Aren't we Cozy.....Peyton tag Isaac

[Peyton Saunders]

One good thing was that it was Friday. Thank god. Now Peyton had the whole weekend to play...and her favorite plaything was Isaac. He was so much fun. This lovely afternoon had been a scavenger hunt. Peyton left Isaac clues about what to bring to her place. If he missed one item...well he would be punished. Needless to say, Isaac always had all the items cause the prize was much more worth it. He played games with her. Its what they did.

But for once they had a weekend alone with no vict...friends to play with. Which was a first, but not a bad way to spend the weekend. They had enough fun with each other. Her father had supposedly left that morning. So Peyton thought she and Isaac would have the house to themselves. Right now she waited. Peyton did not have very many patients, but she had set this game up, which meant she had to wait. Isaac would need a blindfold, strawberries...and a few other items for their weekend of fun.

He had a key so Peyton did not need to worry about being down stairs. She could stay in her room, fully clothed of course. Just added to the fun. She wore a black miniskit and a purple, button down top. No shoes, no stalkings. Who needed them.

When Peyton heard the door she felt her heart pound, next came the footsteps up the stairs...she could feel the tingles begin. Then the figure in the door, walking into the room. The items being placed on the ground. "I was certain you never would have guessed the last clue. " Peyton teased. The last clue being her favorite champnage....but she had made it a bit more difficult then that. "You know me better then I thought." She purred.

Once the items were down and held her hand up, "Who said I wanted you yet?" She teased.

[Isaac Norton]

Isaac had a right time trying to find the damn things to the scavenger hunt his girlfriend had made him go on. He of course enjoyed the games but the clues to this particular hunt hinted at what was to come and well...the game couldn't have ended any sooner. He hit a momentary snag by the end of the game. Hell Peyton knew exactly what could make him even more frustrated than he already was. He was so close to finishing this game and she gave him a doozy of a clue.

It had to be a '57 Pinot Noir. They had that once after one of their most successful games where they managed to ensnare both their victims in record time and he remembered the look on Peyton's face as she drank it. Of course, he then remembered exactly why she had that look on her face. Neither of his hands were on the table at the time.

A Cab Sovignon? Shit. Isaac was losing patience with this clue and then it hit him. She had told him once that there was only one wine she could watch the sunset and retire with on a cruiseship to Bali with the guy that she would be with til he died. Of course, the mention of the fact that why it had to be him who had to die, her answer made him love her that much more.

After picking up three bottles of the champagne, he drove straight to Peyton's house but parked a ways away so that even if her dad came back, the dude wouldn't know that his beloved daughter had company. As he walked up to the house, his copy of the house keys swinging around his forefinger while the other clutched the heavy duty bag with the items in it, he grinned as he couldn't wait to be with his woman.

He laid out the things on the floor by Peyton's bare feet. He took out one bottle of champagne and kept the rest in the bag, before sliding his hand up across her silky legs, hitching her skirt up as his hand started to grip her thighs while he ascended to a standing position. His hand wavered dangerously close to the vee of her legs as she complimented his vast knowledge of her. "You underestimate me too much Becs, I'd have to find some other woman to do this with." He growled into her ear as his hand went straight to the small of her back with no intentions of pulling her in but to move that much lower.

He growled once more when she held her hand up between them and said the six words he hated the most in a sentence spoken by her. "Damn it, Peyton..."

[Peyton Saunders]

Peyton laughed, "Dear Isaac, no patience...patience is a virture you know." She commented. Hell she had no patience which was what made that statement so much fun. Isaac ahad to know she wanted him just as badly. She always wanted him just as badly. The games...the foreplay just added to the fun. "So you remember the tale..of Bali and the cruise." She purred. "Such a good boy." She teased.

When he touched her legs and her thigh, she almost didn't put her hand up. It felt so good, Having his hands anywhere on her body felt damn good. "Such good hands you have. I wonder what else they can do." She smirked. "You are a dangerous boy to have alone in a room. If I am not careful, you might just ravish me...not that I would mind." Her vocie was soft and against his skin as she spoke placing a soft kiss on his exposed colar bone.

