Peyton presses her mouth to Lucas'. His eyes are shut, still in a peaceful slumber. It's probably the first time she's ever woken before him. She's so not a morning person but everything about this morning is perfect. Too perfect to waste it with sleep. She's been gazing at him for the last fifteen minutes, a fact that she's somewhat ashamed of and she has no intention of letting him know. He hasn't moved so she flicks her tongue across his lips and then he's muttering words sleepily and she's smiling.

'Good morning baby' She husks and his eyes spring open because this is a foreign routine. He'd go so far as to say she can be somewhat of a bitch in the mornings. Unresponsive. Moody and just foul tempered. He's not use to this sweet greeting. It's usually him trying to entice her out of bed, not the other way round. 'What?' She bites her lip and her fingers are running lazily across his chest.

He shakes his head and then he remembers the previous day's events. He's married. They're married and he can't quite believe it, it's been such a long time coming. He's been anticipating this moment for far too long.

He closes his eyes and smiles. 'Mrs Scott' His hand is around her and he murmurs at the feel of her soft, naked skin under his fingertips. 'Mrs Scott' He says it over and over and she could listen forever. 'Hm I love you'

'And I love you' She retorts lowly, seductively and he loves that voice because he know's he's the only one that hears it, that will ever hear it.

He pulls her head down to join their mouths again and kisses her properly. It's not a quick kiss, it's a slow, tender kiss that has every intention of becoming something else entirely.

'Knock knock'

That something else will have to wait though.

'No, no, no, no' Lucas mutters as Peyton moves away, her head craned in the direction of the offending sound.

The back door opens.

'No Brooke' He exclaims. 'Not this morning'

Peyton smiles at her best friend.

'How was your night Mr and Mrs Scott?' Brooke gleams, ignoring the scowl Lucas is giving her.

'Did anyone tell you you're kinda scary?' He asks with a furrowed brow. 'Seriously Brooke, it's the morning after our wedding, did it ever occur to you that we might want to be on our own?'

'Luke' Peyton scorns, scooting up in the bed, clutching the bed sheet to her chest. He grumbles as her body disappears from his side. 'Brooke was there something you wanted?' She words more carefully.

'Well I just wanted to say goodbye and see you before you leave me for two weeks'

'Brooke' Peyton smiles. 'We did this last night. I'm coming back' She laughs.

'I know, but I love you P Sawyer-'

'P Scott' She corrects with a giddy smile.

'It's a little late for love confessions Brooke' Lucas squints. 'She's married to me and I intend on having her to myself for a while. When we get back from the honeymoon I wouldn't be averted to you two making out though'

Peyton whacks him and he groans.

'Brooke why don't you go in the other room while I get dressed and then we'll talk okay?'

Brooke nods distractedly, backing out of the room.

'Don't go' Lucas begs, one swift tug and she's on her back beneath him.

'Luke' She smiles.

'Yes Mrs Scott?'

'Brooke needs me' She's well aware that there is something bothering her friend and she has every intention on finding out what it is.

'I need you'

'And you can have me. Later. Again and again and again' She drawls.

'Yeah?'

'Uhuh' she kisses him slowly and pulls away quickly when he shifts closer. 'Later' She breathes and then she slides out of the bed and he watches her naked form saunter across the room and into the adjoining bathroom, making sure to send him a seductive smile over her shoulder before disappearing.

'Tease'

'Brooke' Peyton scans her immaculate living room. Brooke's been busy while she's been in the shower.

The brunette jumps and puts the duster down, smiling sheepishly. 'I thought, I'd you know, make myself useful' She licks her lips. 'I'm sorry I ruined your morning'

'You didn't'

'Please, I totally ruined your newly wed, morning sex'

'Brooke' Peyton shakes her head. 'You didn't, it's fine. What's happened?'

'Nothing'

'You only clean when Victoria pisses you off, has she done something?'

'No' She bites her lip and runs her hands through her hair before exhaling an exasperated breath. 'Julian asked me to go to New York with him last night and I, I don't know what to do. I can't go, I can't' She blurts.

