BEEN AN AWFUL GOOD GIRL BY FLYINGAIMLESSLY: ADULT RATED
Title: Been An Awful Good Girl
Author: flyingaimlessly
Pairing/Character(s): Nathan/Haley
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: If I owned NH, don't you think I'd be making them do stuff instead of sitting on the internet?
Word Count:
Spoilers/Warnings: Set post S5, no spoilers.
Summary: Nathan hates decorating the tree ...
Author's Notes: I'm afraid I don't know the word count, as Word was being particularly frustrating and removed that option. It's 5 pages in the Word application, not massively long, but I think it does the trick. There is use of a ... prop ... in this fic. If anything like that offends you, you may want to skip it.
Nathan’s least favourite part of Christmas had always been decorating the tree. Not that he had some strange phobia or anything - Scott men had no fear - but memories of childhood Christmases, complete with Mom on the eggnog by 9am, and Dad MIA, leaving him to struggle getting the house looking halfway decent, didn’t sit well with him. The last few years he’d left it to Haley, finding some excuse to get out of it - he was allergic to the pine needles, Lucas needed him, Jamie was crying and hadn’t he better see to him? - but this year, his wife had gotten wise to his game.
She’d informed him a few weeks before the event that if he didn’t help her decorate the house this year, then his only Christmas present would be celibacy. Jamie was at Peyton’s for the afternoon, meaning no distractions, Lucas was out of town, and really? The pine needle excuse was pathetic to begin with.
“Honey, can you get the tree if I bring the decorations?” Haley’s voice called out, and with a sigh of resignation, he dutifully hoisted the 7ft monster from the back porch and followed his wife into the main living area. Haley had three or four bags of decorations sitting patiently on the floor, and her wide smile could have melted ice caps.
“So much fun!” She excited, clapping her hands together in what Nathan thought was an excellent impression of their five year old son. “I used to love putting the tree up as a kid. Sometimes my brothers and sisters would even let me put the star on top,” She said wistfully, and hardened to all this as his heart was, he couldn’t help pulling her toward him and tilting her head up to give her a loving kiss.
“So where’s the tree going, Hales?”
She surveyed the room for a while before pointing to the furthest corner, near the bay window. Smiling at his over eager wife, he dragged the tree in that direction.
“Hmmm … I don’t know … it looks a little … do you think the opposite corner?”
“What’s wrong with here?”
“I don’t know, but it’s not right. Would you mind, honey?”
“Of course not.”
“Better?” He asked hopefully, wiping a hand along his brow.
Haley scrunched up her nose in distaste. “Worse. How about by the fireplace? Or maybe that’s a little dangerous? Do you think?”
“Hales, I couldn’t give a damn where the tree goes, just as long as we get this over with!”
Haley flinched at the sharpness in her husband’s voice, and turned away. “Fine, Nathan. I just thought it would be fun, that’s all. We’ve never decorated the house for Christmas together. I’m sorry I thought it would be a good idea.”
Nathan immediately walked to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
“No, I’m sorry baby. I’m just being stupid.” He nuzzled into her neck, placing soft kisses behind her earlobe. “We’ll put the tree wherever you want, okay? I won’t complain, I promise. No more whining.”
Haley raised an eyebrow. “I’ll believe that when I see it.” But she was smiling, and he knew he was forgiven.
“So, where do you think, Mrs Scott? By the fire? Or somewhere else?”
“The first corner.” Haley answered sheepishly. Nathan just smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead before repositioning the tree by the window as originally planned.
“Excellent!” She beamed, moving over to the bags on the floor. “I was thinking blue and silver as the theme, what do you think? It’s totally okay if you want something else, but I just think blue and silver look so classy and -”
“Babe, relax. Blue and silver sounds great to me. With the clear lights?” He added, picking up the brand new box out of one of the bags.
“Sounds perfect.” She beamed, and planted a kiss on his lips, before eagerly paying attention to the tree.
Nathan slipped over to the stereo and loaded up a CD, grinning as the festive music began playing. “To help the mood,” He winked.
They worked in silence for a few minutes, wrapping the lights around the tree first, making sure the areas were covered evenly. Nathan stared thoughtfully at an ornament for a second, before a wicked grin crossed his face.
“Hey, Hales? What do you say we make this more interesting?”
“What do you mean?”
“How about for every ornament I hang up, you give me a kiss?”
