A/N: There might be a chance that there isn't a chapter next week. I am working on one but my inspiration is playing with me. Mostly nothing comes out and what comes out sucks like hell. And when I get something good out I get distracted. So just to let you know. I think I might have it done but I don't promise anything ... Much love ... Veronique

Great Romance

Just like that the world stopped turning. Her realisation made the water freeze, the winds disappear, clouds glue to their spot in the sky, and made all noise drown out into a great silence.

From deep inside her, these feeling began to grow. She found no words. It was indescribable. But she knew one thing … they were all for Lucas Eugene Scott.

Maybe it was like an itch that only he could scratch, a need only he could fulfil. Perhaps it was possibly a wound he could only heal, or perhaps it was a disease only he could cure. No… it was undeniably a love only he could answer.

Suddenly she started to move without thought towards the door. Her hand was slightly shaking as she reached for the doorknob. Was it out of nervousness or excitement? Maybe she couldn't answer that.

The hallway was just a little obstacle on her way because destiny was right before her, through the wooden door of his hotel room.

Confidence made her open the door and step inside. She was ready to tell Lucas the words that would change both of their worlds.

But then a situation she hadn't expected occurred … the room was empty. There was no Lucas in sight.

The silence caused another situation for Peyton, she hesitated. What seconds ago had seemed the best idea ever, now seemed like something that could destroy her, and his world.

A battle began to rage inside her, and it was a violent battle at that. The fight was between her heart and mind, and both of their need to be right. That Lucas really loved her, and this wasn't just another reflection of their intense friendship that was full of old habits.

Her need to prove her heart right was never this intense. It led her blindly, making her hand grab, eyes see, feet move. But it was more, and it was making her hands feel more intense, her eyes see more, made her feet move more gracefully and most of all … this need made her heart beat.

The proof she needed, the evidence of why her heart was beating out of control must be here, in this room.

She didn't even know what she was searching for when her hands met the wood of the cupboards beside his enormous bed. A feeling of desperation washed over her as she opened all the drawers and found them empty, not having found any sort of content except for dust.

As her heart told her to stop searching, her common sense was attracted to searching all the spaces left in the darkness. It was a wonder she didn't stumble over her own feet when she almost ran across the room, ready to attack the cupboards and drawers left in loneliness.

Disappointment grew from a little, something that wasn't even a feeling to a part of her being. She found nothing, nothing that could even be considered a hint.

She looked everywhere, even under the bed. She was on the verge of tears, bitter and unloved tears. She let herself fall onto the bed, and it was within the matter of the moment that her vision started the blur from the tears. It was then that she saw the doors of the dresser where still closed. That just didn't fit in the picture of wide open doors and pulled out drawers.

Hesitantly she sat up again. Her thumbs were brushing away the droplets of salt water while she tried to focus again.

Maybe it was nothing. It probably was nothing Peyton thought. But the attraction of what may be hidden in that closet overrode everything else she was feeling. So she pulled the doors of the closet open with all the strength she had in her. His clothes appeared, all properly stowed. She was delighted when she saw all those clothes that had been on his body. She was even more enchanted when she recognized some of his old cloths from high school.

Her heart jumped and the blood started to race through her veins when her green eyes caught a glimpse of one of Lucas' shirts. It was one of his blue shirts, his ultimate blue button down shirt. The one he had worn the day of their first kiss, their first make out session.

She knew, but how? The feelings in her fingertips relived that moment intensely as she unbuttoned it. Then she found the proof, the proof of their first kiss. There was a faint but visible lipstick stain on the inside of his shirt.

Her eyes fluttered closed and the fire she had once for him was revived. Flames began heating her up; they made her burn with passion, letting her experience that once in a lifetime feeling for Lucas again. A low groan escaped when she remember the feel of his soft, white wife beater against her sensitive lips, the tingles in her hands when she had tried to rid him of that elegant piece of clothing. But mostly she remembered the mesmerising feeling that had made her heart pound after his passionate touches and loving words.

