Really Really Really Pleasant Distractions

Who: Peyton and Isaac
When: after school
Where: Peyton's house
NSFW

At the last bell, Isaac was more than ready to get the hell out of school. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and hurried out of the classroom, trying not to look at any of the weary zombie-faces around him. Nobody was really at the top of their game today, at least not that he'd seen. But it wasn't his problem. He wanted his girlfriend. Isaac made his way through the halls to Peyton's locker, sure that she'd stop off there before heading home. He wanted to walk her, and maybe go home with her. His mind was weighed down with what Kaysen had told him. Not to mention every other fucking little thing. It was one of those days that demanded girlfriend-time. Hell, maybe she could use some cuddling too. So he got to her locker and waited for her, eyes scanning the crowd.

Peyton caught sight of him as she rounded the corridor and felt herself smile a touch. She hadn't really seen him much that day, trying to catch back up with school work and her other friends. She was hoping that maybe he would want to walk home with her, rather than just a quick kiss and goodbye. Her mind was running along the same lines as his, and she was eager for some Isaac-time. "Hey," she greeted, leaning in to kiss his cheek while her hand went to unlock her locker. "You look tired."

He smiled back at her as he approached, looking relieved. At least he hadn't missed her. He took the kiss on the cheek, then turned his head a bit and followed her retreating face to press one to her lips too. "Hey," he said back, moving out of the way and leaning a shoulder against the locker next to her's. "Yeah, kinda. But y'know. Think everybody is. How's it going?" He'd been kind of shitty about keeping up with people lately. There were so many calls he probably should've already made. And to think, he used to be such a social butterfly.

She shrugged and pulled open her locker before digging into her bag to pull out the books she didn't need. "I guess it's going okay. Trying to catch up and get my brain back on the right path to, you know, graduate at the end of the year. I'll be lucky if I get through this semester." Peyton shoved the last book inside and shut her locker to face him, a hopeful sort of expression on her face. "Do you want to walk home with me? Or are you meeting Thom out front?"

Isaac thought that they all would be lucky if they made it through that semester, but didn't say so. Instead he smiled at the look on her face and nodded. "That was the plan," he said. Then chuckled a bit. "To walk you home, and possibly invade your house. Harkin can walk himself home." He straightened up and offered her his arm. "So I was talking to Gabe Winters, right? He wants to throw a party this weekend. You wanna go?"

She had heard something about a party in history class earlier, though she didn't pay it much attention. She was just relieved it wasn't a party she was throwing. "Sure. Might be nice to enjoy a party without knowing I'd have to clean up afterward." She took his arm and began to walk with him toward the exit. Peyton glanced at one of the colorful posters on their way out. "Did you want to go to the football game first? Or just skip it all together?"

He glanced as well. Homecoming. Something he'd loved intensely every year he'd been at MSHS. And now it was his senior year, last homecoming, and it felt kind of like a farce. "I dunno," he answered, opening the door for her as they headed out of the building. He should probably not be a negative bastard and be thinking that it'd be the perfect place for an explosion of supernatural badness. "Maybe. I definitely want to take you to the dance, though," he said, looking over at her with a faint smile, hoping she'd like that idea.

"Really?" There was a flicker of pleasant surprise in her eyes when she turned her face to look at him. She had sort of braced herself with thinking she wouldn't be going to homecoming this year. With all the bad stuff, and everyone being weary and tired and on edge... But she couldn't deny that the girly part of her still really wanted to go. Especially with Isaac. "I think that would be really fun. I mean, I hope it would be fun." Peyton smiled, feeling a bit of stupid excitement. "At least it's something to look forward to, right? As long as nothing... happens."

Isaac was glad that it made her look a little happier. Really, he wouldn't mind getting dressed up and actually doing something that was supposed to be fun, himself. It had been a long time since he'd been to a dance. Or felt like it, anyway. "Right, I think it'd be a blast," he said, which wasn't precisely true, as there was still plenty of worry that something would happen, but he could keep that under wraps for her. "... I don't think I've ever seen you in a dress," he added musingly, looking at her out of the corner of his eye and smirking.

