fumbling through her stacks of records.

'What're you doing?'

With surprising precision, considering her inebriated state, she positions her chosen vinyl record into place and holds the needle as it moves down the grooves. It skips a couple of times but then Elvis Costello's I Want You, fills the room. She turns around.

'You just hinted for me to give you a lap dance, did you not?'

'I-I was kidding' He splutters.

She reaches a hand behind her, releasing her hair slide. Suddenly her curls cascade around her face, just the way he likes it and she's giving him that look and he knows he's done for.

'Peyt...' His voice teeters. He has to stop this before it even begins. 'It's late, we-we should sleep'

She's deaf to his words. All she can hear is the words of Elvis Costello, the vibrations pump through her blood taking control of her every limb.

Her eyes are closed and her body is rocking sensually to the music. It's not long until he's completely entranced. Her fingers trail up her top, effortlessly unfastening the buttons and he sinks back against the pillow, idly watching.

There's no harm in just watching, right? He just can't touch.

She rolls her shoulders back. Her top falls. Her eyes open and she takes a shaky breath. She can feel the heat of his gaze, radiating over her cool skin.

Her dainty hands fall to her hips and she saunters forward with surprising agility.

'Take it off' He pleads.

'What?'

'Your skirt, take it off' He demands bluntly. He's no longer thinking, his mind is solely consumed with Peyton and his selfish need for her. Her fingers dance over her toned stomach, deliberately taking their time. They finally reach the waist band and linger on the silver button. He waits with baited breath. He's fighting the urge to rip the article of clothing down her slender legs, fighting the urge to throw her onto the bed.

The button's snapped free and the zips jolted down.

He licks his lips.

'Take it off' He orders impatiently.

He can feel her smirk, glaring down on him. He knows she's taking delight in this little game.

She rolls her hips to the music and twirls not so gracefully. She's drunk. She's drunk and her sense of coordination isn't exactly at it's best but she's still so unbelievably fucking sexy.

She finally shimmies out of the restrictive material and he groans loudly. Yes, definitely sexy. He drinks in her legs, legs that go on for fucking ever, legs that are suddenly within his reach.

He gulps.

'You're so fucking hot'

'Hotter than the sluts you spent the evening with?'

'The hottest stripper I know' He grins.

She kneels onto the mattress, a leg either side of him, her chest level with his eyes, her body still swaying.

Her arms move behind her and she unclasps her bra. He can't breathe. The satin material falls off of her and she tosses it onto the floor.

His eyes explore her newly exposed chest, the perfect curves that will forever have him mesmerized.

He's not had the liberty of seeing her like this in what feels like eternity.

Her dancing has stopped. She's focused on his alluring lips. Her silky skin looks so inviting and he has an overwhelming desire to touch her.

The music stops, replaced with the low hum of the needle scratching carelessly over the record.

'It's finished' Her voice drones thickly.

He just about manages a nod.

Her body settles hesitantly against his, the heat of her skin radiating through his t-shirt.

He emits a breathy groan. He's not sure how he's meant to control himself. He's meant to be the responsible one. She's in no way accountable for her actions, it's up to him to stop this. But he can't. He needs this, needs her, needs to feel her.

His coarse hand runs up her side. He'd forgotten how soft she is, how perfectly sculpted she is, how her body moulds against his own.

Her back arches and he cherishes the feel of her chest pressed into his.

She rolls her hips against him and he grapples at the sheets beneath them. 'Peyt we can't' He mutters quietly. She doesn't hear, he didn't want her to hear. He's trying to regulate his breathing, he's trying to stop this but it's just an exercise in futility. He's powerless. She's Peyton Sawyer. How can he possibly resist?

He snaps, ungraciously flipping them over and jerking her back onto the mattress.

Her stomach contracts pleasurably as his weight settles between her thighs and he grinds against her, trying to relieve some of the pent up tension.

A lazy smile curls her lips, this is her favorite place to be. This is what she'd been missing most. She can positively say that there was something undeniably safe about having his powerful muscular arms enveloping her, his heavy weight holding her down.

