'Knock, knock, Wakey, Wakey, rise and shine'

Lucas cringes, jolted from his peaceful slumber at a painfully cheery tone. He unconsciously pulls his sleeping fiancée closer, burying his head in her golden curls.

'I know you're both in there'

A forked crease appears on his forehead as he cranes his neck. Brooke Davis' distinct shadow meets him through the blind on the door. Peyton murmurs something intelligible into his chest.

'Shh, it's ok, she'll get the hint in a minute' He husks hopefully, closing his weary lids with every intention of staying in the warm confines of their bed.

He thinks she's gone but the rattling of the lock causes his sleep filled eyes to open once more.

'What the hell Brooke' He shifts upright as the door flies open and in marches their unwanted visitor. 'Since when do you have a key to my bedroom?' He exclaims gruffly.

'Since when do you lock your door?'

'Since people like you decided you could come strolling in when ever you like, there's such a thing as privacy you know' He glances to his right at the angry red digits on his alarm clock. 'What could you possibly want at 7am in the morning that requires you breaking and entering?'

'You may not have work to day but the rest of the world does- we don't all have the luxury of working our own hours, including Mrs Scott to be' She quips. 'I brought coffee' She sets two steaming Styrofoam cups down on the bedside table.

Lucas throws his head back onto his pillow in exasperation. 'She doesn't have to be there till nine'

'I know but I want to talk bridesmaid dresses' Her nose twitches and two dimples appear, images of divine satin dresses blurring her vision.

'God, anyone would think this is your wedding' He mutters.

'Go away Brooke' Peyton moans, her throat sore from too many alcoholic beverages the night before.

'You have work P Sawyer'

'I don't care, I'm sick'

'You're not sick, you're hung over'

The defiant blonde huffs, snaking her arms around Lucas' torso, the bed sheet falling off her shoulders in the process. 'Make her go away Luke'

When Lucas squints expectantly at his high school friend he's surprised to find her eyes narrowed and her jaw stiffly in place. He knows that look all too well. He's terrified of that look and is immediately fearing for his life.

'What?' He shrugs his free shoulder defensively.

Brooke doesn't respond. She marches over to the bed, whipping back the bed covers to reveal Peyton's creamy olive skin back.

'Lucas Eugene Scott did you have sex with her last night?' She hisses.

'What?' He cries bemusedly.

'It's cold' Peyton whimpers, screwing her eyes up in discomfort.

'Of course it's cold- you're not wearing anything. Lucas, I'm waiting for an answer?' She crosses her arms and taps her foot.

'Ok, just so you know, there's a line and you just crossed it. It's none of your business what Peyton and I do okay?'

'She was under the influence of alcohol and you take advantage-'

He laughs in disbelief.

'It's not funny and I sure as hell know she won't find it in the slightest bit amusing'

Peyton, who is becoming increasingly aware of the pair bickering and the cool air on her uncovered back, reluctantly sits up, scratching her head and announcing loudly 'I have a headache'

He can't help it, his gaze trails down to her chest.

'Lucas' He knows the words that follow are guaranteed to be nothing but sweet. Brooke's hips sashay forward and she sits on the edge of the mattress, draping the bed sheet round her best friend protectively. 'You can stop drawling now. You're unbelievable, you knew she didn't want to have sex till your wedding night'

Peyton slowly registers what's just been said and stares down at the white cotton concealing her near naked form and then back to Lucas, her eyes widening in outrage.

'Out' She mutters wearily, wincing when her head pounds.

Lucas grins smugly at Brooke, gleefully waiting for her to drag her feet in the direction of the door.

'Lucas. Out' Peyton addresses. His head swivels.

'Me?'

'No Mother freaking goose- of course you' She hits his shoulder. 'Now'

Brooke quirks her brow, biting back the evil chuckle that's daring to escape her cherry painted lips.

'You're kidding. Peyton-'

'You heard her Luke' Brooke grabs him by the sleeve of his t-shirt, dragging him to the entrance. 'Out' She smiles, giving him a condescending hand wave before slamming the door after him.

'Unfucking believable- this is my freaking house' He pounds his fist on the wood. 'My bedroom! I didn't do anything! You should be thanking me, you have no idea what actually happened last night- we didn't have sex'

He hasn't spoken to her since he was rudely thrown out of his own room. He's decided to make amends though by sweetly picking her up from work before they go round Haley and Nathan's for a dinner to celebrate Nathan making the NBA finals, but his understanding soon transfers into anger when he reaches the doorway to the studio. She's sat on the side of a table, endless legs tauntingly on display. Her nimble fingers twirling a strand of hair while she smiles at the man standing confidently before her.

