Not Talking, but Other Stuff

Who: Peyton and Isaac
When: afternoon
Where: the Marsh house
Warning: NSFW

After leaving Thom to his own lame hermity devices, Isaac really wanted to go see his girl. He didn't bother calling, figuring that she wouldn't really mind if he just dropped in. And if she wasn't home, he could bullshit with Tyler for a few. And if he wasn't home, well ... Isaac would just go find someone else to pester. But he really wanted to see her, especially after two days of being retarded and gushy to his guy friends. Parking the van in her driveway, he got out and tromped through the snow and up the porch steps to knock, glancing at the clock in his phone. He had a while.

Exhausted after dealing with Geo the day before, Peyton was dozing on the couch when Isaac knocked on the door. The sound jarred her awake and she sat up, fumbling for a minute until her legs were untangled from the afghan and she could stand without tripping. She figured it might be Geo again, so she went to the door and peered out the sidelight window. Seeing Isaac, Peyton pulled back from the window quickly and tried to smooth down her bedhead the best she could before opening the door. Unlocking the door, she pulled it open and smiled sleepily at him. "Hi. I didn't know you were coming over..." She felt a bit embarrassed being caught still in her pajamas and looking, in her opinion, like crap. "Is everything okay?"

She'd apparently been napping. Which was kind of weird for the time of day, but hey, who was he to judge? He stepped in so she could shut the door behind him and not heat the whole neighborhood, as his mom was fond of saying, giving her a bright and easy grin. "Totally okay. Sorry, I probably should've called, I was just ... y'know, wanting to see you." He leaned in to give her a kiss but didn't gather her up like he wanted to, since he was a lot closer to the temperature outside than she was, and nothing sucked more than being cold when you'd just been all warm and asleep. "How's my favorite girlfriend ever?"

Peyton didn't care that Isaac was a few degrees below warm at all. She kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck to hug him tightly. She did shiver a bit, but she didn't care. She would suffer through if it meant hanging onto him for awhile. "It's okay, you can come over whenever you want to. I like seeing you. But if you're ever waiting out on the porch for more than five minutes, it's because I'm making myself presentable." She pulled back to kiss him again. "How was your day?"

Isaac chuckled and backed his body away from her only long enough to unzip his jacket and kind of wrap it around her too. Since it was much warmer on the inside. "You never ever have to make yourself presentable, you're a hottie no matter what," he told her with a little grin, kissing her back. She was very toasty and felt very nice. "It's been good, so far. Hung out with Thom for a while. He got me all girly-gushing about you, so I wanted to come see." He grinned against her lips and smooched her again. "How're you? Feelin' okay?"

She smiled and slipped her arms from around his neck down to slide around his waist. After kissing him back, Peyton rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, enjoying just being able to cling to him a bit. "I'm feeling okay. Just a little tired." She pulled back and took his hand to lead him to the couch. "I want to hear more about this girly-gushing Thom managed to pry from you. My ego is itching to know exactly this gushing consisted of."

He held her while she was there, and then obediently went where he was pulled, flopping comfortably onto the couch with her and draping an arm around her shoulders once he'd taken his jacket off. "If I told you, you'd totally think I was less of a man, and we can't have that," he teased her, tugging on a strand of her hair. "We'll just say it was like ... girl's-sleepover-worthy gushing. Only minus the doing of hair and ice cream and stuff."

"Well, I think if I thought you less of a man, you'd just have to convince me otherwise, right? And I'm surprised you didn't braid Thom's hair... he's got enough of it, I think." Peyton laid against him, her head resting against his chest before she rubbed her knuckles against her weary eyes. "I like being gushed about, I think. Doesn't make me feel so silly for being the one gushing all the time."

"I guess I would," Isaac agreed with a lazy grin. He planted a kiss to the top of her head and then put his cheek on it. "I ought to do that to him in his sleep sometime. Make him all pretty-fied." Even though he'd probably get killed trying. It would be funny. "Nah, I just ... I'd kinda been holding off on the gushing to him. Didn't want to like ... rub it in or anything. With his ex and all. But it was cool. Who do you gush about me to?" he asked with a smile.