There was the slightest wrinkle of her nose, though the flushing of her cheeks was much more obvious. "I'm not big into wearing dresses. I feel kind of awkward in them." Though, again, the girly part of her was looking forward to wearing one - at least for him. "Like my legs are too skinny, and my boobs aren't really big enough to fill them out properly. Jeans and t-shirts really hide all those flaws," she said with a grin. "But I'm willing to feel awkward. I haven't been to a dance in awhile."

Her little blush made him smile. Really, with as solid as Peyton was, the thought that she had stuff she was self-conscious about like that was stupidly adorable to him. They were down on the sidewalk now, mostly away from everybody. But still he leaned in as they walked and got close to her ear. "I happen to like your legs and your boobs," he informed her in a murmur. Isaac tacked a little kiss on to her jaw. "In jeans or under a dress or just bare." He leaned back and grinned a bit at her.

She giggled despite herself and flushed even darker. Yes, he'd seen her naked. Like completely. So she supposed she didn't have much room to feel self conscious in something that was designed to make her feel pretty. In any case, she was pretty sure Isaac would make her feel beautiful even if she wore a garbage bag. "My legs and boobs thank you for the compliment. They happen to like you too." She leaned over to kiss him on the mouth.

And now that he was sort of thinking about it, Isaac decided he wouldn't mind reminding himself of that fact once they got back to her house. If she was game. Funny, he'd always thought that once he lost his virginity, he'd be having sex a lot more often than once. At the very least, it would be nicely distracting from thoughts of his sister doing anything like it. Maybe, hopefully. He kissed her back and grinned at her some more. "I'm glad, 'cause they're awesome," he said.

"Oh, stop now you're just stroking my ego," Peyton teased, a lot of the stress from earlier in the day easing away. It was a nice distraction, flirting with her boyfriend. "Do you want to stay for awhile? Tyler took Jason home." She let that hang for a moment - the obvious implication that they would be alone for awhile. "It feels like forever since we got to hang out without worrying about other stuff." Not that they wouldn't have it on their minds, but there was less chance of shadowy figures showing up, or having to run off to check on people.

"That's not all I'd like to stroke," he muttered, because he really just couldn't help himself. Especially after hearing that Tyler wasn't going to be there right away. That was always a good thing. "Yeah, I'd love to stay for a while," Isaac told her, looking more than a little pleased with that prospect. He agreed, though ... it felt like forever since they'd had time that wasn't chock-full of danger. Snuggling and ... well ... other things were far better than danger.

Peyton couldn't help but laugh a bit and she squeezed his hand with hers. She led him to her house before releasing him and digging into her bag for her house keys. Unlocking the door, she stepped inside and dumped her bag down in the foyer, feeling better that he was there with her. Being alone in her house these days was becoming a bit more nerve wracking than she would like to admit. "Do you want something? Dad hasn't been able to go to the store in a couple of days, so we don't have much, but I could probably put something together if you're hungry."

Isaac shrugged a shoulder and shook his head. For once, he wasn't really hungry. He was kind of getting less and less so as time went on. "Nah, I'm good," he said, dropping his backpack down next to her's. He tried to remember in an off-handed way if he had any condoms on him, and wasn't sure one way or another. He wanted to take her hand and immediately lead her upstairs, but he wasn't sure if that meant she was going to get something to eat or what, so he didn't, just sort of watching her.

"Okay, good." She grinned and went back to take his hand. She didn't want to drag him upstairs, so she tried to just gently lead instead. She liked being alone with him - and even if the house was empty, she still felt her room was more of a sanctuary than anywhere else. "I wanted to ask... how's your dad doing?" she asked, glancing at him on the stairs. She knew she needed to ask, but she didn't want to bring him down or kick up his worry all over again.

