A/N: Warning for M-rated scenes later in the chapter. (I hope it doesn't suck because I am very very unhappy with this chapter) THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS ... I am blown away by the feedback. But I don't mind P So keep it coming!
Pretty In Punk
Morning. For some people the greatest time of day.
The scene of quietness caught between the dark and the light. Your mind holding you on to your dreams that which are your escape form reality for one night.
The realisation of a new day, a fresh twenty-four hours to fill your life with.
And for Lucas, the next twenty-four hours would be critical. They would decide the rest of his life.
He was only vaguely aware of that when consciousness pulled him away from his sleep. A softly groan escaped his full lips when he wanted snuggle up against the body beside him, and that for some odd reason wasn't there when he opened in blue eyes in amazement.
His eyes immediately began to search through his near proximity. His blue eyes were like the ones of an eagle: piercing. But soon he found what he was looking for. A blonde girl on the sofa with her knees to her chest.
"Peyton?" Her name escaped his lips when he probed himself on one elbow.
"Hi Lucas." She responded on an almost whispering tone. She suddenly looked fragile. The position she had forced herself into made you believe she was trying to protect herself from something awful.
Lucas hadn't expected to find her like this after yesterday, when they had confessed their love towards each other. Or kind of confessed. It hadn't been the ordinary 'I love you'-s. No. It had been so much more.
He had expected to lie next to him when he woke up. Her hazel eyes shining, and her soft lips into a smile. Not curled up into the couch in a short satin white bathrobe.
"What's up?" He asked when he crawled out the bed and walked towards her.
Peyton had learned through the years that you should go right to the point with him. Not hiding for the first ten sentences before telling the real thing. It was a wise lesson she had learned.
"This is just weird you know." She said while shrugging her shoulders uneasily.
Even his mind told him not to, Lucas decided to sit down next to her. Surprisingly she didn't pull away when he moved his arm around her shoulder. She didn't even bother and let her tired head rest on his shoulder. This really was a change, a positive change in her. She wasn't afraid anymore of getting 'bodily'. Or let's just say she didn't avoid it anymore.
"I know." He simply answered her. His fingers stroked her arm.
"I don't know how to act." She confessed quietly.
"Me neither." He followed.
Both blonds sighed. They realised this was not going to be easy.
"I just don't feel like we really 'a couple'. You know. And the fact I'm still m-"
Lucas cut her off with a little kiss on the lips. He had a plan.
"Maybe we should do things that made us feel like we're a couple." He said on a playful tone. His lips meeting hers again in peck, and again, and again.
"What do you suggest Mister Scott?" Peyton asked while her eyes shone mischievously as she got up and walked towards his bed.
Lucas' mind was filled with a ton of activities they could do to feel like a real couple. He couldn't help himself from preferring the activities that involved the less clothing. But he pushed them away and decided to propose something more gentlemen alike.
"Maybe we could go on a date." Lucas suggested.
"A date?" Peyton said, somehow straddled, her hand flew to her chest.
"Yeah. Like going out together, have fun, probably kiss." Lucas said lightly, nearing her. Tenderly he took a hold of her graceful hand. Lovingly he brought her hands to his mouth so he could press a sweet kiss on her knuckles.
"Maybe have a little after party under the sheets." And his mouth began to suck on the knuckles.
Peyton jerked her hand away. As Lucas looked up at her, she saw how taken back she was.
On the inside he cursed him again. Probably he was a little too eagerly. It had been just yesterday they had gotten together in a kind of odd situation. She wasn't even divorced yet, liked she had mentioned herself. Why couldn't he just control himself?
Like that was a difficult one. She was gorgeous and the love of his life and he hadn't get any since he broke up Brooke.
"Scratch the last one." He murmured apologising.
"What do you want to do. Concert? Movies? Go out for dinner?" He rambled, trying to forget the stupid thing he had said.
The look on her face got uncomfortable.
"What?" He asked.
"It's just. The paparazzi would see us and than the ball is rolling and with the divorce not even being out." She said. "Please don't hate me." She said when she saw the indescribable look on his face.