“And what do I get out of that deal?”
“The chance to be kissed by your amazing husband.”
“No deal.”
“Okay. For every ornament I hang up, I get a kiss. For every ornament you hang up, I will rub your back for five minutes.”
The back rub would do it, for sure. Many an hour had been spent in their bedroom, Haley lying beneath him as he straddled her back and worked his hands over her slowly.
He could see her brain ticking over before she finally agreed. Nathan immediately grabbed the first ornament he laid his hands on and hung it haphazardly from the nearest branch. He turned to his wife with puckered lips.
“I will only reward you with a kiss if the ornament has been placed correctly on the tree, Nathan.”
“God, I love it when you talk dirty.” He waggled his eyebrows as he repositioned the small silver angel on the branch. “Now?”
Haley smiled and leaned into her husband, touching their lips together softly, before licking the shape of his mouth, and sliding her tongue inside. Nathan tried to deepen the kiss, but was disappointed when she pulled back.
“Keep going and we’ll see what happens,” She winked.
Obediently, Nathan strung up a few more decorations, eagerly receiving his reward, each time getting more frustrated when Haley pulled back too soon. He waited until her back was turned as she stood on tiptoe to place a ribbon up high, before his arms snuck out around her waist and he pulled her to him, misjudging his step and tumbling to the floor, Haley landing on top of him.
He rolled them over, grinding his hips into hers, delighting in her soft gasp.
“So fucking hard, Hales. That game was a stupid idea. I’m so fucking turned on I can’t think straight.” As if to prove his point, he thrust against her once more.
Haley moaned, and he took this as acceptance, diving into her warm, wet mouth, swiping his tongue over every centimetre he could reach.
A glint to the right side of them caught his eye, and he smirked wickedly, reaching over to grab the item, all the while concentrating on devouring his wife’s lips. He grasped both her wrists gently, lifting them above her head, and began pulling her shirt up and over her head. When he realised she wasn’t wearing a bra, he groaned and thrust against her even harder.
Haley was panting, and god, the things she did to him. Her soft little mewls of pleasure intercepted with stronger groans was enough to make him come then and there. Swiftly, he bought the silver tinsel up to her wrists and gently tied them together. “Nathan, what -”
“Shush, baby. Just trust me.” Satisfied with the loose knot, he sat back for a moment and relished in the sight of his half naked wife beneath him, totally submissive to him.
Pulling back further, he shed his own clothes, before returning to the warmth of her body. He kissed her mouth again, once, twice, before heading lower, swiping his tongue across her already erect nipples, tracing circles around the bud and getting the most amazing reaction from her.
“Nathan! Ggg … nnn ..!”
“You look so fucking beautiful like this, Hales. All flushed and excited. This turns you on, doesn’t it? Being tied up? Not being able to touch me?”
He didn’t wait for a response before diving back down, taking more of her breasts into his mouth, switching back and forth, until she was nearly sobbing in his arms. Haley whimpered as he moved away for a second, but he was soon back, another piece of tinsel in his hand.
“You trust me, baby?” He asked softly, and she nodded frantically.
He kissed her gently once more, and then slid down her body, removing her jeans and underwear quickly.
He pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, before wrapping one end of the tinsel around his hand, and started stroking her with the other end. Haley began bucking up against him, and he added harder strokes, teasing her, bringing the tinsel close to her most intimate area, and then backing away again.
“Nathan, please!” She sobbed, and he smiled before dragging the tinsel over her clit. The scream he was rewarded with as she came was worth decorating the tree for the next fifty years. He continued to stroke the material over her as she orgasmed, finally collapsing back onto the floor with a shudder. Her breath was coming in short pants, and her cheeks were infused with color.
“So gorgeous, baby.” He murmured, leaning down to kiss her, smiling when she desperately deepened the kiss, straining against her tinsel binds.
“I’m going to untie you now Hales, I need you touching me.” He gently undid the knot, and released her wrists, groaning as her soft little hands immediately came up to cover his chest.
“Want to make love to you now, baby. Need you.” He muttered as they kissed and caressed each other’s naked skin. Haley nodded, and before he could react, she had flipped them over and was now straddling his hips.
“My turn, baby.” She smirked, running her fingernails over his chest, paying particular attention to his nipples.
“Oh god, oh baby, so good, so good,” Nathan panted, letting his eyes close as she kissed her way down his happy trail.