How could she ever have let that go? Let him go?

All of a sudden dizziness hit her. She had the feeling like her brain was rotating inside her head and her stomach was knotting up slowly and painfully. Her hands began to automatically searching for support. Her breath grew laboured in just a few seconds.

Bad feelings like guilt and regret came rushing to the surface as she slipped down against the cool wooden door of the dresser. Heavy weights of buddle emotion seemed to have settled in her stomach. Her eyes began to leak tears, first slowly, but as her sobs became steadier, one after the other, the tears increased.

Her hands searched desperately for support, for some way to steady herself, to let her wrecked insides calm down a bit. Her fingers were struggling to get a hold of a shelve or anything for that matter. When she couldn't find anything to grab a hold of, Peyton began falling down towards the floor, sliding down the wood of the dresser doors.

Her head was about to hit the floor when her hand collided with something cold and hard. In a heartbeat she sat up straight again, panting and the tears balancing on the edge of her green eyes.

Curiosity was like a swift spreading drug. It raced through her blue veins and made her body work surprisingly quickly and precise for someone who was recovering from deep and tired sobs.

With that, her thumbs she brushed away her tears, making for a clear vision for a metallic safe. Her slender hands immediately began reaching out for the door, but of course it didn't open. It was then that she began wondering if the proof of Lucas' love was right there in that safe.

Curiosity quickly turned to anger as she furiously pounded her fist against the hard, cold material. Her knuckles cracked and a painful groan escaped her lips, as tears sprung in her precious green eyes as she cupped her damaged right hand in her left one. A sob broke through, but before the second one could escape her lips, words that Elle had once spoken wandered through her mind.

She had once told Peyton that the numbers of the safe were sort of connected with each other. The number of the safe in the room across the hallway was the same as the room on the otherwise, only backwards. Wasn't it just convenient that he room happened to be opposite Lucas'? So, with shaking hands she began to try unlocking the safe. Elle's words rang true; the number was indeed her safe number in reverse.

The door opened and for a moment Peyton thought about backing out. Wasn't she violating his privacy? But on the other side, she had searched through every cupboard already; this one too wouldn't hurt right?

Her hands disappeared in the safe and the first thing they discovered was his laptop, then his USB-stick and then her hands appeared with a thick book. Curiously she opened it and her eyes fell on a picture of her. As she started to browse through it, she found it contained more pictures of her and articles out of tabloids and papers.

Her heartbeat began to race ever so slightly, what did this mean? He had more articles about her then even she had realised were ever published. He had followed her from the beginning up until now. Did he want to know everything about her? He apparently hadn't missed a thing. Was this the proof she was looking for? Did this mean he loved her? Or was he just the best friend that was interested in how she was going, like he always had been?

She had reached the end and was about to give up when a decorated envelope fell out of the book.

She flipped it over and saw it was addressed to her. Another letter, she wondered. But this one had never been posted. There wasn't no sign it had ever been in a mail office. Her interest began to increase like the beating of her heart. She had already read twenty-four letters, one for each month she had been away from Tree Hill. A twenty-fifth just didn't fit in? Her interest reached its first peek as she dared to open the envelope and she slid the paper out. The date written on the corner of the letter was one that was between two letters he had written and posted.

Again doubts hit her. He hadn't posted this letter and hadn't given it to her so maybe it wasn't that important.

Or maybe it was … wasn't. Damn those stupid doubts.

It was addressed to her, than she had the right to read it. Right?

It wasn't like she was a huge fan of common sense. Her feelings had always been stronger then her ability to think straight eventually. She could use her common sense towards the world for a very long time, pretending. But when her feelings came into play, there was no way back, better know as betray/bitch/fool time.

The paper felt wonderfully good in her hand. She smoothed it out and her eyes began to read the sentences written in his beautiful yet masculine handwriting.

The rhythm of her heart was out of control as she laid eyes upon the first words. The echo of her heartbeats pounded between her ears.

