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Chapter 17- Apart
How did we get this far apart?
We used to be so close together
How did we get this far apart?
I thought this love would last forever
Glancing back and fourth from Lucas and back out the window. I just couldn't understand how we ended up this way. Once childhood friends, then forbidden lovers and now broken souls. We were meant to be, but sometimes it just doesn't work out that way. But I had hope, just a little, but enough to know it was there.
"This doesn't mean I forgive you. You know?" I admonition to clarify that this trip wasn't about me forgiving him, it was about him trying to make things better.
"I know, but you will." His wistful eyes shifted from the road to my amorous gaze, a cocky smirk obvious.
I snickered at his comment turning my head to face him even more.
"A little cocky." I cackled, adjusting my quite annoying skirt.
"I wish." He faltered after a moment, showing me that he was just as nervous about this as I was.
His vulnerability was visible, both of us clearly able to see it. Both of us not wanting to.
"But with the week I have planned. It's highly impossible that you won't forgive me." He adjusted his confidence, scared that I had seen how vulnerable he truly was.
"Aahhh... so I have some sort of time reference now. I know it's a week." I couldn't help but be amused at how little I knew about where I was going, but I trusted him. Sadly, I always would.
"Any other hints?" My finger under my chin as I squeaked at him.
"I'm just sticking to the road, detective" He raised both of his eyebrows, turning his attention back at the roadGlancing back and fourth from Lucas and back out the window. I just couldn't understand how we ended up this way. Once childhood friends, then forbidden lovers and now broken souls. We were meant to be, but sometimes it just doesn't work out that way. But I had hope, just a little, but enough to know it was there."This doesn't mean I forgive you. You know?" I admonition to clarify that this trip wasn't about me forgiving him, it was about him trying to make things better."I know, but you will." His wistful eyes shifted from the road to my amorous gaze, a cocky smirk obvious.I snickered at his comment turning my head to face him even more."A little cocky." I cackled, adjusting my quite annoying skirt."I wish." He faltered after a moment, showing me that he was just as nervous about this as I was.His vulnerability was visible, both of us clearly able to see it. Both of us not wanting to."But with the week I have planned. It's highly impossible that you won't forgive me." He adjusted his confidence, scared that I had seen how vulnerable he truly was."Aahhh... so I have some sort of time reference now. I know it's a week." I couldn't help but be amused at how little I knew about where I was going, but I trusted him. Sadly, I always would."Any other hints?" My finger under my chin as I squeaked at him."I'm just sticking to the road, detective" He raised both of his eyebrows, turning his attention back at the road.
The drive was long and unsurprisingly awkward, unsure if how I should talk to her. If I should even talk. If she should talk. I wanted nothing more than us to be together and move on from this little rough patch. But I had made too many mistakes for that to happen yet.
I was hoping by the end of the week she would forgive me and we could be together for real now, because driving here with her beside me in that little mini skirt was more than I could handle.
She had the most long, firm and smooth legs I had ever seen on any girl before. And I'd seen a lot of legs.
Hormones.
Like her mind knew what I was thinking she spoke. "Hey do you think we could stop for a minute? I really can't drive another hour in this skirt. It's so uncomfortable." She whined pushing down her skirt in an aggravated manner.
"Uh... I would Peyton. But we just got on the highway. And there aren't any turn offs for awhile now." I wished there was, because that skirt was driving me crazy.
"Oh." She stopped looking back at her bag and then back at me, a plan burring in her mind.
"You do mind if I just change here?" I thought it was funny that she asked, but I was impressed that she did, she usually just took off her clothes for me without any consent, not that I minded it but this situation was a tad different and I knew she wasn't going to be doing that again.
I wanted so badly to yes. Yes I minded. I could barely sit here with her in the skirt, but now she was going to change out of it right beside.
Yes, I minded.
Yes. fk Yes. God Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
"No." I answered quickly, my eyes never leaving the road, my breath catching in my throat.
She didn't respond, but I knew she was going for it, when she undid her seat beat. Reaching back into the backseat, her body coming awfully close to me. Too close.
"Grrr.. I can't reach it." She grunted after a few minutes of her up so close to me. She then began pushing herself further into the back seat, her body moving closer and closer to me. Until I could barely handle it.
