He slipped off his shoes and made sure to drop his socks in the hamper Haley'd put in the closet when she moved in- the last time he'd forgotten she'd scolded him for 10 minutes straight, and though he found that kind of a turn on, he didn't want the majority of their sex life to revolve around his dirty socks.
He eased open the door of their bedroom, not sure if Haley would be asleep yet or not. She was sitting on the bed, her history book spread across her knees, and when he walked in, she looked up and peered at him, squinting in the dim light. He never would have thought he'd find bookishness, or squinting, sexy, but that face was another turn on he had to attribute to the Haley factor.
The look that came onto her face was positively wicked. She looked him up and down and suddenly Nathan was pretty sure that history book hadn't had her full attention.
"Tim went home?"
"Yep."
Normally, he would have crossed the bedroom in seconds, but something about that look- beyond the arousing aspect- made him uneasy.
"Nathan?"
"Yeah?"
"I was just thinking, about that thing we did, with your uniform. I assume you remember that thing..." she trailed off, her expression shifting from devious to somewhere between nervous and atwitter, as she began twisting her hands.
"I remember," he said, smiling instantly at the memory.
"Um, well, the thing is..."
Nathan moved closer to the bed, as always, finding himself caught up in her moods- in this case, her unease. He wasn't sure he wanted to get caught in whatever else she had in mind.
"Could you, maybe, try on the girlscout uniform?"
"What?!"
"Don't you 'What?' me," she began, her voice growing in volume, meekness forgotten " I thought we agreed that we would be open to things-"
"I had no way of knowing 'things' would include me in a skirt!"
"Well, alright," she said, sounding almost contrite. Almost. "But I can't help it if the idea of your legs in that skirt keep me up all night..."
He was freaked out by this. He definitely was, he thought as he stood in the bathroom, yanking the skirt up over his legs. The fact that his wife had a thing for girls in plaid skirts was...ooh, Haley and girls, in plaid skirts...
Dressed in the uniform, again, thankfully sans Tim, Nathan slowly edged out of the bathroom. Haley was still on the bed, a slow smile spreading across her face. Her tastes in bedroom activities were still surprising him. Despite being inexperienced, she was willing to improvise, and practiced to hone her skills with a dedication that put the Tree Hill basketball team to shame (he hesitated for a minute to shake off the mental images of team practices that conjured up). It was like that bossy girl on the show she liked to watch, Gilmore something, had said- it's always the quiet looking ones that blow the roof off the barn.
"Like the look."
"Haley, I don't know about this..."
She strolled over to him, taking her time, evil grin still firmly in place. She ran the tips of her fingers along his bare legs, leaning in to lick the nape of his neck, trailing her tongue down under the collar of his polo shirt. She scrapped her teeth over the spot near his collarbone that she'd recently learned sent thrills akin to sparks through his entire body. Weak all over, and without words to protest his attire any longer, Nathan found himself tackled on the bed.
Haley straddled him, and resumed kissing his neck, working her way up toward his ear. Shifting back so she pressed just so, she leaned over, grabbing the card and holding it out to him with a flourish.
"Read it."
"There is no way..."
She shifted her pelvis again, rocking ever so lightly.
"Read."
"Dear Mr. or Mrs. Tree Hill resident..."