Peyton did take a step closer. "If it were so easy to get me, you know you would not enjoy this as much." She purred against his ear. It was true, but sometimes with a lack of patients easy was the only option. Yet right now, she was opting for not easy, "We have the whole weekend to go fast, so why not take it a bit slow." She could see the smoldering look in his eye. She knew he was not too thrilled, but excited at the same time. She was.

"So..." her fingers began to trail under his shirt, touching his skin. "You feel so good." Then she kissed the hallow of his neck, all the while still keeping one hand against his chest to keep him from advancing on her, "Not yet...I am still having fun." She knew at any moment Isaac could pick her up like a rag doll and have his way with her, which was why this was fun.

She enjoyed getting him to that point. Hell he did it to her all the time. "I have toys, blindfold, handcuffs, other stuff...take your pick of what you want to use first." She said to him. she bit her lower lip. "I never underestimate you, I just love when you rise..." She eyed downward and then brought her eyes back up, "to a challenge." She smirked. "But...I am still decideding if I want you or not...I might have you sleep in the otehr room." A bold face lie and itw as written all over her face, which meant Isaac knew she was kidding.

[Isaac Norton]

Isaac snickered at Peyton's statement, knowing far too well that she didn't have any patience either. He knew that she had been dying for him to finish the hunt just as much as he was. They were too alike not to have the same tolerance for waiting. "Dear Becs. We both know you think that's a load of bullshit." He smirked. "You have the patience of a gnat compared to mine."

Further indication of how she must have been feeling while he was off looking for her things was the look on her face as his hands traveled up her legs and thigh. "Oh trust me, baby. My hands are good for a whole lot of things." He ignored her previous brush off and made his hands cup her butt cheeks, squeezing them lightly just for a second to make her regret asking him to slow down. Then he moved his hands up to pull her top out of her tight skirt. "You have no idea how dangerous I can be," Isaac chuckled lowly.

Sure he wanted to ravish her right then. But she was right. If she were any easier, Isaac knew he wouldn't enjoy the outcome later as much as he was going to now. And slow sometimes makes things far better in the end. Peyton knew that, that was why Isaac craved for the girl every single time. They were a perfect match in that while Isaac knows when to speed things up in certain situations, Peyton knew how to slow things down. Although at the rate they were going, he knew he would explode at any minute.

It took a lot in him not to lunge at her when she started kissing his neck. He wanted to just throw her over his arms, then throw her on the bed and take her right then and there. But if his woman wanted to play, he's going to play. No use trying to deny a stubborn girl like Peyton anyway. She's always going to get what she wants. That was just Peyton. "Peyton..." he breathed out. "Don't-" he couldn't continue with his thought as Peyton mentioned the toys. "Goddammit, woman." His voice was strained as he tried hard not to scream.

Parts of his body was stirring in anticipation. He knew he wouldn't be able to stand it any longer since he had already been...risen awhile back when he realised all the things Peyton had asked him to search for was for a weekend of something extemely...kinky. "You know what..." he croaked as Peyton finished her last sentence. "I think maybe I will." He knew she was joking but come on, he wasn't Peyton's equal if not for the fact that he too could play the game.

Sure he was halfway up to the top but Peyton couldn't always be the one in control. So he stepped back with a smirk and turned to head out of the door, all the while counting up to three to clue him in on when Peyton would ask him to wait or come back or other variations of holding him back she could possibly say.

[Peyton Saunders]

"But we are not talking about me. We are discussing you." Peyton said seductively. "You say bullshit, I say you are frustrated cause I got what you want." Peyton did think she had the upper hand, she had no idea the tables would turn very soon. for now she relished being in charge and making this torture for Isaac. "I think we can disagree cause right now I can feel how dangerous you are." her eyes once again drifted downward but closed feeling his hands on her butt and then pulling up her shirt. Which could easily be ripped off too.

