A/N Thanks for the reviews guys. I'm back from my travels now and this is an extra long chapter for all you people that have stuck with me even though I've been a completely rubbish updater! Hope you like it and keep your eyes open for updates of my other stories, I'm in the process of trying to get back to writing them!

'Luke do you like these?' Peyton inquires. She's holding up one of the centerpieces.

She'd asked him what he thought they should have weeks ago and he'd merely shrugged, saying he didn't mind and that she should choose. So she did and they've just arrived. She wavers the silver pot of white Orchids, blue corn flowers and Ivy in his face. She thinks they're beautiful and they match her bouquet perfectly.

'They're really pretty babe' He mutters distractedly. They're at Tric and making sure everything is ready for tomorrow, he's staring at a seating plan and wishing they'd not done this all themselves and got a wedding planner instead.

'Yeah?' Peyton scowls.

'Uhuh'

'Lucas' She snaps 'You haven't even looked'

He jumps at her tone, his head jolting up. 'They're lovely' He nods and then looks back down, sticking his pen in his mouth.

'You don't like them' She grumbles.

'Yes I do' He argues.

She turns her back to him and he sighs. She's pissed off now.

'Peyt' He abandons his bits of paper and stands up, making the few paces over to her. 'I'm sorry' He declares.

'It would be nice if you could show some fucking interest. I've done all of this myself and you don't even care what colours the flowers are or how much time I've spent choosing everything'

He sidles up behind her, placing one hand on her hip and the other on her forearm. 'I do care' And he really does. It's just flowers aren't his forte, she's the visually artistic one and he just figures she's best and doing all this stuff. He looks at the centrepieces properly. They really are beautiful and very Peyton Sawyer. His eyes drift over the place name cards she's hand made, all with little gold comet's in the corner and he smiles. 'These are really beautiful baby'

Her pout softens. 'You really like them?'

'Of course I do, you did them'

She smiles a little at this and relaxes in his arms. 'Wait till you see the cake and the little cup cakes- they've got baby comets all over them' She tilts her head back and smiles up at him and he taps her nose with a grin of his own.

'I'm sure they're perfect'

'How's the seating plan going?'

'Well, I can't decide where to put Julian'

'On our table' Peyton decides simply.

'No, see I don't want him on our table cause-'

'Luke' Peyton turns in his arms. 'Seriously, he's in love with Brooke and not that she's going to admit it anytime soon but she's in love with him. If you banish him from the table, you're banishing her and if you banish her you're banishing me and if you-'

'I've got the picture, okay Julian gets to be on our table. 'I need to-'

He watches her twirl her long hair around and cleverly pin it up with a pencil to keep it off of her back and he is temporarily stunned into silence by how sexy she is.

'You need?' She widens her eyes expectantly.

He can think of many inappropriate things to reply with but decides to behave himself. 'I need to go get more chairs from the store cupboard.'

'I'll help' She pecks his lips sweetly and then they walk hand in hand out into the corridor to the small store room.

Lucas gets straight on the job, lifting a stack of chairs out of the small cupboard and Peyton lets herself stand and admire him hauling them around.

'I thought you were going to help lady' He sends her an appraising look.

'I'm quite happy watching. Have you been working out Scott?'

He lets out a heavy breath and sets down another stack.

She's looking at him so seductively that he decides he's allowed to be inappropriate. He grabs the front of her shirt and tugs her inside the dingy room.

'Luke!' She giggles and shrieks when he closes the door, immersing them in darkness.

He pushes her back, blindly avoiding the chairs and pressing her against the shelves.

He smirks. 'I might have been playing a little more basket ball with Nate lately, it helps with stress' He husks into her ear.

'It shows' She whispers, squeezing the top of his arm, while her other hand skims beneath his t-shirt to hook a finger in a belt loop, jerking him closer.

'Hm, Peyton Sawyer' He murmurs gruffly. 'You're not very good at playing the role of the innocent bride'

She kisses the corner of his mouth.

'But I am the innocent, untouched bride Luke' She claims sweetly.

'Really?'

'Uhuh'

His hot breath tickles her neck and his tongue flicks out to dance across her silky skin and he's about to tell her that he can't wait to have his way with her tomorrow night when they both hear the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the lock.

Lucas' head jerks up. 'Did you hear that?'

'Yes' Peyton shoves past him, fumbling across the dark space and grasping at the door handle. It won't open. 'It won't open!' She exclaims. 'Someones in here!' She shouts, bashing her hands against the door. 'Hello! Open the door'

Haley smiles deviously.