By ex, she knew he meant Leija, though Peyton supposed it was telling that Isaac referred to her as an ex, rather than by her name. She grinned at the mental image of Isaac braiding Thom's hair. It was so not a boy thing to do, yet she could see it perfectly in her head. Her fingers reached out to play with the material of his shirt. "Thom doesn't seem like the kind of guy who would think you're rubbing in anything." And she was assuming that meant he'd told Thom about the sex part. Not that it bothered Peyton, since she'd spilled the beans to Leija awhile ago. "I gush about you to anyone who asks. Uhm, Alexis, and Leija. I think I gushed about you to some people at Kavin's party, but, er, I was drinking and I'm not sure exactly who it was or what I said, but I know it was probably very complimentary."

"I'm sure," he chuckled, utterly comfortable with his cheek on her head. "I'll have to see who starts complimenting me on my choice of shoes or whatever it was you were all girly about." Not that he sounded opposed to that in the least, because he very much wasn't. Whatever she wanted to gush about regarding him was a-okay. Though he was sure Leija was less than delighted to hear it most of the time. "It's not so much that he'd think I was rubbing it in on purpose or anything, he wouldn't ever tell me that. He'd just ... with certain subjects he gets this look that like, only I know? And I'm trying to avoid that look as much as possible. If that makes any sense. I'm sure you probably do that with Tyler." Because yes, he and Thom were that close. That was his brother, and bad feelings could fuck off.

"I think they'd probably compliment you on your shoes and then stare in curious awe at your crotch," Peyton teased. She understood it, because she was able to read Tyler in a non-verbal way and she knew when to keep quiet about things, and when to push it. "Did you ever get that look when he would talk about Leija?" Peyton knew about Jamie, and that Mac chick, but she didn't know if Isaac felt the way Thom apparently did when the situations were reversed.

He had to laugh at that, and it was kind of coupled with a blush, because she was talking about his junk, and that warranted a blush. He gave her a squeeze and then sobered up a little bit with the question. "I don't think so. But he and I are really different that way. Thom takes shit hard. He didn't ever date like I did, so ... anything he got involved in was serious. I was just happy that he had a girlfriend and seemed happy for a while." Too bad all that went to shit, wasn't it? "Not that I'm saying he's not happy for us, he is, it's just still raw, I guess. Or I'm trying to be careful of it."

"You're a good friend, being patient and understanding and everything with him. And he'll find someone and be happy again someday, I'm sure. He's a good guy, and he's cute and intelligent and... hopefully he'll find someone who's really into him. He could really take his pick from a lot of the girls at school, if he ever wanted to." Which she knew he wouldn't, that just wasn't how Thom was, or had ever been that she could remember. Peyton pushed herself up enough so that she could look at Isaac. "Do you think he's getting any better with the Leija thing?"

Isaac really hoped that was the case, too. A lot. Granted, he knew another detail that would get in the way of that, but he couldn't share that. He just hoped that someday some girl would stick it out with Thom through his Protector duties. One could always hope. He looked at Peyton as she sat up, and reached out to brush some hair back from her face. He thought about it for a minute before shaking his head slightly. "Not really. Maybe a little, but ... I kinda told him she was all snuggled up to some dude at the bonfire? Just to give him a warning, and ... yeah, he's definitely not over her." She didn't seem to give a rat's ass, but he didn't put that in there, aware as always that she was Peyton's friend.

Frowning, Peyton didn't necessarily think Leija had been snuggling in a romantic way, but maybe she had been viewing it through a different pair of eyes than Isaac. And she felt if she defended Leija, that might start an argument, and she didn't want to deal with that at the moment. "I'm sorry he's still hurting over the whole thing. I know it has to be hard. He just needs to find someone decent. Someone un-Chrissy. Though if he's still not over Leija, it's probably best that he work on that first..." Peyton trailed off and then smiled faintly. "You know him better than anyone. Maybe you can do the best friend thing and get him out in the social world again."

"Believe me, I've tried in the past. To get him to un-hermit himself? Never works, he always has a miserable time whenever I try to set him up with somebody," Isaac said, giving her a shrug. He'd more or less given up on it a couple of years ago. "He'll come around on his own time. At least he's like ... not sleeping all day or skipping school or anything. Just playing a lot. And Chrissy, but I'm staying optimistic that that's a passing phase." He made a bit of a face. That was completely honest, at least. "Really, he doesn't trust me to pick out girls from him. ... Kavin's kind of looking for a hookup, though, if you know anybody."