"I get it. But you're not getting away from that date missy. I'll figure something out." He said while locking their hands together. "Make sure you have to look nice." He whispered in her ear. "But I am sure that isn't going to be a problem." A smile grew over his face and his lips soon ended on her nose.
They both went separated ways. Lucas disappeared to downstairs and Peyton into her own room. More specifically into her closet.
She didn't want to look nice. Totally not. She wanted to look fabulous. For Lucas she wanted to look better than she had ever looked. She wanted to look like herself again.
Her fingers glided from the wood over the different kinds of material. After a half hour of searching through the dozens of dresses she owned, she decided it was hopeless to find anything and picked out seven dresses, because it was holy number, with her eyes closed.
The first one she had picked was a long black one with silken rose on the top and had a matching bracelet. But on second thought it looked depressing and more Halloween alike.
The second was a bright turquoise one with a split that reached over the half over her thigh and it had belt just underneath her breasts. Just a look on the dress made her feel uncomfortable.
The third one she had picked out was a long dress with African motives. She had bought it when they had gone to a party to celebrate the differences between all the cultures. It didn't look like a 'date-dress'. And actually she looked to pale for it.
Number four seemed to be transported straight from the sixties. It was green and this ridiculous buttons on her chest. She would look like a schoolgirl that was at least forty years too late for class.
The magic of the fifth one was also far lost. Why would she want to wear a bright blue sailor dress to her date with Lucas? She actually hadn't those pleasant memories about the dress. She had worn it when she and Pete had gone to California for a boat trip and she had managed to fall from the boat and ended up in the cold sea.
The desperation grew when she picked up number six. An American blue knee-dress with a red belt decorated with white stars. Her 4th of July dress. A little out of place maybe?
The last one, the seventh one was also disastrous. A pale blue strapless dress with baby pink details. The perfect Barbie prom dress. Between brackets: obviously not a Peyton dress.
Why did she feel so suddenly out of place? She had worn all those dresses, but not one made her feel like herself. Sure she liked them all. Or almost all.
But something was missing. Something that made the dress really 'hers'. This sort of magic. This piece of her that made her feel pretty and complete.
She needed that piece back, and she realised she wouldn't find it in this closet. She needed something new, she needed herself.
Like she was retro, something old but something new.
And she would find it. Maybe Chicago wasn't her hometown but that didn't mean it had no magic. Chicago had definitely magic. It wasn't as refined as Tree Hill's magic. It wasn't that warm. It wasn't that friendly. It wasn't that 'home'. But Chicago's magic was rough, rushing and slightly familiar.
It was a magic she had partly grown into. This little piece of another home, a temporary stay to find out for what she was destined to be for.
But she had to pay it its last respects. She would do it now.
Quickly she pulled on a pair of white pants and a red loose top and finished it off with her black leather jacket. She picked up her hand bag after she had slipped on her pair of most comfortable high heels. If she would say goodbye to shopping in Chicago, she would do it in style.
On her way out she passed Elle.
"You want to go out shopping with me." Peyton hoped deeply she could get her best friend here in Chicago to go with her. They had done it so many times before. But the blue-eyed blonde apologise. Duty was calling.
Slightly disappointed Peyton made her way on the Chicago streets. She had almost been sure it was Elle's day off. But maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was better if she did this alone. She had to find herself back, alone.
Without caring she passed all the expensive boutiques where she always shopped because Pete told her so. But not this time. This time isn't for Pete.
This time it was for Lucas and she would do more than her very best from him. He deserved the real her.
Her feet began to hurt in throbbing pain when she had been walking through Chicago for what seemed forever. Since losing Roxanne Peyton had been neglecting her body. She used to work out quiet often but after losing her precious daughter, it seemed like she had lost to connection with her body. She used to be pretty conscious of it and now she didn't feel like fitting in anymore.
Peyton was about to give herself a break when her eyes were attracted like magnets to some beautiful dresses in the show window of an old looking boutique. All forgetting about the pain in her feet she went inside.
She was overwhelmed by all the different colours and different materials in the little store. The shelves were old and the store was slightly dark even dust dared to twirl around in the sunlight that flew through the window.
For a brief moment Peyton closed her eyes to feel all of this. And she felt what she was looking for. The magic of Chicago. She found it in a second-hand clothing store. As most celebrities would hate it, she again was different from them, she simply adored this. She didn't need a unique Channel dress that would cost her a small fortune.
