**Tryin something new with the nobody point of view, and the much awaited detailed smut scene between Peyton and Jane!**

Nobody POV

She was it. She was the only thing he could think about. The only thing in the world that mattered was that Jane was kissing him, and quite passionately too. At first he resisted, trying to push her off. Trying to convince her that she shouldn't be throwing herself at him.

"I don't care." She kept saying. As she peppered kisses along his neck. He tried to hold back a groan but failed. It just seemed to fuel the fire growing beneath her eyes. Her gorgeous dark brown eyes. Wait, what? Snap out of it! But look at her. But nothing. We feel nothing. I do. I always have and I always will. Get her off. Pull her close. Push her down. Fell her skin, lips, hair. Throw her out of here. Lay her on the ground. Up against the wall, I have no preference. What do you think you're doing?! This is me. This is her. Here and now. She loves me. I love her. No you don't. You can't let it show. I forbid it! Forbid this!

Peyton's inner war was shut down as his lips came crashing down to hers once more and he hiked her up by her legs and pushed her against the wall. He couldn't get enough of her. Her smell was intoxicating, her skin was incredibly smooth and her lips tasted of honey.

Jane's fingers raked through his hair and she felt him shudder. He went to suck on a spot on her neck and Jane groaned. She couldn't believe this was happening! Would he feel anything when this was over? Or is she just a quick fuck to him? I don't care! I have him now. I don't know when I'll have him again, so for now, he's mine, and I'm his. And everything is perfect. She felt one of his hands go to her breast as his lips reclaimed hers. She gasped at his touch, his hands were rough, but he was surprisingly gentle, just like the Peyton she knew before… She pulled back quickly.

"Peyton look at me." She demanded.

His eyes slowly met hers. His silvery eyes were dark and dilated, but there was a spark within them that she hadn't seen since before they were kidnaped. "Jane…" Her voice rolled off of his tongue like a prayer.

She felt her eyes water. "Hi Peyton." Then, he smiled. A real smile. Not beaming like Finn when Roark was born. Not a fake smirk like the changed Peyton would give. But a genuine smile. Then, slowly, he leaned in and rested his forehead against hers.

"Is this real?" He breathed out. After hearing his father ask his mother the very same question so many times before and only now understanding the significance of the answer he was about to receive.

"Yes." Jane giggled.

Peyton laughed with her, and then began to kiss her once more. This time, rather than leaning her against the wall, he picked her up and carried her to the bed in the corner of the cabin and laid her down softly against the fur blanket. Her skin glowing in the firelight. This is the kind of moment that Peyton always imagined; on their wedding night with the moon rather than the sun peaking through the window, how he would lay her down and slowly make love to her, and she would be his and he would be hers, forever. Jane on the other hand, had always imagined it a little faster and spontaneous, not necessarily on their wedding night, but still loving.

She had imagined that it would hurt.

He imagined kissing away any tears that popped through her lids.

She imagined awkward fumbling.

He imagined soft gentle touches and movements.

She imagined a fast pace.

He imagined slow.

She imagined a sticky hot mess.

He imagined watching her pant with pleasure.

She imagined getting it over with.

He imagined foreplay to get her warmed up.

They both imagined the other cumming with their names on each other's tongue.

He traced her collar bone while she reached to undo his belt buckle. He eyed her carefully and she just smirked. Her fingers brushing against his stomach. He shuddered, and she smiled. He shrugged off his pants after she finally got it undone, she purposely took her time so she could tease him through his pants. They were kissing again, but rougher this time. Peyton then took his time slowly reaching down to her panties, tracing her stomach as he went, until finally, cupping her through the fabric, causing Jane to shudder almost violently.

She could feel herself grow wet and needy. Her skin began to crawl whenever he pulled away. A tightness boiling inside her that needed some kind of release, and Peyton wasn't about to give it to her without a fight. She hooked her leg around his waist and pushed her weight to the side flipping them over. Peyton smiled when she did this, partially because he liked when she took charge, but also because her face was contorted in concentration, but her eyes were wide and wild. Dilated and darker than he'd ever seen.

She quickly began rubbing herself on the bulge in his boxers and she let out a sigh. Peyton's breath caught in his throat, and let out something that sounded like a strangled gasp. His head fell back against the pillow and Jane smiled.

