For my March Madness Story Collection-What if in an AU the whole Daunte thing never happened and Nathan went to Duke? Now, Nathan is a freshman at Duke and they are playing Belmont (the actual team Duke is playing this year.) in the first round of the NCAA tournament. Nathan is nervous as hell that he'll screw it up so Haley makes a bet to encourage him. Oh yeah, no Jamie. As much as I love Jamie fics, I couldn't find a way to incorporate him without taking away from the story. Also, there's a sex scene in this one so BEWARE!

P.S. This was started before the actual game. So, it may not be very realistic to the Duke-

Belmont game.

"Nathan, come on the movies starting," Haley yelled at her husband, who was currently in their bedroom looking at some stupid stat sheet.

"Nathan, are you there?" Haley asked, growing impatient when Nathan gave her no response. So, Haley decided to take matters into her own hands and barged into their bedroom to get Nathan's ass out of there. March or not, Haley James Scott was not one to take being ignored lightly.

"Nathan, what in the hell are you doing?" Haley asked.

"Studying the stat sheets. If I know every players strengths and weaknesses, I can guard any player I get to perfection," Nathan said. Haley could tell that Nathan was confident that his strategy would work. But being his wife she could also tell that there was a hint of nerves in his voice.

"Somebody's freaking out," Haley joked, but when she saw the true nervousness of Nathan she quickly changed her demeanor. "Aww, is my baby nervous?" Haley asked while soothingly rubbing Nathan's arm.

"What, no. I'm Nathan Scott; I don't get nervous."

"Nathan, I'm your wife. That means that you can say all that bullshit to people who don't know you. But I know you. You've gotten let me in. Plus, if you don't let me in I can't 'ease' your nerves. And we all know you can't go all of March without getting any."

"You wouldn't. You couldn't."

"Oh yeah. Do you really want to test that profound theory of yours?"

Nathan, knowing Haley good enough, knew that he probably shouldn't challenge her because Haley never takes a challenge lightly. But now that he was stuck with admitting his feelings, he had to decide what and how to admit them.

"Nathan, decision time. Do you want to open up, or do you want to bank unwisely on me not being able to last a month without sex?"

"Fine. You know I'm not one to cave under pressure, but this is quite possibly the biggest game of my life so far. In high school, don't get me wrong, the state championship is a big deal, but this takes big deal to a whole new universe. It's like if I make one mistake it's all over, not just for me but for the whole team. Do you get how that can make a quirky freshman like me nervous?"

"Of course, you have a right to be nervous baby. But let me give you this perspective, if you go out and act nervous and timid you'll regret it more than any touchdown you miss."

"Basket not touchdown, Hales. I swear one of these times I'm going to sit down and teach you what the hell basketball is."

"Whatever you say. The fact of the matter is that the players who have the biggest regrets are the ones who didn't take the shot because they were afraid they'd miss it."

"You've got a point Mrs. James-Scott."

"I always do I'm not tutor girl for nothing. Oh babe, speaking of me being a genius, I just came up with a genius idea."

"A little cocky there, are we?"

"Oh, like you're not."

"True. Now what was your idea?"

"Well, why don't we make a deal? If you have, oh what's that one thing where you get 10 points and something else?"

"A double-double. That's when you get at least 10 points and 10 rebounds."

"Yeah, that. If you get one of those tomorrow, then you get guaranteed sex however you like it until your next game. And if you win and get one of those the next game, then the same applies. However, if you guys lose or you don't get a doubly thingy then sex is on my terms. So, what do you say?"

"It sounds like my own wife is betting against me."

"I'm not betting against you; I'm simply giving you an incentive. Are you up to it, or are you to scared?"

"I'm always up for it, literally."

"You and your pervy thoughts."

"Yeah, well me and my pervy thoughts are gonna dictate what we do on this bed right here."

"Don't forget that you still have to get that one thing, but it's nice to see your confidence back."

"Double-double. And now that I have this great incentive, I'll get it easily."

"Now, you're just being cocky."

"You know I am doll face."

"Oh, you're such a boy."

"Nope, I'm all man."

"Yeah, just get back to your stat sheet mister," Haley said, giving Nathan a kiss.

"As you wish my lady."

Haley sat nervously on the sideline, watching and hoping that Nathan would get his double-double with the help of her incentive. Sure, she might get sexed out after Nathan was through with her, but she couldn't bear to have him lose.

Nathan easily got over 10 points. In fact, he got to 10 points before the first half was over, but it was those stupid rebounds. He had five in the first half, but that waned in the second half. He got his ninth board with less than two minutes to play. Haley sat anxiously watching the final minutes of the game. Most fans had left because Duke was pounding Belmont, and it was clear that they were going to win. Haley, however, was not quite sure what to root for. She didn't really want to have to comply with all of her husband's wishes, but she didn't want to see him do poorly either.

Finally, with 24 seconds to play, Nathan got his 10th rebound. He finished the game with 24 points and 10 points, a double-double. Haley was not too quick to go back to greet Nathan at the locker room. Ok, so maybe she was really horny and needed some. But Haley was a strong woman and preferred things done her way, and that way involved little staring or blushing. Her way was more direct. Nathan's way was touchier and teasing, another pet peeve of Haley's.

Haley chickened out of going into the locker room at the last minute, afraid that if she did Nathan might want to have sex with her in that very locker room.

"Oh wife," Nathan said as he entered their off campus apartment.

"Yes," Haley said sheepishly coming into their living room.

