The One To Remember
Title: The One To Remember
Author: Kylie
Rating: Adult Rated
Word Count: 9,082
Pairing: NH, other minor characters
Spoilers: None
Twenty-first birthdays were supposed to be one of the most momentous days in your life, but I had known from the beginning that it just wouldn’t be in the cards for me.
After all, I’m Haley James and in my life, nothing goes according to the plan.
You wouldn’t think it would work out that way, I’ve spent my whole life making plans and trying to meticulously follow through on them. It’s the only way I can function like a normal human being. I need order and check lists and organization. But somehow it just never seems to happen.
Instead, I’m viciously swept off my feet and knocked flat on my ass.
That’s why, as I carefully place the phone back in it’s cradle, I’m not even upset. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I have been expecting that phone call to come for days. Everything was going too smoothly, something was bound to go wrong.
I walk to the couch and throw myself down against the cushiony pillows. This garners the attention of my two roommates and they turn towards me, their faces masked in confusion. They don’t even need to ask me.
“Lucas isn’t coming. He’s decided to wait four hours before the party to tell me that he won’t be able to make it. What kind of friend does that?”
“A shitty one?” my cynical roommate Peyton answers.
Her answer at least gets me to laugh, which is a pretty big accomplishment at this point. I turn to my other roommate Brooke, my last hope.
“Please call your boyfriend and tell him that he’s already studied enough for his stupid criminal justice test. He still has two days! Why would he be canceling on something he’s known about for weeks over something he could easily be doing tomorrow when he wakes up?”
“Haley, you know that Lucas has always done whatever he wants. I can maybe convince him to come out after he finishes studying.”
“I’m not even going to touch that one, he shouldn’t even be studying in the first place. At least Jake is still coming out.”
Peyton’s face falls as I turn to her and I can’t even believe this is happening.
“He got stuck on a shift at work, Haley, but he’ll meet us there as soon as it’s over. Don’t worry, he’s really excited about force feeding you tequila shots and watching you make bad decisions.”
I sigh. This is so not how it is supposed to turn out. “You’ve got to be kidding me. So it’s only going to be the three of us going out?”
“Well, Nathan’s still going to be there.”
Brooke has a horrible way of trying to make me feel better. “Great, I can’t wait to watch my best friend hook up with everything that walks by in a short skirt. Sounds like a shit load of fun. God, at least I’ll be heavily pounding shots to numb myself from that sight, quite possibly the only positive in this screwed up night.”
“Hey, maybe tonight it’ll be different,” Brooke suggests with a shrug of her shoulders.
No matter how hard I wish it to be different, it won’t ever be. I’ve known Nathan my whole life, ever since our moms met in their “Pregnant Women Poker Club”. Yeah, it was exactly as boring as it sounds. I never even knew it was possible to play poker without drinking beer and betting diapers instead of money. Seriously, how lame is that?
Anyway, we’ve been best friends forever and even though there was that amazing time we dated in middle school, it’ll never happen again. Nathan doesn’t want it and I’m too scared to admit that I do.
“I say we get Haley James drunk enough to finally tell Nathan how she really feels.”
“Wow, Peyt, that pretty much sounds like the world’s stupidest idea ever. If I tell him how I feel, I’ll completely lose him. That’s just too much of a risk to take.” I can’t live without Nathan in my life, there’s no way. He’s always been like my rock, that steady person I can fall back on no matter what and he’ll always catch me. I need his support more than anything else and even if he doesn’t love me in a romantic way, he still loves me as a friend, and that’s enough for me. It has to be.
It just doesn’t help that I compare every guy I meet to him. They never compare, and they never will in a million years.
“Okay, this conversation is just way too sobering for this day. We need to grab some beers and start getting ready. Haley James, you need to get sexified.”
“Brooke, we don’t have to leave for another three and a half hours. It takes me like forty-five minutes to get ready, if that.”
“Not today it doesn’t, Haley! Don’t worry, just leave it up to me. Peyton, grab the drinks will you, and meet us in the bathroom?”
Peyton salutes Brooke and heads off to the kitchen. Brooke turns to me with a smirk and crooks her finger my way. “Let’s go, darling, time’s a wasting!”
Thank god for alcohol, cause I’m really going to need that beer.
~*~
Three hours later and I officially feel like a ten dollar whore.
Brooke clearly doesn’t understand my sense of style, or hell, even my personality for that matter. I’m currently sporting a jean miniskirt which was only supposed to be worn last Halloween, a strapless black corset top, and 3 inch black heels. It’s pretty much the farthest thing from me that she could have picked.
I feel skanky, completely uncomfortable, and a breeze against my ass that I really don’t appreciate. Ah, the life of being Brooke’s Barbie Doll.
The door bell rings and I pray that by some small miracle, Nathan has managed to get here early. I could use his help right now more than anyone else’s.
Jogging to the door as fast as I can in these heels, I manage to beat both of my roommates there. I swing the door open and thank heaven, someone up there must still be pulling for me.
“Well, if it isn’t Venereal Disease Barbie, who comes with complimentary outdated condoms and…”
“Shut it,” I say with it a point of my finger before Nathan can get out another word.
“What?” he asks as he steps over the threshold and throws his arm around my shoulder. “Can’t a guy joke around with his favorite 21 year old pal?”
Pal, the most dreaded word in the English vocabulary, or at least it is to me. I cringe every time the word manages to make its way out of his oh so perfect mouth. It’s like the worst insult he could ever dish out to me, even though he has no idea how much it hurts.
Just like all the other times before this one, the only thing I can do is suck it up and take it like a man. “Please, just say you’ll help me pick out a new outfit?”
“How come, Hales? This one is really working for you.”
These are the two things that kill me the most about Nathan Scott. The first is that he calls me Hales. He’s the only person who has ever done it and every time the name passes through his lips, I swoon. It’s just like, the immediate reaction. I have to lock my knees and will myself to breathe. He can do that to me, with the simplest of phrases. And the sexual innuendos, oh good gawd how they kill me. If he could just treat me like some sack of potatoes, it would be so much easier for me to get over him. But he makes it so freaking impossible. Ah, the irresistible charm of a ladies’ man.
“Shush, no more talking, just helping.”
He zips his lips and pretends to throw out the key as I drag him by the hand to my bedroom.
When we reach my room, he throws himself down on my bed as he’s done a million times before and turns on his side so he can face me. I can feel his eyes burning into my back as I sift through the items in my closet and I’m torn between wishing he would turn away and hoping he would stare at me forever. Hell yes it burns, but in all the right places.
“Hales, you really should just keep what you have on,” he tries reasoning with me again.
“I feel like a hooker, Nathan.” He’s so not going to win this one.
“I’m just saying, your birthday is that one day when you can go all out crazy.”
“You know me, I won’t go ‘all out crazy’ if I don’t feel comfortable. I’ll just end up complaining all night.”
“Good point.” He jumps up off my bed and comes to where I’m standing. “Let’s see what we can work with.”
I can’t help but laugh as he picks out different articles of clothing and holds them up in front of my body, acting as though he is really taking the time to examine them. It’s things like this that really make me love Nathan. He’ll never tell me I’m being silly or a drama queen, he’ll just assess the situation and then figure out a way to make me happy.
Finally he pulls out my favorite pair of jeans and holds them up. “These, definitely these, I love the way they look on you.”
My heart flutters at his words. Does he actually notice the way my clothes fit me? I grab them from his hands with a smile on my face. “How did you know these were my favorite jeans?”
“Probably because you wear them all the time - you better wash them a lot, Hales.”
And the moment’s over. I playfully punch him on the shoulder and feign hurt before heading off into the bathroom to change into them. I don’t even bother to close the door all the way because I know he would never even try to sneak a peak. Lord knows I give him enough chances. The boy is thick.
Slipping the heels back on, I quickly remove a bit of the overbearing make-up Brooke applied earlier with the pads of my fingers. I already feel much better about my appearance and since Nathan has arrived, I’ve started to feel better about the night as a whole. Maybe it won’t turn out to be so bad.
As long as he keeps his hands off all the skanky girls at the bar and doesn’t force me to turn into the jealous, wallowing best friend.
Yeah, like that’s going to happen.
I make my way back out to my bedroom. Nathan is waiting for me by the door and together we make our way to the kitchen, where Brooke and Peyton have congregated.
Brooke immediately gives me the one over. “Haley! Why did you change?”
“Brooke, did you honestly think I was going to wear that out in public?”
“Go change back, right this instant!”
I laugh and turn to Nathan, I’m not in the mood to fight my own battles at the moment. As always, he’s happy to fight them for me.
“Leave her alone, Brooke. It’s her birthday and she can wear whatever the hell she wants.” He gives me a wink and I can’t help but to smile back. My hero.
Peyton, as always, is the eternal peacekeeper. “How about we just take a shot and get the hell out of here?”
We all laugh as Peyton places empty shot glasses in front of us and passes around the bottle. The alcohol burns as I swallow it, but the feeling is gone right after it hits.
We all gather up our belongings and head out the front door. Peyton has been smart enough to call a cab and it is waiting for us at the curb. The ride to the first bar is pleasant and we all joke around with each other, mostly about how drunk they plan on getting me tonight. The cabbie laughs at their antics and before I know it, we’ve stopped in front of our favorite bar to visit.
I wasn’t allowed to know where we were headed, so I’m very happy with the final destination. All they told me was that we were visiting three places all together and I pray that the other two are just as nice as this one.
Nathan takes my hand in his as we head to the entrance and the gesture brings a smile to my face. I know it doesn’t mean anything, he’ll usually hold my hand at the beginning of the night. It’s just our thing and no one really notices how strange it is anymore. No one but me.