'So, I know this is kind of weird and I never usually do this and it's probably not a good idea seeing as we're hopefully going to be working together but, do you maybe... want to get a drink some time?' The ramble of words leaves the strangers mouth and are a catalyst to Lucas' already burning desire to kick this rock star wannabee right out of Tree Hill.

A blush filters through her cheeks and she smiles shyly before dangling her hand out in front of him. The glint of her beloved engagement ring answering his question.

'Oh'

'I'm sorry. I'm completely in love' She admits softly. And for a moment, just a fraction of a second, Lucas' lips curve upward with pride.

'Well who ever he is, he's a lucky guy' The man shoves his hands awkwardly in his pocket and scuffs his feet on the hard wood. 'I hope you're not going to feel weird about us now'

Peyton's head shakes vigorously. 'Of course not, it's cool' She stands and Lucas wants nothing more than to order her to change out of that dress, it's ridiculously short. 'I'll check my diary and talk to Haley and let you know a date when we can talk contracts and stuff' She explains flippantly. Contracts? Lucas shakes his head. She still wants to sign this guy when he's clearly looking down the low cut neckline of her dress right now. His cheeks are burning. Enough is enough. He wraps his hand against the glass before striding in.

'Luke' Peyton smiles genuinely and somewhat bashfully.'What're you doing-'

She doesn't finish her sentence because he's right in front of her and his lips are claiming hers in a childish display of ownership.

She doesn't have the heart to pull back. She knows she mistreated him this morning. Her mind was foggy as to the going ons of the previous night but after throwing up the contents of her stomach and spending the morning at work, she'd slowly pieced together what had actually happened. Lucas Scott was nothing but a gentleman as always, not that she'd really doubted it for a second.

'Hey' He slowly withdraws and grins boyishly and she suddenly has the urge to smack him for kissing her like that when they've got company.

'Hi' She plays it off instead, wiping her swollen lips and shooting the third wheel an apologetic look. 'Luke, this is Jackson'

'Hey' The scruffy haired musician greets, his eyes filled with unease. He politely holds his hand out and Lucas shakes it just a little too enthusiastically.

Peyton warily puts herself between the two. 'Well- I'll call you' She smiles warmly.

'Right' Jackson nods. 'I guess I'll be seeing you'

He gives a brief wave of the hand before gladly leaving the suddenly humid studio.

'I'll be seeing you' Lucas mimics with a scowl. 'Who does he think he is? That's my line'

The whites of her eyes show as she rolls her orbs of green in disbelief. She hits him on the shoulder. 'What's wrong with you?'

'Me?' He cries. 'Nothings wrong with me'

'You're being a complete ass. You nearly broke his arm'

'I did not break his arm, I merely shook it'

'A few more shakes and it would have been disconnected from his body'

'I think you're over reacting' He folds his arms indifferently. 'I was just being friendly'

'Whatever' She mumbles. 'Lets just, just go'

She walks ahead of him the whole way to the car and when he attempts to open the mustangs door for her she nudges him away.

'Okay' He sighs, getting in his side and starting the ignition. 'I'm sorry. Alright? I'll refrain from being polite in future' He pulls out of the parking lot.

'Lucas you practically molester me in front of him. I know you're sexually frustrated, but-'

'No-'

'Brooke says you're bound to be irritable-'

'And Brooke knows everything doesn't she' He snaps. 'I'm pissed Peyton. I'm pissed cause I was accused of taking advantage of you, I'm pissed cause Brooke Davis seems to know every detail of our intimate relationship, I'm pissed because I just walked in on you flirting with some guy'

She shakes her head in disbelief. Yes, he had a right to be annoyed about Brooke, he had a right to be pissed about that morning and she had had every intention of apologising but flirting? No, she would not be accused of that. 'I was at work Lucas, having a meeting with a possible artist and you get all possessive-'

'I'm not possessive'

'You should turn right here' She interrupts. He ignores her suggestion. 'Lucas we're going to be late, turn back and go right'

'This way is quicker'

'Not on a Friday afternoon at six when everyone's heading home from work, you're going to hit traffic'

'Who's car is this Peyton?'

She scowls. 'Yours'

'And who's driving'

'Lucas-'

'Who's driving?'

'You are'

'Exactly, It's my car and I'm the driver, I'll decide which way we go'

'You're such a jerk sometimes' She huffs, turning her head to look out the window. For the next five minutes they sit in silence until they turn onto the main road and sure enough hit six o clock traffic.

He's not spoken to her for the rest of the car ride and he's stomping up the path ahead of her now.

When Haley opens the door with a more than excited Jamie he mumbles a not so cheery hello.