“So hard, Nathan.” She whispered, experimentally running her hand along his length. Curiously, she picked up the discarded tinsel and began stroking him with it, loving the desperate moans erupting from him. “Hales, please…”
After a few more moments of teasing, she flung the tinsel to the side, and sat above him, smiling shyly. “I want you inside me, Nathan.”
“Shit! Do it, baby. Anything, god.” He panted.
Ever so slowly, she lowered herself down onto him, groaning with pleasure as he filled her completely. “So tight, so hot, Hales.” Nathan grunted, almost passing out with the effort of keeping still.
“Have you been a good boy this year, baby?” Haley whispered, still making no effort to move.
“Yes! Oh god, yes.”
“You deserve a nice present?”
“FUCK YES!” Nathan yelled as she moved very, very slightly.
“Hmmm. Good boys deserve nice presents, don’t they?”
And with that, she began moving, rolling her hips to make sure he hit that spot inside her. Nathan grabbed onto her as they began moving faster, bodies sliding together with sweat, Nathan gritting his teeth in an effort to last a bit longer. “I want you to come inside me, Nathan. Fill me up. Come on, baby.” She urged, bucking her hips up, hands reaching up to touch her breasts.
Nathan’s eyes rolled back in his head as he watched his wife touch herself as he moved deeper inside her, so close to coming. Haley reached down and bit his neck gently, and that was it for him. He erupted into her with a roar, coming until he didn’t think he’d ever stop. Haley’s own eyes were closed now as she moved faster, seeking her own orgasm.
He thrust one more time, and finally pushed her over the edge, spiralling her into the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. They panted each other’s names as they came down, before Nathan gently pulled out of his wife and rolled her to the side. As they stared at each other smiling, Nathan leaned forward, and sweetly kissed her lips.
“I love you,” He said softly, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“I love you, too.” She answered, folding their hands together and resting them between their spent bodies.
Silence reigned before Haley grinned broadly as her ears picked up the music still playing on the stereo. She edged closer to her husband, and leaned up toward his ear.
“Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me.” She sang sensually, “Been an awful good girl, Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.”
Nathan smiled and pulled her tighter, pillowing her head on his chest.
“Next year, Hales? Let’s put the tree up in September.”
Author: flyingaimlessly
Pairing/Character(s): Nathan/Haley
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: If I owned NH, don't you think I'd be making them do stuff instead of sitting on the internet?
Word Count:
Spoilers/Warnings: Set post S5, no spoilers.
Summary: Nathan hates decorating the tree ...
Author's Notes: I'm afraid I don't know the word count, as Word was being particularly frustrating and removed that option. It's 5 pages in the Word application, not massively long, but I think it does the trick. There is use of a ... prop ... in this fic. If anything like that offends you, you may want to skip it.
Nathan’s least favourite part of Christmas had always been decorating the tree. Not that he had some strange phobia or anything - Scott men had no fear - but memories of childhood Christmases, complete with Mom on the eggnog by 9am, and Dad MIA, leaving him to struggle getting the house looking halfway decent, didn’t sit well with him. The last few years he’d left it to Haley, finding some excuse to get out of it - he was allergic to the pine needles, Lucas needed him, Jamie was crying and hadn’t he better see to him? - but this year, his wife had gotten wise to his game.
She’d informed him a few weeks before the event that if he didn’t help her decorate the house this year, then his only Christmas present would be celibacy. Jamie was at Peyton’s for the afternoon, meaning no distractions, Lucas was out of town, and really? The pine needle excuse was pathetic to begin with.
“Honey, can you get the tree if I bring the decorations?” Haley’s voice called out, and with a sigh of resignation, he dutifully hoisted the 7ft monster from the back porch and followed his wife into the main living area. Haley had three or four bags of decorations sitting patiently on the floor, and her wide smile could have melted ice caps.
“So much fun!” She excited, clapping her hands together in what Nathan thought was an excellent impression of their five year old son. “I used to love putting the tree up as a kid. Sometimes my brothers and sisters would even let me put the star on top,” She said wistfully, and hardened to all this as his heart was, he couldn’t help pulling her toward him and tilting her head up to give her a loving kiss.
“So where’s the tree going, Hales?”
She surveyed the room for a while before pointing to the furthest corner, near the bay window. Smiling at his over eager wife, he dragged the tree in that direction.