'Hales what are you doing?' Nathan crosses his arms in front of his chest and looks down on his wife.

She sucks in her bottom lip and looks down like a little girl about to be told off.

'Hello!? Open the door' Peyton's muffled voice sounds.

'Is that Peyton?' Nathan questions.

'We're in here' Lucas' joins in.

'Have you locked them in there?'

She doesn't answer.

'Haley?'

'Ok, ok, I may have accidentally locked them in?'

'Accidently?'

'Yeah, in an accidentally on purpose kind of way' She smiles cutely and he stifles the laugh that's building in the back of his throat.

Over the last few weeks, Haley's become ruthlessly competitive, much to Nathan's surprise. It's a side of her that he's not really seen before.

In the first couple of weeks she went out of her way to make sure Lucas and Peyton were never left alone, she sabotaged his each and every chance at winning the bet. When it was coming up for the forth week Haley's tactics changed, she'd made many perfect situations for the two love birds to consummate their love for one another but Brooke had always seemed to be there to intervene. Nathan had taken great amusement in watching the two girls bickering and had found it even more entertaining when his wife had had a temper tantrum when her four weeks were up and Brooke was the certain winner in this childish game.

'Accidentally on purpose? Okay, I'm not even going to try and understand what that means' He grabs her arm and tries to push her aside to free Lucas and Peyton.

'No' Haley hisses.

'Haley you can't lock them up. That's just...wrong' He decides. 'You can't win now, it's over, we lost. It's no big deal'

'Yeah but we can still make sure Brooke doesn't win either' She wiggles her brow in a goofy fashion.

'Haley-'

'Nate' Haley whines back. 'Come on, we can take her down ' She says positively, throwing her fist in the air and he temporarily thinks that his crazy wife has completely lost the plot.

He opens his mouth but closes it again. He'd sure like to wipe that smug look off of Brooke Davis' face. She's taken to rubbing it in their faces every time they see her.

'And if you help me I'll so make it worth your while' She winks.

His eyes narrow and she smiles alluringly. It really doesn't take any persuasion. 'Okay, okay' He's quick to relent. 'They stay locked in the cupboard'

'Yay' She whispers triumphantly. They slowly back away from the door. 'Did you bring in the cakes?'

'Yeah'

'We better finish setting up or Peyton will freak'

'Can you hear someone out there?' Lucas and Peyton strain to listen but fail to establish the owners of the muffled voices.

Lucas wraps his hand against the door for the hundredth time and Peyton rattles the door handle again, hoping it will magically open this time. It doesn't. 'HELP! WE'RE LOCKED IN. OPEN THE DOOR'

The voices die along with their yells, apparently this little store cupboard appears to be somewhat sound proof to whoever is out there.

'I've got so much to be doing' Peyton stomps her foot in distress. 'This is your fault'

'I thought it would be' Lucas mutters.

'You're the one that shut the door'

'Yeah well you didn't have to come help me'

Peyton kicks at the stack of chairs in frustration. 'What if no one finds us? What if we die of starvation and dehydration? What if we miss the wedding?' Her voice grows in pitch and he can't help but laugh. 'This isn't funny. We're going to miss the wedding, maybe this is fates way of telling us we're not meant to be'

'Okay' He cuts her off before she can continue. 'We're not stuck in the dessert Peyt, since when did you become so neurotic?'

'I'm not neurotic'

'You're being a little'

He finds a light switch and light fills the small space and Peyton whacks him.

'Ow'

'I'm just a little stressed out. I'm getting married tomorrow and we're not ready and I'm locked in a freaking cupboard'

'Well, why don't we stop talking about the fact that we're trapped because it's not going to help. We just need something to pass the time' Lucas decides logically.

They both squint in thought.

Lucas knows what he'd like to be doing right now, he's pretty keen to resume what they'd been doing before they realised they were locked in but he can't see her face. He can't tell what she's thinking.

'So do you wanna make out or what?' She sighs. He smiles.

'You read my mind Peyton Sawyer'

He backs her up against the shelves.

'You know this is a pretty awesome fantasy of mine coming to life right here'

'Really?' Peyton quirks a eyebrow. 'The whole secretary thing? I would've never guessed'

'Hm' He pulls the pencil out of her hair and her messy golden locks fall around her face.