He was fine with being led anywhere she wanted to go; would've been fine being dragged, too. He followed along with her, giving her hand a squeeze. "He's ... okay. Home now, kind of out of it, just taking it easy. But he'll heal up fine." He didn't want to say that he would be fine, because he kind of didn't really know. "How's Tyler dealing?" he asked. They'd talked here and there a little, but not about anything of substance.

"He hasn't really talked to me much about it," Peyton admitted. "I think he just assumes I don't know anymore than he does. I'm reluctant to bring it up to him unless he asks. Which may be wrong of me, I don't know." She led him into her bedroom and shut the door. "I think he's still kind of freaked out by the entire experience, and he doesn't really know how to explain it and talking to me about it he might be afraid I'll think he's nuts if he tells me he thought they were ghosts or something." Peyton slipped her shoes off. "I guess I'm being cowardly, avoiding it."

Isaac toed out of his sneakers in turn, and pulled her into his arms, lacing his fingers at her lower back and leaning his head in to lean his forehead against her's. "It's not easy," he murmured to her, looking at her eyes up close. "Like I said, I'll back you up, if you want." Then he fell silent, content just to stand there and hold her comfortably against him. His little piece of peace. Maybe it was dumb and sappy, but he needed it.

She was grateful for that, because she was pretty sure she would need - and want - him there if it came down to it. "I know. And I'm really thankful for that. I don't know if I could do it without you," she said softly, her arms coming up around his neck. Her fingers moved up into his hair and Peyton leaned in to kiss him, wanting to convey just how thankful she was. If she started talking, she might not stop for awhile, and she was enjoying being this close to him. Even the small silences between them were relaxing. Like she could pretend things were normal and everything in the world outside her room didn't exist.

Isaac kissed her back without a stitch of hesitation, loving the feel of her fingers in his hair. It was usually such a mess, someone touching it that wasn't him was very much a soothing feeling. His lips parted and he kissed her deeper, arms re-settling more tightly around her. He really didn't know what he would do without this particular bright spot in the midst of everything. He of course cared for who she was as a person, but he thought it had probably deepened considerably with what they'd been through, both together and separately. Isaac's hand ran gently up and down the middle of her back.

A tiny noise sounded in her throat and she stroked her tongue against his. She liked what it did to her - when he kissed her like that. Her whole body seemed to respond to it, and it amazed her how quickly he could make her breathless. She pulled back to nip at his lip gently with her teeth and then she moved in to kiss him harder. She didn't want to spend too much time thinking. Peyton pulled him closer, trying not to kiss him too desperately - or possessively. It was hard when everything inside of her turned to mush and all she wanted was for him to touch her.

It was really easy not to think when she kissed him like that. It was like flicking a switch off. The brain switch. Isaac kissed her back with equal enthusiasm, nipping at her lips lightly before he sucked on her tongue a touch. His hand moved from her back to her side, stroking over the gentle curves there. He was glad that she wanted to do this. When everything was shitty, it tended to kill his desire to make out, but it always came back strong. And this time was ... really strong. Every time they survived something, he was more and more grateful for her.

Peyton would have sighed contently had she not been busy kissing him. This was what she needed. To be alone with him, and touch him and just... yeah. It was extremely nice and soothing, even if her heart was racing. There never seemed to be any time lately for this and she wanted to take advantage of it. Her mouth slipped away from his to press tiny kisses down and along his jaw back to his ear. Her hands moved down his chest until they slipped up under his shirt to touch his bare stomach. Her teeth nipped at his earlobe and she wrapped both arms around his waist to pull him with her toward her bed. She figured it would be easier, and much more comfortable there. Not to mention she was getting a bit weak in the knees with the way he was touching her. "You're wearing too many clothes," she murmured against his ear before her hands began to tug at his shirt. He was already so warm and she just wanted to wrap herself around him.