I’m surprised to see there isn’t much of a line out front, but then again it is only 9 o’clock and most people haven’t begun to come out yet. It also doesn’t really matter. We’ve been here so many times now that they just let us in right now anyway. It’s one of the few good bars in town that allows those who are underage in as well.
“Happy birthday, Haley!” Jack the bouncer says to me as we pass by him.
I turn to Nathan as we walk through the doors. “How does Jack know it’s my birthday?”
All he does is shrug and for a moment I actually believe that he doesn’t have any idea. Then I notice a slight twinkle in his eye and I’m instantly curious. I don’t get the chance to ask him anything else because as we turn the corner towards the main bar, I am bowled over with voices.
“Surprise!!”
The whole bar is decked out with streamers and signs. There are a few of my friend’s from classes and standing in front of all of them, on either side of an enormous cake, are Jack and Lucas.
I turn to Brooke and Peyton. “You two are dead!”
Each of them pulls me into their arms.
“It’s been so hard not to say anything!” Brooke says as she pulls back.
“I had to stop her from telling you so many times, she’s such a spoil sport,” Peyton laughs.
They hug me one last time before heading off to cut the cake.
I turn back to Nathan with a smile. “Did you help do all this?”
“Help?!? I planned the whole thing!”
“Seriously?”
“Of course, Hales.” He pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head. “I want this day to be perfect for you.”
The words hit me like a ton of bricks and I’m so glad he’s holding me because otherwise I would have slipped to the floor. It’s one of the sweetest things he’s ever said to me and I squeeze him a little tighter before I let go. His fingers reach up and brush a lock of hair behind my ear and if I will myself to pretend hard enough, I can actually feel the air around us changing.
“Haley James, let’s go! It’s time to get you drunk and sloppy!” Lucas’ voice shouts out to us and completely ruins any semblance of a moment we might have had.
All we can do is laugh and head towards the bar, still hand in hand.
~*~
It isn’t hard for me to realize that Nathan is acting differently tonight.
We’ve finally reached the second bar and even though I might have been pretty drunk when we arrived here, mostly thanks to Lucas and his shot feeding ability, I’m sobering up quite quickly now. I don’t want to drink anymore, well not a whole lot, I just want to focus on Nathan and his new found stance of staying by me the whole night. There have been numerous offers to him by girls who want to dance, but he has declined every one. That doesn’t normally happen and instead he’s just choosen to sit and talk to me.
Don’t get me wrong, I love just spending the night with him. If I had my way, every night would be exactly like this one. The only thing that kills me is that I can’t tell if he’s doing it just because it’s my birthday and he knows I’ll be mad tomorrow if he ditches me, or has he finally realized something that I’ve been itching for him to realize for years?
I can’t dwell on the question, it’s already sobered me up way too much. Unfortunately, I’m still required to act like I’m drunk. The moment I start to act sober, my friends will be back to getting me more and more drinks. And I just don’t think I can handle that at the moment. I need to be level headed and focused on the situation at hand.
So I’m sitting here sipping on a screwdriver and hoping my friends won’t actually see through my shady plan. I’m lucky that they were just as drunk as I was when we got here and have been pounding just as hard as when we arrived. They don’t seem to notice a thing and I’d like to keep it that way. I know just how to do it as well.
I stand up quickly, so quickly that I trip slightly on the high heeled shoes my feet have been strapped into. At least the fact that I’m the klutziest person on earth is working to my benefit.
Nathan reaches an arm up to steady me and I smile down at him gratefully. My mind reminds me to not dwell on the affection he just showed me, so I turn towards Brooke and Peyton. “Let’s go dance.”
These are pretty much the magic words. I don’t ever dance when I’m sober. I always feel so awkward and silly so I just avoid it at all costs. My roommates know this better than anyone else and I can’t help but laugh as they grab my hands and pull me out to the center of the floor.
I can’t help but to laugh at their drunken dancing and the way they are making fools of themselves. I hope I don’t dance that way when I’m drunk, I’ll have to make myself consciously aware of it the next time I do. Cause if I dance like that, I’m refraining from it for the rest of my life.
I’m starting to actually enjoy sober dancing, even wondering why I don’t ever do it, when a pair of hands grabs my hips and a strange body starts grinding behind me. When I’m drunk I can put up with it, but when I’m sober the last thing I want in the world is for some random guy to start dancing with me.
His hands start running up and down my thighs and I’m so thankful that I changed out of the skirt. It would just make the situation so much worse than it already was.
“Ow ow, Haley!” Brooke yells when she notices I’m dancing with someone.
She reminds me that I’m supposed to be acting like I’m enjoying this, or at least not utterly repulsed as I am right now. I’m about to really start grinding back, but before I get the chance I feel my dance partner pull back. I try to turn to see where he went, not that I care or anything, when a hand brushes over my hips and settles on my stomach, pulling me flush against a rock hard body.
Nathan. I know it’s him way before he even vocalizes his appearance. That touch, that smell, that feeling that rushes through my body, it could only be him.
“I thought you looked like you need a rescuing,” he says to me, his lips so close to my ear so I can hear him over the raging music.
I nod because it’s the only thing I can will my body to do at the moment. I’m too caught up in everything else. I’ve seen Nathan dance with so many girls, and oh how it has turned me on, but I’ve never actually had the pleasure of dancing with him myself. It is so much better than sitting on the sidelines. I feel as though I’m going to lose all sense of control and explode in his arms.
His hands hold my hips against his and if I actually let myself, I can feel his arousal against me. We move to the song in perfect rhythm and for the remainder of the song it feels like we are the only two people in the room.
Another song starts and instead of stopping as I assumed he would, Nathan keeps dancing and holding me against him. It’s not like I’m fighting it or anything, but I figured he had only come over here to rescue me from the guy I clearly didn’t want to be dancing with. Apparently, I was wrong.
The amount of alcohol that is still running through my veins gives me a small sense of courage and I reach my arm back, playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck as we grind. I can feel the warm exhale of his breath against my neck as I do so and it gives me even more courage. My other hand falls against his that is resting on my stomach and I pull it tighter to me.
“Are you trying to kill me, Hales?” his lips whisper against my neck.
Oh god yes and obviously both of us can play that game. I can practically feel myself melting in his arms and it feels so damn good.
“Maybe,” I say coyly with a breathy laugh. His hands tighten around me at the sound.
You would think that this would be awkward, after everything that we have been through together. But for some reason it just feels right. Not that ever being with Nathan felt wrong, it just felt different. I would flirt and tease him and he would respond, but I always knew in the back of my mind that it never meant anything to him.
But this, this was as intense as it gets. This was find a dark corner and go at it intense.
Nathan stops dancing suddenly and I figure he’s going to lead me back to our table, but as if he’s just read my mind he takes my hand and pulls me in the completely opposite direction. He stops in a deserted hallway past the bathrooms and around the corner. I have no idea what’s on his mind and I start to get worried as he drops my hand, as if he realized just how much my touch burned.
But then he turns toward me and his face is soft, as if he’s already pleading with me and I’ve not even had a chance to hear what he has to say. “This is really killing me.”
“What is?” I’m so thoroughly confused. He might as well be talking about the average scoring percentage of the Chicago Bulls.
“I can’t do this anymore, Hales.”
“Nathan…” I step forward and lightly brush my fingers over his cheek. “What can’t you do? You’re worrying me.”
“It’s been going on for months, well if I’m really truthful to myself then it’s been going on for years. And I just got to the point today where I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew that something needed to change. Like when we were out there dancing, I knew that I needed to…”
His voice falters away and his eyes shift to the floor, signaling that he’s unsure of himself at the moment. He starts to play with his fingers, the telltale sign that he is absolutely nervous about what he is trying to spit out. I try to help him out. “You need to what, Nathan?”
I don’t even have a second to prepare myself for what happens next. His hands pull me flush against his body and his lips slant over mine, kissing me as if it is the only thing that could keep him alive. His body walks forwards and I hiss as the cold surface of the wall hits my back.
It takes my body a few moments to respond, not quite sure how to react to his ministrations, but finally I tell myself to just focus on the moment. Nothing else. My hands run up his arms and fall to his shoulders, pulling him closer to me and urging him on. His hands run up and down my body as if he is trying to memorize ever single inch of it. Finally one rests on the small of my back, drawing tiny circles against the bare skin, as the other gets daring and settles on my ass. It pulls our lower bodies as close as possible and this time I know I feel his arousal, and it’s all for me.
It’s not even possible for my brain to produce a clear thought. All I can do is feel. Feel the rough pads of his fingers against my lower back, feel his lips as they leave mine and travel to lightly nip at my neck, and mostly I can feel the heat pulsating through my body and speeding towards my center.
And all we’re doing is kissing.
My hands slip under the material of his t-shirt, my fingers exerting pressure on the hot skin of his back. They dig in slightly, clinging to him as if he’s my lifeline.
His hand moves from my back to my stomach and I can’t help but smile at the way it is slowly creeping higher. I brace myself for the contact, yearning for his hand to reach its final destination.
So close, so close…
“Haley? Are you in here?!”
Brooke’s voice from around the corner has us instantly freezing and Nathan grasps onto me tighter. We both know she’s checking the bathroom, but she could decide to check here at any second.
“I don’t think she’s in here, Peyt, let’s look around a bit more.”
We both hold our breath until we hear her footsteps walking away. Nathan instantly lets go of me and turns toward the opposite wall, leaning both of his hands against it.
I can’t see his face and after a few moments, I begin to panic. Is he second guessing what he said to me? I mean, it did just seem to come out of nowhere, so is he regretting it now? This is going to completely ruin our whole entire friendship, isn’t it? He’ll never be able to look me in the face again.