'What's wrong Uncle Lucas?'

'Ignore him Jamie' Peyton answers. 'You're Uncle Lucas is sulking cause I'm a better navigator than he is'

Lucas snorts.

'What's a navigator?'

'Someone that guides the way' Lucas explains in simple terms. 'Which Peyton can't do to save her life'

The blondes eyes narrow. 'If I'd been driving we would have been here half an hour ago'

'Yes' He agrees condescendingly. 'But our lives would have been endangered, I'm sure'

'I'm a good driver' Peyton claims indignantly.

'Sure'

'I am'

'Do me a favor Jamie, never get a girlfriend'

'You can tell your uncle Lucas he should be careful what he wishes for, he'll be lucky if he has a fiancée let alone a girlfriend at the end of the day if he carries on'

'You can tell Peyton to stop being such a drama queen Jamie'

James Scott's innocent eyes flicker between the two adults. Haley rests a reassuring hand on her sons shoulder.

'Says the person that thinks I have ulterior motives other than work while at work'

'He was looking down your dress'

'He was not'

'You were flirting'

Peyton laughs at the absurdity of his statement. 'He asked me out Lucas, he was a nice guy and he asked me out and I told him I was engaged, engaged to you'

'He asked you out and yet you're still discussing signing him'

'He's a great artist, I'd be foolish not to. What the hells wrong with you, you're never like this'

He runs a hand over his forehead.

'I can't believe you're actually asking me to put my career on the line just because you're concerned about a little male competition. I can't believe you don't trust me'

'Of course I trust you'

'Evidently not'

'God, just shut up' He groans immaturely.

'Excuse me?' His tone takes her completely off guard. He trusts her, it's the male species he finds hard to have faith in. He just doesn't think she realises how unbelievably hot she is and how much he worries about her.

'Just be quiet'

'Don't tell me to shut up Lucas'

He finally lifts his dark orbs and he can't help but smile. He hasn't seen that look in a while and god he loves it. She's got that sarky frown on her face and it's nothing but a turn on. When she'd attempted to hate him in high school he'd got that look a lot, it had never scared him off, it had only made him work that much harder to talk to her.

'Don't laugh at me? Does it look like I find it funny?' She demands furiously. She's well aware of her sister in law to be watching this ridiculous argument and she couldn't be any more humiliated. She can't even remember why she's pissed at him right now.

He shakes his head and steps forward.

Her brow furrows even further at his sudden closeness and then his head is angled towards hers and he's kissing her sweet lips.

Her hands automatically fly out to push him away. She's angry at him. How dare he even attempt to kiss her right now?!

'Lucas' She exclaims. She stumbles as he presses her back into the wall, muffling her words of protest when he reunites their lips. She fights him for all of a second before her mouth opens at his command.

Nathan and Brooke have appeared to see what all the commotion is. Haley and Nathan watch on, eyes wide with horror, while Brooke grins smugly.

'Jamie come help me set the table' The young mother insists, grabbing the youngsters wrist and yanking him down the hall.

Her eyes are closed and her body's quivering.

He smirks. 'You're so hot when you're mad'

His remark reminds her that she's indeed meant to be mad. Her lids shoot open and she glares.

'I love you'

'I so don't like you right now' She slips from his embrace.

'That hurts Peyt, right here' He taps his heart.

'I can't believe you just did that, in front of our friends, in front of your five year old nephew' She hisses. 'Unbelievable'

He chuckles, he loves that he has so much control over her, she's still reeling from their fifteen minute make out session and he has to say he just doesn't care what his friends think. 'Come on, you loved it'

'Don't even talk to me' She warns, waving her hand at him. She goes to stalk away but he grabs her arms and pins her back against the wall. 'Lucas. Let. Go.'

'Not until you say- I love you Lucas'

'Over my dead body'

'Then you're going to be standing here for a long time'

'Uncle Luke, Mamma said to tell you dinners ready and no more making out in front of me.'

'We'll be there in a sec buddy'

Jamie rolls his eyes comically and turns dramatically, his small basket ball thudding against the hard wood floor as he goes.

'Say it'

'Lucas seriously, behave' She scorns. 'They're waiting for us'

'You're the one that's causing the hold up sweetheart'

'You're unbelievable' She's finding it difficult not to smile and is trying to avoid his eyes so he doesn't see the glimer of humour.

'Me? Baby you're unbelievable, you've been accusing me of being sexually frustrated but you're the one that finds me irresistable'

'Says the man that's got me pinned against the wall' She scoffs. She knows he's right, but like hell is she going to admit it. She was up for apologising earlier that morning, she'd been the one that had enforced this stupid no sex rule and she'd also been the one to beg him to break it, who was she to be angry with him? But then he'd gone and acted like a complete jerk and she was far too stubborn to relent just yet.