Peyton smiles at this revelation, she'd been fearing it was something a little more serious. This is serious, she's not denying that, just a whole different kind of serious, a seriousness that she's completely on board with, a seriousness that she's willing her friend to have. 'And why can't you Brooke Davis?'

Brooke looks at her like she's absurd. 'There's a million reasons why not. I hardly know the guy. My life's here, my life and friends, my work'

'But you love him' Peyton contests simply.

'I don't, I don't love him Peyton' Brooke shakes her head and grabs the abandoned duster again, running it over the mantel shelf. 'I don't know if I love him' She pouts, rubbing the now clean surface furiously.

Peyton snatches the annoying cloth from her friends hands. 'Brooke, you've not let anyone in for a long time, I know you're scared but what if your destined to be with Julian'

Brooke rolls her eyes. 'Destined?'

'Yeah' Peyton pokes her and laughs.

'There's no such thing. Well apart from you and Lucas, you two are like star crossed lovers or something but you two are an acception'

'Brooke, it's alright to believe, to want more, to want to be in a relationship, to want to be in love, to want to be loved'

'Everytime I let myself want those things I loose them. You were right, people do always leave. My good for nothing parents, Angie, Sam-'

'It's not true. We've always had each other, always will. Take a risk, if it doesn't work out, so what? You'll have had an amazing few weeks of hot sex in New York' Peyton's eyebrows knit together, she realises how that sounds and she knows Brooke is currently think of her and Julian together. 'I'm not saying that I'd know the sex was hot or anything, I mean I'm not suggesting that it was great with me and Julian, I mean it wasn't bad or anything-'

'Peyton' Brooke closes her eyes and shakes her head. 'Seriously just stop' Brooke laughs. 'I get it, why is it I always fall for some one you're connected with?'

'We just have good taste' Peyton winks and takes the brunette's hand. 'Go Brooke'

'Maybe I will' She hugs Peyton. 'Thanks for the talk. You have an amazing honeymoon, I want to hear all about when I get back'

'You will. I love you B Davis'

'Right back atcha' Brooke pulls back and grabs her bag off the coffee table, rumaging through it's contents and producing a white envelope. 'By the way, I changed your flights'

'What?' Peyton's eyebrows shoot skyward and she snatches the envelope.

'It's at two instead of four so you better get a move on'

Peyton skim reads the contents inside the envelope. 'You're private jet? Since when did you have a freaking private plane?'

'I own a huge fashion label' Brooke shrugs. 'Enjoy' She smirks, waving at her stunned friend as she lets herself out. She's down the porch steps when she hears Peyton squealing a delayed thank you after her.

'What's with the girly shrieking?' Lucas groans, he's finally dragged himself out of bed. 'Where'd Brooke go?'

'She left'

'Left?' He frowns. 'She didn't even say goodbye'

'She did to me'

Lucas pouts.

'Well you were kinda rude to her babe' She links her hands round his neck.

'Is she alright?'

'Yeah, just some boy drama'

'Julian' Lucas states with a roll of the eyes. 'What's he done now?'

'He asked her to go to New York'

'Huh'

'What does that mean?'

'Well she's not going to go right?'

'I just persuaded her to go Luke' She whines.

'Why? The guys a jerk Peyton'

'You only think that cause I've slept with him'

'Okay' He grimaces. 'Really don't want to hear about you and Julian right now, or ever'

'Sorry' She smiles. 'Guess what?' She effectively changes the subject.

'What?' He imitates her excited expression and uncharacteristic chirpy tone.

'We're going on a plane to Paris'

'I know baby' He chuckles.

'Not just any plane Luke' She runs her hand down his naked torso, finding it hard to focus when he's hardly wearing anything.

'What do you mean?' Lucas urges.

She blinks, forcing her gaze back up to his face and she blushes because she knows he knows she was just blatantly looking him up and down.

'We're going on a private plane, Brooke's private plane. Just you and me' She enlightens him.

'Wow' He's a little lost for words. 'That's...wow'

'Uhuh, we better get ready or we'll miss our flight' She skips toward the bedroom and Lucas shakes he's head with a chuckle, she's certainly excited and he can't deny he is either, not so much about going away, but going away with just her, his wife.