"Maybe try to set him up without telling him about it," Peyton suggested with a tiny smile. "Although he's smart, he would probably figure it out. Hopefully he won't have too much self-loathing once he comes around and realizes that he's dating Chrissy." Both eyebrows lifted in surprise when Isaac mentioned Kavin. "Kavin? I don't really know anyone... at least not anyone who would be interested in a hookup, if you mean hookup hookup. He's cute though, I doubt he'd have trouble finding someone on his own. Throw a party, have some beer and it should happen, right?"

"Yeah I think that's pretty much what he meant," Isaac said with a chuckle. His calloused fingers continued playing with her hair, hazel eyes just comfortably rested on her face. "He and Charlotte broke up, so I think he's just ... fishing. But yeah, don't think he'll have trouble. He wants to have another party, and wants us to play again." He smiled at her, knowing she'd like that. Maybe it was egotistical, but he loved that she dug watching him perform.

She knew the two had broken up, which sucked since they were pretty cute in Peyton's opinion. And it sounded like maybe Kavin was hunting for a rebound hookup. The close female friends Peyton knew more than likely wouldn't go for it. But a party and booze sounded like the best opportunity for him to find someone. "Yeah? That should be fun." She did love watching him play. The only downside to it was that she didn't get to spend a lot of actual time with him, given he was occupied most of the night. "Is he going to pay you again?"

Isaac didn't much care what Kavin did. There were very few friends he was actually protective of against themselves, and as much as he liked the guy, he wasn't one of them. Isaac wasn't ever one to lecture about the shit he thought wasn't a good idea. Rebound hookups counted in that category, but Kavin could do whatever he wanted. He shrugged and smiled at Peyton. "I dunno, probably. Kid has too much money to throw around." Like he was one to talk, but still. "Not that I'm bitching about it, paying gigs are always good."

"And I think after playing so many for free, you guys probably deserve to get compensated from time to time." She knew perfectly well Tyler would definitely agree with her, since he mentioned it often. Peyton reached out to tug a bit at the hem of his shirt, smiling teasingly. "Though maybe you guys could fudge in a few extra breaks so I could steal you away for a bit. I love watching you, but the night always feels kind of over by the time you guys are done." Though she figured she could always invite Geo to go and keep her company, if he was feeling up to it by then.

"Totally," he agreed with a little smile. "We need a secret signal or something. Like if you tug on your nose or your right ear or something, that means it's break time to make out in Kavin's linen closet." Isaac grinned at her and poked at her side a little. He knew that he didn't really get to spend much time with her at parties that they played, and felt kind of mixedly bad about it. He was thrilled to be on stage, it was one of the most rush-giving places in the world to him. But then at the same time, he loved chilling with Peyton, so. It was hard to say which he felt stronger.

"See, I was thinking I could just maybe... you know." She lifted both arms and waved them above her head wildly. "Because I don't know if you'll be able to see me tugging at my ear past all your adoring fan girls." Giggling, Peyton lowered her arms before leaning in to kiss him quickly on the lips. "Though I'm sure we can find some place a bit more comfortable than a linen closet. You should bring the van, there's definitely room in there." Which they had found out once before.

"Which is why you push past all of them," he countered, chuckling himself a bit. "Just elbow 'em in the face, they'll move. You belong in the front anyway. The van's too obvious, though. If we disappear and then it's all rocking in the driveway with the windows fogged up ... somebody's gonna throw the doors open and try to get a picture." He slid his hand up her back and pulled her in close again for another kiss, more than good with getting some more of that.

She grinned, trying to imagine herself elbowing the other girls in the face. Of course, she thought about it from time to time, but thankfully a lot of her jealous impulses had been curbed since she and Isaac got together. Mostly. "Yeah, I don't want to end up partially dressed on someone's camera phone," she agreed, before happily leaning into him to catch his lips with hers again. His being around always relaxed her when she was stressing or worried, and she already felt ten times better with him sitting there. Peyton kissed him deeply, feeling the acute, happy tingles starting to race through her body before she pulled back and nuzzled her nose against his. "I'm really happy you came over today."

He went along with the deeper kiss, always happy to encourage enthusiasm from her no matter what. And damn did she never fail to get his motor running. "I am too," he murmured, cracking his eyes open to look at her. Isaac tilted his head the bit to kiss her nose, and then dropped his attention lower, trailing lazy kisses across her jaw and down toward her neck. "I'm always really happy to come over," he murmured against her skin. "I think we should make this a regular thing. Will you go out with me, Peyton?" He was joking, of course, but it was kind of fun. He nuzzled her neck and nipped it lightly, already hoping her dad and Tyler weren't home.