Then just before Peyton could register anything else going on around him, Jane reached up behind her back, and unclipped her bra, exposing herself to him. Peyton had felt them many times, but he had never actually seen them seeing as they used to only be able to fool around in a school after hours. His eyes darkened even more and he could feel himself twitch. Jane enjoyed his reaction so much that she could feel herself moisten under his gaze. An unsatisfying ache between her legs grew unbearable. Before she could react, Peyton's hands gripped her hips almost violently as he sat up pressing her into him. His forehead pressed to hers. The only sound that surrounded them was each other's heavy breathing.

His fingers glided up and down her back, feeling the smooth healed skin. He knew she wanted to keep her scars, and he knew they took them from her. He also knew it was her mother who told the doctors to remove them. Jane was so like her mother: she was tough, and wanted to seem tough, but in the end, the scars would have been a reminder of all the bad things that happened, not just what she survived; that she would be happier in the end with them gone. Mrs. Hawthorne admitted that as soon as she could get her scars removed, she did; having them there all the time made her depressed and angry. She didn't want that for Jane.

Peyton's hands slid up and down her back lovingly. Jane's fingers were tangled in his hair. The feeling of her chest pressed to his was heavenly. She rolled her hips towards his, only adding a spark to her growing fire. Peyton tensed, but Jane didn't stop. She kept her hips rolling and leaned in to kiss him. His lips were warm and soft. Peyton's hips were soon rolling with hers and a low growl erupted from his throat.

Jane let out a small squeak of surprise as she soon landed on her back with Peyton hovering over her. The ache between her legs growing by the second. Her entire being felt hot and heavy.

Peyton held his weight above her by his forearms resting by her head. He swore his skin must look sickly pale because he could only feel blood in his lower region. He could feel himself throbbing and pulsing like he never had before. All those times in the classroom could never compare to this feeling. Not even when he touched himself was he this hard.

Jane slowly reached down to his boxers and gripped him firm. Peyton thrust into her hand as if his life depended on it. With her feet and her other hand, she gently pulled them the rest of the way down his legs until he was completely bare in front of her. Sure they had fooled around before, but she had never seen him fully exposed like this.

"Jane?" Peyton asks playfully. Jane's eyes snap back to his as she just now realizes she was staring. She feels her face flush and her face pulls to a slight frown. He smiles down at her. She, not wanting to risk any more embarrassment starts pumping his length and pushes her lips onto his forcefully. He groans at the sudden contact, quickly pushing her deeper into the bed.

It doesn't take Jane long to realize that the only thing separating Peyton and her were her panties. She pauses just for a moment to understand what would happen if they were to leave her body. It's just the pause that Peyton needs. He slips his fingers inside her underwear and starts tugging lightly, looking up into her eyes for permission.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Jane says in a slightly accusatory but mostly teasing tone.

Peyton rolls his eyes slightly and smiles back at her. Then in one swift movement, Jane is left completely naked under him. Peyton's eyes waste no time in admiring her body.

"Peyton..?" Jane looks up questioning his thoughts. "Just so you know I wanted you to be my first." Her gaze drops. "But then…"

"I know." He says simply, no anger or disappointment in his voice. "I don't want to talk about that right now."

"Since this is about to happen you know I just thought I'd let you-"

He puts a finger to her mouth. "Shut. Up." He says almost darkly. And rather than cower from his dark demeanor, Jane feels instantly turned on even more. His hands grasp her wrists tightly and pin them above her head. Peyton then positions himself at her entrance. "You know once this happens, you belong to me." Jane likes possessive Peyton.

"And if I misbehave?" She challenges.

He smirks dangerously, and his grasp on her wrists tighten slightly. "Don't tempt me."

Jane smiles back. "But it's just too much fun." With that statement Peyton pushes forward inside her just an inch. Jane arches her back and moans at the desired contact. There's heat flowing everywhere in her being, but an ache that remains achy in her womanly region. Peyton's not moving… She opens her eyes and looks at him curiously. He just smirks, staring at her. Although punishing Jane is his goal, its taking an extreme amount of self-control on his part NOT to move.

Jane soon realizes what's going on and tries to move her hips up to his hoping for just a bit more of that delicious friction. However, as soon as she moves towards him, he pulls away from her. Leaving her empty and unsatisfied at the loss of skin contact. After a few moments, he moves towards her again, just pushing the first inch in. Again, he doesn't move. Jane can handle it for the first few seconds, but as soon as she tries to move he pulls out. She lets out an aggravated whimper. By the fourth time of teasing her, she violently wiggles to try to free her hands but to no avail. She just closes her eyes, panting, and tries to find some kind of relief.

Her eyes jolt open when she feels his free hand gently stroking the side of her breast. Just a feather light touch. Not the harder kneading pressure she's almost begging for.