'Good afternoon Mr and Mrs Scott'

'Hi' Lucas and Peyton smile politely, exchanging looks as they stare around the luxurious interior of the plane.

'Welcome aboard. Congratulations on getting married'

'Thank you'

'I'm Steve, Miss Davis' pilot'

'Right, it's nice to meet you' Peyton grins.

'Make yourself comfortable, we'll be ready for take off shortly'

'Okay, thank you'

'This is insane' Lucas notes.

'Just a little' Peyton sits down on the leather seating while Lucas inspects the space, soon coming across something.

'Champagne Mrs Scott?' He smirks.

Half an hour later and they're up in the air and Peyton's a little tipsy and overly talkative.

'I did not Luke' She exclaims.

'You did'

'Did not'

'You did'

'Oh my god I did didn't I?' She relents. Lucas isn't quite sure how but they've gotten onto the subject of who kissed who first in that motel room many years ago.

'If you hadn't I would've' He smirks.

'Yeah you totally took advantage, I was upset'

'I did not. I was comforting you' He chuckles.

'You didn't do a very good job'

'Hey, if we'd have slept together then-'

'I know, I know. Brooke and everything' She scoots forward, swinging both of her legs over one of his. 'I wish we hadn't lost all that time'

'We have the rest of our lives Peyton Elizabeth Scott'

'I love you Lucas Eugene Scott' She throws her arms carelessly round his neck,

'Seriously, don't middle name me'

'You middle named me'

'Your middle name is pretty, mine on the other hand, not so much' He screws up his nose.

'I like it'

'You mean you think it's hilarious'

'I don't'

'Yeah because you don't laugh every time you hear it' He mutters sarcastically.

'Aw baby' She tilts her head from side to side, her nose brushing his. 'Don't worry, we won't enforce your middle name on any of our kids' She giggles and if she wasn't so wonderfully close to him he'd have frowned at her but he's a little distracted by her appealing lips that are mere millimetres from his. 'Are you sulking?'

He pulls her fully onto his lap and she smiles.

'You want me to make you feel better?' She suggests sweetly.

That's exactly what he wants. He can't get enough of her.

Her tongue traces the outline of his lips and then it slips insistently into his warm inviting mouth like she hasn't kissed him years not hours.

He groans and his hands are on her hips, trying to rotate her so she has a leg on either side of him.

She pulls back before he successfully has her moved and he knows by the look she's giving him that she has something different on her mind.

She slides from his lap onto her knees in front of him and his breath catches. She surely is the definition of beauty. Never in a million years did he think that when he wrote in that tin box with Haley all those years ago, that when he wrote Peyton Sawyer will become Peyton Scott that it'd actually become reality. And it was moments like these when her golden speckled green eyes stared up at him so adoringly and her hair was brushed behind one ear and she really did look nothing but beautiful, that he thought he was completely out of his league. He'd told her that not so long ago and she'd laughed and said she wasn't the pretty one and he'd shook his head adamantly because she'd never be able to properly take a complement and her modesty was just another reason why he loved her so much.

Her hands slide up his jean covered thighs and she feels the muscles beneath them and her heart races.

She nudges his knee and then he's separating his legs and she's in between them in seconds and her hand's are at the waist of his trousers, fingering his belt buckle. She's got a mischievous smirk on her face as she tilts her head and kisses his arousal. She loves how little it takes to turn him on. More often than not just a little smile will have him pushing her up against a wall, regardless of where they are.

She doesn't torture him or herself for long. She eagerly frees his belt and undoes the button and jerks down his flies.

She doesn't waste anymore time, she takes him in her warm mouth.

'Fuck'

He groans and his hand is suddenly buried in her hair and his head is flung back against the head rest.

She never liked doing this, not until Lucas and now she'd quite happily get on her knees whenever and more than anything she loves the sounds that are escaping his mouth right now and his declaration that she is so, so good at this only drives her to take him deeper.

Perhaps the whole not having slept with each other for three months before the wedding has made them overly horny but she knows this honeymoon stage is never going to end for them because it's been eight years and just the sight of him still makes her weak at the knees.