Before any more negative thoughts can run through my mind, he turns to me, a smile spread on his face from ear to ear. Every single fear is instantly displaced and I feel the warm fuzzies spreading through my body.
He likes me, he really really likes me.
“We better get out there or they’ll head to the next bar without us.”
I look down to where his hand is extended out to me and I bite my lip. It doesn’t take a second thought for me to grab his hand, lacing our fingers together.
He brushes his lips against mine one last time, a foreshadow of what’s to come, before pulling me out of the dark hallway to find our friends.
I wouldn’t mind if they left to the next bar without us. I could have stayed in that hallway forever.
~*~
My buzz is completely gone by the time we reach the third bar. I’m too focused on Nathan’s fingers gently stroking mine during the cab ride over. It feels heavenly and I almost tell the cabbie to keep driving until we’re at one of our apartments. But this is my party, and I can’t just ditch out. So I truck on even though I’m itching to release this coil building inside of me.
I down three shots of Sex on the Beach with Brooke once we get there, hoping it will curb the edge of my nerves. A little liquid courage never hurt anyone, right? They sufficiently bring back my buzz, leaving me clear headed enough to deal with the remainder of this night. I know, I know, I said that I wouldn’t really drink anymore. But sometimes it’s really just needed.
I normally have trouble around guys, always second guessing myself and never really knowing how to act. That was never an issue with Nathan, when you’ve known someone your whole life, things like that just start to come natural. I’ve never had a problem being around him or just hanging out.
Until now. I’m triple guessing everything that I’m saying and so many things are running through my head. He’s had a lot to drink, I know this much, so whose to say it isn’t just a result of that. I couldn’t deal with everything if it were, I’d never be able to face him again without feeling like a complete idiot.
My eyes wander to our table, where Lucas and Nathan seem to be in a pretty heated conversation. It is obvious that Lucas is upset over something, and my mind can only assume what it may be. I may not be as close to Lucas as I am to Nathan, but Lucas has always been just as protective of me. My feelings towards him have always been brotherly and I know that he thinks of me as a sister.
I don’t want to go back over there, I can only imagine what they must be saying.
I turn back to the bartender and order a double vodka lemon. God knows I need it.
“Woah, Haley, you’re really pounding them hard tonight!” Brooke slurs out. Well at least someone got completely smashed tonight. I had planned on it being me, but I’ll take being tipsy instead. Clear head, I remind myself as I fight off the urge to tell the bartender to make it a triple, clear head.
We head back to the table, full drinks in our hands and emptier wallets. Nathan is standing when we get there and I’m thinking it is so I can slide into the bench, but he grabs for my arm as I try to.
“Want to walk around a bit?” he asks, seemingly unsure of himself which is a weird experience for me. He’s always so confident and cocky, that smirk of his constantly plastered on his face. But he seems nervous and it makes me nervous. He just wants to take me away from everyone else to say that it was a complete mistake and we should never do it again. Lucas probably just confirmed everything that he had already been thinking.
I should have gone for the triple.
He leads me to a row of nearly secluded U shaped booths. We walk past a couple practically going at it and a few people who have just passed out until we reach a booth that seems to make him happy.
I slide into the back, resting my elbows on the table and waiting for him to say something as he scoots in next to me. He doesn’t seem to want to, so I break the silence instead. “So…”
“So…” He turns to me with a wide smile and I can’t help but to bite my lip in anticipation for what is coming next.
His body shifts towards me and his hand reaches out for my thigh, burning through the thick material of my jeans. “You make me so nervous, Hales.”
“Nathan…” I touch his cheek lightly, my voice confirming to both of us that we don’t need to feel nervous. We have too much history to be nervous, we’ve experienced too much together and this could be just one more step in the right direction.
He grabs my legs and pulls them over his thighs, settling me almost across his lap. I scoot forward the rest of the way, wanting to be as close to him as possible. His hands reach up, losing themselves in my hair. “I just want to kiss you again,” he whispers as he pulls me towards him.
“Then do it,” I whisper back, our lips dangerously close.
I’m not sure which one of us closes the distance, but we’re kissing again. It is even better than the first time, we’re both more sure this time that the feelings are mutual. We’re sure of ourselves and even more importantly, sure of each other. This is what we both want, this is what we both yearn for, this is what we both need.
His tongue licks across my bottom lip and I open mine wider, handing him an invitation to do just what he wants. It doesn’t take him a second thought, his tongue slides past and seeks out mine. The feeling is almost magical as they meet and I swear, fireworks were let off somewhere in the distance.
Nathan finally pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. “We gotta talk about this, Hales.”
His fingers are playing with the slight bit of revealed skin of my stomach and I have to force myself to nod through the contact. “I know we do.” It’s really the last thing I want to do. If I had it my way, we would just stay kissing for hours. I’ll never get tired of the feel of his lips against mine.
But now’s not the right time. “What was Lucas saying to you just a few minutes ago?”
“Oh, you saw that, huh?” His hand has traveled to my upper thigh, his thumb continuously rubbing against the material.
“Yeah, he looked pretty upset.”
“I don’t blame him, we all know that I’m a fuck up.”
“Hey…” I reach out and brush my fingers across his cheek. “Don’t say that because it isn’t true.”
“Yes it is, Hales. I always screw up every good thing I get involved in and I don’t want that to happen with you. I’ve had such good self control, kept myself at a certain level with you so that you wouldn’t get hurt. But lately, it’s just been way too hard to do. Every time we’re together, I’ve just wanted to kiss you senseless. Tonight, it was just too much. When we were dancing I thought I was going to come undone.”
The smile spreads across my face and he pauses at the sight of it. “I felt the same way. I’ve wanted something like this to happen for years, hell if it had gone my way we never would have broken up in middle school.”
He laughs and kisses my cheek. “Ah, the awkward years. My dad was riding my ass all the time and Lucas kept telling me it was gross that we were dating because it was really like we were all related. I never felt that way, though, I always felt like it was different with you and I.”
“Me too, but these past few years, I never thought you felt the same way.”
“I don’t blame you, I’ve done some pretty shitty things and my reasoning behind them is just plain ridiculous.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, basically just acting like a man whore.”
My head falls onto his shoulder with a giggle. “You aren’t a man whore, Nathan.”
“I said acting!” His lips brush against my forehead. “I just mean, I chased after girls a lot and I shouldn’t have. In one respect, I just wanted to try to get you out of my mind. We would go out and you would look sexy as hell, but I didn’t want to grow some balls so I would just find a random girl to hit on. I guess in the other respect, somewhere in the back of my mind, I really just wanted to make you jealous. I don’t know, maybe I was so afraid to make the first move because I thought you wouldn’t want it so in some way I was trying to push you to do it. God, that was such a wussy thing to do.”
“No it wasn’t, not at all! I completely understand because there were so many times I wanted to make a move as well. But I was just too scared that I would be rejected.”
“We screwed up, didn’t we?”
“We sure did.”
“You know, for how much of an organized freak you are, you would think you could have planned it better!” he says with a laugh.
“Hey, Mister!” I can’t help but laugh with him.
And it’s in this moment that it finally hits me. Everything is going to be okay. I can just feel it and for the first time in my life, I’m really truly happy. I’m excited, I’m nervous, I’m head over heels in love, and it all just feels perfect.
“I wish we could just get the hell out of here,” his words break through my thoughts.
I couldn’t agree with him more. My palms rest on his cheeks and I kiss him lightly on the lips. “Let’s just leave. They are all so drunk, they won’t even know we’re gone.” I kiss him again, but this time it is much deeper and his fingers find their way to my hair again, holding me against him.
He breaks the kiss only when air becomes an issue and he rests his forehead against mine, letting us each take a moment to gather our breath. “Are you sure?”
There is not an ounce of hesitation in my body as I nod. “Do you want to go to your place or mine?” Wow, did that sound as suggestive to him as it did to me? I sure as hell hope so.
“Well, considering my two roommates will probably be sleeping at your place tonight, why don’t we go to mine?” His voice is husky and the sound is killing me, it’s taking all of my self control not to jump him right now. Hell, the couple a few booths down was practically doing it, why can’t we?
I can’t stop kissing him and his hand is creeping higher on my leg. “Alright, we seriously need to leave, now.”
He nods his agreement and climbs out of the booth, reaching his hand back before leading me outside. Thankfully, we don’t pass any of our friends on the way. I couldn’t even begin to explain to them what was happening considering it still hasn’t even settled in my own head.
It doesn’t take long to hail a taxi and before I know it, we’ve arrived in front of his apartment complex. I wait patiently for Nathan as he pays the driver, even though my body is itching to just drag him from the car and up to the bedroom. I’ve been waiting forever for this night to happen, and I plan on taking full advantage of it.
We walk up the three flights of stairs and I wait again as Nathan opens up the door. I’ve been through this process so many times but it is miraculous how different it feels tonight.
“Do you want anything to drink?” Nathan asks me as he closes the door behind us and throws his keys on the coffee table.
I shake my head and smile at him, laughing at the way his hands are wringing together in front of him. Closing the distance between us, I reach forward and still them with my own, giving each palm a gentle kiss. His eyes close at the gesture and I stand up to give him a kiss on the cheek.
His arms immediately wrap around my waist, pulling me flush against him. I laugh and throw my arms around his neck, reveling in the feeling of just being close to him. It doesn’t take long for our lips to find their way back to each other, nor does it take long for the intensity to return. His fingers are fisting in my hair and mine are clawing at his back.
He begins backing us up and I feel the backs of my knees hit the couch before we tumble onto it. His body stretches against the length of mine and he shifts so that we are both on our sides.