Peyton's eyes grew heavy the minute his lips started to drift over her skin. It really wasn't fair, the way her body responded so quickly and her brain totally shut down the minute he started touching her. She hummed deep in her throat before finding her voice to respond verbally. "Definitely. Yes. Anything you want," she agreed with a lazy smile, her head falling to the side when his lips found her neck. She knew she had things to tell him but at the moment it was hard enough finding coherent thought. A soft breath escaped her lips at the tiny nip and her hand lifted to slide into his thick hair, her fingers gripping the strands. "Definitely should be a... regular thing... perhaps even daily."

"Or hourly, I think I could deal with that," Isaac murmured, nipping again, a little harder this time. He always loved it when she did stuff to his hair. His hand slipped down further on her lower back, sliding over the curve of one hip lovingly before it came back up. He stroked his lips over her neck, breath warm and light on it before he went back to actual kissing. She was very easy to please, and he always reveled in it, and taking the time to drive her crazy. "So what do you say we quit life entirely to just do this?" he asked her neck, teeth grazing once more. Sounded like a good plan at the moment.

Oh, good god. Definitely very, very unfair. How was she suppose to think and you know, speak when he did that? She wasn't sure what she wanted to focus on more, his lips and teeth or his wandering hand. Her mind just wanted to shut down completely so that her body could just experience all of it. But he was talking and she was trying desperately to listen and keep up. "'kay," she sighed, stroking her fingers through his hair, definitely encouraging him to keep on with the neck nibbles. Her free hand smoothed over his shoulder before her nails dragged back and down his chest. "Who needs a life anyway?"

Even through a shirt, her nails felt really good on his skin, and in response, Isaac nipped her harder. "Not me," he murmured, despite not having the faintest clue what they were really talking about anymore. They didn't need to talk, not when there was this going on. His jeans were pleasantly tight, and her pjs really were the sexiest thing in the world. His fingers clenched in hair as he sucked on a bit of neck-skin. Not quite hard enough to leave a mark, but almost there. Isaac wanted to go upstairs. Or y'know, ensure nobody was home and stay right there, that worked too. "Tyler out?" he breathed near her ear, before nipping at the lobe.

Peyton wasn't even sure what words were coming out of her mouth at that point. She was sort of swaying, her eyes closed and her lips parting with small, shaky breaths while his lips did... that. She really didn't want him to stop, like, ever. Her chest tightened and little sparks of yes, please! throbbed between her thighs at the feel of his lips at her ear. What was he asking her? Why was he mentioning Tyler's name? Ugh, no brother mentioning, please. Oh! Right. Peyton licked her lips and smiled while slipping her hand under the hem of his shirt to touch his bare stomach. "He's with Jason... no one's here." She nuzzled her nose against the side of his face. "Should we take advantage of that?"

Oh hell yes, he did. Isaac scraped his lips with his teeth and sucked the cartilage into his mouth again to nibble on. His hand drifted down once more to her hip and slid around to press against her lower belly. But he didn't get gropier, not yet. Riling her up was half the fun. "It is a long way upstairs," he murmured, fingers spreading against the flannel she was wearing. Somehow, getting down and dirty on the couch that he'd flopped on many many times to watch movies with Tyler, or run through set lists, was really appealing. Isaac kissed his way back over her jaw around to her lips again, claiming them with enthusiasm and not even really leaving her room to answer.

It was a long way upstairs and at the moment Peyton didn't want to even think about moving from that spot. She kissed him back deeply, her tongue slipping past his lips to stroke against his. She was beginning to ache inside, just from the small touches outside of her clothes and Peyton resisted tugging her pajamas off. She was always so eager with Isaac, for good reason, but she wanted to be able to show that she had some semblance of control too, and maybe drive him crazy for once. She arched into his touch, shivering at the way he touched her. Both hands were under his shirt now, drifting over his stomach. She began to slide her hands up, drawing the material up with her. She figured he was wearing too many clothes and it was up to her to remedy that.