It doesn't take long for him to come and she gladly swallows and his hands stay firmly in her curls and he's muttering that she's amazing.

She rubs her lips together and his hands loosen falling to her shoulders as she fastens his trousers again.

It's then that a stewardess walks in, Peyton is still on her knees and she thinks she's going to die from humiliation.

'I'm sorry, I, Miss Davis gave me strict instructions not to interrupt, but I just, if you could both strap in we're experiencing some turbulence.'

'Right' Lucas nodded. 'Thank you'

The stewardess hurried back out of the cabin and Lucas assisted Peyton to her feet trying to stifle his laughter at her flushed face.

'Don't laugh'

'I'm sorry'

'How're you not embarrassed right now?'

He shrugs and pulls the straps round her waist because she seems completely incapable of doing so herself.

'It's not like we're ever going to see her again' He husks, sliding his hand over the top of her thigh, she settles her head on his shoulder and closes her eyes and he murmurs in her ear of all the wonderful things he's going to do to her when they get to the hotel and she whimpers at the mere thought. They've only got a few more hours but suddenly that seems forever away to Peyton.

It's been twenty four hours since they arrived and they're yet to venture from their fabulous hotel suite, or more precisely their fabulous king size bed. They've not even made it to the hotel restaurant downstairs.

Peyton sits up, stretching like a cat and yawning loudly. Even that small action has Lucas wanting to lay her back down and kiss her senseless. But he doesn't have the energy, he's so physically drained, they both are.

'I'm bored of this room' Peyton declares.

'Yeah I know what you mean' Lucas agrees, his eyes being drawn to their window and the picturesque lit up view of Paris that's awaiting them. 'Why don't we go out for dinner?'

'Hmm that sounds nice, I'm kinda hungry' She rubs her belly and it rumbles unhappily and Lucas laughs at her expression. 'I don't think I've ever felt this hungry before' She informs him dramatically.

'You do usually eat a lot' He observes.

'I do not' She whacks him with a pillow and pouts but then he reminds her she ate ten cup cakes in the taxi from the airport and she just shrugs. 'I'm going to have a shower'

'You want some company?' He kinks an eyebrow and she groans.

'Don't do that'

'What?'

'Don't look at me like that or we'll never leave this room and as much as I love you I do want to see a bit of Paris before we have to go home'

'Okay, I promise you, no more days spent in bed'

She pecks his lips to seal the deal and then he watches her clamber off the bed in just her panties. She scratches her head as she looks through their unpacked suitcase in search for something pretty to wear and Lucas forces himself to look away before he can't help but drag her back to bed.

'Okay I'm having a shower now' She announces some fifteen minutes later, after a lengthy amount of time of sifting through her things and deciding on an outfit and shoes. Lucas opens one eye.

'You haven't showered yet?' He groans. He'd been in a light sleep.

'I'll be quick' She promises.

He shakes his head and rolls over, knowing he's got at least another hour before he'll be allowed in the bathroom.

Like predicted it's an hour later when Lucas finally gets in the shower, he's done and dressed in fifteen minutes and is definitely hungry and ready to get going.

He changes his mind when he walks back into the bedroom.

She's standing in front of the full mirror, twirling a curl around her finger and rubbing her lips together. She's wearing a chocolate coloured dress that's exquisite in every way. It fits her so perfectly and hugs her in all the right places and does a wonderful job at accentuating those legs of hers. There's no doubt in his mind that this dress is courtesy of Brooke Davis, only her best friend could create something that fitted her so accurately and was a combination of sexy and elegant. He makes a mental note to thank Brooke later and he temporarily wonders what other wonderful garments are hidden away in that case.

'Okay we can have a late dinner'

She turns around, noticing his presence for the first time. 'What? Why?' She frowns.

'Because' He strides over to her and his hands settle comfortably at her hips. 'I'm not suffering through two hours in a civilized restaurant with you dressed like that'

She smirks, retreating toward the door. 'I'm hungry though' She reaches for the handle and as she opens it his palm hits the surface, trapping her.

'Me too' He kisses the back of her neck and sharply pulls her hips back so her firm backside is against him.