'God you drive me insane baby'

'Just kiss me Luke'

'Wow, this place is looking awesome' Brooke announces cheerily, her eyes skittering around Tric. Haley and Nathan have been working hard to finish setting up and everything is nearly in place, the tables are set, the music is ready and the flowers arranged. 'It's going to be beautiul'

Haley and Nathan nod in agreement.

'Have you guys seen Peyton, I need to talk to her about her veil'

'Er no' Nathan shakes his head plaintively.

'What? Peyton and Lucas aren't here?'

'We haven't seen them' Haley lies, skillfully tying a ribbon around the Bride and Groom's chairs.

'No? I thought they'd be here setting up'

'Well we said we'd do it'

'Oh. Ok, well if you see her, tell her I'm looking for her' Brooke frowns a little. They're acting weird, their not making eye contact and she knows that means they're up to something.

'Kay' They both smirk as the brunette's heels click against the floor and she disappears.

Brooke's almost out of the building but she suddenly stops in the corridor.

She thinks she just heard something.

There's a handbag on one of the stacked chairs and her eyes trail over the blue leather design. She recognises it, she brought it herself, she brought it for her best friend. Her eyes are immediately drawn to the cupboard door opposite and then she hears it again, the unmistakable sound of voices. She presses her ear against the wooden surface to hear something clatter to the floor, followed by a moan.

Her hazel eyes narrow. It couldn't be, surely not.

She tries the door handle but it doesn't open and then she hastily twists the key.

The door springs open easily after that and her eyes widen.

Peyton's precariously balanced against the shelves, her high heel placed on one of the stacked chairs and Lucas holding her with one arm, his other hand is under her shirt doing god knows what.

'Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer, Lucas Eugene Scott' She exclaims in outrage.

Both blondes jump and Lucas nearly drops her.

Peyton awkwardly sets her feet back on the floor and straightens out her tight skirt before she addresses her best friend. 'Thanks Brooke, you saved us!' She smiles shyly, her cheeks rosy.

'This is really not the kind of behaviour I expect from you two. I could have been anyone- I could have been Mia, what kind of example is that? You're meant to be the boss. You guys are unbelievable, you've got to wait less than forty eight hours and then-'

'We were just making out, enough of the lectures. It's not our fault, we got locked in' Lucas groans.

Brooke's frown falters for a moment. 'Yeah and I bet I know who's fault it is' She mutters under her breath.

'Huh?'

'Nothing. I need you to come try on your veil P Sawyer?'

'Now?' Peyton staggers out of the store cupboard. 'But there's so much to do here'

'Nathan and Haley have got it handled'

'Nathan and Haley are here?' Lucas asks.

'Uhuh. And you can stay here and help them Lucas Scott'

'But-'

'No buts, say your goodbyes to Peyton because you're not going to be seeing her until tomorrow'

'What?'

Peyton sends Lucas an apologetic look. 'I thought I'd stay at Brooke's tonight' Peyton explains. 'You know, you're not meant to see the bride before the wedding thing'

'Right' He nods.

'Oh god, excuse me while I go vomit. You two are sickening. Seriously? It's one night apart from her'

Peyton laughs, rolling onto the tips of her toes to give him a quick sweet kiss. 'I'll see you tomorrow'

'Okay' He kisses her again.

'Bye' She kisses him.

'Bye. He kisses her.

'Okay, okay' Brooke grabs Peyton's bag and then her arm. 'Enough' She drags Peyton toward the exit.

Peyton smiles over her shoulder, calling back 'I'll see you tomorrow'

It's the morning of the wedding. Everyone is dashing around.

Peyton's on her own, which isn't a good thing right now. She's got a serious case of pre wedding jitters.

The door opens.

'Brooke where the hell have….' Peyton trails off as her eyes meet Karen's in the full length mirror. 'Karen I…sorry I thought you were Brooke'

'She's just adjusting Lily's dress'

Peyton nods, standing to directly face the older women, her hands fidgeting at her sides. She's suddenly very much aware of her clothing, or lack there of. She's wearing her carefully chosen cream corset and she knows she's being stupid- they're both girls after all, she just feels self-conscious standing before her soon to be mother-in-law, in what she hopes will have Lucas in raptures .