Isaac gave no protest at all. Sure, the thought flickered somewhere deep in his brain that people who weren't expected home for hours and hours always walked in at the wrong time in movies and sitcoms. But he didn't dwell on it. The potential to get caught kind of made it more exciting. Not that it wasn't at an insanely high threshhold of excitement anyway, but still. He leaned forward just enough so that he wasn't leaning on his shirt, giving her the room to continue to pull it up. And hopefully off. He was starting to get a little overheated. Isaac nipped at her bottom lip and stroked his thumb against her lower stomach to encourage.

She definitely tugged his shirt up with the intention of taking it off. One of her favorite things was to touch him and it was so much better when she was able to touch bare skin. Peyton pulled back from Isaac's mouth just long enough to get the material over his head and she dropped it to the floor without another thought. She knew she should be keeping a tiny part of her brain detached from the experience, just to stay aware of her brother potentially coming home, but she figured his car was loud enough that if it happened, at least one of them - hopefully - would hear it before Tyler could make it to the door. Instead Peyton was more focused on thinking that since Isaac was shirtless, she really ought to be too, which had her slipping her own top up and over her head before leaning forward again to capture his lips with her own once more.

He cooperated with his halfway-undressing, and stared at her through hazy eyes as she followed suit. Until she was kissing him again, and then he just had to get the full effect with his hands, passing them over the cups of her bra and down over her slight curves. Isaac made a faint sound into her mouth, getting a very pleasant throb at the feel of her warmth pressed against his bare skin. He didn't really hesitate in going for the clasp of her bra, wanting that off too. He was more or less forgetting that there was a world outside of them at all, much less that any part of it could come home and walk in on them. He kissed her with even more fervor, popping the clasp on her bra and dragging the straps down her arms to get rid of it.

Pulling her arms back out from the straps of her bra, she was more than happy to be rid of it as Peyton was wanting nothing more than to be skin to skin with her boyfriend. Her arms slipped around his shoulders to pull him in close to her and her lips parted against his to kiss him deeply, a desperate sort of passion beginning to build inside of her. It was a bit exciting, being somewhere other than a bedroom, somewhere so out in the open. It wasn't necessarily public, but it was close enough for Peyton that it had her heart beating faster with that sort of edgy 'forbidden-ness' to it all. How many times had she seen Isaac sitting on that very couch with Tyler and their friends? And how many times had she fantasized about doing things to him there? And in her room, and at school and... so, so many different places. Her fingertips trailed over his shoulders and arms before slipping down his chest and stomach between them to tug deftly at the button of his pants.

Isaac couldn't decide if he wanted to pull her into his lap, or push her down on the couch so he could get on top of her. Or get on the coffee table. Or the floor. Or sit her up on the back of the couch. Honestly, there were lots of possibilities. Living room furniture was so versatile, and when he felt his button go, he honestly wanted to break in all of it. But if he was getting naked, so was she, and his slipped his hands down over her hips to push her pj bottoms and underwear down. Why waste time, right? Especially when they didn't know how long they had. He started to shift around a bit, eager to get rid of the jeans, and toed his sneakers off at the same time, all the while keeping up kissing her. It wasn't terribly coordinated, but hey, at least he was covering lots of ground at once.

Peyton did the best she could at keeping her lips attached to his, not wanting to pull back from him, despite the need to get their clothes off. She found it kind of funny and slightly nerve wracking that she was suddenly naked in her living room. Especially since the only places in her house she was ever completely bare was the bathroom and her bedroom. However, Peyton's want for him completely overwhelmed anything else and she pushed at his jeans with him to get them off, her kisses growing more desperate. Once he was as naked as she was, Peyton tore her lips from his to inhale a shaky breath and she placed both hands on his chest to push him back against the couch so she could climb onto his lap. His skin was hot, his body hard and smooth in all the right places. Peyton had long since given up the idea of patience and trying to control herself. Instead she pressed her body against his and captured his mouth again before rocking her hips wantonly against him. She quite liked the rush being so out in the open gave her and there was a nervous but passionate energy radiating through her. While she would prefer to go slow and maybe kiss every inch of him first, her body was ruling her brain for the moment. All she wanted was him.