No, this is what she wanted. An old but new piece of clothing, an outfit with a story.
"Can I help you?" A redhead's voice welcomed Peyton.
"Yes. I am looking for a dress." Peyton replied, almost unconsciously she observed the other woman. She probably was nearing her forties. Peyton could read that from the woman's face. The face of the redhead began to show cracks and the side of her eyes and on the corners on her mouth. But her eyes had the same energy as twenty-one year old girl that was ready to discover the world.
"The occasion?" The warm voice embraced Peyton.
"A date." Peyton said shyly and felt a pink blush creep upon her cheeks. She never thought that the idea of a date with Lucas Scott would make her blush.
The woman smiled brightly before excusing herself. After a few minutes the redhead returned with her arms full of dresses. She hung them on the side of a closet, ten dresses.
Peyton immediately disliked six of them. If they weren't too much revealing, they didn't reveal anything at all. She felt the most attracted to this black empire dress. But in the back of her head was a little voice screaming that she should get over the 'black' and move on. It was time to leave the mourning behind. Or at least for one night.
The black one was also out. Only a red and a green dress remained.
"Do these dresses have a story?" Peyton asked. She loved the story behind something.
"Well." The woman began. "The red one was from a girl who was at her way to a party but she fell of the stairs and broke her leg. And the green one was from a woman who found her man cheating on her on her tenth wedding anniversary."
Peyton shrunk inside. That wasn't really the magic she was looking for. Those two dresses were like a recipe for bad luck.
"Do you have other dresses?" Peyton asked.
The older woman thought and after a minute she left again without saying anything. After a few minutes she returned with the most gorgeous dress Peyton had ever seen.
"The story after this dress is," The redhead began when she had hung the purple dress on the closet. "This was the dress of a girl who was supposed to be her sister's maid of honour at her sister's wedding. She never wore it because the day of her sister's wedding her boyfriend asked to marry her and she married the same day as her sister."
Peyton was charmed by the dress. Her hand ran over the royal purple chiffon. The feel of it made her shiver from head to toe. She closed her hazel eyes and saw herself wrapped in the beautiful piece of fabric. How the little ties graced her waist and shoulders. The sexy touch of the see through fabric that started above her collar bone and ran down to her shoulder blades. The heat in her body grew by the thought of Lucas' fingers playing with the ties on her shoulders. Just this all took her breath away.
"I am taking this one." She said after putting it on. "I am so taking this one."
A strange feeling, something like blissful and relieved washed over here. She was about to pay when her hazel eyes flew to a little cupboard from glass. A collection of rings, bracelets and necklaces shined in it.
The saleswoman saw her looking at them.
"I make them myself." She said. "You see anything you like?"
And yes Peyton did saw something she liked. She saw something she fell in love with.
A very simple silver necklace with a fantasy of a diamond heart on it. A diamond letter was trapped in the outlined heart.
"Do you have that necklace with a 'R'?" Peyton asked, pointing at the adorable necklace.
"Yes I have." She answered and opened a drawer in her counter. With her elegant hands she took the necklace out.
"You are very lucky. There are only a few letters available." She said with a warm voice.
"Why?" Peyton's curiosity was awakened.
"I make them myself and I only made a collection with the first letters of my sibling's first names. So I only have a set with the 'J' because my brother's name is Jeroen, with the 'E' and the 'R' because my sisters are called Evelien and Roos. And with the 'P' because my name is Paulien." She said while smiling, she had such a heart-warming smile.
"Odd names." Peyton said while looking at the necklace.
"Ooh. They are Dutch names. My parents have a diamond shop in Antwerp in Belgium. But I fell in love with this city when I came on business trip here."
A half hour later Peyton was a happy girl when she was looking for a cab. She had the dreams she dreamt of, the shoes, a little collection of jewellery.
She had bought the necklace, the matching bracelet, the matching ring and the matching earrings. Paulien assured her she would make extra letters for her if she wanted to. Probably because Peyton had paid the original price multiply with three. Paulien at first didn't want the extra money but Peyton wanted to thank her one way or another for this.