I tried to not look, but I just couldn't. Her body was pushed back just enough for me to get a glimpse of her blue panties under her skirt.
Great, this is just perfect.
She finally got her pants after a minute of my eyes reverting back and forth from the road to her.
"Gahhh." she sighed almost out of breath, smiling back at me. Having no idea the torture she had just bestowed upon me. Was she stupid, could she not remember the history we had, she had to have known what she was doing to me.
But maybe she was just trying to torture me.
I tried to laugh, but it came out more like snort, I looked away awkwardly. I couldn't believe I just did that. My eyes staying put on the road.
"You okay?" she whispered, my eyes reverting over at her to tell her that I was fine, but of course it was the perfect time again.
Yup, she was changing. Right when I looked over at her, had to be the time she decided to unzip her skirt, and pull it down a little, she didn't see me staring.
I looked away extremely quickly. "Yeah I'm fine. Just a little.." my eyes looked back at her, she was now in her blue panties, unaware that I was looking.
"Tired." I finished quickly enough for her not to suspect anything, at least hoping she didn't.
I kept looking over at her. Unable to stop.
Stop. Stop. Fucking Stop.
My brain was yelling at me to just stop, but I couldn't.
I looked back over again, my eyes quickly deceiving me when she pulled her chest up in a natural manner, pulling her jeans on properly.
But every moment of her movements only made my thoughts wilder, thoughts of her up against me. Thoughts of her naked before me. Thoughts of her, licking, touching, kissing, biting and eating every part of me. Thoughts of her under me, as I...God, I was a dirty, dirty man.
"Oh thank god." she groaned, pulling me out of my haze, throwing her skirt into the back seat, throwing her feet up on the dashboard comfortably.
I smiled lightly, my eyes now staying straight on the road, until I felt something weird. Something just felt odd. Out of place in an extreme way.
My eyes searched the car, looking for anything. I was almost done my search, concluding that nothing was wrong. When I saw it. The one thing I knew was the worst possible thing to happen at this moment.
I had a boner, plain and simple. Peyton's actions had caused me to get a boner.
I didn't want to make a scene, hoping that she wouldn't notice. But my instincts took over.
"Oh god." I mumbled, instantly trying to pull the car over not finding any luck.
"What are you doing?" Peyton questioned at my sudden actions, but it didn't take long for her to notice, my eyes catching her reaction.
"Oh god Lucas, are you serious?" She rolled her eyes in disgust, looking away not wanting to see it.
I finally found a spot to pull over, urgently cutting a couple cars off.
"What are you doing?" she asked yet again, never looking back at me.
"Pulling over, what does it look like?" I snapped back, slipping the car into a stop.
"Just keeping going Lucas, it's no big deal." she whispered.
"I can't be in here right now." I whispered back, putting the car in park. Opening the door right away, my pants still tight and sore, throbbing in want. Stepping out of the car and onto the side road, trying to hide myself from the oncoming cars. I stood beside the door, unsure of what to do.
I listned as Peyton open the door, not pulling herself fully out of the door, her head facing me.
"Can we go?" she muttered rudely, her lips tight in anger.
"I can't Peyton, it's still there." I tried to say as nicely and calmly as possible not wanting to make the anger she had for me worse.
"Just suck it up and forget about. Huh?" she snorted more rudely than before.
"Forget about what?" I snapped back her now, not anger with her, but just completely embarrassed.
"Forget about what's got you all hot and bothered. Like come on, all I did was fucking change out my skirt and you couldn't keep it in your pants." She yelled slamming the door, walking around the side of car, not wanting to make a scene.
"I'm sorry." the only thing I could say at that point, they only thing that didn't make me a complete idiot.
"Don't say your sorry, just stop it, make it go away and let's go. This is just getting me even angrier with you." She stepped close to me, her eyes making it obvious that this trip was only making things worse.
"Do you think I wanted this Peyton? I'm trying to make things better between us, but you had to fucking put her $$ in my face." I yelled back her, still keeping myself distanced from her.
"Are you fucking kidding? I was changing Lucas." She stepped towards me, my pants getting tighter. "I thought we were adults now, but you're such a fucking horny school boy. If you didn't want me to change then you should have said no. It's that simple." Her voice was loud and raspy, as she moved closer and closer to me.