Peyton was slow with her movements. It was how they worked. Each one knew what buttons to push on each other, they knew how to move to make one another crave them so much from slow kisses to fast love making, either way they knew when and were it was needed. It was hot. Peyton moved slow. Slow kisses on his neck in the most tantalizing spots. Ones she knew would turn him on.

"Hmmm I love heard you say those words." His words of frustration were so hot, it made her even more ready for him as she kept placing kisses along his neck. She pulled back smiling. Peyton ran her hands through his hair when he asked her 'you know what'. She eyed him, "What?" Then the tables turned and she watched him leave. A look of frustration now on her face.

She watched him get to the door, "Wait." She called. "You bastard." She said as he turned around. "You really going to just walk out..." Peyton began to unbutton her shirt one by one. Soon it was undone and she had removed her top. Then she un buttoned and unzipped her skirt and began to push it down. Then she stepped out.

Peyton smiled as she knew she had gotten to him. "No...unclothed....At least shirt and pants." Peyton got on the bed in a pose waiting for him. The moment he was stripped be beckoned for him.

[Isaac Norton]

Isaac knew what Peyton said was true. She had everything he wanted and she could easily just not give it to him. That kind of scared him. He needed her. More than either of them can understand. It wasn't just fun and games with them and that they both knew even if they didn't tell the other that often, if at all.

Just like clockwork, Isaac grinned when Peyton called him back. They knew each other's weaknesses and even though in a relationship, playing on the other's weakness was considered selfish and pretty cold, it worked for Peyton and Isaac. It helped that both of them were callous and they knew how callous they were.

Peyton had undressed and she was now only in her bra and panties. "Damn...Becs you're killing me..." He croaked before kicking off his pants and sliding his shirt over his head, throwing them haphazardly. He took just a moment to admire the woman in front of him, lying down on the bed looking sexy as all hell. He was a lucky man to have found a perfect one for him at such an early age. He didn't know it yet of course.

He slid beside Peyton and immediately moved on top of her. Running his fingers through her hair, his hand traveled down her neck, the hollow concave that ran in between her chest and then down her flat stomach where he splayed his fingers and let only the tips of his fingers run across her silky smooth skin. Once it skirted her panties but of course, he couldn't do anything. Not yet.

So he moved downwards on to her hips then down her thighs where he slid it in between her legs, loving the warm feeling. He let his hand move out and up her side before settling on her hip. "Becs, you're gorgeous you know that?" He said softly, meaning every word, his eyes staring straight into hers. He bent down and pressed his lips on hers, slow and tantalising. His hand moved up yet again only to cup the back of her neck. He pulled her up to gain more access, loving the feel of her body pressed up against his.

He was about to say the words he wasn't sure would end their relationship or strengthen it but he couldn't. He couldn't let out that single most powerful tool any girl would love to have on the guys' they were with. But somehow the idea of it being Peyton and not some other girl didn't scare him. At all. So he didn't know what was stopping him.

[Peyton Saunders]

"Believe me, it's not this that is going to be killing you." Peyton smirked. "Clothes..." She said again watching him begin to strip. "Such a good boy." She taunted. Peyton knew how to rile Isaac up. She knew just what buttons to push to make him do what she wanted. They both engaged in a power struggle and usually it would get heated and end up with them both screaming in a very good way. a power struggle in a relationship was not always good, but it worked for them.

It was odd how certain relationships worked. Most people would call Peyton and Isaac's relationship severely dysfunctional, but it was quite the opposite. It truly worked for them. The games, the taunting, the button pushing, was all part of what made them...them. They were good together. Isaac was her equal in everything. Peyton knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she would grow old with this man. She loved him that much, she was just too scared to say the words.

His hands, oh god his hands on her body. Goosebumps began to form, her breath caught in her throat as she closed her eyes. "You always say that." She purred. Peyton had no idea their thoughts mirrored each other in terms of love, but neither could say it. Even without the words. Peyton knew Isaac belonged to her. She trusted him that much, which is more then some of the other teenage girls in her position.