And through she had paid triple the price and already a dress and shoes she still had a part of her budget. Maybe it was because she was used to have a big shopping budget the past two years. But she knew once she was discovered there wouldn't be much shopping budget anymore. And honestly, she was fine with that, she was through with expensive designer cloths.
After doing another stop, Peyton finally was back at the hotel. She was about to open the door of her room when she was stopped by Lucas.
"Don't open that door." He said when he flew across to hallway to her.
"Why?" She asked innocently but she had already a slight idea.
"Because I have a surprise in there." He said quickly and kissed a sweet kiss to her mouth. Peyton closed her eyes to savour the moment, and she couldn't suppress a very little moan.
"I'll take your room to change than." She simply stated but Lucas caught her wrist gently before she could do two steps.
"That one is kind of in use too." He said. There was this tinkling in his blue eyes that made Peyton feel warm inside.
"You can change in my room." Elle's voice flew up and she closed Lucas' door behind her. She handed her the key card.
"Wasn't today your free day?" Peyton asked. The blonde was sure she was right.
"Yes. But Lucas' asked to help him. Just go change and be back in an hour. You'll see what we've done." She said and looked at Lucas like the two shared a big secret. If Peyton only knew …
In five minutes Peyton stood before the door of Elle's room. She had been in this part of the building before, had stand here before but never had been inside the room. She opened the door and was surprised at how small the room actually was.
Seven by seven meters, just enough space for a single bed, a cupboard, a little table and two chairs, a small couch and a television. Peyton got almost tears in her eyes by seeing this, she realised that she had been living in a dream the last two years. The French girl's bathroom was as disastrous. Only a small bath and shower in one. A cheap looking sink and toilet.
Peyton undressed herself and took a shower. After that she couldn't decide what to do with her hair. Curls were who she was. Or rather who she used to be. The teenager that run away. Curls and stern straight mixed up was who she was in Chicago, she couldn't decide. And now she wanted to do something new. Her blonde hair had grown pretty long over the last months. It reached until the end of her shoulder blades. She decided to straighten it again, but loosely.
After that she began on her task of putting on her lingerie. It would take the most time. Probably it would take more time to put them on than for Lucas to get them off. Or was that wishful thinking? When he mentioned anything like that this morning she went freaking out and now she longed for it somehow.
After struggling with the lingerie she got to her dress. With much care she putted it on, let herself be wrapped in the magic. Than her shoes. Now it was time for her make up. In her purse she only had lipstick and mascara but she didn't need more.
She opened Elle's closet, remembering that the girl had told her that she had a large mirror on the inside of the door. Even she said it herself, Peyton didn't look bad. She even thought she looked pretty, and that was already a long time ago when that thought had crossed her mind.
After loosing Roxanne she had been taken away to dark places by the monsters of depression. She had stayed in the words of the shadows of sorrow. Everything had been black. And now suddenly there was a dark cloud that had been shoved away and there was light again.
The dress was like a glove over body. Or maybe the little corset underneath it helped a bit. After loosing Roxanne Peyton really had been careless with her body. From not eating anything to eating everything in reach for time to time made her weight go into the jojo movement.
She took a deep breath, looked one last time in the mirror to see if her hair looked decently. And it did, it looked different but good different. Her hair had grown in to different shades of blonde. From sunny blonde at the top of her head to the illusion of brown on the ends of the locks. And she had left the straight hair and the curls behind because now it playfully waved.
She grasped for her necklace and let her fingers embraced the heart which captured the 'R', the 'R' from Roxanne. No constant black anymore to remind herself of her lost daughter. She wouldn't be remembered anymore as grief, only as a beautiful of piece of her being. The best of herself.
She grabbed her little purse and hurried down the hallways to Lucas' room. She was in the elevator when her cell phone went off. She really needed to change her ringtone, no 'The Take Over, The Break's Over' for her anymore of this phone call.
"Hello." She answered her phone. "Miss Wentz. Or should I say Miss Sawyer. You're getting divorced tomorrow. Be in Pete's room at 8 am."
The smile on face must have been huge because when the elevator doors opened she met Lucas amazed face.
"What are you so happy about?" He asked while offering her his hand.