It seemed that the decision had been made for him. Not that he minded, in the least. Isaac had just enough time when she pushed him back to flash her a quick grin, and then engrossed himself in kissing her back. A groan emanated from his throat as she rocked herself against him. It felt amazing, and this was the kind of shit he'd been thinking about while talking to Kavin. She was a minx, by god, and he loved it. His hands roamed wantonly over her, settling on her asscheeks and squeezing hard as he pulled her tight against him. The heat and pressure was just fucking delicious. The back forty part of his brain thought to ask to make sure she'd gotten on that birth control, seeing as how he hadn't exactly had prepared pockets for this. But he didn't, figuring that she would sort of guide that along and pause things if they needed to be paused. Maybe. Right? Something. It was kind of impossible to think with your naked, hot girlfriend rubbing up on your junk with her's. He flexed his hips to press back, having to break away from her mouth for a second to get air. "Goddamn," he breathed, dipping his head in to kiss-nibble at her collar bone.

Coherent thought was a hazy white cloud in her brain - one she found impossible to find her way through. She was completely lost in him, groaning loudly at the feel of him pressing against her. She was hot for him, and it was damn near obvious between her legs how badly she wanted it. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her fingers slid through the hair at the nape of his neck when he began to nibble at her collar bone. Her chest was tight and Peyton honestly thought that maybe her heart was about to explode. She loved what he could do to her, the way he made her body want so badly, the way her head went all fuzzy every time he touched her. Or hell, even looked at her. Peyton wondered if he ever truly realized the kind of power he actually held over her. It was probably kind of pathetic, but she honestly didn't care. She would do anything for him - and to him. Her head fell back upon her neck, her hair skimming over his thighs as she gasped for air. Unable to wait, she slipped a hand between then and gripped him tight, stroking twice before lifting her hips up a couple inches to guide him into her.

Isaac grunted, his body giving a little shiver at the strokes. As soon as she got him close enough, he thrust upward, pushing himself into that particular heat. She was more than ready for him, and he couldn't even wrap his head around just how fucking hot that was. Not that he was giving it -- or anything else -- much thought. It was the first time he'd been inside of her without a condom on, and he very nearly lost it right there. His arms wrapped around her tightly to hold her still, and he shuddered with pleasure. Holy. Effing. Shit. He was breathing heavy already, breath moist against the sweet-smelling skin of her upper chest, and after a second Isaac lifted his head again and tilted it back to kiss her hungrily. God yes, he wanted this every damn day, please and thank you.

Peyton cried out softly when he pushed up into her, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her body easily adjusted to him. It felt amazing - he was so hard and hot and even she could tell a major difference between him having a condom on and well, not. She moaned against his lips and wrapped her arms around him again, wanting to hold him close to her and feel as much of his body as she could. Peyton simply sat there on his lap and kissed him passionately, reveling in the delicious feeling of him buried so deeply inside of her before she finally gave in to her body's urgings and began to move her hips back and forth, rocking in a slow rhythm to try and stretch out the pleasure for the both of them.

He had thought that nothing in the universe felt better than head. And then he'd thought that nothing in the universe felt better than sex. Isaac was proven wrong yet again. Because this feeling blew both of them away, at least to some degree. His breath caught and he twitched as she started to move, but got more adjusted to it, and thankfully she was going slow. His arms loosened up on her a bit, turning into more of just holding her instead of holding her still. After a few strokes, he moved a tiny bit with her, pushing in deep where he could. The rest of the world had completely ceased to exist, and all there was was this. He loved the noises she made and the way she breathed and moved and the feel of her slight weight in his lap and completely everything about this.

Tiny moans began to escape her lips when he began to move with her and they only grew in volume when he began to push up into her. It felt so damn good that she couldn't understand why they weren't doing it every fricking day. She wanted to do it every which way they could and everywhere they could... her aroused, hormonal brain was definitely encouraging the behavior and being attached to Isaac this way as often as possible sounded like the best idea she had heard in her entire life. Using her knees on either side of him as leverage, Peyton began to lift herself up and down his length, occasionally sinking down fully upon him again to rock back and forth. She tried to keep it slow, but the more the sensations overtook her, the harder it was to keep a grip on the lazy pace.

"Ohgod," he exhaled in a rush. He let his head fall back and his eyes cracked open to look at her, watching her face as she worked herself over him. Which really made it harder to hold back the increasing pressure in his groin, but it was well worth the effort. He wet his lips, hands settling on her hips just to ride along and not to guide. He wanted her to do whatever the hell she wanted; he was all her's. Completely. He continued to push back on her down strokes, having to close his eyes every so often and concentrate on not blowing it. Because it was close to being there. Really close. He squeezed encouragingly, letting out a groan here and there.