"You are very sexy, no shit..those abs. Its no wonder all the girls want you." Peyton ran her fingers over his abs, "Lucky for me, I have you. Trapped in my bed." She said playfully. Peyton caught his gaze and returned his soft kiss. she loved kisses like this. She helped him by crawling up his body. Peyton laid on top of him and pulled back looking into his eyes, "You are truly the best." she said in a genuine voice. much like the one he had when he told her she was gorgeous. Something about her sentence and his was different.

Peyton opened her mouth to speak again when all the Sudden..."PEYTON. I'm home!" Her father called. "You in your room. I need to speak with you. I am coming up."

Peyton froze, "Shit, hide." she rolled off Isaac and grabbed a robe.

Isaac hide just in time and Peyton used the robe to cover herself as throw his clothes into the bathroom in her room, as her father opened the door. The gifts could easily be explained. A secret admirer.

Todd walked in and looked around. "Peyton dear, we need to talk. I was driving out of town when I got a call. " Todd looked at his daughter. "Peyton, I have no easy way of saying this, but I need to send you off to boarding school." Todd said.

"What why?" Peyton scoffed.

"Cause I heard something about you and a guy and i won't have any of that. You hear me. I don't care who this guy is, but you are sneaking around. So you are going. End of discussion, cause I can obviously not trust you."

"Who told you this? Come on dad. I would tell you if..."

"ENOUGH!" Todd raised his voice. You could smell the booze now as he took a step forward. "There is a car parked outside, this is not the first call i have gotten. You are going."

"Dad you are drunk, you could be making this up, just like you did last week." Her dad came home weekly threatening to send her off.

Todd the a pamphlet down, one fell by Isaac's hiding place. "I trust this person. You are going young lady. I won't have you fooling around just to wind up pregnant and have this kid,w home ever he is ruin your life. You are too young to be with a boy. You leave Monday I had it all arranged."

[Isaac Norton]

Isaac let Peyton take charge and relished her words wholeheartedly. In truth, Peyton was probably the only person he ever wanted to believe when she said things like that. Sure he knew he was good-looking, he had a great body that he worked hard on and the compliments he got, he pretty much deserved. But it only meant anything when it came from Peyton, as horribly feminine as it may sound. He of course would never admit that to anyone but himself.

His hand was just about to unclasp her bra when he heard Daddy Saunders' voice. "Fuck." Isaac slipped from under Peyton and ran to her cupboard, swinging the door hard but shutting it quietly. He controlled his breath as Todd Saunders walked in, clearly drunk and waving a pamphlet in his hand. The words that came out of his mouth made Isaac freeze. He shivered momentarily and as the discussion went on about her seeing a guy and Todd not wanting her to end up pregnant and bullshit else, Isaac became furious.

He shouldn't have any right to stop them from being together. And Isaac knew exactly what to do and say for these threats to stop right then and there. He stormed out of the closet, kicking the pamphlet in his wake. "Peyton is not going anywhere you piece of shit." He said in a steady voice.

The surprise on Todd's face almost made Isaac laugh. "You are going to listen to me and listen good." The older Saunders looked like he wanted to interrupt but Isaac stepped forward with his hand clenched. He wasn't that much taller than the older man but he knew his body and his legs were strong enough if he came attacking. "If you ever, I repeat ever start to threaten Peyton again with anything that might send her away, I will tell everyone what really happened between you and my dad and Peyton's mom."

He knew that would get to Todd than anything else Isaac could ever say. He knew even in a drunk state, Todd was smart enough to comprehend what the hell was going on. But what was important was that the older Saunders understands that the threat Isaac posed was real. He knew he could lose Peyton if she found out about what Isaac knew. Then again...it could go both ways. So he thought Todd should just take the threat and never speak of it again.

[Peyton Saunders]

Peyton did not want to get sent away. Just the thought of being away from Isaac scared the crap out of her. Not being able to see him, touch him, kiss him, it would be like hell for her. To be separated from someone she cared so deeply about. The hell part may be an exaggeration, but it was true. Peyton would miss Isaac way to much to be sent away. It would kill a little of her heart. "Dad give me a little credit. I know what protections it." Peyton told him.