"I am getting divorced tomorrow." She screamed and jumped into his arms, not caring if she crumbled his blue-grey button down shirt.
They hugged for a moment longer and than Lucas leaded her further into the hallway. They had the Fall Out Boy-part of the hotel for them alone since the group was out for a public appearance on TV.
Like a real gentleman Lucas opened the door for her and leaded her of her room. The room was almost fully dark. Almost. Except from the candlelight that glow from the table and on every place available.
"Luke?" She brought out amazed.
"Sshh. Just enjoy." He whispered into her ear. The hot breath tickling it causing shivers to run over her back.
The whole dinner they flirted like there wouldn't be a world tomorrow. They were undressing each other with their eyes. The'inappropriate' touches underneath the table-cloth. Than came dessert, chocolate covered strawberries.
Their hands had crept closer to one another's on the table-cloth until their fingertips touched.
"What happened to your hand?" Lucas asked shocked when he noticed the bruised knuckles.
"I-I-." She didn't get much chance to say anything before Lucas picked her hand of from the table and cupped it in his hands. Then he brought it softly to his mouth and let his mouth enclose each knuckles. Sensual little waves of pain followed through her body. Goosebumps spreading all over her skin.
"I bruised it when I kind of get angry of your safe." She murmured embarrassed. He only looked up at her and smiled sweetly before letting his lips slide from her knuckles over her fingers to press a kiss to her palm. Then slowly laid it back down on the table.
He noisy exhaled while he looked at her, took her in. She was looking so beautiful. For the first time in months her hazel eyes were shinning with the same fragile glow than the sun on the first day of spring. Her lips were graced with a genuine smile. And her hair, she suddenly looked so mature in some sort of way. So feminine. So how she was supposed to be.
After dinner Lucas leaded Peyton to his room and let her choose a movie to watch at. She choose 'Tristan&Isolde' because she never had seen it. She knew Gavin DeGraw made the soundtrack and the song was so beautiful. The movie must be the same.
They sneaked into the couch and cuddled up against each other. They both enjoyed the feeling of being so close to each other. The feeling this invoked was so heart-warming and cosy.
When the movie ended Peyton turned around in his embrace and looked up at him. Very slowly she let her lips near his. They met in a lovely little kiss. Peyton began to deepen their kisses and it was hard for Lucas to resist with a body that longed for her touch, but he first wanted to do something else.
"Get up." He brought out when she finally broke away from him for some oxygen.
"What are we going to do?" She asked confused when she got up eventually.
"We're going to take a little walk."
Only five minutes later they were in the garden of the hotel. The green space was beautifully peaceful at night but Peyton had never noticed that. She had always been too busy to enjoy the calming feeling this place could bring her.
Their feet began to move in sync and their hands entangled again. Her hurt one with his strong one. This was the proof. Love hurts but it only makes it stronger.
Her head collided gently with his shoulder as they walked on the pads paved with stones. This was it. This calm. It was something that only existed between the two of them.
Lucas still wasn't used to her more 'bodily' behaviour but tenderly threw his strong left arm around her fragile shoulders. They walked between the trees, bushes and flowers not sharing a word. The silence was enough to tell them what they needed to know.
As the darkness began to break by the light of the uncountable stars in the sky and the sounds of the birds and insects in the garden started to fade into nothing. Lucas' longings came to life. They awoke from their sleep after so many years of nightmares. Tonight they would dream.
The air of the night made them feel freer and more daring. And Lucas' fingers crept over her arms to play with the ties of Peyton's dress that rested on her shoulders.
"Lucas?" Peyton said on a firm tone but the only thing that followed was a throaty moan from his side. This was building too high on him. This pressure was too big. His longings wanted to dream.
And Peyton saw that. This look in his eyes. She couldn't deny him anything anymore. Because tonight, tonight would be from only them.
Like two horny teenagers they stumbled back to his room. Hitting walls and objects in the progress of getting there as fast as possible without losing too much physical contact. As soon as the door slammed shut there was nothing more than hands, lips, moans and groans and skin on skin.