The muscles of his abdomen tightened up under her touch instinctively. He shuffled forward with her, not at all opposed to moving the festivities to the bed. He found himself wanting her even more than he had before, to make love to her. Now that he had an idea of what it was like. He grunted an agreement at the fact of too many clothes, and moved away from her just long enough to pull his shirt off. Isaac drew her back in, his own lips finding her neck and lingering there for a moment, before he moved back again to tug her shirt up and off. Then there was bare skin pressed together and it was beyond wonderful. He lavished attention on her neck, licking and nibbling lightly as his hands roamed over her mostly-bare torso, thumbs slipping up under the wire of her bra to stroke over her breasts. "You're so beautiful," he murmured into her skin, moving to nip at her earlobe. He increased the pressure against her ribcage just slightly, a signal for her to lay back on the bed.

Her breath shuddered out of her mouth unevenly when his hands touched her breasts. It was amazing that such a simple touch could cause everything to spike so sharply and pleasantly inside of her. Peyton licked her lips, reluctantly moving away from to slip back onto her bed. Only she didn't lay back. She rested on her knees at the edge of the bed and reached out for him tugging him toward her. Her hands fell to his button and zipper as she got to undressing him eagerly. She didn't want to be shy, or lay back and let him do all the work. Peyton was eager to do things to him, now that they had already done it once. She still felt a tiny bit insecure and awkward since she wasn't sure yet what he enjoyed and what he didn't. But she wanted to find out. In the midst of everything, her mind had wandered to possible scenarios of being alone with him and now that she was, Peyton was eager to fulfill those particular fantasies. She only hoped he would let her as she slipped her hand down to wrap her fingers around him.

Isaac attempted to do the same undressing to her without getting too much in her way, reaching around her hands to unbutton her own jeans. Only she was on her knees, so getting them off wasn't going to be so easy. Instead, he helped her push his jeans and boxers down, leaning a hand on the bed for a second to step out of them without falling on his ass. He let out a soft groan as she gripped him, a little shudder coursing up his spine. He was hard as a rock already, and eager for anything she wanted to do to him. One of his hands came up to run fingers through her hair, while the other stroked over all the bare skin on her torso he could reach. He tilted her face up with his thumb to kiss her hungrily, moving to pop the clasp on her bra.

This was nice. Very nice. Having him naked in front of her while she was still partially dressed gave her an odd sense of like - control or something. Peyton kissed him back with equal enthusiasm while she lifted her hands up to pull her bra completely off. She had no clue where she dropped it because she was too focused on reaching for him and pulling him forward to the bed. She nudged him toward the mattress, clear on what she wanted him to do. "Lay down," she said breathlessly before scooting back to sit and wiggle out of the remainder of her own clothes. She tried to be graceful about it, but she was too eager to be as naked as he was. Her heart was loud and thudding in her chest and she licked her lips again. It was going to be hard not to just lay there and roam her hands over him for the next hour. She didn't think she had that kind of time, but damn it would be nice. He was pretty much perfect in her eyes and she really just wanted to... devour him. Which she would keep to herself to avoid potentially embarrassing reddening of, well, every inch of her body in front of him.

He obeyed her nudging, laying down on his side on the bed with his head propped up with one hand to watch her get the rest of the way undressed. He didn't give a rat's ass if it was awkward-looking or not, the point was that his girlfriend was getting naked, and that was awesome. She looked absolutely beautiful to him, slender and long-limbed, like some graceful deer molded to look more human. He wanted to kiss every inch of her bare skin. He couldn't help it; he reached out and pulled her in across the bedspread, wanting to feel her softness fully against him. Isaac took to kissing her again, free hand roaming over the skin of her back and lower. Her ass was really just the perfect fit for his hand.