'You look beautiful'

'You don't think it's too much?' Peyton looks down at herself. 'Actually don't answer that'

Karen laughs, stepping forward and taking Peyton's hand. 'Sweetie, you look perfect and I know Lucas will think so too'

The twenty four year olds eyes well. 'I'm not ready' She whispers. 'I'm not at all ready. I haven't done my make-up or my hair and Brooke's meant to be helping me and'

'Hey' Karen interrupts gently, sitting her back at the dressing table. 'Brooke will be here in a minute'

Peyton nods seriously. She doesn't want to be this blubbering mess, it's her wedding day and she's meant to be all happy go lucky. It's just since the age of six she always envisioned her mum being here. It's been a decade since her mother's death but still, in all her day dream fantasies she sees Anna Sawyer helping her get ready and calming her jittering nerves.

'Sweetie are you alright?'

Karen's presence suddenly enforces her own mother's absence. She blinks and a tear races down her cheek in a bid of freedom. 'I'm sorry, I'm being a total girl'

'No, no. Darling what's wrong?'

'I just, I always imagined my mum would be here when I did this, that she'd be here helping me get ready, telling me I look beautiful, telling me I'm doing the right thing, that he's the right guy' She rambles 'God I'm sorry, that's so not the kind of thing you want to be hearing right now, I'm not having doubts. I'm not, I just, I don't know'

Karen smiles, crouching down before her, a soothing hand on her knee. 'I can tell you all those things sweetie' She says softly. 'I've known you and Lucas were meant to be together since you were sixteen. And I know you've both hurt each other, and the last few years have been hard but I know my son and I know you're the only girl that's ever had his heart'

Peyton meets her caring gaze. She needed to hear that from someone other than Lucas.

'And you're the most beautiful bride I've ever seen'

Peyton sniffs loudly, swallowing a sob with a laugh. 'That's just a lie'

'A fact. You're a weeping mess and yet you're still the most beautiful bride I've ever seen' Karen winks. Peyton's stomach does flips and a warm sensation feels her whole being. She craves this maternal relationship and she doesn't think Karen quite understands what she means to her.

'Thank you'

'Anytime sweetie' Karen stands up straight, brushing out the crease that's formed in her skirt. 'I actually came in here to give you something'

Peyton tucks a unruly lock behind her ear and watches Karen pull out a thin green, velvet jewellery box from her cream hand bag. 'I thought, if you'd like that is, this could be your something old'

Peyton hesitantly opens the lid. A silver antique chain with three dark emerald stones dazzles up at her. Peyton's jaw drops. 'I…wow'

'You won't know this because I haven't even told Lucas, but when I got pregnant my parents disowned me, well my dad did. He gave me an ultimatum- get rid of the baby or leave'

Peyton frowns, a life without Lucas is incomprehensible to her.

'It's the hardest choice I ever made'

'The best choice you ever made' Peyton blurts. She'll be eternally grateful for Karen's strength of will and resolution.

'I think so. Anyhow, my mother tried to stay in contact but I could never find it in myself to forgive her for not standing up to my father, for me. We'd been so close and she tried to see Lucas a few times but I never let her into the world I created for myself, Something I regret. It's only now, that I'm older that I've got both Lucas and Lily, that I can see how hard it was for her. A couple of years ago, before she died I got back in contact. She apologised and gave me this. I always use to put it on when I was a little girl. She said I should give it to my daughter when she gets married.'

Peyton's eyes flicker, recognition slowly overriding her immediate confusion. 'But I- Lily. Lily's your daughter'

'Yes, but she's six years old and not getting married for a long, long time, I hope. And ever since you and Lucas started going out I've looked at you like a daughter. I'm not trying to replace Anna, Peyton, that's the last thing I want you to think, but I'm here for you. I want you to know that. And besides, it's going to be official in a few hours- you will be my daughter'

Karen watches her warily, unsure how to interpret the blonde's silence.

'But don't feel like you have to accept it, if you've already got something then-'

Karen's trail of thought lapses as Peyton's arms fling around her neck. 'Thank you' She whispers hoarsely. 'I promise I'll look after it'

'I know you will honey. Now why don't we get you ready' She coos.

When Brooke, Haley and Lily enter half an hour later, Peyton's hair and make up is done and the two girls and Karen help her into her dress. Brooke fusses over every details and adds a few more stitches so she's well and truly stitched in and then the three women take a step back and they all struggle not to cry at the sight of her.

Lily twirls around in front of her in her powder blue dress and then slips her hand into Peyton's.

'You're the prettiest bride Peyton'

And for a moment she feels like she really is.

Lucas watches Haley, Brooke, Lily and his mother walk out of the room where he knows Peyton's being hidden.