Her hands were like tornados on his body. Her flexible fingers unbuttoned his shirt while her lipstick-covered lips kissed him everywhere in her reach. As soon as the shirt pooled down on the floor her hands flew his belt, unbuckling it only cost her only a few seconds. The zipper of his pants shared the same fate. Her body was about to shut her mind out when she saw his arousal through his blue boxers, but Lucas interrupted her. He wanted to savour this moment.
He sucked in a deep breath of dry hotel air filled with passion. He took her in from head to toe before placing his warm hands onto her covered skin. His fingers sneaked through the loops of her ties on her dress and with one motion they both were untied. The material fell of her upper body, the royal purple lingerie appearing.
Peyton grew impatient with Lucas' lack of actions so she decided to get herself out of the dress. It only took her few seconds to wiggle out of the purple chiffon.
And there it was, a gorgeous set of deep purple lingerie all for Lucas's ocean blue eyes to adore.
The only thought that crossed his mind was that she must be an angel. She looked so innocent but playful in the purple with white detailed thin fabric.
Lucas had a hard time trying to catch his breath when she neared him.
"I could use a hand with these." She said pointing at the various items that still covered her body. And Lucas was happy to help. God, sure he was, this was what he had been dreaming about since the first moment he laid eyes on her years and years back.
His masculine hands moved behind her and his long fingers finding the loops which he loosened. The corset widened as her fuller figure made its escape. Only a few moments later the feminine garment met the ground.
Lucas wondered why Peyton so desperately seemed to hide her figure. Her curves had grown fuller with her pregnancy. She looked even more stunning to him now. Maybe she still was in secret denial of what had happened and badly tried to hide the tracks it left.
But the thought soon flew out of the imaginary window when he saw her hazel eyes grow lustful and her hands flew into his thick blond hair and her lips met his.
Lucas' hands were warm and strong when they travelled over the bare skin of her sides and his fingers welcomed the feel of her gather belt. His deep blue eyes stumbled down over her body and his gaze landed over her long legs.
Control was like a cube of ice that melted against their bodies. The heat that radiated of their bodies made control melt. Lucas scooped her up and placed her on the bed. As soon as Peyton felt the butt hit the soft sheets she let herself fall back into them, the thick mattress letting her bounce back slightly. She adored the feeling that the softness brought her, while taking in a deep, shuddering breathe she stretched herself out. Her arms travelled from above her head to her sides and her feet landed on his chest.
A sensation so deep that it seemed to come from a place he had no idea he had, overflowed Lucas. Looking down upon her, her legs seemed to go own for miles. His hands went to chase over them, the nylon against his rough hands creating a friction that made his blood even flow faster through his veins.
His fingers collided with purple gathers. Very slowly, almost torturing slow, he freed the nylon stockings. His hands embraced her leg, pulled the stocking downwards, his lips following directly. He kissed each toe before letting the nylon pool on the ground. The other leg deserved and got the same treatment.
Lucas' full lips paid special attention to Peyton's shot wound scar. The skin around it was extremely tender. Tender that could make run shivers over your spine, in either pleasure or pain, but this time it was definitely pleasure.
Her breath became ragged. The amount of oxygen she took in wasn't barely the amount that ended up back in her longs, the various moans and murmurs stole it.
Her pearl white teeth were buried in her lower lip and Lucas saw how her eyes closed to intensify the feelings that build in her belly. Lucas couldn't help but smirk. He had never dared to think that he could have this effect on her. His favourite blonde laying there, unable to be motionless and her lips releasing adoring words all for him.
Also the second piece of nylon pooled on the ground and only seconds later the gather belt fell in between them.
He was nearing destiny. Only two items and she would be his. He must be dreaming, he just felt so funny all at once. But this just couldn't be happening. This was too good to be true.
But true it was when Peyton took a hold of his hand and placed each one them on her breasts. Her heart pounded against her chest.
Lucas crawled on the bed and placed himself on his knees before pulling Peyton flush against him. His hands moved behind her back but they failed to unclasp the bra, his fingers were just trembling too much, he was growing more nervous on the same pace as the rhythm of his heart. Fast. Peyton noticed his fumbling and reached behind her back and unclasped the soft garment for him.
"Were these what you were looking for?" She husked out after putting her hands behind her so his blue eyes could admire the newly exposed flesh for the very first time in his life.