Peyton was all of a sudden scared to death but still she began …

My Dear Peyton,

I have not even been awake a minute yet. Everything around me is one big haze. Everything is unclear, everything but you.

You are as clear and bright as my dream that made me wake up in the middle of this lonely night.

It made me wake up with this need, so strong that I am writing this letter to you, to tell you what I feel. What I have felt since I met you and most of all since you left me behind.

The truth is I have never felt so empty, so lonely, so somewhat betrayed.

The dream has cleared my mind and told me everything you are for me.

You are my stranger, my mystery, my friend, my lust, my best friend, my love.

You were not someone I knew until I first laid eyes on you and I was attracted to you so deeply. I wanted to know everything about you and you didn't let me in. Then you did, you let me make my way in so slowly. You became the reason why I began to play basketball away from the Rivercourt. You inspired to be someone different, someone that was hidden inside of me. The 'me' that wanted to come out for so long but was locked up by the circumstances of my life, and you let that 'me' come out. You became the reason I changed, changed into someone that I always knew I could be but I needed a reason, and that was you.

You attracted me even more when you opened up in your own way. You made my common sense fade and made my heart speak. Unfortunately for the others my heart speaks at a very physical way and so did yours.

But then I had to get away from you. We both told ourselves it was for the better, even though deep down we knew much better than that. But I decided to stay away at a safe distance, even though it was hard and I knew my heart was lying and my common sense kicked in again. So I decided the best way was to be close to you, to know everything about you, to be so much for you, was to be your best friend. Nothing felt more rewarding than the trust you gave me, the private look into your soul that you made me earn.

But the satisfaction it had always given me fell away after the shooting. After you told me you loved me, you became my love. I woke up inside, realising that I wanted you. But I couldn't let go of Brooke and by the time I really realised that it was you I wanted, you had disappeared with Pete.

I broke down, my heart was broken, I was miserable and I stopped growing because what made me want to grow was taken away. I still hang somewhere between being a boy and a man.

I am childish in the way I blame you for leaving me behind. I am a man in the way I want you, everything about you. But I am somewhere lost between the two with the way that I try and lay claim to you.

Like I told you at the beginning of the letter I dreamt about you tonight, but not only about you but also about me, about us.

I was standing in the middle of somewhere. I can't remember exactly where, but it wasn't a place familiar to me. But it was home because all of sudden you were there, looking stunning.

The way you came to me, so gracefully, your eyes were soothing and your lips speaking loving words but your body spoke pure lust. The way you moved was screaming you wanted to touch me and you wanted to be touched by me.

The first meeting of your lips on mine was nothing more than a soft press. Then you inhaled the breath I let escape and your warm lips tugged gently on my upper lip as you closed your emerald green eyes. Then your lust kicked in, making you greedier, your warm tongue slipping easily into my mouth. Our lips chased after the pace of our heartbeats.

It didn't take long before our lips ran out of satisfaction, we needed more. More touches, more skin, we needed more of each other.

Our hands went exploring, yours a little bit nervous but convinced and my hands are moving slowly and sensually, living their own life on your hot body.

Clothes disappeared from our bodies at the pace of cars on a lonely highway. As my fingers touched your bare, sleek skin without any sort of fabric covering it, shivers ran straight over my spine. Getting goose bumps never felt so good.

It was just a matter of time before we became one, screaming out each others name. Our love making was gentle but passionate, making us burn inside.

Every part of your body was involved. Your arms were strong when you embraced me, holding me near. Your fingers were so playful as they got lost in my thick blonde hair. Your legs were supple as you moved against me with this high level of need. Your toes curled in delight with every moment of pleasure I caused you. Your breasts, they were more beautiful. They were even perkier and firmer than I could have ever imagined. The sensual way they bounced when I moved inside you, it was like watching basketballs bounce on the court. Your stomach rose and fell with every aroused breath we took. The way you arched your back like a cat to get closer to me. What I remember most of all your beautiful face that was shining with the glow of true love.

