Summary: My, oh, my, what can I do? Cause I can't walk away from a girl like you (Summary taken from Wakey!Wakey!'s "Irresistible")
Author's Notes: This is a fluffier one-shot very loosely based on my current multi-chaptered fic In Your Eyes. It's an AU of an AU, if you will. Writing the drama/angst in IYE is killing me (I very much prefer writing cheesy, fluffy, smutty stories – see 90% of my fics) so I had to write some smutty fluff! (And it might have turned out a bit smuttier than I intended. Oh well.)
Thanks to othfangirl for giving me some inspiration to get back to writing!
Elephants. A herd of elephants was currently rampaging through Nathan Scott's head. It was the only explanation for the head-splitting pounding he experienced when he woke up. Harsh sunlight streamed through the open curtains, piercing his eyes and causing him to burrow further under the blanket.
He was sore all over. So goddamn sore. Like he had slept… He realized that instead of his comfortable, pillow-top mattress, he was laying on the hardwood floor of his living room, a thin blanket from the couch his only cover.
A hand on his chest – a hand with decidedly more feminine fingers than his, nails tipped with pink polish – soothed over his bare chest before sliding down to more interesting places. Nathan gulped, mind racing as he glanced over to the woman beside him, a mess of tangled curls and wide brown eyes and seductive smile greeting his stunned expression.
What the hell happened last night?
It was the end of a long work week and Nathan Scott was tired. He loved his job as a sports agent, but juggling demanding clients, stubborn team owners, and scouting prospective clients was exhausting. All he wanted to do was go home, drink a beer or two, and collapse on the couch. After an intense salary dispute involving one of his best clients and the client's team, Nathan wanted to be alone. He wanted to sit in his big house, all alone, and do nothing.
So he wasn't sure how he found himself at Tree Hill's local club, Tric, surrounded by people and listening to whatever music act was playing. He glared at his brother sitting next to him. Lucas had come over and insisted that Nathan join him tonight, Nathan protesting all the way and Lucas ignoring him. The next thing Nathan knew, the brothers were standing at the bar, being crushed by the massive group of people out that night.
"Nate, man, you're free! The night is young! Why aren't you enjoying that?" Lucas said as they waited on their beers.
Nathan grumbled, the loud music muting his words.
"What?" Lucas practically yelled as he leaned closer to hear.
Nathan rolled his eyes. This was exactly why he hadn't wanted to come out tonight. Music so loud one couldn't hear himself think, much less carry on a conversation. A mass of people bumping and jostling him all night. It was enough to make him want to leave. Right. Now.
Turning to his brother, Nathan said, "Luke, I'm going to call it a ni—," before trailing off as, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
"What?" Lucas asked as he noticed Nathan's attention directed elsewhere.
"Nothing, Luke. Look, I'm going to head out, alright?"
"C'mon, Nate, stay. We haven't hung out in a while. Julian is going to meet us here, and I think Mouth is coming too, if Millie will let him leave the—"
"Luke," Nathan interrupted. "I'm tired and I just want to go home, okay?" His eyes inadvertently trailed over to study the woman sitting alone at the bar, a fact that did not go unnoticed by his brother.
Raising an eyebrow in amusement at Nathan's blatant lie, Lucas nodded, playing along. "Okay. You are looking pretty tired. You should go home and get some… rest."
Missing the slight teasing undertone, Nathan nodded. Slapping his brother on the back to signal his goodbye, Nathan walked around the bar, his eyes never leaving the beautiful woman across the room.
Brown hair in waves framed her delicate features, a slight melancholic frown gracing her full lips. Even from a distance, Nathan could see that same sadness reflected in her eyes. He felt an echoing pang of sympathy as he wondered what could have such a striking woman so sad.
Nathan maneuvered around the club, hastily apologizing to strangers he bumped into along the way, but still, his gaze never wavered from the vision at the bar. The closer to he got to the woman, the faster his heart raced. He marveled at the reaction – it was as if his body was in overdrive the nearer he approached.
Finally, finally!, making his way to next to the captivating woman, he motioned for another drink from the bartender, subtly studying the woman out of the corner of his eye. Up close, she was even more beautiful. Pouty lips stained a rich berry fairly begged to be kissed. Hair tumbling down around her shoulders in waves left his hands itching to run through the strands. A slim neck called to be nibbled and sucked, and he couldn't keep his eyes from drifting lower, to the slight cleavage revealed by her modest v-neck top. His mouth nearly watered at the sight of her full breasts.
Not wanting to come across as a creep, Nathan swiftly drew his gaze back to her face, only to find the object of his desire staring at him, an inscrutable expression on her face.
