Whatever I start stories when I shouldn't, but this one was literally itching to get out. I've never done anything but LP romance, so doing an all out Brooke and Nathan fic is uncharted waters. I'm definitely nervous for the feedback. I love Nathan and Haley, and Haley in general, but this fic… might not represent that. I just needed to try something new. There will be slight LP. And heavy BP friendship.

AL - You're my partner (not lover) now and forever. Don't you ever try and claim you're not. You help me all the time. MW - you know what you do. Songs, ranting, bouncing ideas off of you. I love you both.

And here we go…

And when that light shines on you
You know it soothes my soul
Finding time to lose with you
Is water in the dust bowl

The first time they'd ever been together, it had been a tangled mess of limbs, drunken murmurs, and fast, quick thrusts. There were no lingering touches, or sensual kisses on the neck - no longing gazes or sweet movements.

But this time - this second time they've joined as one - it's all that and more. He stops to press his lips softly into hers, while moving steadily above her. She runs her fingers delicately, then roughly in transition, over the hard muscles rippling beneath his back. Their legs are entangled, and breathy moans are escaping her mouth, as his breathing is staccato, accentuated by a grunt here and there.

At one point, his movements completely halt - and her heart freezes in fear, his mind can't change right now, they can't quit, she's too far gone - but that emotion is squelched as he leans down to interlock their lips. A slow and sensual kiss, his tongue lightly pressing into hers. She opens her eyes as he pulls away, and for a moment she wonders when the boy she'd known her whole life, had become this strong, grown up man.

Her subconscious reminds her that a man, doesn't cheat. She locks her eyes shut, and fights the lingering guilt.

He stops to gaze down at the brunette beauty and he recalls a time when she was strong willed and independent. She never needed anyone to lean on. He wonders when she became so vulnerable and withdrawn - but his heart soars when he remembers that he's the one helping to put the pieces of her back together.

His subconscious reminds him that he's not free to do that for her. He shouldn't be the man that comforts her. And certainly not like this. He locks his eyes shut and buries his face into the place where her neck and shoulder meet, burying the guilt along with the gesture.

His hands entwine with hers to bring their fingers to rest above their heads. His movements are slow, but still powerful; her body is shaking, and she wants desperately to bring her hands back down and grip onto something, anything - preferably him - but the position she's been put in is too damn sexy, and she finds that her mouth won't open on it's own volition.

Instead of reacting with words, her body does the talking - she propels her hips forward unexpectedly, matching his thrusts. He's momentarily thrown off, and his head lolls back, trying to gain some sense of structure, but she's just thrown his whole body into a frenzy; every nerve ending is lit on fire. Receiving the response she was looking for, she keeps the pace going, meeting him thrust for thrust, causing them both to bite their lips in pure unadulterated pleasure.

She'd be lying if she said she hadn't had her fair share of sex. Good sex, at that. But with him, it goes beyond that - anything she's ever felt. He anticipates what she wants and needs without ever having to hear the words; even better, he anticipates what she wants, but keeps her hanging on the edge - he teases her senses, and when she's about ready to scream in agony, he takes the plunge, and the scream comes out as one of intense, heady, bliss. They fit together in a way they hadn't been able to recognize that first time. It's shocking, but really… it isn't.

When he was younger, he'd gotten around. It was something he used to be proud of in his naïve days, but as he got older he realized how foolish he'd been. However, it helped to make him into the lover he was today, and to be able to be with this amazing woman writhing beneath him. He's slept with the same woman since he was 17, though - as much as he's pushing her to the back of his mind at this moment - and he never imagined he'd ever be with another woman. But now, being with her, this other woman - he's officially made her into the other woman, and he does hate himself for it - he can't imagine that anything else has ever felt this perfect. His heart hammers in his chest at this revelation.

"I can't hold out much longer," she whimpers, her voice as raspy as ever in the dark room.

He places a kiss to her jaw, and then leans up and over her to press one on her forehead. "Then don't. Let it go. Let go, baby."

She places a lone finger under his chin and tilts it so that their eyes are piercing into each other. "I don't want this to end."

His heart clenches and he wants to make a thousand different promises - this is only the the beginning, it will never end, you and I could never have an end. But he knows he can't, he wants to - but on top of being a cheater, he'd be a liar. He can't handle one more indiscretion.

She recognizes the emotions playing on his face, and she knows he can't make any promises. If she's honest with herself, neither can she.

So he says nothing, and she nods her head in acceptance. He sweeps down for one last kiss, before he feels himself falling over the edge.

"Oh God… Brooke," he murmurs into her ear, not able to hold himself back.

She lets out a soft cry of "Nathan," before she falls over the inevitable cliff, nails digging into his shoulders, unable to contain herself.

Once their names are spoken, it's like the spell that's been cast over them has broken. After their breathing has regained a semblance of normalcy and they've ridden out the pleasurable waves, she awkwardly pushes against his chest, signaling for him to move. As soon as he's left her body, she feels empty once more.

Not feeling her body underneath his finds him torn between crying for the loss of her - and crying for the loss of the life he once knew.

Brooke Davis has just slept with one of her best friend's husband.

Nathan Scott has just cheated on his wife with one of her best friends.

In this moment in time, neither can remember a time in their lives when they've felt so lost - but yet somehow, entirely found.

Your kisses are so sweet and slow
It feels alright as long as nobody knows

Let me know what you think!