She leaned into him, her own hand sliding over his hip to his lower back. It was amazing how comfortable he made her feel. Her blood was pulsing inside of her and she was finding it more difficult to breathe the longer they kissed. She didn't want to start whimpering from need, so she pressed her hand on his chest and pushed him fully onto his back before she straddled him. Her mouth caught his again and she pressed her hips against his. She knew if she just shifted enough and slid down... but that wouldn't be a wise idea, so she held back for the moment. She wasn't worried about protection since she had condoms in her night stand - which had been red faced embarrassing to buy, by the way - but she didn't want to break away just yet to grab one. Peyton's lips traveled back down his jaw and then lower to his throat. It felt so good, being pressed up against him, skin to skin. Shifting, she slid herself against him just enough that he could feel what he was doing to her. His body was extremely hot, but the feeling still gave her happy goosebumps and the overwhelming desire to have him inside of her.

Isaac kissed her while she was there, eyes rolling closed as she straddled him. She wasn't heavy at all, but the weight on him felt indescribably good. He tilted his head to give her room when she started kissing his neck, pushing up against her with his hips and trying not to think too hard about how easy it would be to just shift a bit and push up into her. She was wet and oh so warm against him, and the want to be buried in her was incredibly strong. His hands slid over her body, ribs to hips to thighs and then back, detouring to caress the sides of her breasts. There wasn't any of the nerves and worry there had been the first time, only a hazy determination to last longer and make it better for her this time around. He rocked his hips against her slowly, letting out a soft groan from the back of his throat.

Her eyes fell shut when he moved against her, the sensations sparking that deeper desire for more. She wanted longer than this. A whole afternoon, or evening, or something where they didn't have to worry about siblings or parents coming home. Peyton was all too eager to kiss every part of him until he was going crazy. Her mouth moved over his chest, back up to his collarbone. It felt really hot in her room, but she wondered if that was just her. Or the both of them. Peyton straightened and adjusted on his thighs until she could reach down and grip him in her hand again. With her eyes on his face, she began to stroke him with slow, firm movements. There was something about knowing she could induce this sort of response from him that made her feel less insecure and a lot more bold.

It was definitely hot in the room, she wasn't alone there. Isaac's eyes cracked back open as she sat back and locked hazily onto her. That right there? Was going to be permanently burned into his brain. She looked damn good like that. Not to mention how good it felt. He let out another soft groan, hands caressing what he could reach of her thighs. He'd always suspected as much, but this just confirmed yet again that everything was ten thousand times better when someone else was doing it. His gaze moved back and forth between her hand and her face as his breathing got a little more unsteady.

She could tell by his breathing that she was definitely having an effect. It made everything inside of her seemingly glow and yes, she was more than a little proud. Peyton pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and reached down to use both hands, quickening her strokes on him - just a touch - to see what he would do. She didn't want him to come just yet, but she definitely wanted him to want her pretty damn bad before she went any further. She just adored that clouded look in his eyes, the way his chest rose and fell in that unsteady rhythm. Was it wrong that she was kind of getting off on doing that to him? She certainly never thought control could be so hot, but it really, really was.

"Jesus," he breathed without being really aware of it, hips twitching just a bit. He seemed to be having trouble keeping his eyes open, though he really really wanted to watch her jerk him off. He gripped the muscle right above her kneecaps and squeezed a little as she started using both hands. Whatever the hell she wanted to do with him, he seemed perfectly fine with. More than fine. It was fabulous. He wanted to touch her back, drive her crazy at the same time, but ... maybe in a minute, because this was awesome. He wondered in a very hazy way whether she was enjoying it too or not. Then twitched again as her hand ran just right over the head.