"Peyton please." She whines. But he ignores her. Now just resting the head of his enlarged cock on the outside of her entrance, just under her engorged nub. He notices her tense when he rubs his piece over it and his dark smile widens.

"Don't you dare." She threatens. "Peyton if you- mhhaa" His tip is slowly teasing her clit and it feels fantastic. She's at a complete loss of words and bodily function, all she can do it feel what he's doing to her and restrain from trying to get more out of fear for what could happen. He gets her so that she's breathing extremely hard and a sheen layer of sweat has coated her forehead. Her nipples perk up, and a flush runs from her cheeks to her abdomen. Her brown eyes look black they're so dilated.

"Pey…" She moans.

Peyton is very much enjoying the sight of her wriggling and struggling to catch her breath because of him, but he's going to have to do something to help relieve some pressure he himself is building up or he's going to be stuck with blue balls. That's not a pleasant feeling. He remembers all the times when she had to leave in order to please her dad and left him struggling to keep his composure. Now he has her here before him whimpering his name over and over pleasing her as he's always dreamed of.

Sweat has clearly coated his forehead at his restraint.

Jane begins to arch her back higher and higher and he brings her home. But not quite yet…

He pulls away.

Jane sits up immediately – almost knocking heads with him – knowing full well it was going to happen. It catches Peyton off guard and she frees her hands throwing him off balance. She flattens him on his back. She's red in the face, still panting, but this strength from her in a state like this is honestly not something he was expecting.

"You're such an ass." She whispers harshly at him, her eyes wide.

She was so close to orgasm, and he kept her on the edge. Do girls get blue balls? It wasn't something he ever wanted to ask his dad. He wasn't going to as Finnick or Finn because they'd probably use their own love life in an example. And Haymitch would either laugh at him for asking, or be too drunk to understand the question. But based on Jane's reaction, he figured she was in a little pain at the lack of release.

She leaned forward and kissed him, pinning him down. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close smirking into the kiss. He grabbed her butt and squeezed hard. She pulled away to gasp.

"I know." He responded smugly.

She narrowed her eyes at him, then smiled innocently to herself.

"What?" Peyton asked. But she did answer. All she did was kiss his mouth gently. It was far too gentle a kiss for a girl as turned on as she was, he thought to himself. That's when she started kissing his neck, causing him to inhale quickly. Working her way down his chest she left light kisses that added fuel to a fire behind his skin.

His breath then left him, when her lips came to the tip of his member. His eyes shot open in surprise. She giggled watching his reaction. Then she brought her mouth around the head and gave it a lengthy suck, swirling her tongue over it at the same time. Peyton's head flew back against the bed as he arched into her mouth. This wasn't happening. This wasn't real. Yes it is. She's real. This is real. Feel her. Look at her. Peyton managed to steal a second glance down at what she was doing. Her fingers traced his sack and gently cupped him as she bobbed up and down on his manhood. He felt heat rush up and down his body so violently that it felt like he was burning alive. He felt a familiar tightening down below. Oh no.

"Jane?" He breathed. But she mistook it as a sign for her to continue and started sucking harder. Making it even more difficult to concentrate. He wanted her to stop, but he really didn't. "Jane I… need…" He could feel her moaning against himself. The heat and tightening came to a peak.

Jane could feel him shudder beneath her and just seconds later, could feel him explode into her mouth hitting the back of her throat. She sucked him clean even as he began to deflate. It wasn't a particularly enjoyable taste; a salty bitter taste. But if she got to see Peyton come undone like this every time then so be it.

He shivered as his member was licked clean. His head felt fuzzy and he couldn't bring himself to form words. He could make out Jane's form coming to lay down next to him and she lazily kissed his cheek. He was having an extremely hard time coming to terms with what just occurred.

Jane just sucked me off.

Jane swallowed.

And she seems HAPPY about it!

He couldn't help the smile form on his face. Jane seemed to notice too, because not a moment later, she was smiling while she gently kissed his neck.

He wasn't sure how much time passed while they lay there. But he didn't want to change anything or go anywhere any time soon. The sun was now on its way down, and he didn't want to tell her to go home, back to her little tree fort for the night. No, he wanted her to stay right where she was. But how to convince her to stay? Did he really need to convince her? Just ask! Or perhaps he could return the favor?

Jane had closed her eyes a while ago, but felt no need to sleep. She was extremely proud of herself, but still slightly frustrated that she had not gotten any kind of release. And it wasn't helping that Peyton was now kissing her neck… What?!