I rotate my hips against his and he instantly moans at the friction I’ve caused. I slant my lips over his and nip at his bottom lip. His hands grip my hips tighter as my tongue traces his lip to soothe it and as he parts them for me willingly, our tongues meet in their own passionate embrace.
His hand slips below my shirt and the warmth of it against the bare skin of my stomach has me moaning into his kisses. I push forward against it, hoping he’ll read my mind and head straight where I want him to.
It’s almost amazing the way he can read my mind. Before I even have time to really think it through, his hand is cupping my breast, kneading it through the thin material of my strapless bra. His lips kiss their way to my neck, gently sucking and biting at my neck. The combination of the two feelings is unbearable.
I reach for the side zipper of my shirt, yanking it upward as the need to be rid of it overcomes me. I break away from Nathan momentarily so that I can lift if over my head and he eagerly helps me in the process.
The feeling is unbelievable. I’m laying in front of Nathan in my bra and the way he’s looking at me makes me feel so sexy. He leans forward, kissing his way slowly across my collarbone as his hands reach around my back. They begin playing with the clasp of my bra and his lips move lower, kissing the area of my breasts that are spilling over the cups of my bra. With complete ease and expertise, he removes my bra and descends his lips upon my nipple.
My back instantly arches into his mouth at the feeling of his wet hotness. The simultaneous whimper is immediate as well and my hands grip his hair, holding his mouth to me. Our legs are entwined together and I rub my thigh back and forth against his erection, wanting to give him some semblance of the pleasure he is giving me. I feel like I could come right now and it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never felt this strongly for someone and as much as it scares me, it is also the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt.
His legs tighten around mine, stilling it’s movements as his intensifies. He bites at my nipple gently before pulling it between his lips. My breathing is so labored and I can’t even believe that the sounds I’m making are actually falling from my lips.
Nathan pulls back and kisses me. “We should stop, Hales.”
“Why? The last thing I want to do is stop.” This is a night straight out of my most erotic dreams and I’m not letting the opportunity just pass right by.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
I’m not a virgin and Nathan knows it. No, the summer before college I decided to be an idiot and give it away to Aaron Casey, my boyfriend of two months. I didn’t want to go away to school without experience and feel like a complete moron. So I gave it away to someone who didn’t even really matter to me and I still regret it to this day.
The next day he had called and said he couldn’t see me anymore. I was absolutely devastated. Aaron had only dated me for one thing and I had handed it to him on a silver platter. When I got to school everyone asked me if it was true that Aaron had dumped me because I wasn’t any good in bed.
I cried for a week straight until Nathan finally got me to admit what happened. I finally went to school the next day.
Aaron Casey had a black eye and a split lip.
If only I had waited for Nathan, if only I had had enough faith. Only this feeling is so fresh and new, it’s close enough for me. “I’m completely sure, Nathan.” I’ve never been so sure about anything else in my life.
He nods and our lips meet again, the passion sparking immediately. Nathan turns me so that I’m completely on my back, his legs falling in between my own. His lips begin to travel lower, spending numerous moments on each of my breasts before going even further. He kisses my bellybutton, his tongue tracing around and around the small indent. His hands move to the button of my pants and I bite my lip in anticipation of what to come, my hands reaching out for his hair to give me some semblance of control.
He flicks the button open effortlessly, the zipper sliding down with no avail as he kisses the skin he exposes. I lift my hips to help him as he slowly peels the fabric from my body and down my legs, tossing the material somewhere over his shoulder.
The giggle is instantaneous as he grabs a hold of my ankles and pulls me to the end of the couch, my legs dangling over the side. He settles himself on his knees before me and a shiver runs down my spine at the look of pure adoration and lust in his eyes. His thumbs loop around the waistband of my underwear and he pulls them from my body.
I’ve never felt so exposed and so beautiful.
The whimper is inevitable as he hooks my legs over his shoulders and begins kissing his way up my inner thigh. I spread my legs a little wider as he gets closer to my center, but I’m not fully prepared for the touch of his thumb against my wet curls.
“Oh…” My whole body shudders at the contact.
He does it again and my reaction is the same, only this time my hips buck against his finger and beg him for more.
“You’re so wet, Hales, so wet.”
His tongue licks me once and I explode, riding out the waves of my first orgasm. The first time I had sex I was uncomfortable and nervous, there was nothing enjoyable about it. This isn’t even sex yet and it’s exhilarating. I can’t wait to actually feel him inside of me.
“God…” he whispers against my skin as he laps up my juices.
I expect him to come back and join me on the couch, but instead he slips a finger inside of me as he continues to ravish me with his tongue. He lets me get used to the feeling, slowly moving in and out, before adding another finger. My hips rise, pushing against his fingers and begging him to speed up the pace.
His fingers curl inside of me, seeking out the perfect spot. I rotate my hips against them as the feelings begin to stir inside of me again. He suddenly removes them and I’m about to complain, but as soon as I open my mouth, his tongue has taken their place. In and out, in and out. My whole body is tingling and I never want it to stop. His thumb reaches up and circles my clit.
Once, twice, third times the charm. I shout out his name as I come, tightening my muscles and shivering with delight as the feeling shoots all the way to my toes.
Nathan kisses his way back up my body and to my lips, letting me taste myself against their softness.
“You are way too dressed for this party,” I laugh against him, clawing at his shirt and helping him throw it over his head.
“We can definitely fix that, but first we need to do something else.”
He picks me up with ease and my legs immediately wrap around his waist. We make it to his bedroom without too much hassle. He only falters once when I reach my hand in between us and cup him through his jeans. It’s downright hilarious how quick his speed increases after the fact though.
He tosses me gently onto the mess of blankets that clutter his bed and he’s on top of me within seconds. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of feeling him completely surrounding me, his weight pushing me against the mattress.
“I could get used to this feeling,” I whisper against his skin.
“Good because I’m not letting you go anywhere tomorrow. Or this week, or next week, or this year.”
As if I’d even try to leave. My fingers wander up and down his back, drinking in the feel of his muscles. I seek out his lips and hold them to my, nibbling on each with an escalating intensity. I reach between us for the button of his jeans, the need to touch every part of him dictating my motions. He doesn’t fight me as I remove the article of clothing and use my feet to push it down his legs. His feet kick lightly so that the jeans fall off and pool onto the floor with a light thud.
We’re so close now. I can feel his erection throbbing against my thighs through the thin material of his boxers and more than anything else, I just want to feel him pounding deep inside of me. I reach between us again, this time slipping past the waistband of his boxers and taking hold of exactly what I want.
The guttural moan he releases spurs me on and I begin a steady pumping motion. His hips move up and down to the rhythm I’ve created, aiding me in the entire process.
“Hales…” he whispers against my neck as he leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses.
“Make love to me, Nathan.”
Love, not sex, love. If this was just about sex, we would have been finished a lot time ago. This is about love, something deep and meaningful that will stay with us for the rest of our lives. Even if all of this doesn’t work out, we’ll still have these memories and for me, that is all I could ask for.
He doesn’t need me to command again and he rolls off of me so that he can push his boxers off. He reaches out for the nightstand drawer and pulls out a foil packet, sheathing himself as I watch with interest. Before he can roll back over, I take the reins and pull myself on top of him, straddling his upper thighs.
“Good god, what a view.” Nathan laughs and pulls himself up, cradling me in his arms and attaching his lips to my neck. My hips begin to involuntarily grind against him with an obvious agenda.
“I need you, Nathan, now.”
I shift my weight to my knees, hovering over him slightly as his hands grasp onto my hips. He lowers me gently and I fight back the urge to just plunge down, joining us once and for all.
The feeling is completely out of this world when we are finally one, it’s heavenly. I take a moment to adjust to the overwhelming feeling and when I finally feel completely comfortable, I begin to move up and down.
Nathan’s fingers press into the skin of my back, holding me against him and helping me to keep my movements steady. With the skill of a veteran, he turns us over so that he is kneeling and my body is lifted slightly at an angle. His hands grip my hips harder, holding me against him so that he can pump at an increased pace.
The penetration is deeper and which each and every thrust, he pushes all the way into me. My whimpers are increasing and I can tell that the ball of pressure inside of me is slowly unwinding. He reaches forward with one hand, cupping my breast and kneading at the mound, pulling my nipple between his index finger and thumb. I watch the look of pure concentration of his face and can’t help but wonder if it mirrors my own.
I’m so unaware of everything but the slapping of our flesh together and the way the whole room seems to be spinning in the most invigorating way.
“Look at me, baby,” I know he can sense that I’m reaching the edge. All I need are a few more pushes and I’ll be a puddle of goo in his hands.
“Nathan…” his names tumbles from my lips and I hope to god that it wasn’t as weak and muffled as it sounded to me.
“I love you so much it hurts, Hales…” his words are my third undoing as he pushes the furthest into me and hits in the exact spot.
He explodes around me just seconds later, my name a mumbled groan for his lips as he stretches it for as long as possible. His body collapses beside me, pulling me against his side and kissing my forehead.
“That was…”
“Mind blowing?” I finish for him.
“Perfection.”
I smile against his chest at the words, draping my arm across him and pulling him closer to me. My lids are fighting to close and I do my best to ward off the succession of yawns that threaten to escape. The last thing I want to do right now is sleep. No, I want to have sex with Nathan Scott. Again and again until I can’t even walk and I’m forced to just stay wrapped up in his arms forever.
Nathan laughs at the way I move my hand back and forth in front of my face as a yawn finally slips past my lips. “It’s okay, Hales, sleep.”
I shake my head and curl more into his side, kissing his neck and nipping at the glistening sweat we both created.
“Hey,” he says as he takes my chin in his fingers and brushes his lips every so gently against mine. “We have the whole night ahead of us.”
It’s not necessarily a lie, but it’s not the whole truth either.
