AUTHORS NOTE: Picture me as old Rose from Titanic, lamenting how it's been 84 years... since I last updated this story. I truly am sorry for the wait. I promise that I haven't given up on this fic, it's just my brain is fighting to write it, as I have another story I'm so excited to write and I just want to get to that first! But I know I've got to finish this one before I start something else, so I'm persevering.
Anyway, things get a little steamy in this chapter. I've tried to tone it down a lot so it's not too explicit - I just feel that it fits the story a bit better compared to how I usually write sexy Naley - but just a warning in case you're not into that sort of thing (weirdo... just kidding... sort of).
Thank you so much to those that have reviewed while I disappeared for half a year, urging me to continue. The motivation really helped, I promise! And thank you as always to NaleyWriter23 for putting up with me. The best thing to come out of this pandemic is her Naley Quarantine series - go check it out (and wish her a happy birthday for the other day while you're at it!)
"You were right... two strippers were enough."
"They were perfect. The whole night was perfect."
"I think Brooke had a good time," Haley mused. From the way her friend was twirling herself around one of the metal poles in the middle of the room, Haley knew the bachelorette party had been a success. Brooke had screamed indignantly then delightedly after two men escorted her out of her store and into the waiting limo filled with her friends, stripping off their police uniforms to reveal tanned, oiled torsos and tiny thongs. The girls had gone for cocktails and a pole dancing class before finding themselves at a strip club - where a vivacious, drunken Brooke Davis had stolen the show. Now just Haley and Peyton remained, sipping on sangria while the bride-to-be practiced her new moves onstage while the surrounding, scantily-clad women encouraged her. Haley's head bobbed along to the music playing; she felt buzzed and knew she was drunk, but not uncontrollably so.
"Best. Party. Ever!" Brooke's voice screeched in Haley's ear as she threw herself into a vacant seat at the bar. "You guys are the best!"
Haley reached out at the last moment to steady her friend's chair - the more Brooke drank, the more exaggerated her movements and louder her voice became.
"You've got some sexy moves there, Brooke!"
The brunette tipped her head back and laughed deviously. "It was the best! Lucas is going to blow his..."
Clamping her hands over her ears, Haley started to sing loudly. "La, la laaaa, I can't hear you..."
Peyton joined in on the laughter. "Yeah, remember Davis - your future husband isn't a red-blooded man according to his best friend over here."
"Speaking of future husbands, what is he up to tonight?" Haley interrupted, her brow furrowing as she realized she hadn't heard about Lucas's plans.
"They just had a few drinks at Tric and then played some poker at Keith and Karen's".
Haley's eyebrows dipped down further. "Really? That's all? I thought Nathan would have had them flying to Vegas with hoards of strippers or something..."
"And that's exactly why Keith is Lucas's best man and not Nathan!" Brooke crowed.
"Wait, what?" Haley's inebriation overbalanced her and she grabbed at the edge of the bar to stop herself from sliding into Brooke's lap as she hurriedly turned towards her. "Keith? Keith is Luke's best man? I thought he said he Nathan was!"
"I think it's sweet," Peyton spoke up. "I know Keith was always going to be up there with Luke, but it's nice to have that special honor after all they've been through."
"But... but... You're her maid of honor!" Haley stabbed a finger in the blonde's direction, scandalized. "So you'll be walking down the aisle with the best man!"
Peyton and Brooke shared a smirk. "And you'll be walking down the aisle with Nathan!"
Haley groaned and thumped her head onto the bar, the wine swirling through her veins insulating her from any pain. "I swear, I have the worst friends in the world."
"Aww, you love us, Teacher Girl!" Haley felt herself being pulled into a bear hug by Brooke, the smell of her perfume and fruity alcohol filling her nose. Once she was returned upright, she saw the wicked grin on her friend's face.
"Plus, I was there for Nathan's suit fitting and that boy sure knows how to rock Hugo Boss. You'll be thanking me when you see him."
Haley groaned again as Brooke and Peyton's laughter sounded over her head. It wasn't hard to imagine Nathan in his suit, his blue eyes vibrant against the dark jacket that would show off his broad shoulders...
"Hell, I think every female guest at your wedding will be thanking you," Peyton piped up from the other side of Haley.
"On that note," Haley spoke up loudly, in an attempt to banish the screeching, drunken giggling around her, "I think we should get going."
"Sounds good to me," Brooke slurred. "I can't wait to show Lucas my new dance moves... and what's under this dress..."
Their exit from the bar and trip in the cab was filled with squeals and laughter, and it wasn't until Haley stumbled through her front door that she realized how drunk she actually dumped her keys on the counter and pulled her phone out of her purse as she kicked off her heels and headed towards her room, where she fought with the side zipper of her dress. The purple silk fabric slithered off her shoulders and down her legs until she was standing in front of her closet in her underwear..