Her eyes opened in confusion as she now witnessed Peyton hovering over her once more with his lips attached to her neck. Heat was suddenly flushing all over her body once more. "Peyton.." She moaned quietly. But Peyton heard it. And it fueled him on. He kissed anywhere he could get to.

When he reached her chest she sucked in a quick breath. He was simply grazing his lips over the sensitive skin. Teasing her once again. She would have none of it this time. She pushed her chest up to meet his mouth and let out a delighted gasp as he complied; opening his mouth he took in her perk nipple on one breast while his baker's hands kneaded the other. Jane was in a frenzy simply from this stimulation. But Peyton wasn't done with her.

His hands continued on her chest, but his mouth had another idea. Drifting down down down… Jane groaned loudly when Peyton's mouth connected with her sex. His tongue began to lick and tease her. She saw white, she couldn't process what was happening, all she could focus on was how it felt. Her belly began to tighten and Peyton's tongue entered her. Jane arched so hard it was painful. Her breathing was erratic and heavy. She felt light as a feather, yet she was being weighed down by the coiling heat in her center. Getting tighter and tighter and tighter until she had to scream to find some relief. Peyton bit her clit and suddenly Jane was sprung into the abyss. Warm waves of pleasure flowed through her being with no intent of stopping.

She vaguely felt Peyton move on top of her once more and kiss her neck, but she couldn't process it. When her vision finally did return, Peyton was staring into her eyes with the most beautiful combination of love and lust.

"Do you want this?" He asked in a husky voice that shot another wave of heat to Jane's quickly recovering center.

She nodded quickly. "Yes. I want you."

Jane raised her hips to meet his, as he used one of his hands to guide himself to her core, and begin to push in. She winced a bit at the stretching of her walls, but his pace was quick enough where the pain did not last long. Once he was fully inside her, he growled and dove his head into the crook of her neck. His body was shaking, but he was waiting for her 'okay'.

He couldn't believe how tight she was. It was better than anything he'd ever imagined. Her walls were warm and wet, beckoning him to come in and stay. But he had to move. His cock twitched with need to find his own release, but not before her. Ever the gentleman.

Jane began to kiss behind his ear causing him to shudder, and she rotated her hips causing them both to groan. He picked his head up and they locked eyes. She nodded and said, "Move." That was all he needed to hear.

Peyton pulled out slowly, and pushed back in at the same pace, causing Jane to whimper. It was so perfect. Like two lost puzzle pieces finally finding each other. He continued at the slow pace just to hear her make those noises. But Jane had enough of slow. She wanted it faster. And she knew if she let Peyton have his way, they would continue like this until they both came, which probably wouldn't be very long. He was still a virgin to the best of her knowledge, or at least, he was a few minutes ago.

She quickly threw her weight to one side and flipped them over. "My turn." She whispered in Peyton's ear. She sat on him and began to rise up and down, rotating as she went, faster and faster, harder and harder. Peyton gripped her hips so hard she was sure there would be bruises in the morning. The coiling in her belly became tight once more. She became desperate and began to cry out she was so close. Peyton decided to help her because he knew he wasn't going to be much longer. His finger went down to her most sensitive spot and he began to rub, tweak and press on her nub. Jane practically screamed when she hit her release. Her vision once again white, borderline red.

He took the opportunity to flip them once more and continue pounding into her to find his own release, which came fairly quickly after just watching the girl he loved come undone twice. His core was hot and ready, just a few more and it would find relief. After a couple long hard thrusts, he came, hard, slamming into her as he did.

Jane was just starting to come back to her senses as he collapsed on top of her. Both wearing a sheen layer of sweat and both sticky in the after sex smell. She knew that even though her first time was technically taken from her, Peyton would always be her first if she had anything to say about it.

They lay there, panting, trying to catch their breath, as the sun finally went down. The glow of night cooling them off.

Peyton pulled a blanket up to cover their bodies, and Jane curled into his chest. They locked eyes once more and without saying anything, they both knew. They knew that this was it for them. They would be together, for the rest of their lives. There was nothing that could tear them apart now. Peyton wouldn't allow anything to come between them, and Jane would be too stubborn to let it happen.

They drifted off in that cabin in the woods. The cabin that would always have a special meaning for them. The day they knew that everything, no matter how bad, would always turn out right in the end.

**So there it is ladies and gentlereaders. The story of the New Generation! I will end it with one last chapter as an epilogue to wrap everything up with a nice pretty bow. Thanks so much for sticking through my writers block, and school for getting in the way Happy Reading!**