AN-Once again, thank you guys for the reviews. I see some of you are recognizing this fanfic from theWB boards, which I said was true. Anyways, this update is a flashback, and like my other story, all flashbacks are in italics. But here's a flashback all of you Peyton and Nathan lovers will like. BUT, this will definitely bring in a triangle, especially around chapter 10 which should be up soon.

Love, Emily

Peyton applied her last coat of lip gloss onto her lips, smiling; satisfied with the way she looked for her and Nathan's one month anniversary. Sure, one month wasn't a big deal for most people, but with those two, it was amazing that they lasted for this long. He promised that tonight would be just for the two of them, none of the guys from the team. Just Peyton, just Nathan. Of course, she couldn't turn that down. Their dates always consisted of them going to a basketball game, or messing around with the "nerds" of the town. However, Peyton always put up with it for whatever reason; scared of being alone, or pure enjoyment. Either way, that didn't matter tonight. No basketball, no teammates, no nothing. Just the two of them.

She took one last look in the mirror as she heard her doorbell ring. Obviously Nathan hadn't gotten the whole 'just walk in," policy she held at her house. It was better tonight though, since this was her warning to get down there, where he wouldn't see her unready. She clanked down the stairs in her wrap-around black heels, complementing her slimming black dress which revealed just enough skin to drive Nathan crazy, but not enough to be called a slut. Getting to the bottom of the stairs, she quickly opened the door, seeing Nathan standing there, wearing a dress shirt and pants…and of course gym shoes.

He was in awe, staring at her from head-to-toe. She smiled as he leaned down for a kiss, meeting him halfway as his tongue immediately dueled with hers. Pulling away from her, a small, yet beautiful bouquet of flowers appeared in his right hand from around his back. Her face lit up as she accepted them, kissing his cheek as a thank you. "Nathan, they're beautiful!" she smiled, looking at the summer lilies and orchids with the single red rose.

"Not as much as you," he said, leaning his head in to kiss her again, this time, sweetly. She tried not to laugh at his line, he was trying. They had never really had an actual date since someone else was always involved. Alone time for him always consisted of making out.

"I'll just put these in water really quick, and then we can go, okay?"

He nodded as he lingered on her porch, playing with the velvet black box in his pocket. He wasn't sure how he was going to give her his gift since he wasn't really that much of so called 'boyfriend material.' Especially since he was so involved in basketball and never really had time to do these sorts of things with Peyton. It shocked him, just as much as her, how she put up with all of it without walking away. Believe it or not, he loved her, just the way she was. "Ready?" he asked when she appeared back in her doorway. She smiled as she saw his hand extend out to her and willingly intertwined hers into his.

"Where are we going?" she asked excitedly, happy to actually feel like someone's girlfriend, and not just a trophy. He smiled as he pulled out a blindfold, her face tightening however. "Oh no…Nathan, no, I hate blindfolds…" she protested.

"Trust me…"

Two little words never had meant so much coming from him as they did now. For the first time, his eyes locked with hers, cupping her face within his hands. Her heart beat faster and faster as she nodded her head, his hands gently shifting against her cheeks making her shiver. He had never been this gentle, especially not to her. When they got to their destination, he quickly stood in front of her, watching a smile form on her face. After a simple kiss on the lips, he pulled off her blindfolds. She gazed around her, surrounded by the ocean, her heels buried in the sand. It was then she noticed the small blanket with a basket sitting on top of it.

"Like it?" he asked, worried since she hadn't said anything. No words were able to be formed from her as she captured his lips passionately with hers. He smiled within her lips as he felt hers part slowly, allowing access for him to push through. He returned the same gesture to her as they both gently laid down on the sand, his body hovering closely over hers. "You're beautiful…" he said, placing a few blonde curls behind her ear. Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss.

"Ain't so bad yourself…" she smiled. He sat up and pulled her up next to him. He held out a finger, motioning her to wait. Once she nodded in agreement, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a black, rectangular box.

"Happy one-month Peyton…" he cooed, handing the box to her, watching as her face lit up again when she saw the silver necklace inside of it. He took it from her, telling her to turn around so he could put it on her. He gently brushed away her curls locking it into place before beginning to kiss the back of her neck. She smiled, her heart increasing in speed as his hand made its way up her right thigh, under the thin lining of her dress. His other hand played with her zipper, slowly undoing it as his lips traveled behind her ear. A slight moan escaped her lips, feeling him remove the dress away from her shoulders as his lips made their way there.

"Nathan…" she breathed, leaning her head onto his shoulder as he continued his torture to her shoulder. He once again laid her down gently, this time onto the blanket as he unbuttoned his blue dress shirt. She shuddered, feeling him tug her dress down to her waist, feeling his eyes burn into her skin. Her face turned three shades of red, noticeable even in the dark.

"You're beautiful…" he whispered, making her self-consciousness disappear from her face. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him willingly. She knew what was going to happen tonight by now, and so did he. He was just glad it was with her, especially tonight.

Her hands moved across his now bare, sculpted chest, lightly scraping it with her nails. She could feel his heartbeat, moving just as fast, if not faster, than her own. He moaned into her mouth once she hit the zipper of his jeans. He wasn't the only one who could take control tonight. With his help, they both un-did them, while Nathan's left hand had his stability over her.

"You okay?" he asked sincerely. He was just as nervous as her. He grabbed her hand and felt it shaking as his lips grazed over it. "You want this?"

"More than ever…" she breathed one last time, pulling him into a searing kiss which led to what they'll never forget.