We have the rest of our lives.
Author: Kylie
Rating: Adult Rated
Word Count: 9,082
Pairing: NH, other minor characters
Spoilers: None
Twenty-first birthdays were supposed to be one of the most momentous days in your life, but I had known from the beginning that it just wouldn’t be in the cards for me.
After all, I’m Haley James and in my life, nothing goes according to the plan.
You wouldn’t think it would work out that way, I’ve spent my whole life making plans and trying to meticulously follow through on them. It’s the only way I can function like a normal human being. I need order and check lists and organization. But somehow it just never seems to happen.
Instead, I’m viciously swept off my feet and knocked flat on my ass.
That’s why, as I carefully place the phone back in it’s cradle, I’m not even upset. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I have been expecting that phone call to come for days. Everything was going too smoothly, something was bound to go wrong.
I walk to the couch and throw myself down against the cushiony pillows. This garners the attention of my two roommates and they turn towards me, their faces masked in confusion. They don’t even need to ask me.
“Lucas isn’t coming. He’s decided to wait four hours before the party to tell me that he won’t be able to make it. What kind of friend does that?”
“A shitty one?” my cynical roommate Peyton answers.
Her answer at least gets me to laugh, which is a pretty big accomplishment at this point. I turn to my other roommate Brooke, my last hope.
“Please call your boyfriend and tell him that he’s already studied enough for his stupid criminal justice test. He still has two days! Why would he be canceling on something he’s known about for weeks over something he could easily be doing tomorrow when he wakes up?”
“Haley, you know that Lucas has always done whatever he wants. I can maybe convince him to come out after he finishes studying.”
“I’m not even going to touch that one, he shouldn’t even be studying in the first place. At least Jake is still coming out.”
Peyton’s face falls as I turn to her and I can’t even believe this is happening.
“He got stuck on a shift at work, Haley, but he’ll meet us there as soon as it’s over. Don’t worry, he’s really excited about force feeding you tequila shots and watching you make bad decisions.”
I sigh. This is so not how it is supposed to turn out. “You’ve got to be kidding me. So it’s only going to be the three of us going out?”
“Well, Nathan’s still going to be there.”
Brooke has a horrible way of trying to make me feel better. “Great, I can’t wait to watch my best friend hook up with everything that walks by in a short skirt. Sounds like a shit load of fun. God, at least I’ll be heavily pounding shots to numb myself from that sight, quite possibly the only positive in this screwed up night.”
“Hey, maybe tonight it’ll be different,” Brooke suggests with a shrug of her shoulders.
No matter how hard I wish it to be different, it won’t ever be. I’ve known Nathan my whole life, ever since our moms met in their “Pregnant Women Poker Club”. Yeah, it was exactly as boring as it sounds. I never even knew it was possible to play poker without drinking beer and betting diapers instead of money. Seriously, how lame is that?
Anyway, we’ve been best friends forever and even though there was that amazing time we dated in middle school, it’ll never happen again. Nathan doesn’t want it and I’m too scared to admit that I do.
“I say we get Haley James drunk enough to finally tell Nathan how she really feels.”
“Wow, Peyt, that pretty much sounds like the world’s stupidest idea ever. If I tell him how I feel, I’ll completely lose him. That’s just too much of a risk to take.” I can’t live without Nathan in my life, there’s no way. He’s always been like my rock, that steady person I can fall back on no matter what and he’ll always catch me. I need his support more than anything else and even if he doesn’t love me in a romantic way, he still loves me as a friend, and that’s enough for me. It has to be.
It just doesn’t help that I compare every guy I meet to him. They never compare, and they never will in a million years.
“Okay, this conversation is just way too sobering for this day. We need to grab some beers and start getting ready. Haley James, you need to get sexified.”
“Brooke, we don’t have to leave for another three and a half hours. It takes me like forty-five minutes to get ready, if that.”
“Not today it doesn’t, Haley! Don’t worry, just leave it up to me. Peyton, grab the drinks will you, and meet us in the bathroom?”
Peyton salutes Brooke and heads off to the kitchen. Brooke turns to me with a smirk and crooks her finger my way. “Let’s go, darling, time’s a wasting!”
Thank god for alcohol, cause I’m really going to need that beer.
~*~
Three hours later and I officially feel like a ten dollar whore.
Brooke clearly doesn’t understand my sense of style, or hell, even my personality for that matter. I’m currently sporting a jean miniskirt which was only supposed to be worn last Halloween, a strapless black corset top, and 3 inch black heels. It’s pretty much the farthest thing from me that she could have picked.
I feel skanky, completely uncomfortable, and a breeze against my ass that I really don’t appreciate. Ah, the life of being Brooke’s Barbie Doll.
The door bell rings and I pray that by some small miracle, Nathan has managed to get here early. I could use his help right now more than anyone else’s.
Jogging to the door as fast as I can in these heels, I manage to beat both of my roommates there. I swing the door open and thank heaven, someone up there must still be pulling for me.
“Well, if it isn’t Venereal Disease Barbie, who comes with complimentary outdated condoms and…”
“Shut it,” I say with it a point of my finger before Nathan can get out another word.
“What?” he asks as he steps over the threshold and throws his arm around my shoulder. “Can’t a guy joke around with his favorite 21 year old pal?”
Pal, the most dreaded word in the English vocabulary, or at least it is to me. I cringe every time the word manages to make its way out of his oh so perfect mouth. It’s like the worst insult he could ever dish out to me, even though he has no idea how much it hurts.
Just like all the other times before this one, the only thing I can do is suck it up and take it like a man. “Please, just say you’ll help me pick out a new outfit?”
“How come, Hales? This one is really working for you.”
These are the two things that kill me the most about Nathan Scott. The first is that he calls me Hales. He’s the only person who has ever done it and every time the name passes through his lips, I swoon. It’s just like, the immediate reaction. I have to lock my knees and will myself to breathe. He can do that to me, with the simplest of phrases. And the sexual innuendos, oh good gawd how they kill me. If he could just treat me like some sack of potatoes, it would be so much easier for me to get over him. But he makes it so freaking impossible. Ah, the irresistible charm of a ladies’ man.
“Shush, no more talking, just helping.”
He zips his lips and pretends to throw out the key as I drag him by the hand to my bedroom.
When we reach my room, he throws himself down on my bed as he’s done a million times before and turns on his side so he can face me. I can feel his eyes burning into my back as I sift through the items in my closet and I’m torn between wishing he would turn away and hoping he would stare at me forever. Hell yes it burns, but in all the right places.
“Hales, you really should just keep what you have on,” he tries reasoning with me again.
“I feel like a hooker, Nathan.” He’s so not going to win this one.
“I’m just saying, your birthday is that one day when you can go all out crazy.”
“You know me, I won’t go ‘all out crazy’ if I don’t feel comfortable. I’ll just end up complaining all night.”
“Good point.” He jumps up off my bed and comes to where I’m standing. “Let’s see what we can work with.”
I can’t help but laugh as he picks out different articles of clothing and holds them up in front of my body, acting as though he is really taking the time to examine them. It’s things like this that really make me love Nathan. He’ll never tell me I’m being silly or a drama queen, he’ll just assess the situation and then figure out a way to make me happy.
Finally he pulls out my favorite pair of jeans and holds them up. “These, definitely these, I love the way they look on you.”
My heart flutters at his words. Does he actually notice the way my clothes fit me? I grab them from his hands with a smile on my face. “How did you know these were my favorite jeans?”
“Probably because you wear them all the time - you better wash them a lot, Hales.”
And the moment’s over. I playfully punch him on the shoulder and feign hurt before heading off into the bathroom to change into them. I don’t even bother to close the door all the way because I know he would never even try to sneak a peak. Lord knows I give him enough chances. The boy is thick.
Slipping the heels back on, I quickly remove a bit of the overbearing make-up Brooke applied earlier with the pads of my fingers. I already feel much better about my appearance and since Nathan has arrived, I’ve started to feel better about the night as a whole. Maybe it won’t turn out to be so bad.
As long as he keeps his hands off all the skanky girls at the bar and doesn’t force me to turn into the jealous, wallowing best friend.
Yeah, like that’s going to happen.
I make my way back out to my bedroom. Nathan is waiting for me by the door and together we make our way to the kitchen, where Brooke and Peyton have congregated.
Brooke immediately gives me the one over. “Haley! Why did you change?”
“Brooke, did you honestly think I was going to wear that out in public?”
“Go change back, right this instant!”
I laugh and turn to Nathan, I’m not in the mood to fight my own battles at the moment. As always, he’s happy to fight them for me.
“Leave her alone, Brooke. It’s her birthday and she can wear whatever the hell she wants.” He gives me a wink and I can’t help but to smile back. My hero.
Peyton, as always, is the eternal peacekeeper. “How about we just take a shot and get the hell out of here?”
We all laugh as Peyton places empty shot glasses in front of us and passes around the bottle. The alcohol burns as I swallow it, but the feeling is gone right after it hits.
We all gather up our belongings and head out the front door. Peyton has been smart enough to call a cab and it is waiting for us at the curb. The ride to the first bar is pleasant and we all joke around with each other, mostly about how drunk they plan on getting me tonight. The cabbie laughs at their antics and before I know it, we’ve stopped in front of our favorite bar to visit.
I wasn’t allowed to know where we were headed, so I’m very happy with the final destination. All they told me was that we were visiting three places all together and I pray that the other two are just as nice as this one.
Nathan takes my hand in his as we head to the entrance and the gesture brings a smile to my face. I know it doesn’t mean anything, he’ll usually hold my hand at the beginning of the night. It’s just our thing and no one really notices how strange it is anymore. No one but me.