Peyton was enjoying it. Maybe a little too much. She wanted to climb back on top of him and push him inside of her, but she was just fascinated with watching his reaction. She licked her dry lips, smoothing her thumb over the head before sliding her grip back down. Some girls really had to realize how much power they had with guys when they did this. She was fairly certain she could ask Isaac for anything right about now and he'd eagerly give it to her. The feelings between her legs seemed to be building to a nearly painful point and she instinctively rocked against him. If she jerked him off to completion, then she would probably have to wait and... She hated being so selfish about it, but god she wanted to see what it was like to be on top of him with him inside of her. She'd overheard Cynthia in her bedroom raving about it to her friends when she still lived at home and yeah, it had stuck in Peyton's memory. She released Isaac reluctantly to lean over the side of the bed toward her drawer. She fumbled around for a minute before coming up with a condom. When she straightened over him again, she held it up. "Can I?" she asked hoarsely, wanting to risk stupidity and put it on him herself.

If she'd wanted the moon, he would've done everything he could to get it for her. Isaac was totally lost in the delicious feelings she was giving him when she stopped. Which popped his eyes open and sent a wave of 'oh no don't do that!' through him. Until he saw what she was doing, at least. Which was something of a relief; Peyton had it covered. Because now that her hands were gone, the want to delve inside of her and really get to it was overtaking everything else. He didn't move to change their positions around or anything, more than happy to give her the reins for now. Her voice sounded utterly sexy when it was all rough like that, and he nodded without hesitation at the question. Oh hell yes. He let go of one of her legs to reach and hold his erection upright to make it even easier for her.

She fumbled with the wrapper for only a few seconds before she managed to get the condom out. It was much hotter when he had torn it with his teeth the first time but she wasn't sure she could pull that off. Remembering how he did it, and what she had read on the box hidden in her brother's room, Peyton pulled her lip between her teeth again and began to roll it down onto him. She managed to do it without snapping it, or breaking it and she just prayed that she had done it well enough that it wasn't hurting him. Her eyes lifted up to his face as she was finishing, her eyes quizzical. "Is that good?"

Was that good? Isaac almost had to laugh a little at the question, but managed only to crack a rather shit-eating grin instead. As if anything she could possibly do down there could be bad. No, watching it had been extremely hot, in all honesty. “It's fuckin' great,” he said. He wondered if he should move now, sit up and pull her in under him or something, but she was still on his legs, and really? If she wanted to stay up there? He wouldn't have a word of complaint. The more different positions they tried, the better, in Isaac's mind. And the anticipation of what it might feel like for her to be on top was building like crazy.

Peyton's smile was quick when he spoke and she felt the uncertainty ease. No worries in that department she supposed. And she was glad he wasn't trying to tug her underneath him. As much as she loved the feeling of it before, she was eager to stay where she was for now. She only hoped she didn't mess it up, or hurt him, or do it wrong. Could one do it wrong this way? Was she supposed to just rock back and forth? Or move up and down? God. She was going to be frickin' eighteen in two days and she'd been dating him for over a month and really - was she going to be this moronic about this stuff? Peyton pushed up on her knees and reached down to grip him, her free hand resting down against his chest as she guided him inside of her. She slid down onto him slowly, holding her breath as she watched his face. It felt different this time since she wasn't hurting and her body adjusted fairly quickly to his size. She sunk down completely and rested there for a moment, her eyes falling shut under the weight of how good it felt. Now she knew why Cynthia had loved this position so much. Because... wow.

He wet his lips as she began to do the very thing that he'd been hoping desperately that she would do. He didn't want to move and mess her up, so he just watched as she settled down on him. That was another thing that he was going to remember forever, because damn. He let out a deep-throated soft noise and closed his own eyes briefly. It felt beyond fucking fantastic. Christ. After a couple of seconds of being still, his hips flexed instinctively, pushing up more firmly into her, and he let out an unsteady breath. If asked, he would've said it really didn't matter what she did up there, it was enough that she was. His eyelids parted once more to take in the view, and Isaac wet his lips again. He adored that look on her face, more and more every time he saw it.