'You're insatiable Mr Scott' She moans and her forehead presses into the door.

His hands run up the side of her legs and beneath her silky brown dress.

She leans back against him and his fingers move round her thighs.

'You promised we weren't going to spend our whole time in this room' She exhales.

'That was before you decided to put this on. Oh god' His mouth runs dry when he finds she's not wearing any underwear. He groans into her golden hair and she smiles. 'You were going to spend the next few hours teasing me weren't you'

'No' She argues but he can hear the devilish smirk in her voice.

He spins her around hastily so her backs against the door and she gasps as his finger brushes against her. Her mouth opens in an 'o' shape and she grips his forearm. He grins at the look on her face and then he tilts nearer and whispers huskily. 'We better get going'

Her eyes spring open and suddenly his hand is gone from between her legs and he's pulling her away from the door so he can open it.

'Lucas' She growls.

'You said you were hungry' He ushers her outside and she can barely walk and she can't breathe.

She staggers back and not so calmly tells him he better finish what he just started but he ignores her complaints and presses the button to the elevator and she's about to tell him he can eat alone but there's a ding and the sliding door opens and he tugs her inside and presses the ground floor button and then he has her against the wall and he's kissing her hard for the remaining six floors.

'Ahem'

Both blonde's pull apart at the cough. Apparently they've reached the bottom. They both turn embarrassingly to see a elderly, less than impressed couple. Peyton mutters an apology and hastily makes to move out of the confined space but Lucas' hand is suddenly in hers and he's confidently reeling off a phrase in french much to Peyton's surprise and then the couple are laughing and responding and Lucas is nodding politely with a gentlemanly smile and Peyton is just standing there thoroughly confused and clueless to what is being said.

She smiles somewhat bewildered when the woman touches her arm and then they say au revoir and it's about the only thing she's understood in the last few moments. She looks up at Lucas with a befuddled look as he leads her out of the hotel and he just smirks.

'What Mrs Scott?'

'You speak french?'

'A little'

'Since when?' She exclaims. 'How am I married to you and not know that?!'

'There's a lot of things you don't know about me' He wriggles his eyebrows and she kinda loves that he still manages to surprise her.

'What were you saying to them?' She demanded.

'I just apologised and told them we'd just got married and asked if they could blame me for not being able to control myself when I had such a beautiful wife'

Her lips curled and she nudged him with a shake of the head. 'You're such a dork. Seriously when did you learn french?'

They're outside now and it's a little cold and Lucas wraps a arm around her as they walk down the road.

'I came here for a few months soon after we broke up in LA' He admits seriously. It's not something they've talked about, it's a conversation they've bypassed- they've got past the obstacle of the other lovers they had during their time apart but not what they'd done with their life during that time.

'What?' she stops walking and looks up at him. 'You came here as in Paris here?'

He nodded.

'God Lucas, why didn't you say something. We shouldn't have come here. This is wrong-'

'It's not wrong. In fact I'm glad you were so insistent on coming here. When I was here back then I was staying in this small grotty apartment and I was so down and bitter- I thought my world had ended because I'd lost you but now I'm here again and I can truly appreciate the place because I have what I didn't have last time. I have you'

She smiles but her brow's still furrowed suspiciously. 'You're okay with being here?' She asks sceptically. 'Cause we could check out, we could go get a flight somewhere else'

'Peyton-'

'I just don't see how you can't be reliving everything, reliving how much you hated me the last time you were here'

'Okay, I never, ever hated you. And this place helped me heal. I love it here.'

She shakes her head and he pulls her back into his side.

'I really don't care where we are anyhow, I'm with you, that's all that matters'

She nods, that really is all that matters, that they're together in the here and the now.

'There's a great little restaurant I want to take you to down here' He tugs her down a small side street and she leans against him, sheltering from the cold air with a contented smile.

Lucas gets slightly lost on the way, although he claims he just wanted to show her a bit of Paris before they got there. She doesn't care, she likes wandering down the streets, just him and her and every now and then she remembers that they're married and she gets this stupid giddy smile on her face and Lucas teases her about it relentlessly.

