A/N I own nothing! One Tree Hill belongs to MS and I wish I owned Nathan or Brooke.
Story - Basically this picks up at the beginning of Season 7. Brooke has just found out her mom was in a accident and is dead. She left LA without a word to Julian and is now at home.
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A sharp knock on her door is what finally tore her out of her daydream, she sighs and wipes the tears that have fallen so freely onto her cheeks.
Her mom was dead, and her last memory of her mother was a good one, at least. She had been stood only four hours ago in COB with her arms wrapped firmly around her mother and now she was gone.
Finally reaching the door, she slowly pulls it open and comes face to face with probably the last person she expected to see on her doorstep right now "Hey Nate, Come on in." she mutters softly as she closes the door behind him "...whats up?"
He studies her face eagerly and without a moments thought his arms wrap tightly around her waist and pull her off her feet into his chest. She is shocked, to say the least, but immediatly settles against him and places her face into the crook of his neck "I'm so sorry, Brooke. We heard...about.." He whispers against her ear and places her gently back on her feet "...How are you doing?"
"Ive been better.." She whispers and he reaches his hand out to cup her cheek, gently stroking her jaw-line with his thumb. Her face moves into his hand and she lifts hers to lay ontop of his much larger one.
"Can I do anything?.," He asks lovingly, with his palms both cupping her softly skin now "...anything at all, Brooke." She winces slightly, that is exactly what Julian had said before she left LA "Call me if you need anything, anything at all, Brooke."
"Cou-Could you maybe stay with me tonight? Please?" Her tone breaks his heart, he never imagined seeing Brooke so vulnerable.
"Uh-" He stutters until he notices a fresh tear running towards his hand "Yeah, sure....."
She breathes in a sigh of relief and settles into his open arms again, her cheek firmly pressed to his chest "Thank you."
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It must have been two hours since he last heard her speak. He knows she is awake, the small sniffles and sharp intakes of breath are a big give away that she is crying silently. His grip tightens effortlessly on her waist as he continues to hold her from behind, her body seeming tiny in comparison to her bed size. His eyes drift closed against the pillow until her tiny voice causes them to flash open...
"Nate?" She turns in his arms until she comes to face him, her forehead leaning against his now "Are you sure it's okay for you to be here?"
Typical Brooke, Always thinking of others when she is the most in need. He uses his thumb to wipe away some fallen tears from her cheek and slowly nods his head, lifting to kiss just above her eyebrow "Yeah...Its fine." His voice is hoarse and almost as quiet as her tiny tone.
She smiles a small dimple-less smile and he is glad she made the effort to look a little happier. His hand gently rubs the exposed skin between her vest top and jeans, reassuring her that he isn't going anywhere tonight.
"Tell me something..." She demands softly "Distract me.." Her body snuggles further into his and she moves her small hands around his back, holding his warm body to hers.
"I-I got in the NBA..." He shrugs and her whole face lights up immediately, her hands moving around his neck and hugging him. He rubs her back tightly and smiles into her hair.
"That's amazing, Nate. WOW." Her chin rests on his shoulder and she turns her head slightly, moving her face into his hair "I'm so proud of you, Scott."
"Thanks...I just got called up this morning.." He knows he should probably let her go now, or at least pull back enough for her to see his face but he is suddenly scared of looking into those beautiful hazel eyes. Her skin feels so warm against his.
Reluctantly she pulls back and their eyes meet into a strong, locked gaze as she lays her head back against her pillow.
"You know, there should be a rule against that..." Nathan mutters as he points to her tear streaked face, she scrunches up her nose and gives him a 'what the hell are you babbling about, Scott'look. He chuckles and rubs his finger gently under her swollen eyes "..Tears should never have to escape eyes as beautiful as yours."
Her face turns a light shade of pink and she looks down, after a moments pause her eyes lift slowly to meet his again and rolls them effortlessly "Stop being a dork, Scott."
He shakes his head and lets his hand wonder down her neck and over her arm "I'm not. Just stating the obvious." His whisper sends a shiver hurtling down her spine and she shifts her whole body towards him, hand resting against his chest again now.
"Thank you." She smiles another half smile and places a light kiss against his cheek, lifting her head off the pillow for only a second. This movement suprises him and his hand tightens on her shoulder, pulling her full against him.
Their lips are inches apart as his nose grazes hers over and over again.
"Feeling any better?" Stupid question, Nate. Real smooth. His lips touch the tip of her nose then either side of her face, before hovering at her lips for the second time.
She sighs deeply and slowly nods her head "Yeah. Thanks." Her whisper is almost breathless as her lips peck his ever so softly. Pulling her head back, she takes his blank expression and realises how normal this all feels. Her mind drifts to her best friend, Haley. Slamming her eyes shut, she moves completely from his embrace and lays on her back.
"I'm sorry." He mutters, not feeling a drop of regret from his actions. "You're vulnerable, Brooke..." Her head turns towards him again and she shakes her head repeatedly.
"It's my fault. I was looking for comfort and you are here." She returns her gaze to the ceiling and Nathan's next move leaves her completely stunned and unable to mutter a word. His whole body is pressed firmly ontop of hers and his lips are stubbornly attached to her neck.
When she begins to push him away, he slows down his force and moves his mouth to her ear "Let me help you forget, Brooke. It's all I can do..."
She freezes, hands both on his shoulders, and pushes him far enough to meet his gaze. "I--" Her voice is cracking as all reasons for this not to happen flash through her mind. He bends his head, Lips meeting hers in a grasp so strong that she lifts off the bed to meet his eager kiss.
His left hand grips her thigh as the right holds him up above her. She looses her control when he slips his tongue past her lips and deepens the kiss, a small moan escaping from deep in her throat. Its obvious to him that this is exactly what she needs and that she doesn't plan on making a run for it now.
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