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Chapter Thirteen

He doesn't know who would be visiting him right now. He didn't have any plans with anyone. He knows that everyone has plans today. He decided that he would just stay home and chill, relax. The past couple of weeks have been stressful and he's been looking forward to having a day to himself. Guess he wasn't going to have a relaxing with whoever is on the other side of the door. He wishes now that he should have told everyone that he just wanted a day to himself and didn't want to be bothered. That would have been a good idea, but then again his good ideas usually fall apart. Lucas sighs before opening with the plan to let his guest in. When he sees who's standing on the other side of the door, he stops. He stops his movement, his breathing. Time stands still. Is it really her? No, no way, she left. She's gone. She's never coming back. Yet, here she is, standing in front of him just as beautiful as he remembers from the last time he saw her. The last time he saw her. The last time he saw her was sixteen years ago when they were teenagers. He watched drive away in the comet. When she was pregnant with his child. What makes her think she can come back here after keeping his daughter from him? Now… Now he is angry.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Lucas asks, the anger evident in his voice.

"Hi, Luke," She whispers.

"Don't hi, Luke me, Peyton," Lucas bitterly spits. "You really think I want to talk to you. I haven't seen you since we were fucking eighteen years old. Since I found out that you were fucking pregnant with my baby. You really think I'm going to be all nice to you because I'm not. There's no fucking way in hell that I'm going to be nice to you not after what you did to me. I don't even know why you came here. Why did you even come back? It's been sixteen fucking years. Sixteen years since you've been raising my daughter. Did you really think that a photo was going to make up for everything? So tell me, Peyton fucking Elizabeth fucking Sawyer, why in the hell did you come back here?"

"I guess I shouldn't have," Peyton sniffs, looking down and wiping the tears away. "I know… I know I don't deserve a second chance. I admit, I have made a lot of mistakes. Most of them I don't deserve forgiveness for. I know you don't want to see me, but Lucas, I have to see you. I have to talk to you. You may not love me anymore, but I've never stopped loving you. The past sixteen years you are the only man I've thought about. Every time I look at Sawyer, I see you and I'm sure if Sam had lived he would have looked just like you. You don't know how many years I've battled with myself if I should come back or not. I guess Sawyer gave me the final push. God when I heard she was here, I knew that she only came because she wants to meet you. I knew I had to get to you first before she did. I really need to talk to you, Lucas. I don't care if you hate me, but I really need to tell you about your daughter. So please let me talk to you, if not for me, for Sawyer. Please, Lucas, I want to you to meet Sawyer."

"You kept me away from my daughter for sixteen years," Lucas whimpers, tears falling down his face. "Why should I let you into my house? How could say that you still love me? Do you know what my life has been like for the past sixteen years?"

"No," Peyton admits, tears of her own falling down her cheeks. "I don't know what your life has been like since I left, but I have a feeling that you are going to blame me for everything that's happened because I'm such a bad person. God, I made a mistake by leaving you when I was pregnant and now everything is my fault. You know what maybe I should just leave."

Lucas grabs Peyton by the waist, pulling her close to him. His lips are on hers in a second. He pulls her into the house, slamming the door shut with his foot. He pushes Peyton against the door. His hands move from her waist to her butt, he lifts her up off the floor. Peyton wraps her legs around Lucas' body. His lips move from her lips to her neck. A moan escapes from her lips. They shouldn't be doing this. Oh, no, they should not be doing this. But this. This, what they're doing, is sixteen years of emotion. They both have waited sixteen years for this.

Lucas pulls away from the wall with one arm wrapped around Peyton, he walks upstairs into his bedroom. There he lays Peyton onto the bed and crawls on top of her, putting all of his weight onto his elbows. He looks at her and she looks at him. Peyton lifts her hand up to Lucas' cheek, she slowly lets her hand slide Lucas' cheek. She memorizes his skin once again. Skin she hasn't felt in such a long time. How could she ever leave? Peyton closes her eyes and moans as she feels Lucas' lips on her skin once again. She can feel her top being opened, his hands running up and down her body. The touches she hasn't felt in such a long time. Her shirt and bra along with her pants and underwear are pulled off all in a fast motion. She, in turn, takes Lucas' shirt, pants, and underwear off. God, the body she hasn't seen in such a long time. It's the same as she remembers. No, it's better than she remembers at least his abs are. Those abs, Peyton thinks to herself as she runs her hand up and down his abs.

"Luke," Peyton moans. "I need you… I need you inside me right now."

"Are you sure?" Lucas asks.

"Yes, I am," Peyton says.

Lucas thrust into Peyton. God, it feels so good. They both have been missing this for the past sixteen years and now it is really happening.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

It doesn't take long before they both reach their high. Lucas collapses next to Peyton. Both of them breathing heavy. Did they really just have sex? Yes, they did. Both of them have smiles on their faces. Peyton rolls on her side so she's facing Lucas. Lucas remains on his back, looking up at the ceiling. Peyton runs her hand up and down Lucas' arm. She knows neither one of them are ready to talk. She fine with the silence. But then her smile fades as she actually thinks about what she has just done. She's just had sex with Lucas Scott. When she got on the plane to come back to Tree Hill, she promised herself she wouldn't do anything stupid. Yet, she went and had sex with him. How could she let herself do that? She promised she wouldn't fall for his charms, but she did. She fell for his charms fast and hard. Kind of like the sex they just had. God, why did she do this? The only reason… The only reason why she came here was to talk to Lucas. That was the only reason just to talk. That's not how things turned out. God, that's not how things turned out. Not how they turned out at all. The tears come to Peyton's eyes, she doesn't even try to hide her tears. She can't count how many times Lucas has seen her cry. She wraps the sheet around her, moving away from Lucas as he moves closer to her. She hits the headboard and that's when the waterfall of tears fall down her cheeks. She finally lets Lucas come close to her, allowing him to pull her into his arms. She wraps her arms around him, holding him tight as she cries into his chest and as her body starts to shake. She can hear Lucas whispering in her ear, but she doesn't know what he's saying, her sobs are too loud. All her emotions coming at her at once. Everything she's been keeping in for the past sixteen years.

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