"Exactly." He managed to bring out before his warm rough hands enclosed her both supple breasts. "Exactly." He repeated, still trying to figure out of this was a dream or not.
His hands ventured down to her lower regions. The feeling under his fingertips changing from smooth and sweaty to smooth and tickling. His hands were itching and his instincts grew like animal-like when his goal was just one obstacle away.
His lust had overtaken him. He was so occupied with her and her body and the thought how much he wanted her that he didn't feel how painful his manhood throbbed and ached for attention. But Peyton did. Her fingers were like electricity against his skin when she pulled at his boxers. Their eyes locked and an agreement was made in silence. At the same moment they pulled down each other's underwear and it went flying through the air to end up on the ground.
This was real, hit Lucas. This was real and so perfect. She was perfect. And she was his, finally his.
It was like his mind was plugged out and his body was in control. Peyton cocked her eyebrow up and his intense look. She was the prey he would devour.
Peyton wrapped her legs around his back and from there on it just went unbelievably fast. All of a sudden he felt himself entering her. Her wet walls stretching out to take him in. A painful groan escaped her went she tried to accommodate all of him. She couldn't help it when one little tear zigzagged over her cheek. This must be how it feels. Feeling complete.
Very slowly he pulled out, almost fully pulled out to than thrust back in with some force when she was about to protest. She wailed when he did that. And each little sound she made caused his rhythm to pick up.
The voice in the back of his head was telling him to pay more attention to her instead unbridling himself on her. But he just couldn't help himself. He had dreamt of this moment a thousand times before. Maybe wasn't the perfect scenario, but this was the language that his body spoke and not his mind. And his mind was in control. Neither Peyton seemed to complain about the lack of attention. She was humming with her eyes closed, her fingers playing with his hair and little kisses were pressed upon on the skin she could reach.
His pace picked up dramatically and he was nearing his climax. He knew. But it was too quickly. This couldn't be already. He would do anything to make this last forever. And he knew something that would bring him a little closer to forever.
Pulling her unexpectedly on top, causing her to moan with surprise and pleasure when he buried himself into her from a delicious new angle, intensifying her pleasure by delaying his own orgasm.
Between his thrusts upwards, Lucas grabbed Peyton's hands which were softly rubbing over his muscled abdomen.
He took her hands, bring them up with his for leverage. Both sharing the control over their endless pleasure, cooperating their movements from him thrusting upwards into her and she grinding her hips into his.
Lucas saw her searching for release as her the picked up feverish, letting her hips crash faster and more forceful into his. Also Lucas was on the edge, he could feel how is body was preparing itself for the big explosion. And suddenly he stilled his movements, letting her eyes fly open in surprise and her moaning disappeared disappointed.
She found his blue eyes grinning at her, and she knew what he was doing. He was delaying their moment of such great highs.
Peyton gives him a naughty look before Lucas decided to pull her lips down onto his, hard, and letting them meet in a hot open-mouth kiss. Her tongue immediately started to explore the depths of his sweet mouth.
Without any announcement Lucas plunged deeply into her, and letting her groan out in unforeseen pleasure.
Her hips taking up a dramatic rhythm as Lucas obligated them it by crashing faster and faster into her. Peyton was dangling over the edge of release with her eyes squeezed shut to multiply her enjoyment. Her slender body was all sweaty and shaky preparing itself to be taken over soon. Lucas decided to help her by untangling one hand and letting it travel down between her breasts and over her tummy then letting the finger dip into her belly button before slowing down as it got closer to its destiny.
Peyton groaned out in expecting and then his fingers reached down, and rubbed her clit furiously causing her to scream out his name when she went over the edge. She was milking his cock so hard he went just seconds after her, and letting the spasm take control over his weakening body.
Their breathing grew back to normal while their bodies sneaked into each other's loving embrace with the last power they had before sleep would come and overmaster them.
Lucas never felt this … he didn't know how to describe it but he knew where it came from.
His longings dreams had come true, and not only the ones from his longings.
"I've got two tickets for a flight to Tree Hill for tomorrow." Lucas whispered into the air of their bliss.
"Perfect." Peyton whispered.
Tomorrow would finally start what they were meant to be for.