He stays out of view, smiling slightly as he watches his pretty little sister, skip gleefully down the grand hallway.

It's only when he can no longer hear their voices that he walks over to the door. He takes a deep breath and gently opens it.

Peyton's standing with her back to him but she quickly catches his eye in the mirror.

She drops her lipstick and spins around, her eyes wide as she stares at him. 'Luke'

He stares back. Mouth ajar. There was no doubt in his mind that she'd look beautiful- she always looks beautiful but he's lost for words.

She jolts from her stupor. 'Luke' She hisses this time, stumbling behind the screen in the far corner to hide herself. 'What the hell are you doing?'

She's taking the whole, you can't see the groom before you're married thing very seriously.

He shakes his head and laughs.

'It's not funny- you can't see me'

'I just did'

'And now we're doomed for life'

'Doomed?'

'It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding dumb ass'

'Oh come on, you don't believe that stuff'

'Get out'

'But the damage is done now' He argues, 'Come out'

'No'

'Then you don't get your present'

Her head peeks round the screen. 'Present?'

He smiles. 'You look breath taking'

'Nice try mister. Don't play with me. I'm not coming out'

He steps forward.

'Don't you dare come any closer'

'I really have got you a present' He rolls his eyes and stretches his hand out and she suspiciously reaches for the small box, being careful to keep the whole of her dress concealed.

'This better be good Lucas Eugene Scott'

Her head's disappears from view again and he can hear her untying the dark blue ribbon with haste.

'Cause you've potentially ruined our marriage before it's even begu…' She trails off, an indication that she's reached the inside.

'It's just a little something'

She stares at the golden comet.

'Do you like it?'

She jumps.

He's behind the screen with her but she doesn't object this time.

He takes the pin from the box.

'You're my comet...I know it's cheesy but I'm allowed to be on our wedding day.'

He carefully slides it into her silky hair. She lets her forefinger outline the star.

'It's beautiful' She smiles lovingly. 'Thank you'

He grins boyishly and she allows herself to look him up and down, appreciatively taking in his attire.

'You have a comet on your tie' She fingers the small golden detail embroidered on the black background.

'Courtesy of Miss Davis'

'Of course' She laughs.

He cups her cheeks and kisses her sweetly. 'You look absolutely amazing'

She blushes and tries her hardest to look serious.

'Yes well assuming you don't want a second bride-less wedding, I suggest you get out there' She scorns walking out from behind the screen. He follows.

'Not funny' He reluctantly walks backward.

'Not joking'

'Promise me you'll be out there' He demands when he reaches the door, suddenly overcome with nerves.

She smiles.

'Luke-'

'Promise'

'I promise- now go'

Satisfied with her assurance he backs back out into the hall.

She gives herself a once over in the mirror, a giddy smile on her face, eyes idly looking at the small pin he's just given her.

She's no longer nervous, she just wants to hurry up and do this already. She's ready to be Mrs Lucas Scott.

'Peyt' Brooke peers round the door just moments later. 'They're ready for you'

The wedding is perfect. It's simple yet elegant and above all personal. The ceremony is set outside, opposite the river court. The weather is perfect and the sun is shining down on them when they say their vows. Everyone tears up as they're announced husband and wife at long last. They kiss, it's probably the longest, I pronounce you husband and wife kiss known to man and they don't care because for a moment they're completely oblivious of the small crowd of family and friends watching them. It's just them. Husband and Wife, Finally.

They pose for photographs and everyone throws confetti over them before they get into the back of Peyton's Comet.

Skills drives them to Tric, taking a little detour around Tree Hill so the two newlyweds can havea second to themselves. When they eventually arrive, everyone they love and care for has gathered, including a surprise visitor. Peyton squeals in delight at the sight of her father standing at the bar. She catapults into his arms and Larry laughs.

'What are you doing here Daddy?'

'I couldn't miss my little girl's wedding day' He cups her face. 'You look beautiful sweetheart' He gets choked up as he looks at her and quickly blinks his eyes in his son-in-laws direction before the tears arise.

'Hello Mr Sawyer' Lucas greets somewhat nervously. He knows it's just an old fashioned tradition to ask the father for his permission to marry his daughter and that the thought probably hasn't even crossed Larry Sawyer's mind but he feels rude all the same for not getting in contact.

'It's Larry son'

They shake hands.

'Congratulations' Larry beams, watching his daughter dissolve back into her husbands arms.

