Author Notes: This story was written for and inspire by the lovely and amazing xFauxdilocksx. She came up with the idea and really gave me the push I needed to finish this first chapter. Thank you for everything you have done. Please leave feel free to leave a review and enjoy!

Disclaimer: One Tree Hill is not mine.

Sleeping Somewhere cold… - Chapter 1

Lindsey Strauss had a fairly tough couple of months. She lost her fiancé, the home they shared together and a piece of her heart.

It sucked.

But she was not a teenager. She had real world responsibilities to deal with. Including being an editor for a major publishing house. So instead of spending the next few weeks curled up in a ball somewhere with a vat of cookie dough ice cream and constantly wearing pajamas, Lindsey was back at her desk doing the only thing she knew how to do.

Work.

So here she was first thing in the morning and back on her grind once again. Her desk was a mess. There was stack of manuscripts in her 'to read' pile, an email account filled with urgent messages and a backlog of voicemails to listen to. Everything a girl needed to keep her mind busy.

The phone started ringing and Lindsey picked it up. It felt to be back at her desk. She could focus on something that wasn't Lucas Scott. But as with most things, the universe had a different plan. Every single email and voicemail was about that damned Comet book that he had written.

Is Lucas going to do a book tour? Can we get an interview with Lucas? Can we book Lucas on this talk show?

Lucas, Lucas, Lucas, Lucas.

After about two hours of this, Lindsey needed a break. She turned her desk chair around and on the shelf was a copy of Lucas's manuscript.

"This damn thing…" Lindsay muttered as she flipped through the pages. Her fiancé had literally wrote a 300 page love letter to his ex-girlfriend right under her nose. How did she not notice it?

No.

This wasn't her fault at all. There was one person that was responsible for everything that happened to her. In fact she was sure of it.

Peyton Sawyer.

After all, if Peyton never came back from LA, she and Lucas would be married right now. But instead she was back in New York and feeling more alone than she had ever felt. Meanwhile, Peyton was probably back in Tree Hill right now fucking Lucas in the bed they used to share.

"So much for work taking my mind off things…" Lindsey chucked the script back onto her desk. She was just sad before. But now she was pissed. Pissed that she didn't see this coming. Pissed that she had given up so much to be with Lucas only to have some skinny blonde take it all away from her.

The more she thought about it the angrier she got. She felt like going back to Tree Hill and kicking Peyton's ass all over town just for the hell of it. She gripped the arm rest of her chair tightly, hoping to calm down a bit.

She was still at work. And as long as she was still at work there was nothing that she could do. But she was still furious. There had to be something she could do. She just didn't know what it was that she could do.

The phone thankfully rang once again and Lindsey jumped to answer it.

"Hey Mike…No...No I can't be at that meeting… I already have a breakfast meeting at 7:30 tomorrow…" Lindsey heard a knock at her door. Her assistant, Julie, would have just come in. So, who was at her door?

The door swung open and Lindsey looked up from her appointment book to see the person she was just thinking about. The universe had once again decided to screw with her and Peyton Sawyer to her office.

"Hi." Peyton said as she stepped into her office.

Lindsey could not believe this. Why the hell was this woman here? Her grip on the phone tightened and her teeth clenched. She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep calming breath and spoke

"I gotta go…" Lindsey hung up the phone and stared at her current visitor. She spent the last few minutes thinking of ways to hurt this woman. Ways to make her feel as terrible as she did. But she didn't have to imagine anymore. Peyton was a mere few feet away from her. She could feel her anger rising back to the surface again.

"We need to talk." Peyton said calmly.

"What are you doing here, Peyton?" Lindsay asked.

"Okay weird and totally inappropriate of me but I am kinda here for Lucas and for you." Peyton said as she walked closer to the desk.

"Peyton, I already told you there is nothing to say…" Lindsey started to say but Peyton cut her off.

"Please hear me out. Cuz I know he loves you and he hasn't wavered from that. And yes he wrote about a Comet…but in his non-fiction life he seems very much in love with you." Peyton said.

"Did you read the book, Peyton?" Lindsey asked with a slight tone of sarcasm.

Peyton looked at her with a puzzled expression. Which told Lindsey everything she needed to know.

"I didn't think so. Because if you had, you wouldn't be so sure about who Lucas loves and how much…" Lindsey started to say but Peyton cut her off once again.

"Lindsey, the book was a work of fiction. But what wasn't fiction was the fact that he said 'I do' to you in that church." Peyton said getting even closer to her desk.