"Nice move, avoiding me by not coming to the locker room. Do you not know me at all? Of course, I don't like it when my wife avoids me. And of course I came up with something for my wife to pay me back with. After all, I do get it 'however I like it' to quote your exact words."

"Ugh, what is it?"

"Well, I told you I wanted to teach you about basketball. So tonight I'm going to teach you about one of the best players of all time, Michael Jordan."

"I cannot believe Nathan Scott sex freak is turning down a perfectly good opportunity for sex to teach me about basketball." Haley loathed basketball, and there was no way she was gonna sit around and listen to a lecture about it.

"Oh but you're wrong. I don't teach, I show. Now, why don't you throw this thing on and our lesson will begin?"

Haley looked down in her hand at what Nathan had just thrown. She assumed it was the jersey of that Michael Jordan guy. But something wasn't right. The jersey looked cut and it looked more like a dress.

"I didn't know that jerseys came like this," Haley stated.

"She noticed. No, jerseys don't typically come like this. But a guy on the team introduced me to someone who customizes jerseys into sexy apparel for women. So, I brought her the jersey and your measurements."

"Wait, how did you know my measurements?"

"Easy, I asked your mom."

"So, let me guess the rest. You're not really gonna teach me about basketball. You're just doing this because me in this basketball jersey fulfills some kind of male fantasy thing you have about me."

"Basically, yeah."

"Ugh, you're such a guy."

"But you love me."

"And Lord knows why," Haley said and left for the bathroom to get changed into her new outfit.

She emerged later and Nathan's mouth hit the floor. Nathan knew his wife was gonna look sexy, but this took sexy to a whole new level.

"So you like?" Haley asked saucily.

"I love but there's still one last thing to make this outfit complete."

"Oh yeah. Care to share with the class what that is mister?"

"I have my Air Jordan's that I wore in middle school. Because I had smaller feet they should fit you."

"I guess a deal's a deal," Haley stated, unenthused at the idea of wearing Nathan's old, sweaty tennis shoes. But she really had no choice.

"Good. Here," Nathan said and handed Haley the shoes. Haley put them on and decided since Nathan was sure to want sex; they'd come off soon so she should just suck it up and put on a good face.

"What do you think?" Haley asked, modeling the completed outfit for Nathan.

Nathan's response was a smoldering kiss that almost made Haley collapse with ecstasy. His kiss was so forceful it caused Haley to back up, until she crashed into a wall which abruptly halted the making out.

"Bedroom," Haley stated, knowing that if things continued the way they were there'd be more distractions than pleasure.

"Bedroom," Nathan replied and lifted Haley up to take her to their bedroom.

When he got to his destination, Nathan practically threw Haley on the bed. Someone was definitely ready for sex. The next thing Haley knew, Nathan's mouth was attacking her everywhere. Her lips, ears, and neck; the boy was a little sex machine in overdrive.

As Nathan found Haley's pulse point on her neck, Haley gasped with pleasure. Nathan, not pleased with just a gasp, moved his hands down to knead and massage Haley's breasts while his lips maintained their hold on Haley's pulse point. This earned Nathan a scream from Nathan, just what he wanted to hear.

Nathan took his lips from Haley's neck while his hands continued their attack on her breasts so he could plan his next advance. Nathan suddenly laughed when a funny idea popped into his head. This caused Haley to tense up immediately.

"What?" Haley asked while blushing profusely. What in the hell had she done that was so damn amusing to that boy?

"Nothing. I was just thinking about the Air Jordan shoes-"

"You were thinking about basketball while we were making out?!"

"No. Seeing a sexy girl like you adorned in my Air Jordan's can make a guy's mind race. Anyway, what I thought about was the Air Jordan logo."

"Oh God," Haley said when she saw what the logo was, "You can't be serious!"

"Yep, now I want you to model the logo and spread those legs for me."

"You asked for it," Haley said and spread her legs wide open like the Air Jordan.

"Yeah I did," Nathan said and ripped off Haley's underwear, not wasting time to remove Haley's dress. He didn't need her naked; he just needed to be inside of her. Next, Nathan stripped off his shorts and boxers so both of them were bottomless.

Nathan then very quickly entered Haley. He didn't waste time with any of the slow teasing crap, just went straight for the fast thrusts. Nathan and Haley had been married long enough for Haley to grow accustomed to Nathan's rather large size so she didn't need him to go slow.

Nathan continued to thrust himself in Haley while his hands kept hold of Haley's breasts, massaging them for Haley's pleasure. He was so close to the edge he could already feel his orgasm hitting.

Haley couldn't hold out any longer; she erupted in a scream, yelling Nathan's name and fuck repeatedly. She was so into her orgasm that she couldn't hear Nathan scream to try and hold his orgasm in. It was only when she felt his juices that she realized he'd hit his high point. Haley couldn't help but smirk at how powerless she made her husband.

After they had both calmed down, Nathan showed signs of a smirk, much to the disgust of his wife.

"Why do you have that smirk on your face?"

"Oh, I was just imagining how whenever you look at Air Jordan's from now on you're gonna blush thinking about this little rendezvous."

"Oh my God, I'm so screwed," Haley said, burying her face in her hands.

"By me," Nathan confidently stated.

And he was right. You see, Haley imitated the Air Jordan pose again that night, more than once.

So, what do you think? For all of you who want more than smut from me, you'll be happy to know that the next one is kid friendly. For my next March Madness installment, I am planning a fic about Nathan teaching Jamie the science of bracketology. Imagine March Madness as a Scott Family affair.