Shit! He was so busted.
He opened his mouth to apologize, but before he could the woman spoke.
"You know, I should take offense at your blatant perusal and normally I would. But I've had a rather shitty night, so all things considered…." Shrugging, she shot him a grin, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
For a moment, Nathan was speechless. If the woman was beautiful before, when she smiled she was stunning, and the sight of her grin nearly took his breath away.
"I-I I'm sorry," he stuttered, inwardly kicking himself at how idiotic he sounded. Being around this woman made him feel like a nervous schoolboy around his first crush.
The woman laughed (at him he wasn't sure but was too blinded by her beauty to care) and briefly touched his arm. Nathan shivered at the electric tingle when her hand touched the bare skin of his forearm and had to restrain himself from kissing her.
What. The hell. Was happening to him?
Nathan Scott never got nervous around women. Never. And yet here was a woman he had exchanged all of a handful of words with and he was near ready to either throw up or drop to his knees and ask her to marry him.
He stared at her, struggling to find something to say that make him sound like a total creep or pervert.
"You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
So coming across as a total creep it was.
The woman's eyes widened for a moment in surprise at his declaration, and Nathan braced himself for the slap or drink tossed in his face that was sure to follow. But then she laughed again and shook her head.
"Such a charmer."
Nathan attempted a grin. "I try."
"Does that line work on all the women you hit on?"
Shaking his head, he quickly replied, "No, no, you're the first I've used it on. I-I mean, not that it is a line because it's not, and not that I go around hitting on women all the time. I'm not one of those creepy guys who hang around bars hitting on women. I mean, I didn't come here tonight to—"
What. The hell. Was happening to him?
He heard himself babbling like an idiot but was powerless to stop. Something about this woman made him goofy and nervous and wanting to write love poems and serenade her with love songs and WHAT THE HELL WAS HAPPENING TO HIM?!
He abruptly stopped talking, and the woman smiled. Well, at least he hadn't scared her off. Yet, anyways.
Taking a deep breath, he gave her a rueful grin. "Can I start over?" At her nod he continued. "Hi. My name is—"
"No names," she interrupted, shaking her head.
Nathan was very surprised. At the look on his face, the woman shrugged. "Adds a little excitement, doesn't it?"
He couldn't deny the truth of her words, but he felt confused as to why she didn't want to exchange names. Oh god, she probably had a boyfriend or worse, a husband. Shit, he was trying to hit on a married woman! He tried to inconspicuously glance at her left hand to determine if she wore a ring but her hand was in her lap. God-fucking-damnit! Of course the most beautiful woman he had ever seen would be involved with someone. Of all the luck-
As if she read his mind, the mysterious stranger moved her left hand to grab her drink. Nathan noticed her left ring finger was bare and couldn't help a gleeful smirk from appearing. At that moment, he felt his nerves settle and he decided it was time to man up and turn on the ol' Nathan Scott charm.
"She did not do that?" The woman laughed, and Nathan felt a warm rush at the sound. He and the unnamed stranger had been lightly flirting for the last hour. A few "accidental" brushes of hands, lingering glances between the two, and her foot casually rubbing against his calf occasionally had Nathan ready to hustle the woman into the nearest corner and kiss her senseless.
"I swear, this old lady greeter totally pinched my ass as I was leaving the grocery store after work this afternoon," Nathan said.
"And I'm sure you just loooooooved the boost to your ego," the woman said before taking the last sip of her drink.
Nathan grinned. "I can't help it if ladies of all ages love me."
The woman snorted with laughter, then immediately clasped her hand over her mouth in embarrassment. "Oh my god, I cannot believe I just snorted!"
"Since I don't know your name, should I just call you Miss Piggy?" Nathan teased.
"Ass!" She exclaimed, hitting his arm.
"Or maybe Spitfire," he said as he rubbed the tender spot on his arm. Lady had quite a punch!
"Ha ha," the woman deadpanned. She swirled the straw in her drink as Nathan motioned for another round. "Trying to get me drunk?"
Giving her the smirk that was notorious for causing panties to drop all over Tree Hill, Nathan leaned in and whispered, "Nah, I think I've got you already."
At her mock indignant gasp, he laughed, a full-bellied laugh.
"I'll have you know, Mister, I came here with no intentions of going home with anyone tonight, much less a cocky sonofagun like you."
"Oh really? I might see that as a challenge now," Nathan flirted.
"If you can get past Brooke and Peyton, well then, maybe you deserve a reward."
"Brooke and Peyton?"