However Todd did not give up and kept insisting on sending her away. Then Isaac burst out of the cupboard and Peyton covered her mouth in surprise at just how he was acting. This was new. Never had she seen him so pissed off or passionate. Oddly it was a turn on, which was not proper to think in this moment. Peyton fell silent as she watched Isaac and her dad. The incident Peyton thought Isaac was refering to was the whole Peyton's mom choosing Todd. She had no idea about the drunk driving secret.

Todd narrowed his eyes, "Fine she stays." Cause that threat was serious, "Cause that little threat works both ways." In other words how would Peyton feel about this boy keeping a secret. However Todd was not happy about just who was in his daughters bed room. He snorted, "Isaac Norton. I should have known you would weasel your way into my daughters bed. Did your father put you up to this? You break my daughters heart as a way to get back at me." Todd questioned. "I will be calling your father. No one messes with Peyton. You hear me boy!" Todd yelled. "Now get out of my home. You don't belong here. For god sakes Peyton, put some clothes on. You let this boy talk you out of them you should have known better." Todd yelled.

He walked over to Isaac and looked down at the boy, "You come near her again and you will pay."

Peyton walked over and touched Isaac, "Dad no. He didn't talk me out of anything. I seduced him. I like him. You can't stop us." It was true. The first time they slept together was because of her. She seduced him. "Dad just go. Now!" Peyton would not let her father scare Isaac off. "He stays." Those words were not well received.

"No....anyone but him, don't you see Peyton. You are such a fool. This boy is using you. You have given him access to everything. He could steal from my study just down stairs." Todd said being paranoid. "Get out boy."

"No dad!. Isaac stays. He is my boyfriend." She slipped her hand into Isaac's. Todd just scoffed, "fine. But I am still calling his father. Enjoy this now. It wil be over soon. Don't come crying to me Peyton when you relaize this man is using you and will never love you. As long as you date him, we are not okay daughter. You are choosing him over your own father. I won't forget that." Todd turned to stumble out the door.

Those words cut Peyton to the core. Why did she have to pick. Why couldn't she have both.

[Isaac Norton]

Isaac couldn't have picked a better threat. Really. Today of all days for this thing to blow up. Now of all times. Todd calling his father would mean homicide. Or suicide if Isaac got to a tall building first. And military school. Military school. Worse than death. It meant away from the girl his heart beats too fast and too slow at the same time for. The girl he would gladly step in front of a bullet for. The girl Isaac was apparently willing to be dramatic for.

"My father had nothing to do with this. Because if he did, then so did you. Did you really think forcing us not to interact with each other was going to work well on two hot headed teenagers like us? It's unfortunate but both of us got the same pig-headed genes from you and my ass of a father. But I'm not letting that get away with how I feel about your daughter." Isaac blabbered on.

He was dangerously teetering on confession time but he held himself back. This wasn't the time to go all 'You're my soulmate, Peyton Rebecca Saunders' on Peyton. And Isaac was not going to do that in front of Peyton's dad. Too embarrassing and he would use it against Isaac, the teen just knew it.

"And nobody messes with me, Todd." Isaac moved forward, backing the elder Saunders up to the wall after Peyton told her father about their first time. "I may be the son of the loser who failed but I am not that loser. I'm my own man and I am not above violence when it comes to what I want." Isaac growled but backed away when Peyton pulled him, holding on to his hand. He calmed down slightly, the effect the girl had on him was almost instant.

"Don't you dare call my father. If you do, I will make your life a living hell. And you know how vindictive Nortons are. You just wait and see." He was done when Todd stumbled out the door but he was still scared for his life. If Henry Norton found out about this little indiscretion, it meant goodbye Peyton and hello green uniform.

Isaac pulled his hand out from Peyton and turned to face her. "Babe...I'll call you later." He hadn't lost his temper in a long while and he couldn't let his girlfriend see how he dealt with it after. He had to go somewhere else. He moved to pick up his things.