They do finally find the secret little restaurant and everything is wonderful about it, the food, the service, the setting. The news of their marriage soon gets out and they're issued with free champagne and dessert that Peyton eagerly devours the luxury Belgian chocolate concoction and helps Lucas finish his too.

After they wander and soon come across a little Jazz club, it's small and packed and there's a reason for that, the music is amazing and Peyton is in awe and Lucas loves how passionate she is and excited by this little find.

They stay there well into the night.

They drink, laugh and dance and then things get a little heated and Lucas is thankful that they're are so many people because he literally can't help himself and his hand is creeping up her dress and she's too inebriated to stop him.

They may as well be doing it because if anyone stopped long enough to look, if the soulful fusion wasn't ruling every ones bodies, that's what they'd deduce was going on.

They're gyrating and grinding against one another and the knowledge that she's not wearing any underwear governs Lucas to blindly navigate them to someplace, any place a little more private.

'We, We should go back to the hotel' Peyton pants out sensibly when Lucas finally gets them away from the small stage and off of the dance floor.

She knows they're not going to make it all that way and he's already scanning the place for a door to a private area. He owns a club, he knows there's got to be some back space, some storage room, an office, a coat room, something. Lucas finally clocks what he's looking for and he drags her through a door unnoticed and they end up behind the stage area and he has her pushed up against a wall in seconds. The music thrums through the thin surface, thrums through her.

'I need you'

She smiles, her fingers are curled in the brown satin at her thighs and she raises the offending material higher up her legs. His frown deepens when she stops and his mouth opens and she knows if the music wasn't vibrating through her she'd hear a distressed groan. She puts him out of his misery and tugs the material to her hips and his jaw drops and he takes a little step back and just stares at her.

She's so sexy and he's certain she's trying to kill him right now.

Her mouth is dry, his eyes are burning into her, caressing her and she just really, really wants him, needs him.

The hand that's not holding her dress up, reaches impatiently for him, bawling into his shirt. She tugs him forward and his hard body presses into hers and he swears he will never ever get sick of her slight figure against his, her perfect breasts against his chest, her hot breath against his neck.

He hooks her leg over his hip and then he's undoing his pants and kissing her all at once and when he finally enters her it's quick, needy and unexpected and has Peyton grappling at his collar and he's swallowing her whimpers of sheer pleasure. Their raw passion is astounding, they've been making love for the most part of the day and yet they can't get enough of each other. This time it's different though, they're in public and that notion is both terrifying and exciting and although this isn't the first time they've let things escalate in an exposed place, they've always made sure they're in a place no one else is but this little club is swarming with people and there is a chance of being stumbled upon at any given moment.

The music changes at some point, it's slower, softer, it must be nearing closing time and the beautiful thick french voice sounds magically and has both their heads spinning.

Their pace slows with the enticing melody and Lucas is whispering in her ear and everything is suddenly heightened tenfold.

Her hand flies out to grab hold of something, anything because she's coming hard and so is he. If you could die from pleasure Peyton is pretty sure she'd be in her grave round about now. Her legs are shaking and she's depending completely on Lucas to hold her up and one of her high heels' has come off and she's tingling from head to toe.

Lucas can't move, or won't move, he's still reeling and isn't willing to leave her glorious body just yet.

Both their ears are ringing. Loudly. It's not fading, in fact it's getting louder and it takes them a long few minutes to realise the high pitched sound isn't caused by their euphoria.

The commotion on the other side of the wall is what garners their attention and Lucas reluctantly let's Peyton down. She can't move, in a totally wonderful way.

It's only when Lucas catches eye of what Peyton's hand is gripping onto that everything becomes very much clear.

She's set the fire alarm off and with that realisation suddenly water is spraying down on top of them and Peyton is shrieking very loudly and Lucas laughs because she's still completely oblivious that she's the cause of this, well maybe he participated a little. He does his pants up and grabs her hand, leading her out of the nearest fire exit. He feels marginally guilty for causing such trouble, marginally. He'll drop an anonymous cheque by in the morning for any damage but for now he's worried about one thing only. Getting Peyton Scott back to their hotel suite.