A/N I'm still sick and I'm sorry for taking such a long time with this chapter. Between having the flu and cramming for school (which I shouldn't be going) it's just hard. Although I do hope you enjoy the effort I put forth in this. Review like crazy people!!! It will be greatly appreciated!

Chapter

Sexual Professional

Peyton looked at the sleeping figure…

In life, Peyton learned that you either win or loose. Nothing is stronger than fate and if fate doesn't want you with a person, expect fate to have its way.

She sighed and brushed a stray eyelash from his cheek, watching him slightly steer at the gentle touch. Smiling, she leaned as close as she could to him; so close that she could taste the air he was breathing. Lightly, she pressed her lips against his neck. Familiar smells started to overwhelm her mind, as she smiled in satisfaction. She watched as a smile also crept over his lips, slowly but surely.

Feeling him pressed against her, she deeply exhaled and all rational behavior drifted away within her even breaths.

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"Nice." She whispered; eyes still shut due to the recurring touch.

He started to smile, leaned in again, this time more into it. He ran his hand up the side of her dress and into her hair. Caressing her body with the other hand, while teasing, biting and sucking on her lips.

He let his tongue glide passionately against her lower lip, asking for further acknowledgement.

She moaned softly, lips pressed against his. Opening her mouth to grant him access, access to what they both craved.

He groaned, as she let her hands explore, grasp him closer against her, so close that there was no space between his man hood and her essence.  The only annoying gap between them was over classy clothes and the fact that they couldn't part their lips long enough to take them off. Although they were still utterly close, and she persisted in grinding her hips against his, making it way harder to concentrate on anything beside…sex.

He stifled a moan, as Brooke started to snap off the buttons of his pants; bringing him ever so close to pure pleasure.

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"I just…" She paused, bringing her hand to the side of her face. "What went wrong?"

"I don't know." He sighed, shifting his position on the bed. "It's like, after you lost the baby, everything hit its climax and ended."

She chuckled dryly, "Nathan, its so weird."

"I guess we could never face each other." He shrugged, a frown on his lips.

"I had this intense…" She started, looking in his eyes and asking permission to go on. It was obviously granted by a nod and light smile. "Hatred for you."

"I kind of figured."

She looked at the ceiling, as if it could give her answers her heart desired. "Every time I seen you, all I could think was that all along you never loved me."

"I always did." He said simply.

"I just don't know." She stifled an exaggerated sigh, "You didn't want the baby and all I could do was cuss about how you were just like your father."

The words stung at his heart. He forced a small smile and said, "God Haley. Put my heart in a blender and push start, why don't you?"

She chuckled, a frown coming over her features. Making that sympathetic slash apologetic face she tends to make. "I'm sorry, but what was I suppose to think?"

"Haley, I was just scared. I didn't know what was going to happen and I thought I needed time to think." He hesitated, looking in her eyes. "When I got my time, you were gone and so was our baby."

"You avoided me."

"You avoided me." He said defensively.

"Yeah, but I had a reason. I felt like you were happy that the baby was dead." She sighed regretfully.

"I couldn't face you, knowing you hated me." He looked away, "Didn't want to see the look in your eyes that I'm honestly trying to avoid right now."

"We loved each other." Haley paused, "And then just like that," She snapped her fingers. "It was all gone."

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Insecure eyes met unsure eyes, in a mix of beautiful exaggeration and sin.

She leaned in first, kissing him softly, but beyond passionately.

He looked at her, confusion floated through his mind, but he kissed her back.

This time the kiss was delectable, passionate and fulfilling. Give take scenario on both sides, and all either could think was god I want more.

Unfortunately the urges of sensation were interrupted, Peyton sighed, breaking the sinful lip lock off and turning around to answer her…phone.

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I know it's short, but hey! I am still sick and do have a lot to do. Review please; I need it! Seriously, it helps me!