A small sound escaped her lips when he pushed up into her. It felt so good that she wanted to encourage him to just keep doing that. She forced open her eyes and looked down at him. She just loved that look in his eyes, and the way his cheeks were flushed, the way he wet his lips. She felt a surge of warmth spread inside of her. And then every inch of her was desperate to move so Peyton placed her hands on his chest for balance and began to rock over him slowly. And why again weren't they doing this like every day? She wanted to just watch him while she moved, though it was beginning increasingly difficult to keep her eyes open. "Isaac," she breathed, her fingers curling into his chest. She could feel every inch of him this way and being able to control the angle made everything that much more amazing.

Oh holy shit balls, how did other guys do this -- or let their chicks do this -- and not like come in five seconds? Because it felt like he was about to, all of the sudden, in one big surge of Oh My God That Feels Good. He inhaled sharply and held it for a second, hands moving to her hips to grab and hold her still. "Fuck," he breathed, and followed it up with a soft sheepish laugh. "Just ... hang on." He breathed through it, eyes crawling over her wantonly. He felt way overheated, in the best way. "Okay ..." he murmured after a moment, easing up his grip on her into more of a caress. It was hard not to move under her, still, the instinct was definitely there, but what she was doing was far too awesome to interfere with.

Initially there was confusion when he stopped her, and that fear that maybe she was doing it wrong. Luckily the horror passed when she realized he had wanted her to stop so he wouldn't... yeah that was much, much better. Peyton grinned, feeling stupidly proud of herself. Not that she wanted him to come yet - she was sort of hoping she could get there first - but the fact that she was obviously doing something right felt really good and definitely helped her girlish ego. "You're sure?" she teased, her fingernails dragging down to his abdomen and back up. And then she began to move again with a lot more confidence. She certainly didn't feel as awkward as she did when she was getting undressed and she was perfectly happy playing wanton sex goddess for a little while. Especially if it got that kind of reaction from him.

His skin positively tingled under her nails, and he barely got through breathing out something vaguely affirmative. Yes, he was sure. Not that he had to tell her, because she was already ... oh god. Isaac's spine shuddered, but he was getting a little more used to the sensation, so control was a bit easier. His eyes rolled back briefly and his hands stroked over her bare torso. With her in control like that, and all the different, moving pressures ... fuck. Just fuck. It was getting harder not to move, and his body seemed to find the perfect instant in her movements to flex hips and push up. He didn't want to mess her up, but he did really love that noise she'd made a moment ago.

Peyton moaned loudly the minute he moved against her. God that felt good. The sensations were swift and acute, causing her entire body to tingle. Nothing she could have ever imagined in the times she was alone and thinking about this moment could have compared to how it actually felt having Isaac moving inside of her. She pushed back down against him, not letting it halt her rhythm. Instead she leaned over him, her hands bracing on either side of his head. She bent down to nip at his lower lip. "Do that again," she whispered.

Having her close all of the sudden, and the whisper combined twisted Isaac's chest pleasantly, and he lost his breathing rhythm for a second. His hands slid around to cup her ass and he did as he was told, pushing up into her firmly again. And again. And again until he was moving in good sync with her, breathing coming harsher. Because he could see her eyes from where he was, and that just made everything so much better. "You like that, baby?" he murmured without thinking about it, eyes intent on her expression. It was nicely distracting, and he wanted her to come this time, just like this.

Her eyes drifted shut and she gasped when he began to thrust up inside of her, her fingers curling into the blankets beneath them. It was getting harder to retain control when all she wanted was to just grind down on top of him until she came. She could feel that familiar pressure beginning to build inside of her as he seemingly touched just the right spot every time she pushed back against him. Her eyes opened and locked onto his and she licked her dry lips before exhaling sharply. Did she like it? She fucking loved it. Her body was in complete and total agreement and she was pretty sure she would scream if he stopped. "Yes... god... don't stop," she managed to say, thrusting her hips harder against him.