“Hmmm … I don’t know … it looks a little … do you think the opposite corner?”
“What’s wrong with here?”
“I don’t know, but it’s not right. Would you mind, honey?”
“Of course not.”
“Better?” He asked hopefully, wiping a hand along his brow.
Haley scrunched up her nose in distaste. “Worse. How about by the fireplace? Or maybe that’s a little dangerous? Do you think?”
“Hales, I couldn’t give a damn where the tree goes, just as long as we get this over with!”
Haley flinched at the sharpness in her husband’s voice, and turned away. “Fine, Nathan. I just thought it would be fun, that’s all. We’ve never decorated the house for Christmas together. I’m sorry I thought it would be a good idea.”
Nathan immediately walked to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
“No, I’m sorry baby. I’m just being stupid.” He nuzzled into her neck, placing soft kisses behind her earlobe. “We’ll put the tree wherever you want, okay? I won’t complain, I promise. No more whining.”
Haley raised an eyebrow. “I’ll believe that when I see it.” But she was smiling, and he knew he was forgiven.
“So, where do you think, Mrs Scott? By the fire? Or somewhere else?”
“The first corner.” Haley answered sheepishly. Nathan just smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead before repositioning the tree by the window as originally planned.
“Excellent!” She beamed, moving over to the bags on the floor. “I was thinking blue and silver as the theme, what do you think? It’s totally okay if you want something else, but I just think blue and silver look so classy and -”
“Babe, relax. Blue and silver sounds great to me. With the clear lights?” He added, picking up the brand new box out of one of the bags.
“Sounds perfect.” She beamed, and planted a kiss on his lips, before eagerly paying attention to the tree.
Nathan slipped over to the stereo and loaded up a CD, grinning as the festive music began playing. “To help the mood,” He winked.
They worked in silence for a few minutes, wrapping the lights around the tree first, making sure the areas were covered evenly. Nathan stared thoughtfully at an ornament for a second, before a wicked grin crossed his face.
“Hey, Hales? What do you say we make this more interesting?”
“What do you mean?”
“How about for every ornament I hang up, you give me a kiss?”
“And what do I get out of that deal?”
“The chance to be kissed by your amazing husband.”
“No deal.”
“Okay. For every ornament I hang up, I get a kiss. For every ornament you hang up, I will rub your back for five minutes.”
The back rub would do it, for sure. Many an hour had been spent in their bedroom, Haley lying beneath him as he straddled her back and worked his hands over her slowly.
He could see her brain ticking over before she finally agreed. Nathan immediately grabbed the first ornament he laid his hands on and hung it haphazardly from the nearest branch. He turned to his wife with puckered lips.
“I will only reward you with a kiss if the ornament has been placed correctly on the tree, Nathan.”
“God, I love it when you talk dirty.” He waggled his eyebrows as he repositioned the small silver angel on the branch. “Now?”
Haley smiled and leaned into her husband, touching their lips together softly, before licking the shape of his mouth, and sliding her tongue inside. Nathan tried to deepen the kiss, but was disappointed when she pulled back.
“Keep going and we’ll see what happens,” She winked.
Obediently, Nathan strung up a few more decorations, eagerly receiving his reward, each time getting more frustrated when Haley pulled back too soon. He waited until her back was turned as she stood on tiptoe to place a ribbon up high, before his arms snuck out around her waist and he pulled her to him, misjudging his step and tumbling to the floor, Haley landing on top of him.
He rolled them over, grinding his hips into hers, delighting in her soft gasp.
“So fucking hard, Hales. That game was a stupid idea. I’m so fucking turned on I can’t think straight.” As if to prove his point, he thrust against her once more.
Haley moaned, and he took this as acceptance, diving into her warm, wet mouth, swiping his tongue over every centimetre he could reach.
A glint to the right side of them caught his eye, and he smirked wickedly, reaching over to grab the item, all the while concentrating on devouring his wife’s lips. He grasped both her wrists gently, lifting them above her head, and began pulling her shirt up and over her head. When he realised she wasn’t wearing a bra, he groaned and thrust against her even harder.
Haley was panting, and god, the things she did to him. Her soft little mewls of pleasure intercepted with stronger groans was enough to make him come then and there. Swiftly, he bought the silver tinsel up to her wrists and gently tied them together. “Nathan, what -”
“Shush, baby. Just trust me.” Satisfied with the loose knot, he sat back for a moment and relished in the sight of his half naked wife beneath him, totally submissive to him.