He's not blind he can see she's happy and he knows she's in love. This is what he'd had with Anna and he couldn't be more over the moon that they've finally got their act together and realised that they were made for each other. He's so happy that she's got someone to look after her and love her unconditionally because his job keeps him away from her and he really hates that she's been on her own. 'You look after her'

'Daddy'

'Of course I will' Lucas assures him.

Peyton rolls her eyes, she doesn't appreciate being talked about like she's a porcelain doll but on the other hand she can't help but kinda love the assertive look Lucas is currently giving her father.

'This is for you both'

Peyton gingerly accepts the envelope and looks at him questioningly.

'It's just a little bit of money-'

'Dad, we don't want your money, we don't need-'

'I want you to have it'

They both smile appreciatively. 'Thank you' They say in unison and Larry rolls his eyes at how in-sync they are already.

'Your mum would be so over the moon'

Peyton's eyes widen a little. Her father rarely brings up the subject of Anna and she's a little taken aback but touched all the same.

'She'd be so proud'

Peyton hugs him, hiding her tears in her father's shoulder.

'Lucas' Larry speaks to his son in law, his hands tightly embracing his daughter like he did when she was just five years old. 'Would you mind if I danced with your wife?'

Lucas laughed. 'Of course'

Lucas watches as Peyton is taken off to the dance floor and they dance for the next few songs and he's so glad that her father showed up because he knows, that even though she won't admit it in a thousand years, she really wanted him here. Especially after finding out about her biological father. She needed this.

When Peyton finishes dancing with her father she joins her chatting friends.

Nathan's laughing. Haley's pouting. Brooke's smirking and Lucas is looking thoroughly confused.

'What are you guys doing?' Peyton smiles with a questioning furrowed brow.

Brooke grins, not so subtly stuffing her hundred dollars into her low cut dress.

'Nothing' Brooke chirps. 'Just some business'

'Have you really not slept together?' Nathan and Haley suddenly blurt in unison.

'What?' Peyton's gaze jolts from her best friend.

'Have you really not had sex?' Nathan asks again, he's suspicious.

Peyton gives her husband an incredulous look.

'Hey, you told Brooke' Lucas defends. 'And everyone knows she can't keep her mouth shut, I'm surprised the whole wedding party doesn't know about our sex life'

'Well they kind of do' Brooke shrugs guiltily.

'Brooke!' Peyton exclaims. 'Seriously?'

'What? I like to talk'

'You haven't answered us. Have you still not had sex?' Haley whispers loudly, she's become the most serious competitor in this bet and she still can't belive that she's lost.

'Hales' Lucas scorns.

'What? I find it hard to believe' She holds her hands out.

'Well, not that it's any of your business but no we haven't'

Brooke beams smugly. 'See. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go torture Julian.'

'We need to go check on Jamie, I haven't seen him in a while' Haley explains, already scanning the room.

'I see him' Nathan alerts Haley. 'An intervention is required I feel' The parents nod in agreement at the sight of there son a little to close for comfort to the wedding cake.

Peyton and Lucas laugh as the two hurry across the dance floor.

'I can't believe they had a bet going on us'

'I know' Lucas shakes his head with a smile. 'I knew they were acting weird'

'It explains a lot'

'Yeah'

'So husband, are you going to ask me to dance or what?'

'Peyton Scott' He holds his arm out. 'Will you dance with me?'

She giggles. 'Me? Of course'

For the rest of the evening they dance. They eat. They laugh with their friends and family.

It's getting on for 2am when they arrive home. Lucas swoops her up into his arms the second they're out of the car. She calls him a dork and they're both reminded of that night not so long ago in Vegas and he's so glad that they didn't wed there because today was perfect and Peyton deserved the wedding of her dreams.

'Welcome home Mrs Scott'

Scott. She'll never get sick of that and she's about to tell him so but the hall of white rose petals and fairy lights hinders her speechless for a moment. She has the best husband ever.

'Lucas, did you do this?'

'Maybe'

'It's beautiful'

They link hands and they walk into the bedroom in silence.

If she thought the hallway was somewhat spectacular the bedroom is on a completely different level, she smiles giddily at the effort he's put into making this special and is suddenly overwhelmed about what's going to happen next. Everything has been drawing to this one moment. It's been building up and she knows it's stupid to feel nervous but she is. This had all started because of a snide comment made by her best friend. This had all begun in an attempt to make Lucas see her as a classy, just married, innocent virgin as Brooke had put it. That's exactly what she feels like though, this feels like her first time all over again and it is in a sense she supposes but it's also majorly different. It's with Lucas. It's with the man she loves. The man she's married to. It's different this time because she knows this is the only man she's ever going to do this with again.