I’m surprised to see there isn’t much of a line out front, but then again it is only 9 o’clock and most people haven’t begun to come out yet. It also doesn’t really matter. We’ve been here so many times now that they just let us in right now anyway. It’s one of the few good bars in town that allows those who are underage in as well.
“Happy birthday, Haley!” Jack the bouncer says to me as we pass by him.
I turn to Nathan as we walk through the doors. “How does Jack know it’s my birthday?”
All he does is shrug and for a moment I actually believe that he doesn’t have any idea. Then I notice a slight twinkle in his eye and I’m instantly curious. I don’t get the chance to ask him anything else because as we turn the corner towards the main bar, I am bowled over with voices.
“Surprise!!”
The whole bar is decked out with streamers and signs. There are a few of my friend’s from classes and standing in front of all of them, on either side of an enormous cake, are Jack and Lucas.
I turn to Brooke and Peyton. “You two are dead!”
Each of them pulls me into their arms.
“It’s been so hard not to say anything!” Brooke says as she pulls back.
“I had to stop her from telling you so many times, she’s such a spoil sport,” Peyton laughs.
They hug me one last time before heading off to cut the cake.
I turn back to Nathan with a smile. “Did you help do all this?”
“Help?!? I planned the whole thing!”
“Seriously?”
“Of course, Hales.” He pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head. “I want this day to be perfect for you.”
The words hit me like a ton of bricks and I’m so glad he’s holding me because otherwise I would have slipped to the floor. It’s one of the sweetest things he’s ever said to me and I squeeze him a little tighter before I let go. His fingers reach up and brush a lock of hair behind my ear and if I will myself to pretend hard enough, I can actually feel the air around us changing.
“Haley James, let’s go! It’s time to get you drunk and sloppy!” Lucas’ voice shouts out to us and completely ruins any semblance of a moment we might have had.
All we can do is laugh and head towards the bar, still hand in hand.
~*~
It isn’t hard for me to realize that Nathan is acting differently tonight.
We’ve finally reached the second bar and even though I might have been pretty drunk when we arrived here, mostly thanks to Lucas and his shot feeding ability, I’m sobering up quite quickly now. I don’t want to drink anymore, well not a whole lot, I just want to focus on Nathan and his new found stance of staying by me the whole night. There have been numerous offers to him by girls who want to dance, but he has declined every one. That doesn’t normally happen and instead he’s just choosen to sit and talk to me.
Don’t get me wrong, I love just spending the night with him. If I had my way, every night would be exactly like this one. The only thing that kills me is that I can’t tell if he’s doing it just because it’s my birthday and he knows I’ll be mad tomorrow if he ditches me, or has he finally realized something that I’ve been itching for him to realize for years?
I can’t dwell on the question, it’s already sobered me up way too much. Unfortunately, I’m still required to act like I’m drunk. The moment I start to act sober, my friends will be back to getting me more and more drinks. And I just don’t think I can handle that at the moment. I need to be level headed and focused on the situation at hand.
So I’m sitting here sipping on a screwdriver and hoping my friends won’t actually see through my shady plan. I’m lucky that they were just as drunk as I was when we got here and have been pounding just as hard as when we arrived. They don’t seem to notice a thing and I’d like to keep it that way. I know just how to do it as well.
I stand up quickly, so quickly that I trip slightly on the high heeled shoes my feet have been strapped into. At least the fact that I’m the klutziest person on earth is working to my benefit.
Nathan reaches an arm up to steady me and I smile down at him gratefully. My mind reminds me to not dwell on the affection he just showed me, so I turn towards Brooke and Peyton. “Let’s go dance.”
These are pretty much the magic words. I don’t ever dance when I’m sober. I always feel so awkward and silly so I just avoid it at all costs. My roommates know this better than anyone else and I can’t help but laugh as they grab my hands and pull me out to the center of the floor.
I can’t help but to laugh at their drunken dancing and the way they are making fools of themselves. I hope I don’t dance that way when I’m drunk, I’ll have to make myself consciously aware of it the next time I do. Cause if I dance like that, I’m refraining from it for the rest of my life.
I’m starting to actually enjoy sober dancing, even wondering why I don’t ever do it, when a pair of hands grabs my hips and a strange body starts grinding behind me. When I’m drunk I can put up with it, but when I’m sober the last thing I want in the world is for some random guy to start dancing with me.
His hands start running up and down my thighs and I’m so thankful that I changed out of the skirt. It would just make the situation so much worse than it already was.
“Ow ow, Haley!” Brooke yells when she notices I’m dancing with someone.
She reminds me that I’m supposed to be acting like I’m enjoying this, or at least not utterly repulsed as I am right now. I’m about to really start grinding back, but before I get the chance I feel my dance partner pull back. I try to turn to see where he went, not that I care or anything, when a hand brushes over my hips and settles on my stomach, pulling me flush against a rock hard body.
Nathan. I know it’s him way before he even vocalizes his appearance. That touch, that smell, that feeling that rushes through my body, it could only be him.
“I thought you looked like you need a rescuing,” he says to me, his lips so close to my ear so I can hear him over the raging music.
I nod because it’s the only thing I can will my body to do at the moment. I’m too caught up in everything else. I’ve seen Nathan dance with so many girls, and oh how it has turned me on, but I’ve never actually had the pleasure of dancing with him myself. It is so much better than sitting on the sidelines. I feel as though I’m going to lose all sense of control and explode in his arms.
His hands hold my hips against his and if I actually let myself, I can feel his arousal against me. We move to the song in perfect rhythm and for the remainder of the song it feels like we are the only two people in the room.
Another song starts and instead of stopping as I assumed he would, Nathan keeps dancing and holding me against him. It’s not like I’m fighting it or anything, but I figured he had only come over here to rescue me from the guy I clearly didn’t want to be dancing with. Apparently, I was wrong.
The amount of alcohol that is still running through my veins gives me a small sense of courage and I reach my arm back, playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck as we grind. I can feel the warm exhale of his breath against my neck as I do so and it gives me even more courage. My other hand falls against his that is resting on my stomach and I pull it tighter to me.
“Are you trying to kill me, Hales?” his lips whisper against my neck.
Oh god yes and obviously both of us can play that game. I can practically feel myself melting in his arms and it feels so damn good.
“Maybe,” I say coyly with a breathy laugh. His hands tighten around me at the sound.
You would think that this would be awkward, after everything that we have been through together. But for some reason it just feels right. Not that ever being with Nathan felt wrong, it just felt different. I would flirt and tease him and he would respond, but I always knew in the back of my mind that it never meant anything to him.
But this, this was as intense as it gets. This was find a dark corner and go at it intense.
Nathan stops dancing suddenly and I figure he’s going to lead me back to our table, but as if he’s just read my mind he takes my hand and pulls me in the completely opposite direction. He stops in a deserted hallway past the bathrooms and around the corner. I have no idea what’s on his mind and I start to get worried as he drops my hand, as if he realized just how much my touch burned.
But then he turns toward me and his face is soft, as if he’s already pleading with me and I’ve not even had a chance to hear what he has to say. “This is really killing me.”
“What is?” I’m so thoroughly confused. He might as well be talking about the average scoring percentage of the Chicago Bulls.
“I can’t do this anymore, Hales.”
“Nathan…” I step forward and lightly brush my fingers over his cheek. “What can’t you do? You’re worrying me.”
“It’s been going on for months, well if I’m really truthful to myself then it’s been going on for years. And I just got to the point today where I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew that something needed to change. Like when we were out there dancing, I knew that I needed to…”
His voice falters away and his eyes shift to the floor, signaling that he’s unsure of himself at the moment. He starts to play with his fingers, the telltale sign that he is absolutely nervous about what he is trying to spit out. I try to help him out. “You need to what, Nathan?”
I don’t even have a second to prepare myself for what happens next. His hands pull me flush against his body and his lips slant over mine, kissing me as if it is the only thing that could keep him alive. His body walks forwards and I hiss as the cold surface of the wall hits my back.
It takes my body a few moments to respond, not quite sure how to react to his ministrations, but finally I tell myself to just focus on the moment. Nothing else. My hands run up his arms and fall to his shoulders, pulling him closer to me and urging him on. His hands run up and down my body as if he is trying to memorize ever single inch of it. Finally one rests on the small of my back, drawing tiny circles against the bare skin, as the other gets daring and settles on my ass. It pulls our lower bodies as close as possible and this time I know I feel his arousal, and it’s all for me.
It’s not even possible for my brain to produce a clear thought. All I can do is feel. Feel the rough pads of his fingers against my lower back, feel his lips as they leave mine and travel to lightly nip at my neck, and mostly I can feel the heat pulsating through my body and speeding towards my center.
And all we’re doing is kissing.
My hands slip under the material of his t-shirt, my fingers exerting pressure on the hot skin of his back. They dig in slightly, clinging to him as if he’s my lifeline.
His hand moves from my back to my stomach and I can’t help but smile at the way it is slowly creeping higher. I brace myself for the contact, yearning for his hand to reach its final destination.
So close, so close…
“Haley? Are you in here?!”
Brooke’s voice from around the corner has us instantly freezing and Nathan grasps onto me tighter. We both know she’s checking the bathroom, but she could decide to check here at any second.
“I don’t think she’s in here, Peyt, let’s look around a bit more.”
We both hold our breath until we hear her footsteps walking away. Nathan instantly lets go of me and turns toward the opposite wall, leaning both of his hands against it.
I can’t see his face and after a few moments, I begin to panic. Is he second guessing what he said to me? I mean, it did just seem to come out of nowhere, so is he regretting it now? This is going to completely ruin our whole entire friendship, isn’t it? He’ll never be able to look me in the face again.