I didn't answer.
"Don't you dare look at me with that smug, son of bch.."
"Oh god, stop Peyt. Stop." I interrupted, motioning for her to stop coming towards me, as I felt my pants getting tighter and tighter.
"fk, Luke." She snapped, almost laughing at the simplest effect she had on me.
I was completely mortified with what was happening, how could something as little as her yelling at me make me hard.
She rolled her eyes once again, leaning up against the car now.
"Just put it in me." she said obnoxiously, confusing me totally.
"Huh?" my eyes raised from the ground to her.
"Just put it inside me." she whispered this time pointing at my boner.
My eyes widened at her words, my pants tightening yet again at the thoughts.
"Peyt don't be a bch." I snapped, my eyes giving her a disgusted look, now she was just being mean.
"I'm not kidding." She stated calmly, but my eyes still squinted at her. "It's the only way to make it go away. It's not just gonna disappear, and I don't want to be here forever." My eyes stopped squinting and opened widely. "So just get it over with."
I knew she was angry. I watched her unzip her pants and open the car down, leaning down on the seat. Pulling her pants down past her knees, waiting for me to pull them all the way off.
My thoughts quickly reverted to the thoughts of actually going through with it.
But I couldn't.
"Peyton. I'm not doing that." I quickly moved my hands to her pants, pulling them back up and zipping them up.
She almost smiled back up at me, but held it back as the anger arose yet again.
"Fine." She stood up and pushed me, turning me around and pushing me down to sit awkwardly on the seat with the door open. Half my body in the car and the other half outside.
My eyes searching hers for some sort of answer from her.
Her hand hastily grabbing at my hard spot, her other hand unbuttoning my pants.
The breath that was once escaping my lips had disappeared and the eyes that once watched Peyton had closed.
My hands were grasping tightly on the wheel and the seat.
Her hands were not loving and gentle once her hands had hit my skin. My boxers and pants at the ground. The door was open, giving us at least some sort of privacy from the cars.
Her hands continued moving back and fourth.
"I'm soo sorry, Peyt. God I'm sorry." I stuttered out, my eyes still closed.
Her hands moved faster, it taking longer to happen than we both wanted, my head throwing backwards.
"I..I didn't want this to happen. I wanted to make everything better between us. Because I love you soo fucking much that it hurts." I choked out.
"God, I love you. I'm so sorry, you don't deserve this." I managed to open my eyes, to see hers staring back at me, a little bit less angry than before.
"You're beautiful, honest, smart, compassionate, sweet, loving." I stopped for a moment, when I saw her lips take the place of her hands, but it wasn't rough or anger, it was loving. "Sexy, undeniable, kind, delicate, tough, elegant." I continued as she moved her lips up and down, my eyes closing again.
"Did I mention beautiful?" I opened my eyes, to see hers meeting mine yet again, her hazel eyes so innocent and vulnerable, as she licked all around me.
"Mmm... and oh so good at this!" I almost laughed, as she continued, getting me closer and closer.
I felt her smiled against me, but she quickly hid it.
"This doesn't mean I forgive you. You know?" she whispered removing her lips from me for only a moment, then moving back over me for only a moment as I exploded all over her.
Her reaction was unexpected and somewhat confirming that I had made everything worse taking her on this trip.
She violently and hatefully spit out every bit of me, not wanting any further reminder of what she had just done for me.
She stood up, wiping her lips even more, spitting every once and awhile. Her eyes looking down condescendingly at me, "Put you're clothes on."
I did what I was told as fast as I possibly could as she waited for me now in the passenger seat.
Once my pants were on and everything seemed a bit more normal, I started the car. Neither of us able to even glance at the other.
"Take me home." she whispered when I began to drive.
"But, Peyt..." I whined, understanding her reasons but not wanting her to leave.
"Just take me home Luke." She stuttered out and I knew she was crying.
I reversed the car, as I was fighting to keep back tears.
He waits for her to understand but she won't understand at all.
She waits all night for him to call but we won't call.
He waits to hear her say
Forgive
But she just drops her pearl-black eyes
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