This is my first songfic and my first actual oneshot. I might leave this as a oneshot, or a series of oneshots depending on the feedback. Lemme know!

What grew
What grew
And What grew and inside who

"Hey. I've got two tickets to Vegas. Do you wanna get married tonight?" It was the equivalent of holding his heart of the side of a building. It was now or never.

Her quiet, "Yes," echoed over the line.

First so simple was the vow
Then the chorus sang about
Your shoulder
The mooring for me
Like water lost in the sea

They were silent on the flight, only speaking when it was necessary. "Are you comfortable?" "I have to go to the restroom." "Do you need the light?" "No, thanks." "Yes, thanks."

Their words were sparse, their eye contact minimal. She was afraid to look at him. Afraid it was all a dream. He was afraid if he opened his big mouth she would change her mind and jump off of the plane, and he would have no choice but to follow.

The cold heart will burst
If mistrusted first
And a calm heart will break
When given a shake

More than halfway through the flight, his hand gingerly crept into hers. She squeezed back.

They still didn't look at each other, but their hands stayed connected until their flight touched down.

He grabbed both suitcases. Hastily packed on both their parts. A taxi was hailed, shortly thereafter.

"We want to get married," he blurted to the driver. "Take us somewhere, where that can happen…"

Glancing backwards at the woman sitting beside him he added, "Somewhere nice."

She liked nice things and she deserved nice things, he thought.

I'm a stem now
Pushing the drought aside
Opening up
Fanning my yellow eye
On the ferry
That's making the waves wave
Illumination
This is how my heart behaves

The lights of the strip were dizzying. She felt light they were being painted in thick layers upon her raw nerves. The very recent pain and heartbreak were being pulled apart and lifted. She felt high, unlike herself, and finally herself all at the same time. The paradox was strangely calming.

When the taxi stopped at the Little Chapel, there was thankfully no line. It was a slow night for weddings.

"It's like being in a cupcake," she murmured, looking around at the pink frilly décor. Her eyes landed on him, boldly. "I like it," she said with a finality that made him chuckle. It made him feel like he was set free. He didn't want to stop laughing.

The cold heart will burst
If mistrusted first
And a calm heart will break when given a shake

"I love you," he declared quietly. It came out like a longwinded sigh. Now he was free.

The service was short. The staff served as their witnesses and directed the newlyweds towards the strip where they could find a hotel far nicer than the place they were married to celebrate.

Mr. and Mrs. Lucas Scott were sent up champagne and strawberries and when they were finished, they crept into each other's arms. His kiss was firmer than the whisper of lips at their 'ceremony.'

Her eyes had stopped their shyness, emboldened by the alcohol and her new title of Mrs. Scott. He wasn't sure when she had developed this habit of not looking directly at him. He hadn't been paying any attention, but he'd noticed it earlier when he'd been with her. Her eyes barely met his. They would meet his before skittering away. Like she was afraid he would hurt them too.

(How her heart behaves)
The rain rain making me cry
(How her heart behaves)
Then the wind comes
Fanning my yellow eye

He ran his fingers through her hair. She sighed.

Her hand crept up his shirt. He groaned.

(How her heart behaves)
The waves wave the waves wave
This is how my heart behaves

He lay her down, gently upon the king sized bed and sat up to remove his shirt. Acquiring sudden wariness that came and went, she began to slowly unbutton her top. His fingers brushed her hands aside, so he could finish the job. Her shirt fluttered to the ground. His mouth began to worship her flesh.

Their lovemaking was tender and gentle and like the first time of so many others who had decided to wait for something real and special. The only difference being they knew each other's bodies.

It was a homecoming. The kind that brought tears to their eyes.

When morning light came the only evidence of the night before was the empty champagne bottle on the dresser.

She turned over suddenly to find the other side of the bed empty. Familiar panic set in. It wouldn't be the first time she had her heart broken in a hotel. She cursed herself for being a fool.

A cold heart will burst
If mistrusted first

His entrance from the bathroom found her breath returned to her in sporadic gasps as tears began flying down her cheeks.

He was by her side in an instant, cradling her cheeks and looking up into her face in question. He panicked. It wouldn't be the first time she broke his heart in a hotel. Had she changed her mind? Did she regret marrying him? Regret him?

And a calm heart will break
When given a shake

"I thought you'd left," she trembling voice spoke. His eyes fell shut. His heart was finally open and now he could see.

For the first time he really saw the pain he'd caused her. The damage he'd done, when he had once promised her he would never hurt her; Never leave her.

"No," he spoke finally, his voice strangled with emotion. He wanted to promise her he'd never leave again, because his words were all he had, but looking into the sad doubting eyes of his wife…his wife. He knew he had to show her now.

He had messed up before as the protector and holder of her heart. He had to build a safe place for it now…not tell it bedtime stories. Action vs. words.

The cold heart will burst
If mistrusted first
And a calm heart will break
When given a shake

He looked down at her hand. Her ring finger was bare. The only clue that he was married was sitting in front of him, wiping her eyes with the back of one hand.

"No," he said again, taking holding of the hand and pressing a tender kiss to her palm. He circled his arms around her waist then, and lay them back down on the bed. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and cheek.

"I'm here."

"Don't leave, Luke."

"Peyton," he whispered into her mouth. "I'm here."

What grew
What grew
What grew and inside who

What did you think? Loved it? Hated it? Surprised I didn't have Peyton give him a black eye? Let me know and also definitely check out the song How My Heart Behaves by Feist.