Before any more negative thoughts can run through my mind, he turns to me, a smile spread on his face from ear to ear. Every single fear is instantly displaced and I feel the warm fuzzies spreading through my body.
He likes me, he really really likes me.
“We better get out there or they’ll head to the next bar without us.”
I look down to where his hand is extended out to me and I bite my lip. It doesn’t take a second thought for me to grab his hand, lacing our fingers together.
He brushes his lips against mine one last time, a foreshadow of what’s to come, before pulling me out of the dark hallway to find our friends.
I wouldn’t mind if they left to the next bar without us. I could have stayed in that hallway forever.
~*~
My buzz is completely gone by the time we reach the third bar. I’m too focused on Nathan’s fingers gently stroking mine during the cab ride over. It feels heavenly and I almost tell the cabbie to keep driving until we’re at one of our apartments. But this is my party, and I can’t just ditch out. So I truck on even though I’m itching to release this coil building inside of me.
I down three shots of Sex on the Beach with Brooke once we get there, hoping it will curb the edge of my nerves. A little liquid courage never hurt anyone, right? They sufficiently bring back my buzz, leaving me clear headed enough to deal with the remainder of this night. I know, I know, I said that I wouldn’t really drink anymore. But sometimes it’s really just needed.
I normally have trouble around guys, always second guessing myself and never really knowing how to act. That was never an issue with Nathan, when you’ve known someone your whole life, things like that just start to come natural. I’ve never had a problem being around him or just hanging out.
Until now. I’m triple guessing everything that I’m saying and so many things are running through my head. He’s had a lot to drink, I know this much, so whose to say it isn’t just a result of that. I couldn’t deal with everything if it were, I’d never be able to face him again without feeling like a complete idiot.
My eyes wander to our table, where Lucas and Nathan seem to be in a pretty heated conversation. It is obvious that Lucas is upset over something, and my mind can only assume what it may be. I may not be as close to Lucas as I am to Nathan, but Lucas has always been just as protective of me. My feelings towards him have always been brotherly and I know that he thinks of me as a sister.
I don’t want to go back over there, I can only imagine what they must be saying.
I turn back to the bartender and order a double vodka lemon. God knows I need it.
“Woah, Haley, you’re really pounding them hard tonight!” Brooke slurs out. Well at least someone got completely smashed tonight. I had planned on it being me, but I’ll take being tipsy instead. Clear head, I remind myself as I fight off the urge to tell the bartender to make it a triple, clear head.
We head back to the table, full drinks in our hands and emptier wallets. Nathan is standing when we get there and I’m thinking it is so I can slide into the bench, but he grabs for my arm as I try to.
“Want to walk around a bit?” he asks, seemingly unsure of himself which is a weird experience for me. He’s always so confident and cocky, that smirk of his constantly plastered on his face. But he seems nervous and it makes me nervous. He just wants to take me away from everyone else to say that it was a complete mistake and we should never do it again. Lucas probably just confirmed everything that he had already been thinking.
I should have gone for the triple.
He leads me to a row of nearly secluded U shaped booths. We walk past a couple practically going at it and a few people who have just passed out until we reach a booth that seems to make him happy.
I slide into the back, resting my elbows on the table and waiting for him to say something as he scoots in next to me. He doesn’t seem to want to, so I break the silence instead. “So…”
“So…” He turns to me with a wide smile and I can’t help but to bite my lip in anticipation for what is coming next.
His body shifts towards me and his hand reaches out for my thigh, burning through the thick material of my jeans. “You make me so nervous, Hales.”
“Nathan…” I touch his cheek lightly, my voice confirming to both of us that we don’t need to feel nervous. We have too much history to be nervous, we’ve experienced too much together and this could be just one more step in the right direction.
He grabs my legs and pulls them over his thighs, settling me almost across his lap. I scoot forward the rest of the way, wanting to be as close to him as possible. His hands reach up, losing themselves in my hair. “I just want to kiss you again,” he whispers as he pulls me towards him.
“Then do it,” I whisper back, our lips dangerously close.
I’m not sure which one of us closes the distance, but we’re kissing again. It is even better than the first time, we’re both more sure this time that the feelings are mutual. We’re sure of ourselves and even more importantly, sure of each other. This is what we both want, this is what we both yearn for, this is what we both need.
His tongue licks across my bottom lip and I open mine wider, handing him an invitation to do just what he wants. It doesn’t take him a second thought, his tongue slides past and seeks out mine. The feeling is almost magical as they meet and I swear, fireworks were let off somewhere in the distance.
Nathan finally pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. “We gotta talk about this, Hales.”
His fingers are playing with the slight bit of revealed skin of my stomach and I have to force myself to nod through the contact. “I know we do.” It’s really the last thing I want to do. If I had it my way, we would just stay kissing for hours. I’ll never get tired of the feel of his lips against mine.
But now’s not the right time. “What was Lucas saying to you just a few minutes ago?”
“Oh, you saw that, huh?” His hand has traveled to my upper thigh, his thumb continuously rubbing against the material.
“Yeah, he looked pretty upset.”
“I don’t blame him, we all know that I’m a fuck up.”
“Hey…” I reach out and brush my fingers across his cheek. “Don’t say that because it isn’t true.”
“Yes it is, Hales. I always screw up every good thing I get involved in and I don’t want that to happen with you. I’ve had such good self control, kept myself at a certain level with you so that you wouldn’t get hurt. But lately, it’s just been way too hard to do. Every time we’re together, I’ve just wanted to kiss you senseless. Tonight, it was just too much. When we were dancing I thought I was going to come undone.”
The smile spreads across my face and he pauses at the sight of it. “I felt the same way. I’ve wanted something like this to happen for years, hell if it had gone my way we never would have broken up in middle school.”
He laughs and kisses my cheek. “Ah, the awkward years. My dad was riding my ass all the time and Lucas kept telling me it was gross that we were dating because it was really like we were all related. I never felt that way, though, I always felt like it was different with you and I.”
“Me too, but these past few years, I never thought you felt the same way.”
“I don’t blame you, I’ve done some pretty shitty things and my reasoning behind them is just plain ridiculous.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, basically just acting like a man whore.”
My head falls onto his shoulder with a giggle. “You aren’t a man whore, Nathan.”
“I said acting!” His lips brush against my forehead. “I just mean, I chased after girls a lot and I shouldn’t have. In one respect, I just wanted to try to get you out of my mind. We would go out and you would look sexy as hell, but I didn’t want to grow some balls so I would just find a random girl to hit on. I guess in the other respect, somewhere in the back of my mind, I really just wanted to make you jealous. I don’t know, maybe I was so afraid to make the first move because I thought you wouldn’t want it so in some way I was trying to push you to do it. God, that was such a wussy thing to do.”
“No it wasn’t, not at all! I completely understand because there were so many times I wanted to make a move as well. But I was just too scared that I would be rejected.”
“We screwed up, didn’t we?”
“We sure did.”
“You know, for how much of an organized freak you are, you would think you could have planned it better!” he says with a laugh.
“Hey, Mister!” I can’t help but laugh with him.
And it’s in this moment that it finally hits me. Everything is going to be okay. I can just feel it and for the first time in my life, I’m really truly happy. I’m excited, I’m nervous, I’m head over heels in love, and it all just feels perfect.
“I wish we could just get the hell out of here,” his words break through my thoughts.
I couldn’t agree with him more. My palms rest on his cheeks and I kiss him lightly on the lips. “Let’s just leave. They are all so drunk, they won’t even know we’re gone.” I kiss him again, but this time it is much deeper and his fingers find their way to my hair again, holding me against him.
He breaks the kiss only when air becomes an issue and he rests his forehead against mine, letting us each take a moment to gather our breath. “Are you sure?”
There is not an ounce of hesitation in my body as I nod. “Do you want to go to your place or mine?” Wow, did that sound as suggestive to him as it did to me? I sure as hell hope so.
“Well, considering my two roommates will probably be sleeping at your place tonight, why don’t we go to mine?” His voice is husky and the sound is killing me, it’s taking all of my self control not to jump him right now. Hell, the couple a few booths down was practically doing it, why can’t we?
I can’t stop kissing him and his hand is creeping higher on my leg. “Alright, we seriously need to leave, now.”
He nods his agreement and climbs out of the booth, reaching his hand back before leading me outside. Thankfully, we don’t pass any of our friends on the way. I couldn’t even begin to explain to them what was happening considering it still hasn’t even settled in my own head.
It doesn’t take long to hail a taxi and before I know it, we’ve arrived in front of his apartment complex. I wait patiently for Nathan as he pays the driver, even though my body is itching to just drag him from the car and up to the bedroom. I’ve been waiting forever for this night to happen, and I plan on taking full advantage of it.
We walk up the three flights of stairs and I wait again as Nathan opens up the door. I’ve been through this process so many times but it is miraculous how different it feels tonight.
“Do you want anything to drink?” Nathan asks me as he closes the door behind us and throws his keys on the coffee table.
I shake my head and smile at him, laughing at the way his hands are wringing together in front of him. Closing the distance between us, I reach forward and still them with my own, giving each palm a gentle kiss. His eyes close at the gesture and I stand up to give him a kiss on the cheek.
His arms immediately wrap around my waist, pulling me flush against him. I laugh and throw my arms around his neck, reveling in the feeling of just being close to him. It doesn’t take long for our lips to find their way back to each other, nor does it take long for the intensity to return. His fingers are fisting in my hair and mine are clawing at his back.
He begins backing us up and I feel the backs of my knees hit the couch before we tumble onto it. His body stretches against the length of mine and he shifts so that we are both on our sides.
I rotate my hips against his and he instantly moans at the friction I’ve caused. I slant my lips over his and nip at his bottom lip. His hands grip my hips tighter as my tongue traces his lip to soothe it and as he parts them for me willingly, our tongues meet in their own passionate embrace.
