Bad Brownies
By Grace (purplemud)
Disclaimers: Me don't own. Standard disclaimers apply.
Pairings: Naley
Summary: Taylor's special brownie + Naley
Spoilers: Season 7
There are plans and then there are plans. But if you're Nathan Scott, every time there is any sort planning involved, nothing ever goes right. Take for example his very first attempt at trying to seduce Haley James.
Well, okay, technically, in a most roundabout way, that went well. In fact, it's about the only thing in his life that had gone perfectly in an unplanned way. All the rest are a series of mishaps and a long list of lapses in judgment. Most of them, admittedly, have something to do with trusting hoe bags such as Rachelle, the Psycho Nanny and the latest of that series of skanks, She Who Shall Remain Nameless.
Miraculously, Haley forgives him for all of his shortcomings. This is why Nathan is hell bent on making it up to her. In all the ways that he could.
So tonight, after the spending the weekend with his son (and being practically forced to man-bond with this Julian guy – Haley's idea, Brooke's term) he had dropped Jamie off at Skills, determined to spend some serious quality time with his wife.
Perfect, simple, no-fuss plan. Nothing could absolutely go wrong with letting Jamie spend the night with Skills and then surprising his wife when he pounces on her on their bed. Or maybe at the shower. Or the pool. All of those options can only lead to good things and in fact, by the time he entered their house, Nathan's already imagining the many things he'd like to do to her and with her, which involves mostly hot, married sex. He's also looking forward to just sitting with her and soaking in the calm, peaceful, blissful, happy married life. In no particular order, whichever comes first.
What he didn't count on is finding his usually sensible wife sitting Indian style on top of their kitchen counter, a mass of unruly after-sex bed hair crowning her head. Those luscious big sexy waves and seemingly innocent, and yet undeniably sexy, errant curls framing her face. This of course, for the record, never fails to turn him on.
Nathan takes in the delicious sight of her. His eyes hungrily roaming all over her outfit of choice: old boxer shorts (his) and itty bitty tank top. This also, for the record, never fails to turn him on.
Let's be honest, everything about his wife turns him on. He is so attuned to her that it takes Nathan a second to realize three things:
One, Haley isn't wearing a bra.
Two, she hasn't noticed his arrival yet.
And three, she's dangling a piece of chocolate brownie inches from her mouth.
This is even better than anything that he had ever imagined.
Leaning against the door frame, Nathan watches silently, feeling the all too familiar mix of amused-fondness and raging horniness that only Haley can inspire surging right through him. His feels his throat suddenly becoming bone dry as Haley pops a relatively huge piece of brownie inside her mouth. She tilts her head, exposing the soft white delicate line of her throat.
She's a sexy little thing, his Haley and Nathan can feel something stirring at the bottom of his stomach as his wife makes familiar mewling, satisfied noises. She starts chewing slowly, savoring the taste and then after pausing for a second, groans out loud, as though in ecstasy.
Nathan shivers in anticipation.
The first thing that goes to his mind is how perfectly things are turning out for tonight.
Well, okay, not exactly. That was the second thing that went to his mind. The first thing was: my wife is so fucking sexy.
In hindsight, Nathan should have known. He is after all, Nathan Scott and he should have known that something is bound to happen that will ruin this moment. He should not have even dared to think that way – the things being perfect part, not his wife being so fucking hot, because if there's anyone who is allowed to think that way, it's him. Just him.
But going back to his second thought, his mind instantly flashes back on their senior prom many, many nights ago when he'd told Haley that they need to stop saying the Phrase That Shall Never Be Uttered Out Loud. Ever.
It's a preemptive, mocking little exclamation that the Scotts are not allowed to say or even think about.
Of course he forgets his own advice.
Smirking, he takes a step towards his wife and promptly trips on a baseball bat (what the fuck?). He inevitably falls down flat on his ass, hitting his head on the floor and right at that very instant, Nathan knows that tonight will not go as planned.
The last thing he hears is Haley's startled yell and then everything went black.
~tbc~
Author's note: Okay. That was short. The second chapter will be coming soon. I promise. I know I haven't been updating any of my other fics. And I hadn't been on line for such a long time. It's been a hectic year. So many changes and... life suddenly coming at ya... so there. I hope that this first chapter did not suck as much as I think that it did... but I promise this actually has a story. Sort of. I think. Thank you so much for reading this itty-bitty chapter. More to come soon. Well, 2 more chapters maybe.