Chapter Thirteen:

Author's note: First off: I am taking a temporary vacation, and will update again on Friday/Saturday. Second: thanks to Ange, for her um… inspiration.

Haley took a deep breath as the last person left the tutoring centre. Last but one.

Slowly she rounded the corner. Her heart softened at the sight of Nathan, painstakingly neatening the books on the shelves and tucking in chairs around the many round tables.

"Hey," she said softly. He glanced up briefly.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"It's about what I don't want," said Haley.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Not like this. Look, I messed up. I'm sorry," said Haley empathetically.

"Look, I can understand not wanting to have sex right away but what was all that?" he asked coolly.

"It's hard for me Nathan. I've been with Lucas for so long, and you're so different…" Haley caught sight of his stiff face. "And you're so much better for me, that it's hard to get used to it."

"I wasn't trying to push you," he said slowly.

"You're not," she said quickly.

"So what's really wrong?" he asked.

"It's so weird. You're so unlike any guy I've ever even hung out with, and you're my sister's best friend…"

"Stop making this about Brooke!" exclaimed Nathan heatedly. His eyes narrowed slightly, and for the first time he looked truly angry.

Neither of them would ever be able to explain what happened next. They would have suspicions but it all happened so quickly, so passionately, that they could never truly understand.

For the first time in her life, Haley allowed passion to overcome her as she dropped her books and lunged for Nathan. She gave him one startled kiss before his experience hands were on her.

Haley gasped as Nathan pushed her against the wall and kissed her again. In moments both their shirts were off and he'd undone the button of her skirt. His strength overwhelmed her as he lifted her, her back pressing into the wall until his head was at level with her breast.

She expected him to immediately thrust inside her, as Lucas had always done, but gasped with pleasure when his teeth began teasing her exposed nipple, and his kisses covered her neck and shoulders.

In a split second Haley noted the difference between the boy she'd once loved and the one that was making her feel like she'd never felt before. How Lucas' touch had been passionate but only pleasant, never doing to her what Nathan was doing to her then.

Pleasure begin to build in Haley as his finger began to touch her, feeling around, rapidly making her feel as though she was reaching her boiling point.

"Let it out…" he said urgently, as he fingered her pleasure point and she let out an amazed gasp of delight.

"Nathan…" she moaned.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Fuck me…" she begged. He licked her right nipple and quickly shed himself of his pants. She was still moaning when he thrust inside of her, roughly, deeper and deeper.

"Haley…" he said, while she continued her moans of ecstasy.

Haley dug her fingernails into Nathan's back as her body relaxed and slowly progressed back to its normal state, willing the orgasm to go on longer. When it didn't, she slowly unwrapped her legs from his waist and slid to the floor, still completely naked.

"Wow," she murmured to herself, as it all came back to her.

"Yeah," he agreed. The passion of the moment was gone, but tenderness remained. He kissed her forehead. "I'm guess you've never..?"

"No, Lucas didn't get me there," she admitted.

They stood in silence. Words corrupted what had happened, as no words could ever possibly describe the passion, the desire.

As Haley clung to her lover, she recollected what had gone on with Lucas: the awkward fumbling, the thrusting, the pain, the halfhearted want. She couldn't believe that two such completely different acts could fall under the same name.

Nathan began to reluctantly gather his clothes as Haley went over to sit on one of the tables. He couldn't help but stare as she demurely crossed her legs and leaned back, giving him a perfect view of her full breasts.

"I have to go," he said, feeling his hardness stir at the sight of her.

"You sure?" she asked. A previous Haley would have chastised herself for sounding so whorish.

"If I don't, I'm not going to be able to help myself from christening that table," he said. She smirked.

"Don't worry, baby," began Haley. Nathan looked up. "I'll be over later."