The woman nodded. "My two best friends. We came here tonight for a girls' night, since it's the first time in a long while that we've all been able to shuck off our responsibilities."
Nathan looked at the few stools around them. The woman had been alone when he approached her, and since they had been no talking, no one had gotten near, except a few random strangers to order drinks.
She must have noticed his wandering eye. She said, "They're off somewhere over… there," waving her hand to indicate the open area in front of the stage. "They found two 'oh my god so hot' guys, as Brooke said, when we got here and made a beeline for them."
"No one for you?"
"Well," she drawled, eyeing him with a lustful gleam, "not then, at least."
Nathan swore the temperature in the room shot up twenty degrees. "Uh," he said, as his pants started to become uncomfortably tight. What was this woman doing to him?!
The woman drained her drink and hopped off the bar stool, stumbling ever so slightly. "You want to go somewhere a little quieter?"
Nathan gulped over the large lump in his throat. He wanted to, god how he wanted to, but he didn't want to take advantage of this woman. She had been drinking and maybe she didn't have the most sound judgment right now. The thought it being a simple roll in the sack, or her regretting anything that happened between them, made him sick. He wanted, no, he needed more than that with her.
"Not that I don't want to—because believe me, I do—but you've been drinking and although I don't even know your name, I can't just have a one-night stand with you. There's…. something about you, and you may think I'm crazy, or some weird stalker, but there's something between us, or at least I think there is, and I don't think I can walk away from a girl like you," he rushed out, wondering who in the hell he had even become.
The woman was silent, gripping the back of the bar stool tightly. Nathan stared at her, cursing himself for being such a dumbass. What the hell was he thinking, blurting out his feelings like that? To a woman whose name he didn't even know?!
"God, I'm sorry," he said. "I just—I swear I'm not some creep. You're just… so beautiful and funny and smart and I should shut up now because I'm just making things worse. Let me… look, let me take back to your friends. They can help you get home."
The woman shook her head. "No, I'm fine. And what do you mean you can't 'walk away'?"
Nathan groaned, cursing his stupid mouth. "I'm sor—"
"Because that was the most beautiful thing anyone's ever said to me," the woman stated. "And I'm not drunk, I haven't touched any alcohol tonight."
"But I've ordered you drinks and no offense, but you almost stumbled when you got off the stool," Nathan said.
The woman laughed, pointing to her glass. "You just ordered more rounds of what I had and I was drinking water. I'm not a huge fan of alcohol. As to my show of grace, well, I'm wearing these stupid stilettos that I hate that Brooke made me wear and 'Natural Klutz' could be my middle name when I'm wearing flats, much less shoes disguised as death traps."
Nathan couldn't stop a chuckle of laughter at her explanation. Nor could he ignore the wave of relief that rushed over him when he realized she was sober and capable of rational thought. Holy fuck, maybe he hadn't screwed this up so completely!
"So as I was saying, you want to go somewhere a little quieter?" The woman asked again, her berry-colored lips turning into a wide grin.
Before she could blink, Nathan was throwing money onto the bar to cover their drinks and dragging her out to his car.
The woman shrieked when Nathan grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his lap. She turned her head slightly to meet his gaze, his chin resting on her shoulder.
"You know, you could have just asked if I wanted to sit," she chastised him, her voice playful despite the firm words.
"I thought this would be easier," he told her as he began to trail kisses down the slender column of her throat.
The drive to Nathan's house had been heated, to say the least. Fevered kisses followed by passionate grouping in the backseat to his car, the likes of which he hadn't experienced since high school. Breaking nearly all speed limits as he drove home, her hands teasing and tickling as he maneuvered down the tree-lined streets.
Once they arrived at his house, he practically dragged her from the car, barely restraining himself from attacking her before the front door shut. One extremely passionate makeout against the door later, the duo stumbled into the living room before Nathan pulled her to sit in his lap.
She snuggled into his chest, resting her arms on his. Despite the strangeness of the situation—making out with an unnamed woman—he felt content and at peace, more so than he thought he would. He certainly didn't regret anything, and he could only hope she felt the same.
Nathan brought his hands to her breasts, cupping and kneading them gently through her shirt. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts further into his hands, and Nathan took the hint. He increased the pressure, teasingly close to her nipples but never quite touching them. He continued his teasing until she was squirming against him, desperate for more.
"Pinch, baby," she breathed, her voice low and throaty, the sound further hardening his rapidly swelling cock. She let out a low keen when he complied.
"Oh god," she cried out when he sharply pinched her nipples again. She rocked against him, his erection pulsing against her lower back, and he had to bite his lip to keep from ripping off her pants and taking her right there.