Lindsey could feel her anger starting to boil over. Once again, Peyton was standing in front of her telling her how she and Lucas should feel about each other. She had won. She had come back to Tree Hill to get Lucas back and she had him. But instead of staying in Tree Hill, with her prize, she was here trying to make nice. Trying to pretend that she wasn't filled with joy that Lucas was all hers once again. This was bordering on insane.

"Peyton, are you fucking serious?" Lindsey growled.

"What do you mean?" Peyton asked.

"What do I mean?" Lindsey laughed and got up from her desk.

"What I mean is, you stole Lucas from me and now you are standing here in my office looking for my blessing. You can't just be a real woman and admit that this was your plan all along!" Lindsey shouted as she walked in front of the blonde.

"I never wanted to steal Lucas from you! I came here because I wanted to…" Peyton started to say but it was Lindsey's turn to cut her off.

"Because you wanted to be guilt free! Well you know what, Peyton Sawyer? You fucking ruined my life! I loved Lucas with all of my heart and it still wasn't enough! I wasn't enough! So congratulations! You win! He's all yours! And do you know what I get for being second place? I get to help promote the book that is basically a love letter to you!"

"Lindsey…" Peyton said.

"Fuck you, Peyton! You win and I have nothing. You can get the hell out of my office now." Lindsey got up and began moving towards the door but Peyton grabbed her by the wrist.

"Lindsey, just wait a…" Peyton started to say but Lindsey spun around and slapped her as hard as she could.

Peyton looked up and saw a single tear rolling down Lindsey's face.

"Don't you fucking touch me!" Lindsey said through clenched teeth.

"Is that it? Is that all? I came here to fix things for Lucas and…" Peyton tried to get her thought out but once again Lindsey smacked her in the face. The first slap didn't really hurt her but this one seemed to have a little more behind it.

"I fucking said leave or I swear to god I will kick your ass all over this building." Lindsey hissed. Her fists were clenched tightly and she was ready to back up her words. And then Peyton did something she didn't expect. The record exec walked over to the door and locked it. She took off her leather jacket and tossed on the nearby couch. Then she turned back around and faced the editor.

"Fine. You wanna fight me? Then let's go right now. You and me." Peyton said.

Lindsey stood there in disbelief but if there was one thing she learned from being an editor. Never be afraid to take a chance. So she hauled off and punched Peyton Sawyer in the stomach.

"Fuck me…didn't think you had it in you…" Peyton gasped as she doubled over. She actually dropped down on her knees. Not that the punch was really hurt, it just knocked the wind out of her.

"I thought you wanted to fight me, Peyton." Lindsey said. Hitting Peyton felt good. Really good in fact. So good that she wanted to hit her again. But the owner of Red Bedroom had other ideas. Peyton hit her right in the stomach and Lindsey started to fall but she caught herself on the desk.

"Goddammit…" Lindsey gasped. She was a lot stronger than she looked. And faster too. Peyton had actually punched her in the stomach again. She dropped down on her knees this time.

But Lindsey was still mad. Hell she was even madder now because Peyton could punch harder than her.

No.

She wasn't going to let the bitch who stole her man come to her office, challenge her to a fight, and then let her kick her ass.

Lindsey gritted her teeth tackled the woman who was kneeling next to her. The editor quickly straddled her bringing her intimate region a little too close Peyton. If she knew that she was going to have a fight at work today she wouldn't have worn a skirt. She grabbed Peyton by her blouse, lifting her up just a bit and slammed her into the floor.

"I hate you! You ruined everything! You fucked up my life!" Lindsey pulled at Peyton's top again and it came apart. The buttons of Peyton's blouse went flying everywhere.

"Get over it! You hit like a girl! Brooke hits harder than you!" Peyton shouted and slapped Lindsey in the face.

"Fuck you!" Lindsey slapped the blonde once more and that actually made Peyton laugh.

"Do you think this is the first time that I have gotten into a fight over Lucas Scott? Do you think that you are really even hurting me at this point? You are going to have to try a lot harder!" Peyton lifted her hips again hoping to get the editor off of her.

Then something changed.

Lindsey didn't know how to describe it. But every time that Peyton bucked underneath her, she would bump against her lower area. At first she was so mad that it didn't register but now that Peyton's shirt was open and she could see her chest, something was stirring in her. Even still she couldn't believe that hadn't made a dent in Peyton Sawyer.

She slapped across the face again and Peyton slapped her back with more force. Lindsey actually felt that shot. Her cheek was on fire. She slapped Peyton one more time and this time she actually started to laugh.

"This is fun actually! You got anything else you wanna try?" Peyton smirked as she try to wriggle free.

Lindsey couldn't believe this shit. Peyton wasn't even fazed at all. What could she do? She looked into Peyton's eyes and could see that she wasn't going to break from this. There was no way she was going to let Peyton win.