Throwing herself onto her bed, Haley wasn't sure if it was her level of intoxication or her feelings for Devil12 that caused the ripple of excitement as she spied a MetYet notification on her screen. She rolled onto her back as she thumbed her phone open.
Hey you, what are you up to?"
Her blood felt much hotter as it pulsed through her veins and Haley felt sexy and wanton lying among her pillows, bare except for a couple of pieces of thin lace. Throwing much more than caution into the wind, she quickly typed, Just lying in bed in my underwear.
Devil's message had been sent several hours ago, but it felt like only a second later when his response was buzzing in her hand. Is that right? Gotta say, I picked you for more of a nightgown girl. Or maybe some cute striped pajamas.
Well I gotta say I'm disappointed your fantasies are so boring, she tapped out. Tonight it's a purple lace bra and a black thong.
Oh my dear Halo, my fantasies are never boring. But I'm not complaining over your input...
"Mmmm!" Haley moaned out loud to her empty room - Catsby had soundlessly and indignantly trotted out to the lounge the minute she'd haphazardly thrown herself onto her bed. Her blood still felt like lava flowing through her veins and she squeezed her thighs tightly, desperate to feel some friction on her aching core. It had been a long, long time since she had felt so sexy and desired. She wasn't a prude and she had desires just like the next woman, but her search for a serious boyfriend hadn't provided her with body with much attention. Lifting her phone above her head, she took a photo, the loud shutter noise breaking the silence around her. When she looked at the screen again, her phone had captured the swells of her bra-clad breasts, the pale skin of her stomach and the small black triangle of her thong that appeared just before her legs stretched to the edge of her screen.
She was drunk, she knew that, but not so much that she didn't appreciate the gravity of her actions. Her face wasn't in the photo, and the lighting in her room wasn't that great, anyway, but the image was enough to send her heart galloping. Haley didn't know how these things worked, but everything about Devil had brought her into new territory. Everything with him had been new, fun and terrifying. Why would this be any different? She needed to know what would happen next.
She attached the photo to the new message and pressed send.
"Holy shit!"
Across town, Nathan sat bolt upright in bed. There had been no warning from his phone that the message from Halo23 was going to send him into a near cardiac arrest. His head had been swimming with images associated to the words she had recently typed, and it took him a minute to comprehend that the photo that appeared on his screen wasn't simply a figment of his imagination.
"Shiiiiiit..." he whispered, eyes darting over every pixel as he tried to take everything in at once. True to her word, purple lace engulfed Halo23's breasts, edged with strips of shiny satin. They were large - not freakishly or unnaturally so, but soft and curvy even though she was clearly lying on her back. The pale, exposed expanse of skin below her bra looked tantalizingly soft and all Nathan wanted to do was run his hands and lips over it. Halo's hips had twisted slightly off the bed, giving him a clear view of her curves and the black strip of what was clearly the previously mentioned thong.
This woman was perfection.
He wasn't sure if half a minute had passed or half a year, but the small amount of functioning brain he possessed told him he had to reply straight away. A girl sends you near-nudes, he wasn't about to keep her hanging. He tried to still his shaking hands as he typed, his replies a flash of thought as they appeared in his brain.
You are so beautiful.
You look perfect.
I wish I could touch you.
Ordinarily, he'd be afraid of coming on too strong or acting inappropriately, but Halo23 had been a constant in his thoughts since they'd started talking and the image of her lying across her bed dressed like that had burned all of his senses. He'd forgotten the headache he'd been suffering from since his last test, how his face had hurt from laughing and joking with Lucas and their friends earlier in the evening at his brother's bachelor party, how much he'd been thinking about agreeing to be friends with Haley and wondering if it could be possible... everything disappeared as he stared, transfixed at his iPhone.
I wish you could touch me, too. If you were here, what would you want to do to me?
Nathan's mouth was as dry as the Sahara, but he forced down a swallow as he took in Halo's words. He was desperate to slow himself down, remember this was real, his Halo23 who he wanted a chance with. She hadn't seemed like the type of girl who'd initiate phone sex - or whatever was happening right now - and Nathan sure as hell wasn't going to turn this opportunity down, but he knew he had to go slow.
I thought I was the Devil... you're killing me here, Halo.
Her response had his phone pinging within seconds. Can't angels be a little bad sometimes?
He couldn't wait anymore, that was the only green light he was waiting for. He fired back, Hell yeah they can. I want to touch your breasts, see if they're as soft as they look. Pinch your nipples between my fingers... I wonder if you like that.
His hand had eased beneath the elastic of his boxers without him noticing, and it was only when his hardness was gripped tightly in his fist did he comprehend just how aroused he really was.
Mmm... I love that. Pinch them harder, Devil. Pinch them hard and use your tongue to make it all better.