Her eyes were closed, too heavy with pleasure to keep open, and all she could do was lose herself in what they were doing together. She loved the sounds he made, the way his hands held onto her hips, the way his body moved up against hers. It filled her with emotions that went well beyond lust and desire. His name became a soft sigh on her lips and she found she couldn't help but quicken her pace as the sensations pulsated rhythmically throughout her body. She shivered before her body began to tremble tellingly and she kept one hand on his shoulder while the other moved down between their joined bodies. Peyton's eyes managed to open and lock upon his face as her hand slipped between her thighs, her breath hitching as her fingers found and began to rub against the slick spot that would push her over.

Okay, so he was wrong again. Watching that? Was the hottest thing ever. It would've been hot on almost any girl, most likely, but because it was Peyton, it was just intensified ten fold. He watched and continued to give those small thrusts as she touched herself. Really, giving up control to her was wonderful, and she was doing awesome things with it, and he was really going to go off really soon if she didn't hurry. Or even if she did hurry. His hands tightened down a bit more on her hips, and he couldn't help but sort of bounce her a little quicker. He groaned and a stream of whispered, jumbled curses and endearments for her slipped past his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut again and tried to remember how to breathe properly.

Peyton's soft gasps quickly turned to loud cries as her body spiraled toward completion. She moved her fingers frantically over herself, her eyes clenched tightly while everything burned and throbbed inside of her. It was a mixture of Isaac surrounding her, his hands and body and the words slipping past his lips. It pushed her toward the peak until she called his name breathlessly, shattering. Her entire body tensed and clenched around him and she tried her hardest not to dig her nails too deeply into his shoulder to hang onto him. Peyton's head fell back against her neck again, her chest heaving and her lungs starting to burn. Breathing. Breathing was good. "Ohmygod," she managed hoarsely, once everything began to dull into a pleasant throb.

There was no way Isaac was going to survive that. Really no way at all. He had a half second to wonder if he should try and pull out or not before instinct completely took over and he arched up to thrust into her a couple of quick times. Then everything tightened up and clenched as she throbbed around him, and he was utterly lost to it. He grunted loudly, shuddering as the pleasure crashed through him, hands tight enough on her hips to bruise and he emptied inside of her. The very thought of which just made it that much better. It seemed to last a while, and really had to be the best orgasm he'd ever had. When it was over, he'd ended up clinging to her, holding her against his chest and likewise trying to breathe. "Fuck," he exhaled, in something close to amazement.

She couldn't help but close her eyes, her arms now around him and clinging until his body seemed to relax and he spoke. Peyton's lips curved lazily and she would have spoke but she was too busy enjoying the feel of his heart pounding against her still heaving chest. There was something so strangely erotic about the way it felt when he came inside of her. The whole experience had been... amazing. But then again that thought always ran through her head after they'd had sex. And god, she could easily fall asleep right then and there, on top of him and completely, happily sated. Peyton shifted and pressed her lips against his softly before nuzzling her nose against his, her fingernails no longer pressed into his skin, but drifting gently over his shoulder.

Isaac kissed her back softly and listened to and felt their hearts and breathing slow down into a slow rhythm that almost matched. He ran his hand lightly up and down her back in a lazy sort of fashion to match her petting his shoulder. He felt awesome, like he could just fall asleep and not worry about anything ever again. Unfortunately, slowly but surely, rational thought started to come back, and he realized they were buck naked in the middle of Peyton's living room. He didn't want to move, ever, but that was probably the best plan. He turned his head just a bit to nuzzle his cheek against her's. "Should prob'ly move before somebody comes home," he murmured to her, and kissed the curve of her cheekbone.

"Don't want to," she mumbled, because that meant having to climb off of him and get dressed and... she was simply too lazy at that point. Unfortunately, she knew they couldn't stay there forever. Her dad wasn't due home for another couple of hours, but Tyler, he could pull up in the driveway any second. Sighing, she kissed his cheek and glanced down between them before her cheeks flushed. Would it be messy when she climbed off of him? Did she have time to get to the bathroom to clean up? "Uhm, do we... how..." Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red when she spared a glance up at him. "It won't be overly messy, will it?"

He had to laugh. He really didn't mean to, but it just sort of came out. It was the blushing that really did it, when she'd been the one to push him back on the couch and climb on top of him. "Um ... I really don't know," he said, amused. Isaac leaned forward to kiss her again briefly. "This is a first for me, I've usually ... y'know, got a tissue or something. ... you're ... covered, right?" he finally had the sense to ask, looking at her meaningfully. "With the whole ... birth control thing." He reeeeeally hoped that answer was yes, or they were in some shit.