Pulling back further, he shed his own clothes, before returning to the warmth of her body. He kissed her mouth again, once, twice, before heading lower, swiping his tongue across her already erect nipples, tracing circles around the bud and getting the most amazing reaction from her.
“Nathan! Ggg … nnn ..!”
“You look so fucking beautiful like this, Hales. All flushed and excited. This turns you on, doesn’t it? Being tied up? Not being able to touch me?”
He didn’t wait for a response before diving back down, taking more of her breasts into his mouth, switching back and forth, until she was nearly sobbing in his arms. Haley whimpered as he moved away for a second, but he was soon back, another piece of tinsel in his hand.
“You trust me, baby?” He asked softly, and she nodded frantically.
He kissed her gently once more, and then slid down her body, removing her jeans and underwear quickly.
He pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, before wrapping one end of the tinsel around his hand, and started stroking her with the other end. Haley began bucking up against him, and he added harder strokes, teasing her, bringing the tinsel close to her most intimate area, and then backing away again.
“Nathan, please!” She sobbed, and he smiled before dragging the tinsel over her clit. The scream he was rewarded with as she came was worth decorating the tree for the next fifty years. He continued to stroke the material over her as she orgasmed, finally collapsing back onto the floor with a shudder. Her breath was coming in short pants, and her cheeks were infused with color.
“So gorgeous, baby.” He murmured, leaning down to kiss her, smiling when she desperately deepened the kiss, straining against her tinsel binds.
“I’m going to untie you now Hales, I need you touching me.” He gently undid the knot, and released her wrists, groaning as her soft little hands immediately came up to cover his chest.
“Want to make love to you now, baby. Need you.” He muttered as they kissed and caressed each other’s naked skin. Haley nodded, and before he could react, she had flipped them over and was now straddling his hips.
“My turn, baby.” She smirked, running her fingernails over his chest, paying particular attention to his nipples.
“Oh god, oh baby, so good, so good,” Nathan panted, letting his eyes close as she kissed her way down his happy trail.
“So hard, Nathan.” She whispered, experimentally running her hand along his length. Curiously, she picked up the discarded tinsel and began stroking him with it, loving the desperate moans erupting from him. “Hales, please…”
After a few more moments of teasing, she flung the tinsel to the side, and sat above him, smiling shyly. “I want you inside me, Nathan.”
“Shit! Do it, baby. Anything, god.” He panted.
Ever so slowly, she lowered herself down onto him, groaning with pleasure as he filled her completely. “So tight, so hot, Hales.” Nathan grunted, almost passing out with the effort of keeping still.
“Have you been a good boy this year, baby?” Haley whispered, still making no effort to move.
“Yes! Oh god, yes.”
“You deserve a nice present?”
“FUCK YES!” Nathan yelled as she moved very, very slightly.
“Hmmm. Good boys deserve nice presents, don’t they?”
And with that, she began moving, rolling her hips to make sure he hit that spot inside her. Nathan grabbed onto her as they began moving faster, bodies sliding together with sweat, Nathan gritting his teeth in an effort to last a bit longer. “I want you to come inside me, Nathan. Fill me up. Come on, baby.” She urged, bucking her hips up, hands reaching up to touch her breasts.
Nathan’s eyes rolled back in his head as he watched his wife touch herself as he moved deeper inside her, so close to coming. Haley reached down and bit his neck gently, and that was it for him. He erupted into her with a roar, coming until he didn’t think he’d ever stop. Haley’s own eyes were closed now as she moved faster, seeking her own orgasm.
He thrust one more time, and finally pushed her over the edge, spiralling her into the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. They panted each other’s names as they came down, before Nathan gently pulled out of his wife and rolled her to the side. As they stared at each other smiling, Nathan leaned forward, and sweetly kissed her lips.
“I love you,” He said softly, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“I love you, too.” She answered, folding their hands together and resting them between their spent bodies.
Silence reigned before Haley grinned broadly as her ears picked up the music still playing on the stereo. She edged closer to her husband, and leaned up toward his ear.
“Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me.” She sang sensually, “Been an awful good girl, Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.”
Nathan smiled and pulled her tighter, pillowing her head on his chest.
“Next year, Hales? Let’s put the tree up in September.”