She runs her forefinger down his chest and settles it just above his belt.

He visibly stiffens.

She's cruel. So cruel.

He trains her digits with his eyes.

Her eyebrow kinks seductively. He's let go of her arms now and she's the one in complete control and she can't deny she doesn't like that.

'Come on you guys, dinners done!' Brooke hollers impatiently.

His eyes are closed and a groan is upon his lips when she pushes past him, making sure to brush her knee against him in the most inappropriate of places.

She smirks gleefully at the loud breath he takes. 'What's wrong baby?'

He squints back and forces a sweet smile. 'Nothing'

'You sure?'

'Yep' He answers breezily, settling his hand at the bottom of her back. It fits perfectly. God he loves her back, the beautifuly sculpted curve of her spine. He licks his lips with a little shake of the head, he's not going to torture himself, she's making him suffer enough as it is.

They enter the dining room together. Everyone else is already seated, already tucking into the delicious food laid out before them.

'It's nice of you to join us' Haley smiles sarcastically.

'Sorry' They both say in unison and Haley forgives them. They're just too perfect together.

'Peyton will you sit next to me? Sit next to me!' Jamie chants, patting the chair beside him enthusiastically.

'Of course I will J Luke, you're the only guy for me' She gives him a high five as she sits down.

Lucas smiles, he loves watching her interact with his nephew. She always does it so effortlessly and he can't say it doesn't have him thinking about getting her pregnant with their own child.

'This looks great Hales' Peyton claps, eying the homemade feast appreciatively.

'Well, it wasn't all done by me. Brooke helped'

'Brooke Davis and cooking?' Lucas teases.

'I'm very good I'll have you know'

Lucas has another witty remark on the tip of his tongue but Peyton cuts off his words, knowing that a wound up Brooke Davis isn't going to be any fun for anyone.

'Well cheers Nate, Congratulations' She announces, everyone follows suit, raising their glasses in cheers.

'So you two, have you decided on the perfect honeymoon destination?' Trust Brooke to get onto the subject of the wedding.

'France/Hawaii' They declare in unison.

Peyton blinks at Lucas. It's the one thing they can't agree on. She wants the romantic city of Paris, He wants sun and sand.

She frowns, toeing off her shoe under the table, she lets her foot drift up his trouser covered calf and raises her brow tauntingly.

'We decided Paris'

'No we didn't' He argues. 'You decided Paris' He's going to hold his ground, the whole table knows he'll give in eventually. Since when has he ever said no to Peyton Sawyer? He just has to put on a front, more importantly, show Nathan that she hasn't got him wrapped around her finger, he doesn't want to endure weeks of teasing down at the river court, but that's already a given.

Her toes work their way higher.

'Yes. We. Did'

He drops his cutlery and she has to fight not to giggle. His large hand wraps around her ankle and he gives her a warning look.

'I want to go to Paris, I've always wanted to' She brushes her foot over the inevitable bulge in his pants.

He can't speak. Opening his mouth is surely going to end badly. He bites his tongue, desperately trying to get her foot away but from her position she's got the power to withstand his strength.

'Please Luke, Please?'

All eyes are flickering between the two, waiting for Lucas' much anticipated response.

'Please?' Her plea coincides with another teasing brush against him. He wants to wipe that pretty smile off her face.

'Fine'

'What?'

'I said fine, Paris. We'll go to Paris' He exhales quickly.

'You know you're really not funny'

'Huh?'

'You know what' Lucas' oh so perfect hands find their way around her toned mid section.

She's been given the task of icing the cake. The tip of her tongue is pressed against her front teeth as she concentrates on squeezing orange icing into a basket ball design.

'Your evil. You know that?'

'Luke I'm kinda busy' She dismisses. 'Can you get off me'

'And why should I do what you want. I can't believe you did that. At the table- with all our friends' His tone deepens.

'I didn't touch you'

He chuckles, kissing the bare skin on her shoulder. Her breath hitches and to her total dismay he hears.

'I can play your game to you know?' He husks.

One hand tightens around her waist, holding her firmly, while the other drifts south, effortlessly hoisting the floral material up her thighs. Her fingers fly to his, wrapping fiercely around his wrist.