She elegantly slides her feet out of her silky white heels and unclasps her bracelet, laying it on her dressing table.

He drapes his suit jacket over the back of a chair and watches her small hands struggle to undo the realm of fastenings on her dress.

'Let me' He moves her hands back in front of her and takes a moment to kiss her bare shoulder. 'You look so amazing'

She was allowed to believe his first complements but it's been twelve hours and she's sure she looks far from amazing anymore.

'Brooke is amazing- The dress is amazing' She argues.

'Amazing on you' He contends. Adept fingers loosen the perfect bow, unravel the sash and smoothly unfasten the many butterfly clasps. He pulls her back against him, admiring her for a moment in the full length mirror. She tilts her head to the side and kisses the side of his mouth. That's all it takes for him to let go of the realms of luxurious satin.

It falls around her ankles and she pulls back in surprise.

'What?' He questions her amazed expression.

'It took Brooke, Haley and your Mum to get me into that' She divulges.

'Yeah?' He asks smugly. 'What can I say? I have deft fingers… and I guess having spent the whole day studying how it was fastened and the quickest possible way to get you out of it, helped somewhat'

She smiles while he takes in what she's been hiding beneath that amazing dress.

'God Peyt' He palms the creamy satin corset that covers her waist. His breath is hot on the back of her neck.

'Do you like it?'

He jerks her back against his hard chest and she gasps. 'Do I like it? Look at yourself'

She lets her eyes drift to the mirror hanging above the dressing table.

'I can't believe you're all mine, you're fucking beautiful'

His hands are restlessly running over her corset and she knows that look he's giving her, it makes her weak at the knees.

He releases her suddenly and gives her a gentle push in the direction of the bed 'Lay down' He husks commandingly.

She does as he asks, she carefully arranges herself on the bed of white rose petals and smiles as she watches him cautiously hang her wedding gown up before he unbuttons his shirt, his eyes not leaving her once.

She's biting on her bottom lip and he knows it's not in a seductive way- she's nervous and he finds it completely adorable. She looks so vulnerable and innocent and the circle of petals round her head has him thinking she really is an angel.

Free of his shirt, he climbs up the bed and caresses her cheek, still blushed pink from champagne.

'Baby what's wrong?'

'I'm nervous' She utters in a low voice.

'I can see that' He smiles. 'We've done this more times than I can count though'

'I know' She avoids his intense stare. 'But it feels different this time, I've hyped this up way too much and I don't want you to be disappointed because if you are you're stuck with me and bad sex isn't a great way to start a marriage-'

'Peyton' He grabs her left hand, running his finger over her wedding band. 'I have never been disappointed' He almost laughs at the absurdity of her ramblings and silences her with a promiscuous kiss that disables her ability to actually think.

He only pulls back when air becomes an issue and as he does so he looks at her necklace, he noticed it earlier and had been meaning to ask her where she got it.

'Where'd you get that?'

'Oh' she fiddles with the emerald stones fondly. The necklace perfectly brings out the green in her own eyes and they almost look like they're dazzling. 'Your Mum, It was her Mum's. She wanted me to have it'

'It's beautiful, matches your eyes'

'I should…' She cranes her head to take it off.

'No, keep it on'

She nods with a small smirk and lays her head back on the pillow. 'Luke?'

'Yeah?'

'This is the happiest I think I've ever been, right now' She confides, her voice is soft and raspy and her hands running over his warm skin.

He smiles and replies with a kiss to the lips.

They don't speak after that.

Once it's started it can't be stopped. Their kiss deepens fast, he slides his tongue into her gloriously warm mouth. He's completely inebriated on her. She tastes so good and he's instantly wanting more and as her tongue swiftly battles his, the need for oxygen is quickly forgotten. He could breathe off of her forever.

He pulls her closer, his hands dancing all over her. His lips eventually move form her mouth to her ear and a small smile graces him at her shaky breaths.

Her hands are toying with his belt and he thinks that he's successfully managed to get rid of those nerves she's been harboring.

He tries to be slow and take his time but he's only human and it's been a hell of a long time and he manages to unfasten the bow and loosen the material covering her chest and waist in record time.

The strip of skin that's revealed to his hungry eyes is so tantalizing he finds it hard to breathe.

