The Bitter Taste
You Say It Best…
To continue loving somebody even though there's no chance of that love ever thriving; that's romance.
xxx
It's
amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word
you can light up the dark
Nathan looked down at Brooke and kissed her forehead; her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him. She leaned up and kissed him passionately as the new, white sheets hung across her chest. Nathan put his hand on Brooke's stomach as they hungrily kissed each other. It had been a week since the wedding and they had been staying in the resort that they had rented out.
The two newlyweds spent most of their time on the beach and in the bedroom. Today was the day that they were heading back home; so they made the most of their last night. Brooke giggled in delight as Nathan gripped her hips.
"Can you believe we've been married a week?" Brooke asked her voice light and happy.
Nathan smiled and rolled onto his back, "It's amazing," he said with a genuine smile, "It's almost surreal in a way…"
"I know," Brooke agreed, "I mean, the guy at the front desk called me Mrs. Scott," she gushed, "I've never been a Mrs. before!"
Nathan laughed as Brooke nestled herself into his arms, "The wedding was amazing," he complimented. Brooke was the planner for everything, and also the decorator.
"And the sex is great," Brooke said with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
Nathan licked his lips, "The sex is great," he said with a laugh, "And I just can't believe that I'm going to get sex whenever I want now!" He teased.
"Do you think I'm just going to be one of those wives that's going to cook for you all the time, and then make you a martini when you get home from work?" Brooke joked, "And then after work give you a nice massage and then fuck you?"
Nathan smirked, "Change the martini to a beer and you got yourself a deal…Oh yeah, and don't cook."
"Thanks," Brooke snorted as she playfully slapped her husband.
Try
as I may I could never explain
What I hear when you don't say a
thing
xxx
The
smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth
in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
Peyton looked through pictures from high school; she didn't know why she was looking at them because high school seemed like decades ago. But she had stumbled upon them, and here she was: reliving everything.
She found the picture that she was dreading; the picture of her and Lucas on the night of their Senior Prom. Peyton could remember the evening like it was yesterday. She could remember the cologne Lucas had on and exactly the way he pulled her into him.
The night was beyond perfection, Peyton felt like a princess, and that's something that she hadn't felt like for a long time. She remembered the way Lucas would whisper in her ear during slow songs, and the way he would rest his hand on her lower back. He protected her from anyone and anything.
The
touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say
it best when you say nothing at all
Peyton put down the picture and began to bite her nail; it was a habit that she thought she'd gotten over, but she must've been wrong.
Then Peyton remembered Eric, he had been so nice to her while they were in New York, and she had told them that they were together. They had sex after the wedding and it was…Different. It was weird for Peyton to be touched like that by someone who was Lucas…Or Jake. She had to admit, Eric was an excellent kisser, but they weren't used to each other. Peyton knew that everything took time, but she didn't want to take the time, and she knew that sounded selfish but it was the truth.
All
day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me
near, you drown out the crowd
Eric walked in with his hands in his pockets; he and Peyton looked at each other. Not a word was said between the two of them, it was silence. Peyton looked once more at the picture that laid on her bed, almost mocking her. Eric sat down beside Peyton as she put her head down and cried. He looked at the picture and he understood what Peyton wanted...And even more what she needed.
Maybe Peyton was looking through the pictures to find some sort of comfort. Maybe she was looking through the pictures because she missed Lucas. Maybe she looked through the pictures because she was wished she was young again. Or maybe, just maybe, she was looking at the pictures because she was pregnant with Eric's child…
xxx
Old
Mr. Webster could never define
What's being said between your
heart and mine
Nathan carried Brooke into their house; they both laughed and kissed. They went up to their bedroom and Nathan plopped Brooke down on the bed.
Brooke seductively looked up at him and crossed her legs, "After having sex that whole week I'm thinking that you're exhausted…" She challenged him.
Nathan crossed his arms, "You don't think I can keep up?"
"No," Brooke said and then got on her knees and inched closer towards him, "I don't," she whispered in his ear and then sexually licked his earlobe.
Chills went all over Nathan's body, "Well Mrs. Scott," he said with a smile as he took off his shirt, "I'm about to prove you wrong."
The
smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth
in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
"Right," Brooke teased as she pulled her shirt over her head, "Come on hubby," she kidded.
Nathan took off his shorts, leaving him only in his boxers, "You know," he said, "I never did get a bachelor party, and you never got a bachelorette party…"
"What are you trying to get at Scott?" Brooke asked as she raised her brow.
Nathan rubbed his hands together and gave his famous 'Scott smirk', "Well," he began, "Doesn't a groom usually get a…Oh I don't know…A lap dance?"
"Are you trying to suggest something?" Brooke asked, but she knew where the night was going.
Nathan smiled and kissed Brooke's neck, "Come on baby," he moaned and then motioned to the leather chair sitting in the corner, "We haven't used that the whole time we've been here."
The
touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say
it best when you say nothing at all
"Okay," Brooke said as Nathan excitedly ran over to the chair. Brooke turned on the radio as a slow, sexy song came on. She reached for her bra and then stopped, "I dance for you, you dance for me," she said; Nathan's smile dropped, "Rules are rules…"
Nathan laughed nervously, "Brooke I cannot dance," he said.
"Please," Brooke pouted, "For me?"
Nathan smiled, he couldn't resist her charm, or her for that matter, "Fine," he gave in.
"Good boy," Brooke said as she danced provocatively on Nathan's lap, "After this you might not be able to walk Nate…"
Nathan swallowed and kissed Brooke softly on the lips, "I wouldn't doubt it."
xxx
Brooke ran into Peyton's room; she set her purse down and sat down quickly on Peyton's bed. Peyton just looked at her as she caught her breath, "You okay?" Peyton asked with a sarcastic smirk.
"You told me that you had to tell me something important," Brooke began, "So I got my ass out of bed and ran straight over!"
Peyton looked at her watch, "Brooke, it's 4:00 in the afternoon…Why are you still in bed?"
"Peyton," Brooke said with a 'duh' tone, "Nathan and I have been having a honeymoon week," she said with a wink.
Peyton laughed, "Oh," she said and then watched as Brooke looked at the ripped picture of her and Luke.
"So I'm guessing this has to do with Lucas," Brooke said as she held up a piece of the picture.
Peyton nodded slightly and then looked around the room, "I've been able to tell you a lot of things Brooke, and I'm glad that I have someone like you in my life."
"Thanks," Brooke said with a sincere smile, "What's wrong P. Sawyer?"
Peyton was on the verge of tears, she took a deep breath and looked her best friend in the eye, "I'm pregnant," she began.
"You're," Brooke began as her jaw dropped, "Who? Who's…Who's the father?" She stammered.
Peyton sighed, "Eric," she said, "And I really care about him Brooke…I do, but…It's just not there for me anymore."
"Do you want to be with Lucas?" Brooke asked.
Peyton shook her head and then shrugged, "I don't even know anymore…I just wanted to be single, and I think I rushed into this Eric thing way too quickly."
"So," Brooke said and then cleared her throat, "Are you going to keep the baby?"
Peyton nodded, "I was thinking that maybe I could just give the baby up for adoption, because I'm not ready for a kid right now…"
"Does Eric know?" Brooke asked.
Peyton groaned, "Yes…"
"What does he think about this whole baby thing?" Brooke questioned as Peyton laid her head on Brooke's lap.
Peyton bit her bottom lip, "He couldn't be happier," she said apprehensively, "He wants to get married…" Brooke looked down at Peyton in disbelief as Peyton wiped a tear away.
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