He peppers kisses down her pale, slender neck and when his warm mouth encompasses a breast, her back arcs off of the bed, her delicate fingers weaving into his hair.

He loves the breathy murmurs that escape her lips. He loves the way the foot of her shoe is running idly up and down the back of his leg.

His hand slides beneath her, over the lace of her black underwear to cup her ass. He presses her against him and they both groan at the delightful contact.

'Fuck me Luke' She pleads bluntly, desperately. 'Please' She throws her head back.

He smiles.

'Please' She whimpers impatiently, writhing beneath him.

He wants to, he doesn't think he's ever craved anything more, he's been having Peyton Sawyer withdrawal symptoms, he needs her desperately. But some thing's stopping him, some thing's preventing him from continuing.

'I will not be participating in any sexual activity until our wedding night' Her stern voice reigns in his mind.

He tries to ignore it but the inner voice continues to repeat itself.

'I will not be participating in any sexual activity until our wedding night'

'Urgh' He groans in irritation. God damn his conscience. He rolls off of her, panting as he stares up at the ceiling.

'Where've you gone?' She complains.

'I'm sorry but I know you're going to be pissed at me in the morning if I let this carry on' He rasps.

'Why? No I won't' She argues.

'Baby, you've been keeping this whole no sex thing up for the last month and a half.'

'I want you. Pleaaaase' She whines.

'Uh uh. We've gone so long, you were right this morning. It would be pointless'

'I didn't mean it'

'I'm pretty sure you did'

'Soooo, that was sober Peyton, you're with drunk Peyton now. That means you can get me to do whatever you want' She husks.

'Yeah' He swallows thickly. 'But I'm pretty scared of sober Peyton tomorrow morning'

'I won't be mad. I promise, please Luke'

He's been trying to get her to crack since the day she implored this stupid plan and he's finally gotten just what he wanted and yet he's turning her down. He groans. He can't think when she's topless and looking at him like that. He takes a shaky breath. 'No Peyt'

'Please, you know you want to'

'God I want to' He agrees.

'Then have me' She insists, laying back down and reaching for his hand.

'Baby' He moves onto his side, their noses touching.

'I know this whole no sex thing is pissing you off and soon you're going to go off me, So we'll just forget it, I don't care' She rambles.

'I'm not pissed off and that will never happen' He assures her.

'You're going to start looking somewhere else for sex soon, you've already felt the need to go to a strip club' She whimpers and tears fill her eyes.

'No, Skills felt the need to drag us all to a strip club because you insisted we have a guys and girls night' He amends 'And anyway, after that lap dance I think you've safely got me glued to your side'

She sniffles.

'I'm not going anywhere. I have the prettiest most perfect girl right here' He rubs circles on her lower back.

'Promise?'

'I promise' He cocoons her in a warm embrace, holding her against his chest. He knows she's been drinking and is being completely irrational and unrealistic, but it still hurts that she'd think he'd sleep with someone else. He kisses her forehead. 'It's just you a me baby, I'd never hurt you like that. I only have eyes for you' He coos into her ear, surprising himself with his impressively calming voice, considering the somewhat painful erection pressing against her thigh.

She doesn't reply.

'Peyt?' He unravels his arms and looks down. He shakes his head. She's completely past out. A lock of her disheveled hair is laying across her face and her mouth is slightly open, heavy, consistent breaths blowing the blonde strands into the air. He brushes her hair back and stares at her. He's tempted to go find a camera and take a picture. She's the epitome of beauty, laying so peacefully, her chest rising and falling. He licks his dry lips. He doesn't need a camera, he knows this vision is going to be permanently engraved into the back of his retinas. Her legs shift as she unconsciously moves and his eyes are drawn to her lower half, gulping as he takes in her black lace briefs and black heels. He closes his eyes tightly, pushing himself off of the mattress. He slides her shoes off and pulls a sheet over her.

Tearing his gaze from her hypnotizing form, he edges to the doorway, muttering as he goes 'Definitely need a cold shower'