Peyton quirked an eyebrow and wished that she could have kept a straight face, because it might have been fun to ask 'what birth control?' just to see his face. But no, that was too mean, and her lips were already twitching into a small smile. The last thing she wanted was to give her boyfriend a heart attack. "I started on the pill a couple days after I told you about it. Uhm... I'm assuming I'm far enough along that they're actually working." Maybe 'assuming' wasn't the best word to describe, but well... it was the truth. "I was going to tell you after I went to the doctor and everything but I doubted you really needed the details." She kissed him and then slowly and cautiously slipped from his lap.

"Yeah, I'll pass on that whole ... feet in the stirrups thing," Isaac agreed, but he was pretty relieved to hear that. He'd had faith in her, but it was always good to check. He held her hand as she got up to sort of help, and kind of watched for the same thing she had been concerned about. Nothing came gushing out or anything, so they were probably okay. Which was kind of a funny thought, but what the hell did he know about this stuff? Isaac stood up after her, gathering his jeans and boxers up, and glanced around before looking at her again. "So ... wanna go upstairs? Maybe clean up and nap?" he suggested. Because he did want to continue to be naked with her, he just would prefer that they do it behind a closed and locked door.

She giggled and grabbed her own clothes, feeling a tiny bit sticky, but she really wasn't upset about it. She could just imagine Isaac with her at the doctor's office with her. Yeah, he probably wouldn't have enjoyed it very much. Hell, she hadn't enjoyed it very much either. It had been a pain in the ass between the exam and questions. And then having to relate the details to her mother on the phone later. No, not a good time. But it had been worth it for the extra protection. "Definitely." Peyton smiled at Isaac and started to lead him to the stairs, feeling a tiny bit self conscious now, but oh well. "We can lock the door so that Tyler doesn't barge in when he gets home." He usually knocked when her door was shut, but if he saw Isaac's van out front, he might accidentally 'forget' about privacy.

Isaac took her hand and walked with her, clothes tucked up under his other arm. He gave her a grin. "Sounds good to me. I feel too awesome to fight with your brother right now," he said. Though he wasn't sure how well Tyler would take to his van out front and a locked door inside anyway. But whatever, he couldn't be bothered to really care one way or another. He was going to take a nude nap with his lover, and all was cool with the world. Inside these walls, at last. He watched her as they headed up the stairs, not self conscious at all for his part, and very admiring of her. He tucked his elbow against his clothes and reached out to smooth a hand over her rear end as they walked upward. "So gorgeous," he murmured, mostly to himself.

Peyton chuckled, though she was sure it was her entire body now turning red. So strange that she could be so confident of herself when they were having sex, but any other time she let little insecurities seep in. But she didn't say anything. If Isaac thought she was gorgeous, she was definitely going to accept the compliment. Instead she looked at him with a sleepy grin and quirked an eyebrow as her eyes drifted over his body. "You're not so bad yourself." Leading him down the hall to her room, she noted the guest room and remembered things she had wanted to tell him before... the kissing. And touching. And mind blowing orgasming. But maybe that could wait until later. Pushing open the door to her own room, she led him inside and dropped her pajamas into the hamper. She had no intention of putting them back on at the moment. She turned and leaned into him to kiss him again. "I love you."

He deposited his clothes in a heap by the bed, for easy access later, and pulled her in close as she leaned in, bending his head down the bit to kiss her back. "I love you too," he murmured against her lips, lingering there in an adoring way. He could seriously just spend hours kissing her. But he preferred to do it horizontally, currently, so he went and flopped onto her bed, pulling her along with him. He didn't give a rat's ass about being sticky or anything, he just wanted to cuddle up with her and go the hell to sleep. Isaac gave her a goofy-happy smile and leaned forward to kiss her stomach and breathe her in. "Love you, love you, love you," he murmured again.

She smiled, sated and happy and drew him up to her so she could do the couple-y post-sex thing and cuddle with him. Honestly she didn't think she would ever grow tired of hearing him say those words. Peyton slipped her arm around him to keep him close, comfortable now that they were laying down and on the bed. She was still thankful that despite all the stress and sometimes-bad things that happened around them, she still had this and him.