"Fuck..." Nathan groaned out loud. With his right hand - because he'd learnt from an early age how to dribble with both hands - he scrolled past the last few messages back up to Halo23's photo. He could just make out a tinge of pink between the spiderweb of the lace of her bra. It didn't take much imagination for him to see her sprawled out beneath him, purple bra discarded and her hands clutching his head to her chest.
You taste so good, Angel. I want to lick you everywhere.
God Devil, you're making me so wet.
Nathan groaned again. With one hand still on his phone, he swiped to the camera app and took a photo to attach to his MetYet message. The bulge that was gripped in his left fist was evident.
I know, baby. Can you see how hard I am for you? Tell me you're touching yourself.
Half a minute later, a new photo appeared on his screen, almost identical to the first one Halo had sent, except for an arm snaking down her stomach, a strip of black fabric rising from between her legs as fingers disappeared under her underwear.
I'm so jealous of your fingers.
Pretend they're mine, Halo.
Put them inside you. Pump fast.
Nathan continued the steady pumping of his left hand as he rapidly fired his heated instructions to Halo23. He'd engaged in an incomprehensible number of hot and explicit actions over his life, but what felt like the first time, he was focused on his partner, despite the fact that he had no idea who she was. Every thought running through his mind was to bring the woman behind Halo23 the most pleasure she'd ever experienced. Engaging in in this type of phone sex was single-handedly the hottest thing Nathan had ever done and he was determined she enjoy the experience as much as he was.
I'm pretending you're inside of me, Devil. I'm so wet for you and you're so big, filling me up completely.
Her words sent a jolt to the base of his spine and he could feel his entire body tensing, the need to release tightening his muscles and heating his veins.
Faster, baby. I'm so close. Nathan's thumb managed to negotiate the keys blindly as he sucked air into his lungs, desperate to hold off his release.
It's been a long time since anyone has made me feel like this, Devil.
I'm almost there.
Bright spots were appearing behind Nathan's eyes as pleasure filled every crevice, his hands shaking as he typed as fast as he could with one hand. That's it, Angel. Come for me.
His thumb had barely hit the 'send' button before he exploded. His eyes screwed up and mouth opened to release a low groan as his hand and stomach was hit with his creamy warmth. Nathan felt his body shudder repeatedly until his orgasm subsided at last. He'd had some relief earlier in the week in his shower, but the intensity of experiencing everything with Halo23 made it feel like he hadn't had a release in months. He could feel his heart thumping loudly and hear the ragged sounds of his breathing before the world finally seemed to silence.
Nathan retrieved his phone from where he'd dropped it on the sheets, eager to see what had happened to Halo. There was another photo, and the message thank you. Grinning to himself, he watched as the photo loaded. Halo's hips were arched high off the bed, and Nathan could see by the way her hand was angled that she had her fingers buried deep inside her. He could make out a small, trimmed patch of brown curls and his body, still coming down from the reaches of his orgasm, stirred again at the sight of it.
He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have contact with this woman, who could bring him to climax from the other end of the phone. Someone who was so kind and seemed to take away his all his worries just by reading and responding to his messages, who could so easily bring a smile to his face. He had resigned himself to never having that feeling again after he had left Haley, and his fame and career had simply made connecting to another woman that much more difficult, but Halo23 had surpassed his wildest expectations.
You're welcome. The pleasure was all mine, trust me ;-)
He was still grinning as he eased himself off the bed and went to wash up. His mind was made up, a kind of certainty had locked itself in place and for the first time in a long time, Nathan felt zero fear or uncertainty.
Returning to his bed, he sent one last message to Halo23 before switching his phone off and tossing it on the table beside him. His body and mine peaceful and sated, he drifted off to sleep.
Not too far from Nathan's house by the beach, Haley's body felt boneless as she found herself dozing off, still on top of the covers, her bra off-kilter and her underwear soaked. She couldn't remember the last time she'd ever felt like this - if she ever had at all. The same bold, wanton feeling Devil12 inspired in her had left her feeling peaceful and well and truly satisfied. She felt no shame or embarrassment for what she had just done with a virtual stranger, although Devil wasn't a stranger to her, not really. He was funny and sweet, and from the look of his body from his photo, sexy as hell.
She knew she should get up to remove her makeup, clean herself up and get into her pajamas (Devil12 had been right - her oversized cotton nightgown was folded under her pillow waiting for her), but she was too happily exhausted to move. It was only the feel of her phone vibrating against her leg that gave her enough energy to sit up so she could see the screen.
The words that appeared sent a sour taste of panic into Haley's mouth and suddenly she felt wide awake, as if she'd received an electric shock. Feeling indecent, she hastily adjusted her bra and threw her bathrobe over her near-naked body as she read the words again, fear chilling her previously overheated body and raising goosebumps along her skin.
I want to meet you in person.