Isaac's teeth bared in some hybrid of a grin and concentration. His groin clenched at her answer, but he wasn't about to blow it now. Hands still on her rear end, he didn't even think about stopping. In fact, he adjusted one leg a bit and picked up the pace, thrusting up into her harder and faster. All the worry and fretting about hurting her was long gone; every sign she was putting off said that she was loving it. Unmindful of whether or not Tyler or her dad may have come home since they'd been in the middle of all this, Isaac wanted to make her scream. His teeth sank into his bottom lip and he stared up at her face, pumping faster.

Holy god. Peyton's lips parted as she struggled for breath in the most delicious way. Her head thunked back on her neck and there was nothing else but what he was doing to her. Moaning loudly she clenched her eyes shut, lifting her body just enough so that she was gripping his shoulders now. And then the angle was quite simply perfect, touching just the right spot that brought a low groan from her lips. A part of her never wanted him to stop, because what the hell was the point of doing other boring, mundane things when they could be doing this all the time? Peyton thrust against him desperately, striving to reach that point that would finally push her over. She was so close and her cries grew louder with every single movement between them. When she finally reached it she tried her best not to shriek, but she couldn't help it as the sensations shattered and pulsed deliciously between her thighs and around him. It felt so different and so much stronger this way than it ever did when she did it to herself. And holy fricking fuck was it good.

With all the noise and sex-faces she was making, it was impossible to block the effects out, and Isaac's own pressure built very rapidly as he worked her to climax. And then she was crying out, and everything was tight and pulsing, and he couldn't stop going over his own edge. He grit his teeth and let a few jerky expletives fly as he shakily pumped into her a couple more times. It ended up with his own deep groan and falling back bonelessly against the bed with a few little shivers. Holy fucking hell. Isaac gasped and tried to catch his breath, realizing for the first time that he was sheathed in sweat. That had just been ... intense. He blinked and made his eyes focus, a soft shaky laugh slipping out.

She could feel it when he came, could actually feel him swell inside of her. It had just heightened everything and she laughed breathlessly when he fell back onto the bed and she followed, resting down on top of him and burying her face against his neck. She adored the tiny shivers running through his body. She still felt tiny after shocks throbbing inside of her and she closed her eyes with a lazy kind of smile. After a second, Peyton pressed a kiss against his jaw. She knew she ought to climb off of him, but it felt so nice to be where she was. She took a deep breath to try and slow her racing heart. "Sex. Is. Awesome," Peyton said in a lightly teasing voice before she was nuzzling her nose against his neck.

He laughed again at that, sliding his arms up and around her back. He didn't want her going anywhere either. Because this was the most perfect spot in the universe. ... and he could feel her little aftershocks, and that was just fucking cool. "Preachin' to the choir on that one," he murmured lazily, now officially unable to get the smile off of his face. He turned his head to kiss her neck, through her damp long hair. Then went about pulling it out of the way so he could do it more properly. Isaac nuzzled her, not feeling like he had a single care in the world.

Peyton was fairly certain that her own smile was probably permanent. When he started nuzzling her neck, her eyes drifted closed again. She was pretty sure she could just lay there on top of him and sleep for awhile. Everything was just so sated in the most wonderful way. And she was completely and utterly boneless for the time being. "Don't think I can move," she murmured, her toes playing against his ankles. "What about you?"

"Couldn't pay me to," he mumbled back. It felt like somebody had stolen all his muscles. Which was entirely fine with him. One hand rubbed slowly at her back, then flopped over to their side to feel around. He grabbed a convenient corner of the blanket on her bed and pulled it over her, wrapping both of them up nicely. "There," he murmured, nuzzling another kiss to her neck. The perfect spot that they could stay in for forever.

She grinned and rested happily against him. He was solid, warm and perfect. Sometimes it felt too good to be true that she was with him, like someone was going to jump out in front of her and tell her it was all a joke. But it wasn't, and he was with her and loved her and that was all she really wanted. Peyton turned her face to press a kiss against his mouth. "Love you," she told him, wishing they could stay there forever. Eventually the real world was going to barge in and he was going to have to go home, but she was more than willing to soak up every minute she had until that happened.