This will be a two-part story, inspired by the fact Joy admitted to having 'romantic' dreams about James- which, obviously I almost died upon hearing. I'm sorry for not writing much these days- truthfully, it's been a struggle. Trying to manage my mental health and working full time drains most of my energy and any will I have to write, but I forced myself to sit down today and finally write this. I hope you enjoy it!
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Haley James was on fire, and she hoped she'd burn to her death. With every slow and tender touch, her skin turned to ash. His calloused hands were everywhere, tracing a trail of fire along her bare thighs- a contrast of steel wool rubbing silk. It was unfamiliar, but a language she so desperately wished to speak fluently. How could two palms and ten fingers create such a sensation?
Her spine arched above the sinking mattress, curving higher, almost cracking. A gasp, breathless and coated in deep pleasure, sounded through the quiet room. It was dark- the only dull light illuminating from the sliver of the moon spilling through sheer curtains- but she could still see his eyes, so blue, staring directly into her soul.
"Nathan," his name drips from her tongue like honey. It's sweet but the taste is shocking. When one of his long, slender fingers brushes across her folds like a fine-haired paintbrush, she whispers, "I can't believe we're doing this."
His fingers halt before her entrance. She practically whimpers.
"Do you want to stop?" He asks huskily. The lust in his eyes remains but becomes clouded with careful concern.
Haley's teeth nip at her lower lip, "never."
Her own hands, which were exploring the map of his bare, muscular back, glide towards his raven black hair, just long enough for her fingers to tug.
She watches Nathan's smirk bloom across his lips, sparking another ember at the base of her spine.
He crawls upwards, their bare chests press, and their thumping hearts sing a harmonious chorus.
"You're so beautiful, Haley."
Those four words are her undoing. A fervency snaps like a bolt of lightning, charing the already eclectic air with another explosive wave of heat. Haley's legs wrap around his waist, aligning him with her aching entrance.
"Please," she begs, softly. Urgently. "I need you."
Nathan blinks slowly, his smirk now a tender smile, and kisses her. "You have me."
. . .
A shrill ringing startles Haley awake with a racing heart and a burning aching feeling between her legs. Her breath is ragged as she curses herself for forgetting to shut the ringer off last night. Still, who the hell calls someone this early in the morning?
She inhales, desperate for her breathing to return to a steady rate. Sweat clings to her silk nightgown, and she groans at the stickiness.
"Hello?" she mumbles with annoyance towards whomever just rudely interrupted the hottest sex dream she'd ever had.
"Morning sunshine!" A cheery voice cries out. Haley sighs. Brooke Davis. Of course.
"You do know it's...," Haley spares a glance at her alarm clock, "8:30 in the morning, right?"
She loves her best friend, truly, but it was way too early for Brooke's antics- especially on a Saturday.
"Already? Wow, I've been up since five."
"Of course," Haley chuckled, running her hands through her hair trying to shake the feelings ignited by the dream she'd just had. She needed to focus. It was just a dream. A very interesting, sexy dream- but a dream nonetheless.
And it wasn't the first…
Nor, would she later find out, it be the last.
"Anyway, we're all going to Tric tonight to see that new band Peyton's managing. Are you in?"
"Oh, yeah, definitely," Haley said. Her heart hadn't yet finished its race, but she hoped Brooke couldn't hear the breathlessness. "But, Brooke. Couldn't you have texted me about it?"
"Yes, but now that you're up, we can get breakfast!"
"Brooke?" Haley hedged, suddenly changing the tone of the call. "I had another dream about him."
She heard her friend gasp. For a second, she regretted confessing it, because now it meant having to talk about it.
"Oh my God. What was it this time? Did he bring you breakfast in bed again?"
Haley sighed and collapsed against her pillows. She officially second-guessed her decision in telling her best friend about the dreams she'd been having about their friend- and Haley's co-worker- Nathan Scott. Last week, she dreamt they were on a romantic dinner date. Haley woke up confused by the feeling of happiness, wondering if her brain misinterpreted the dream. Then, a few nights later, she dreamt they were in bed together and he brought her breakfast and flowers. Haley had no idea what to think, and sought Brooke's counsel. She was just looking for her to tell her it was normal, but apparently Brooke thinks of it as a sign they're meant to be together. Haley can only imagine what Brooke will say when she tells her about last night's imaginaryl romp in the sack.
"It was a full blown sex dream," Haley spoke quickly and quietly, hoping Brooke might not even hear her. When she screamed into her ear, she knew that was not the case.
"Oh my God, you guys had sex?'
"It was a dream, Brooke. It's not real."
"How was it? I bet he's huge."
"Once again, Brooke, it was a dream. I don't actually know what his penis looks like."
"Ok, but give me the details!" She squealed, "you can't tell me you had a sex dream about Nathan and not give me the details!"
"Why does it matter? It's not like it was real."
"Are you blushing, Haley James? It sounds like you're blushing."
Haley laughed loudly, "that doesn't make sense."
"Spill!"
"Fine, fine," she bit her lip and revealed the content of the dream, feeling the stirring return to her core. What the hell did it mean?
"Damn, that sounds hot. I'm sorry for interrupting you. Sounds like you were just getting to the good part."
Haley exhaled heavily. Her frustration swelled inside of her like an ever-expanding balloon, "I shouldn't be having these dreams."
"How do you feel about it?"
"I don't know. Confused," she gnawed on her lip and picked at the imaginary link on her silk sheets. "I mean, it's Nathan! It's- I shouldn't be dreaming about him. Especially not like this."
"Do you think you have feelings for him?"
Haley sighed again, "I don't know. It's probably just because I'm single and we've been spending a lot of time together at work, and sure, yeah, I find him attractive. Like, really attractive, but that shouldn't mean anything!"
"You should tell him."
"Tell him what?"
"That you had a sex dream about him."
"Are you insane?" Haley laughed. There's no way Brooke was serious.
"Why not? You're both adults. Maybe you should just sleep with him and see if it's as good as the dream."
Haley flushed a shade deeper than red, "no way. Absolutely not. I'm not doing that."
"Oh, come on," Brooke pushed. "Why not?"
"Because!" Haley cried indignantly, "he'll think I'm a freak."
"No he wouldn't. It's like every guy's fantasy for a hot girl to have a sex dream about them."
"Yeah, and I'm sure his girlfriend would love to hear it too," Haley mumbled bitterly.
"His girlfriend? I thought he broke up with Andrea last month."
"He did but she called him at the office last week," Haley said solemnly.
"So what? That doesn't mean anything."
"They're probably getting back together and I don't want to get in the way of that."
"Well, for what it's worth, I still think you should tell him- or at the very least, get into his pants."
"Brooke!" Haley huffed, "please don't say anything, okay?"
"I won't, Hales. I promise. You have my word."
Haley sighed with relief, "thank you."
"But if you change your mind, he will be there tonight…" Haley could practically hear the smirk in her friend's voice.
"Trust me, Brooke," she started, "Nathan will never find out."
At least, that was the plan…