Then it hit her.

Since she had taken something away from her, Lindsey was going to take something from her. The young editor grabbed Peyton by the blouse again.

"You can slam my head against the floo…" Peyton started to say and then Lindsey did something that the blonde did not see coming. She ripped her apart the rest of her blouse exposing her bra completely. Then she pulled that off as well.

"What the fuc…"

"Shut the fuck up, Peyton." Lindsey ordered. She looked down at Peyton's breasts and she had to admit they were pretty nice.

"I wanna know what makes Lucas want you so bad. I wanna know what makes you so much better than me." Lindsey said.

"And how are you gonna find that out? You gonna call Lucas and ask him?" Peyton smirked. She knew that the editor was bluffing. She didn't have the guts to do this. Then Lindsey slapped her again.

"No I am gonna fuck you right here on the floor." Lindsey growled. She had to move quickly. She spun around on Peyton, so her sex was practically in her face. She unbuckled the blonde's belt, unzipped her pants, and then tore her panties from her body.

Once again, Peyton was shocked at what was happening. She could feel Lindsey's index and middle finger rubbing back and forth over her clit. God, why did it have to feel good?

"Get the fuck off of me, Lindsey. This isn't going to happen…"

"It's happening right now. And I can tell you like it… you want to know what made Lucas want me…" Lindsey was amazed at how wet she was. It just looked so inviting.

"Fuck you, Lindsey! I don't need to know anything!" Peyton said back.

"Yes you do..." Lindsey said. She had to stay focused on what she was here to do. She was going to fuck Peyton. But first she needed to taste her.

"Oh shit…" Peyton moaned loudly once she felt the young editor's lips around her clit. Then she felt her tongue flickering all over it. She smacked Lindsey on her ass as hard as she could.

"F-fucking stop it…" Peyton panted.

"No." Lindsey replied. She latched right back onto her clit again. This was so unfair. No wonder Lucas wanted her. She had never tasted another woman before but she knew that Peyton was delicious. It just pissed her off even more.

"You taste so damn good….god I hate you…" The editor quickly latched back onto her clit and continued sucking on it.

"Unnf…If you hate me then stop doing that…" Peyton said but it just made Lindsey sucked her clit with more gusto. Peyton closed her eyes squeezed the editor's ass. She knew that she had to do something. She pulled up Lindsey's skirt, exposing her remarkable ass, and tried to move her panties to the side.

"You don't get to touch me there." Lindsey reached to try and fix her skirt but Peyton swatted her hand out of the way.

"I can touch whatever the fuck I want…" Peyton slid two of her fingers into Lindsey. Good lord she was tight. Almost like she had never been fucked before. Peyton quickly started working her fingers in and out of Lucas's ex at a relentless pace.

"Fuck that feels good…you are unbelievable…stop it…" Lindsey grunted.

"Shut up and fuck me…" Peyton groaned back. She took her fingers out and replaced them with her tongue. This was the single most surreal thing that Peyton had ever gone through.

Lindsey felt like she was in a haze. Peyton's tongue buried deep inside of her and she had the blonde's clit in her mouth. It was almost too much for her to process. She could feel her orgasm building up inside of her. But it felt different. Like stronger.

"Ohh shit…you fuckin' bitch…" Lindsey moaned. She started rubbing Peyton's clit as fast and hard.

"Mmmph…" Peyton couldn't really say anything but she could feel it too. She worked her tongue in and out of the editor has fast as she could. The blonde kept her pace up. Lindsey had to be close.

"Oh fuck…oh fuck…yessss…." Lindsey's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Underneath her, Peyton's body was trembling as well.

"Gawd…" Peyton huffed.

Lindsey stood up, fixed her clothes and got back behind her desk. She didn't know how she should feel after what happened. She watched Peyton get up from the floor and put her leather coat back on over the remains of her blouse. For a second, she thought about how amazing the blonde looked in that moment. Then she looked and saw the manuscript for the Comet still sitting on her desk.

And then the anger returned once more.

"Well…that was…" Peyton said as she adjusted her clothes. She turned back around to see that Lindsey was holding the Comet.

"Why are you giving me this?"

"Because Peyton, you need to go home and read this." Lindsey said.

"But what about what just…I mean shouldn't we…" Peyton said, taking the script from the editor.

"That will never happen again. Now take the book and get the hell out of my office." Lindsey turned her chair around so her back was to Peyton.

"Whatever." Peyton unlocked the door and started to leave. For a second she wanted to say something to Lindsey. But instead of talking, Peyton did the only thing that seemed right.

She left.

And Lindsey Strauss did the only thing she could do.

She went back to work.

To be continued…