We came as one, moaning and screaming. In the drunkenness of our bliss afterwards I asked you to marry me and you said 'yes'. Yes with so much confidence and want.

Seasons flew by, filled with places and people. Your stomach grew with our love and suddenly everything was white, the white of Brooke's favourite fabric. We married with everyone who loved around us before we took off to a temporary paradise to return to another situation filled with whiteness.

The whiteness of a hospital room, filled with doctors and nurses. There we were, me standing beside you as you gave birth to our very first child.

I don't remember the sex of our baby, but it doesn't matter as long as the baby is healthy and the baby is ours.

This was my dream, my dream about you, with you. It felt so real and so right that when I woke up, I realised that I want you, need you, love you, and that I can barely live without you…

I'll Love You Forever Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer

Much love Lucas

A tear escaped from the corner of her right emerald green eye and rolled down over her smooth cheek to fall as a droplet onto the paper, fading his handwriting.

Realisation began to flow through her body. This realisation picked up relief along the way on its travels, and they were about to digest when a voice broke through her process.

"Peyton?" Lucas' voice sounded fearful and out of his element. Quickly she looked up and saw that the tone of his voice matched with the expression on his sudden pale face.

"W-What …?" Peyton cut him off by standing up, and suddenly a mixture of feelings she had had for him years back rushed through her body.

She walked to him like she was model, graceful and elegant. Her green eyes teary but telling him not to care. A simple word just rolled off her lips and flew through the air they both breathed. "Lucas." Her body burned with a sudden want and need towards him.

Peyton was right before him, her green eyes locking with his blue ones. Her crimson lips meeting his dark pink ones like two pieces of velvet brushed together. Shocked, a shiver escaped him against Peyton's slightly opened lips, making her chest rise against him. Her eyes fluttered closed and she took fate in her own hands. Once again, her lips captured his full upper lip. After feeling the slightest response from him, the fire inside that made her skin tingle increased like the rapidity of her heartbeats. Her tongue slipped into his warm mouth, with the intensity growing with every beat of their hearts.

Satisfaction soon faded as she needed more, more of him, more of what he brought her. Peyton's hands had a life of their own when they were suddenly caught in a slight grip.

"Peyton, what are you d-" Her warm smile, slightly teary eyes and shuddering body language made him stop himself when he saw her lips preparing to speak.

"This is what you dreamt Lucas. I want to be your dream. I want to be what you long for, who you long for. Everything you long for. I want to be it all. Most of all, I want to be yours."

A single tear escaped from her left emerald green eye, leaving a stain over her cheek, parallel with the stain of her former tear on her right cheek. Lucas couldn't prevent his blue eyes from filling with tears of happiness, he couldn't really believe what was happening right here and now in this room and in this moment.

Gently he brought his hands to her face, cupping it tenderly, the wet stains evaporating against his warm skin. Like she was a porcelain doll, he tilted her head back, their eyes locking again, saying more with one look than all the words in the English dictionary ever could.

Lucas slowly brought his lips down onto hers, giving them time to capture the feeling, the scent, the importance of this moment that would change their lives forever.

Lucas led their kisses, full of passion. His lead weakened as Peyton brought her enthusiasm into them, letting them lead this together. Peyton began to overpower her with her out of the blue obsession for him and the pleasure he could bring her body. She just loved the way his shaking hands ran over her body in this sexy way that made her shoot right up into seventh heaven. But slowly she was running behind satisfaction, this longing that had been in her for years that now, were exposed all at once and needed to be answered. She wanted also to fulfil his longing for her, just like he had planned for them. Nervously she began to tug on his clothes but again she met the grip of his big hands.

"No Peyton. It's okay. Let's stop here." He said in a breathy voice, his hand covering her fast beating heart. "This is perfect." He whispered blissfully and took her hand and laid it over his heart. "Can you feel it?" She felt an excited rhythm underneath her fingertips. "This is for you." He said and their eyes connected on a different level, never so intense and true.

"This is my dream Peyton. This is what I long for Elizabeth. This is everything Sawyer."