He can see the outline of her perfect breasts rising and falling with every breath and she flings her head back when he slides a hand beneath the satin.

After that, clothes are removed and his belt unbuckled.

One moment they're moving as fast as humanly possible and the next they're taking their time, worshipping skin that's not been touched for too long.

Peyton's lying with her corset fully undone now and Lucas has finally dragged the matching panties down her legs, leaving her in nothing but her necklace and thigh high cream tights which he decides are staying on because for one there's no time to be ridding her of them and secondly they look pretty good and only accentuate how wonderfully long her perfect limbs are.

'I want you' He suddenly husks, nibbling her ear lobe. She angles her hips upward and he groans. He knows her little action is an indication that he can take her, that she's giving him consent to do exactly that, to have her. He moves his head from her neck and presses his forehead against hers and then he's slowly entering her.

Her eyes flicker shut and he moans. This is definitely what he's been needing.

And she loves that sound, that pleasurable moan that's vibrating against her cheek.

He may be in ecstasy but her little wince still doesn't go unnoticed to him.

'Are you ok?' He rasps.

She looks up into his concerned frowning face. 'It's been a while' She whispers softly, a small smile playing on her lips.

His shaking finger tips feather across her face, brushing her hair away from her eyes.

'I love you' He says oh so seriously and then he tilts his head to kiss her tenderly.

He fights instinct, he doesn't move and his restraint makes her love him even more, if that's possible.

They just kiss softly and only when the sole of her foot runs encouragingly down the back of his calf does he rock his hips.

She takes a sharp breath but he knows it's different this time, it's not because she's uncomfortable, it's from pleasure.

She wonders how she could've been so worried that this wouldn't be good because of course this was going to be good. It's them after all, when is it ever not good. Good isn't even the right word to describe it.

Lucas lifts her legs a little higher and sinks deeper into her and the little motion has her incapable of trying to think of a word to describe how damn good this feels because she can't string a sentence together right now, she can't think, she can just see and all she can see is Lucas and all she ever wants is Lucas.

Her arms snake around his back and her nails are digging into him and he knows she's close because her eyes are rolling back but he wants this to last, he's going to make this last. He slows things down and she whimpers contesting and writhes beneath him which doesn't help his impressive self-restraint.

'Luke' She whines, she tries to flip them over and take control of the situation but he's stronger and holds her firmly on the bed of petals.

'Patience' He exhales and even in her state she manages a menacing look and he just smiles, he knows he's going to spend the rest of the night being punished for saying that but he's pretty sure he'll enjoy every second of it.

From then on in, their movements are slow and loving and exactly how it should be and he's right because Peyton is grateful that he slowed things down because she's suddenly so emotionally connected and when she's nearing the edge this time, so is he and they're looking into each others eyes and when they fall, they fall together and hard. It's more impassioned, it's more intense and neither of them can even say or think coherently for a long while.

Lucas has collapsed on top of her, skin against skin and usually he'd make an attempt to move off of her, worried that he's suffocating her but he doesn't this time and she loves that he doesn't because she loves how safe she feels and she's never felt so alive.

He's tingling all over and her foot is lazily running up and down the back of his leg and he smiles into her neck. This is where he wants to be forever, indefinitely.

Brooke was right, it was more intense than ever.

'We should not have sex more often' Peyton eventually whispers.

Lucas garners enough energy to look up at her and she giggles at his disagreeing face.

'It's going tot take you a hell of a long time to convince me to to do that ever again Peyton Scott' with a hand on her hip, keeping them firmly connected, he shifts so they're both laying on their side.

She swings her leg over his waist and he moans appreciatively as her small weight rests against him in the best possible way and in a second he's hard all over again.

She murmurs at the delightful sensation.

'Say that again' She drawls seductively. The sheet slips from her shoulders and he gazes at her naked torso and the way the green emeralds are dangling in the valley of her breasts.

'Peyton Scott' His hands rest on her naked hips and she lowers her head.

'Mm, I like how that sounds'

'Me too'

'I love you Luke' She smiles goofily and he loves that she can go from being sexy to a total dork in seconds and he finds both a complete turn on because she's real and beautiful and she's his wife. 'I like saying that'

'I like you saying it'

'I like it when you say it to me' She raises her brow expectantly.

'Really?'

'Uhuh' She bites his bottom lip gently.

He leaves her hanging for a short moment and then says 'I love you' He does, he really, really does.

'Show me again'

And he does, he shows her over and over again.