His hand slips below my shirt and the warmth of it against the bare skin of my stomach has me moaning into his kisses. I push forward against it, hoping he’ll read my mind and head straight where I want him to.
It’s almost amazing the way he can read my mind. Before I even have time to really think it through, his hand is cupping my breast, kneading it through the thin material of my strapless bra. His lips kiss their way to my neck, gently sucking and biting at my neck. The combination of the two feelings is unbearable.
I reach for the side zipper of my shirt, yanking it upward as the need to be rid of it overcomes me. I break away from Nathan momentarily so that I can lift if over my head and he eagerly helps me in the process.
The feeling is unbelievable. I’m laying in front of Nathan in my bra and the way he’s looking at me makes me feel so sexy. He leans forward, kissing his way slowly across my collarbone as his hands reach around my back. They begin playing with the clasp of my bra and his lips move lower, kissing the area of my breasts that are spilling over the cups of my bra. With complete ease and expertise, he removes my bra and descends his lips upon my nipple.
My back instantly arches into his mouth at the feeling of his wet hotness. The simultaneous whimper is immediate as well and my hands grip his hair, holding his mouth to me. Our legs are entwined together and I rub my thigh back and forth against his erection, wanting to give him some semblance of the pleasure he is giving me. I feel like I could come right now and it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never felt this strongly for someone and as much as it scares me, it is also the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt.
His legs tighten around mine, stilling it’s movements as his intensifies. He bites at my nipple gently before pulling it between his lips. My breathing is so labored and I can’t even believe that the sounds I’m making are actually falling from my lips.
Nathan pulls back and kisses me. “We should stop, Hales.”
“Why? The last thing I want to do is stop.” This is a night straight out of my most erotic dreams and I’m not letting the opportunity just pass right by.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
I’m not a virgin and Nathan knows it. No, the summer before college I decided to be an idiot and give it away to Aaron Casey, my boyfriend of two months. I didn’t want to go away to school without experience and feel like a complete moron. So I gave it away to someone who didn’t even really matter to me and I still regret it to this day.
The next day he had called and said he couldn’t see me anymore. I was absolutely devastated. Aaron had only dated me for one thing and I had handed it to him on a silver platter. When I got to school everyone asked me if it was true that Aaron had dumped me because I wasn’t any good in bed.
I cried for a week straight until Nathan finally got me to admit what happened. I finally went to school the next day.
Aaron Casey had a black eye and a split lip.
If only I had waited for Nathan, if only I had had enough faith. Only this feeling is so fresh and new, it’s close enough for me. “I’m completely sure, Nathan.” I’ve never been so sure about anything else in my life.
He nods and our lips meet again, the passion sparking immediately. Nathan turns me so that I’m completely on my back, his legs falling in between my own. His lips begin to travel lower, spending numerous moments on each of my breasts before going even further. He kisses my bellybutton, his tongue tracing around and around the small indent. His hands move to the button of my pants and I bite my lip in anticipation of what to come, my hands reaching out for his hair to give me some semblance of control.
He flicks the button open effortlessly, the zipper sliding down with no avail as he kisses the skin he exposes. I lift my hips to help him as he slowly peels the fabric from my body and down my legs, tossing the material somewhere over his shoulder.
The giggle is instantaneous as he grabs a hold of my ankles and pulls me to the end of the couch, my legs dangling over the side. He settles himself on his knees before me and a shiver runs down my spine at the look of pure adoration and lust in his eyes. His thumbs loop around the waistband of my underwear and he pulls them from my body.
I’ve never felt so exposed and so beautiful.
The whimper is inevitable as he hooks my legs over his shoulders and begins kissing his way up my inner thigh. I spread my legs a little wider as he gets closer to my center, but I’m not fully prepared for the touch of his thumb against my wet curls.
“Oh…” My whole body shudders at the contact.
He does it again and my reaction is the same, only this time my hips buck against his finger and beg him for more.
“You’re so wet, Hales, so wet.”
His tongue licks me once and I explode, riding out the waves of my first orgasm. The first time I had sex I was uncomfortable and nervous, there was nothing enjoyable about it. This isn’t even sex yet and it’s exhilarating. I can’t wait to actually feel him inside of me.
“God…” he whispers against my skin as he laps up my juices.
I expect him to come back and join me on the couch, but instead he slips a finger inside of me as he continues to ravish me with his tongue. He lets me get used to the feeling, slowly moving in and out, before adding another finger. My hips rise, pushing against his fingers and begging him to speed up the pace.
His fingers curl inside of me, seeking out the perfect spot. I rotate my hips against them as the feelings begin to stir inside of me again. He suddenly removes them and I’m about to complain, but as soon as I open my mouth, his tongue has taken their place. In and out, in and out. My whole body is tingling and I never want it to stop. His thumb reaches up and circles my clit.
Once, twice, third times the charm. I shout out his name as I come, tightening my muscles and shivering with delight as the feeling shoots all the way to my toes.
Nathan kisses his way back up my body and to my lips, letting me taste myself against their softness.
“You are way too dressed for this party,” I laugh against him, clawing at his shirt and helping him throw it over his head.
“We can definitely fix that, but first we need to do something else.”
He picks me up with ease and my legs immediately wrap around his waist. We make it to his bedroom without too much hassle. He only falters once when I reach my hand in between us and cup him through his jeans. It’s downright hilarious how quick his speed increases after the fact though.
He tosses me gently onto the mess of blankets that clutter his bed and he’s on top of me within seconds. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of feeling him completely surrounding me, his weight pushing me against the mattress.
“I could get used to this feeling,” I whisper against his skin.
“Good because I’m not letting you go anywhere tomorrow. Or this week, or next week, or this year.”
As if I’d even try to leave. My fingers wander up and down his back, drinking in the feel of his muscles. I seek out his lips and hold them to my, nibbling on each with an escalating intensity. I reach between us for the button of his jeans, the need to touch every part of him dictating my motions. He doesn’t fight me as I remove the article of clothing and use my feet to push it down his legs. His feet kick lightly so that the jeans fall off and pool onto the floor with a light thud.
We’re so close now. I can feel his erection throbbing against my thighs through the thin material of his boxers and more than anything else, I just want to feel him pounding deep inside of me. I reach between us again, this time slipping past the waistband of his boxers and taking hold of exactly what I want.
The guttural moan he releases spurs me on and I begin a steady pumping motion. His hips move up and down to the rhythm I’ve created, aiding me in the entire process.
“Hales…” he whispers against my neck as he leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses.
“Make love to me, Nathan.”
Love, not sex, love. If this was just about sex, we would have been finished a lot time ago. This is about love, something deep and meaningful that will stay with us for the rest of our lives. Even if all of this doesn’t work out, we’ll still have these memories and for me, that is all I could ask for.
He doesn’t need me to command again and he rolls off of me so that he can push his boxers off. He reaches out for the nightstand drawer and pulls out a foil packet, sheathing himself as I watch with interest. Before he can roll back over, I take the reins and pull myself on top of him, straddling his upper thighs.
“Good god, what a view.” Nathan laughs and pulls himself up, cradling me in his arms and attaching his lips to my neck. My hips begin to involuntarily grind against him with an obvious agenda.
“I need you, Nathan, now.”
I shift my weight to my knees, hovering over him slightly as his hands grasp onto my hips. He lowers me gently and I fight back the urge to just plunge down, joining us once and for all.
The feeling is completely out of this world when we are finally one, it’s heavenly. I take a moment to adjust to the overwhelming feeling and when I finally feel completely comfortable, I begin to move up and down.
Nathan’s fingers press into the skin of my back, holding me against him and helping me to keep my movements steady. With the skill of a veteran, he turns us over so that he is kneeling and my body is lifted slightly at an angle. His hands grip my hips harder, holding me against him so that he can pump at an increased pace.
The penetration is deeper and which each and every thrust, he pushes all the way into me. My whimpers are increasing and I can tell that the ball of pressure inside of me is slowly unwinding. He reaches forward with one hand, cupping my breast and kneading at the mound, pulling my nipple between his index finger and thumb. I watch the look of pure concentration of his face and can’t help but wonder if it mirrors my own.
I’m so unaware of everything but the slapping of our flesh together and the way the whole room seems to be spinning in the most invigorating way.
“Look at me, baby,” I know he can sense that I’m reaching the edge. All I need are a few more pushes and I’ll be a puddle of goo in his hands.
“Nathan…” his names tumbles from my lips and I hope to god that it wasn’t as weak and muffled as it sounded to me.
“I love you so much it hurts, Hales…” his words are my third undoing as he pushes the furthest into me and hits in the exact spot.
He explodes around me just seconds later, my name a mumbled groan for his lips as he stretches it for as long as possible. His body collapses beside me, pulling me against his side and kissing my forehead.
“That was…”
“Mind blowing?” I finish for him.
“Perfection.”
I smile against his chest at the words, draping my arm across him and pulling him closer to me. My lids are fighting to close and I do my best to ward off the succession of yawns that threaten to escape. The last thing I want to do right now is sleep. No, I want to have sex with Nathan Scott. Again and again until I can’t even walk and I’m forced to just stay wrapped up in his arms forever.
Nathan laughs at the way I move my hand back and forth in front of my face as a yawn finally slips past my lips. “It’s okay, Hales, sleep.”
I shake my head and curl more into his side, kissing his neck and nipping at the glistening sweat we both created.
“Hey,” he says as he takes my chin in his fingers and brushes his lips every so gently against mine. “We have the whole night ahead of us.”
It’s not necessarily a lie, but it’s not the whole truth either.
We have the rest of our lives.