'Don't you dare' She hisses under her breath. Her head jerks to Haley, thankful to find the brunettes head in a cupboard, busily unloading plates for dessert, oblivious to their little charade across the room. 'Lucas'

'I'm not touching you Peyt' He kisses her neck this time as his hand finds the silk of her underwear. She gasps. The perfectly sculpted words on the cake transforms into a mess of black, no longer reading 'Congratulations Nathan'

'How's the cake coming Sawyer?' Haley's voice slices through the air, she briefly glances over to her friend, not surprised to find Lucas wrapped around her.

Peyton's eyes close tightly and she bites her lip, dropping the icing pen all together, in favour of gripping the side board.

'Oh it's looking great' Lucas is forced to answer for her. She can feel his smirk against her neck and her nails dig into his arm. 'Really, really great'

'Okay. I'll meet you guys in there'.

'You messed it...up' Her blonde curls tickle his cheek as she rests her head back against him. A whimper passes her lips. 'God Luke that feels....'

'Feels what baby?'

'So, so good'

He smiles, they're cheek to cheek.

'Please'

He almost gives her what she wants. Her hips jolt forward and he wants to touch her just as much as she wants him to.

But he doesn't, he restrains himself, although it takes all his will power.

He withdraws his hand and pecks her shoulder. 'They're waiting'

'No' She whimpers.

But he's gone and her legs are shaking and god he's a fucking dick.

'God, what's wrong with them two, they can't keep their hands off of each other' Haley sets a pile of dessert plates down on the green table cloth.

'They're young and in love' Brooke shrugs but her toothy smile doesn't go unnoticed.

'Brooke' Haley raises her eyebrows. 'What aren't you telling us?' She demands in Mrs Scott teacher voice.

'Nothing' She tries.

'Brooke'

She can't help it. She's a gossiper. It's in her genes, it's not her fault. 'P Sawyer may have decided that she doesn't want to have sex again until her wedding night' She blurts quietly, eyes wide with excitement.

'What?' Nathan finally speaks. 'Peyton decided that all by herself?' He finds it hard to believe, it's no secret that the pair have a more than healthy sexual relationship.

'Well I may have suggested-'

'Of course you did' Haley interrupts, but she smiles dreamily. 'I think it's sweet though'

'How long has she been enforcing this on Luke?' Nathan grins.

'Six weeks' Brooke answers enthusiastically, warily looking at the door to check they're still alone.

'Six weeks!?' Nathan laughs. 'Poor Luke. No wonder he's in a foul mood. There's no way they'll last another six'

'Do you know how stubborn Peyton can be?'

'They were practically doing it in the hall way earlier'

'Are you proposing a bet Nathan Scott?' Brooke places her hands on hips.

'I give it two weeks' He nods.

'Haley?' Brooke kinks an eyebrow.

The young mother shakes her head, fiddling with a napkin. She won't participate in such childish games. But her competitiveness within takes hold. 'Four weeks' The words fall from her mouth in a hushed whisper.

Brooke's mouth curves into an even bigger smile. 'The winner gets fifty dollars and the looser's stay behind after the wedding to help clear up. Agreed?'

'Agreed'

She'd spent the rest of the evening ignoring him and when he'd announced they were leaving she'd stubbornly told him she wasn't ready to go and that Brooke would give her a ride back. He'd told her not to be childish and when she'd not budged from her seat he'd said his goodbye's to everyone but her and left her to sulk.

An hour later he hears a car pull up outside.

She takes her time but she finally appears in their bedroom door.

'Hi'

He smiles.

'What're you doing?' She asks gingerly.

'Pretending to work.... Waiting for you to get home'

She nods. 'I'm sorry. I'm a bitch' She gushes, taking two paces until she's at his desk.

'You're not-'

'Yes, yes I am' She sits down on his laps. 'I- I remember what happened last night. It was me. I'm the one that wanted it. You, you stopped it. You're more restrained than me, I can't function and-'

'Peyton' He cups her chin. 'I'm the one that should be sorry. What I did earlier, I'm sorry. It wasn't fair to touch you like that-'

'I did the same thing. I started it, I just, I wanted you to want me as much as I want-'

'Do you have any idea how badly I want you?' He laughs. 'Because I'm going insane.'

'You are?'

He tugs her closer. 'Don't you know that already?'

A coy smirk forms and he knows she can feel his aching erection.

'Maybe' She links her hands behind his neck and they rest their foreheads together.

They stare at each other. They have a mutual understanding, their need for each other is all that matters right now. Their no sex before marriage agreement is somehow forgotten and they're kissing with a heated purpose. Hands are everywhere and they're moving against each other like two teenagers that are finally giving in to that burning desire for the first time.

'Luuuuuuuke!!!'

Both blondes tear apart.

They both know that shrill girly screech.

Lily Scott.

'Where are you?! Your favouritist sister is here!'