"I don't think I can make it to the bedroom, can you?"
She shook her head frantically, unable to speak. He moved his hand to the hem of her tight skirt, bunching the material in his hand and dragging it upwards. Slowly, the creamy flesh of her thighs was revealed. Nathan swallowed harshly when she moved one of her hands behind her to tease his erection.
Fuck, this was going to be amazing.
God, she felt good. So warm and wet, absolutely luscious, and his cock twitched as he thought about how amazing she would feel when he was inside her.
"How does that feel?"
His words were hot against her throat, and he couldn't help but grin as she shuddered against him. She pressed back against him, his cock slipping between the cheeks of her ass, and he bit back a moan. Their clothes had been quickly discarded and now nothing was between them.
"Please," she breathed as she continued to rock against him.
"Please what?"
"F-finger me."
He grinned. "What the lady wants, the lady gets."
His fingers shifted through the wiry hair covering her mound, and he groaned at the profusion of wetness that met his fingers. He traced her lower lips, his index finger dipping in slightly to tease her clit. He rubbed the hardened nub just for a moment, wanting to drive her to the edge without sending her over. When her breathing became heavy, he abandoned her clit, lowering his finger to circle her entrance. He continued his teasing, alternating between her clit and her entrance, until she was fairly shaking in his arms.
When she thrust back against him, her bottom wriggling against his hard cock, he decided to grant her some relief. He eased a finger inside her, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the tightwetheat surrounding the digit.
Goddamn she felt good.
He established a slow, lazy rhythm, his pace intending to heighten her arousal. She thrust her hips upwards, trying to increase the speed of his movements, but Nathan slowed even further.
"Easy, baby. Just let it happen," he soothed her as he continued his easy pace. He placed his thumb at her clit, letting her movement control the pressure against her sensitive point.
"Pl-please," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. She brought a hand to his wrist and pressed his hand closer to her center as her thrusts quickened. "Need m-more fingers."
Nathan Scott was always one to oblige.
"Like this?" he whispered as he added another finger. He continued to stroke his fingers in and out of her center, his thumb maintaining a firm pressure on her clit. She was so wet, so goddamn tight, and his eyes crossed as he thought about how good she would feel around his cock.
"God, you're so tight. I love fucking you with my fingers," he said, his heated words adding to the sexually charged atmosphere.
When she moaned low in her throat, he knew she was close to climaxing, and he increased the pace of his fingers, determined to bring her off. Moments later, she tightened around his fingers, throwing her head back against his shoulder as she came.
He maintained a slow, steady rhythm as she came down from her high, her body burrowing further into his chest. After a few moments he reluctantly pulled his fingers from her, and tightened his arm across her chest. He shifted her to his side, slipping from behind her to kneel on the floor.
"What are you doing?" she asked as she raised her head to meet his gaze.
Instead of answering, he nudged her legs apart and moved forward until he was only a breath away from her center. He smirked at her when she muttered a low, "Oh."
"I need to taste you. Right fucking now," he swore, his eyes never leaving her face.
She blushed furiously at his heated statement, and Nathan swore his cock twitched at the rosy flush. "Oh god," she whispered.
"Can't talk," he told her as he moved his head closer to her center. "Man on a mission."
She shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips, but didn't stop him. Instead, she brushed her fingers through his hair, clutching the strands and all but shoving his face into her.
"Better get started then."
"Oh god, oh god, I'm coming!"
Her legs flopped uselessly against his back as she climaxed again.
Nathan sat back and shot her an extremely satisfied grin.
She shook her head, a satisfied grin breaking free.
His grin widened even further, if possible. "Yep, I am so damn good."
She mock-glared at him as he grinned unashamedly at her, deciding how he would torment her next.
Suddenly, the woman slipped from the couch and pushed Nathan onto his back before straddling his waist, sliding backwards until his cock pressed against her ass.
Automatically, Nathan's hands drifted to her waist, but she shook her head, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head. He shot her a frustrated glare – the tables had turned - and she grinned.
"I figured maybe it was my turn to be in charge," she purred, lowering her face to his before engaging in a furious kiss. When she pulled back, she let go of his wrists but commanded, "Keep your hands up. It's my turn to play."
Nathan reluctantly nodded; not that he wasn't eager to see what she had in store for him, but he wasn't finished playing, damnit! She reached behind her to run her hand along his cock; stopping to gently cup his balls, and all thoughts flew from his brain.
"Sweet Christ," he breathed as she prolonged the pleasurable torment. "Fuck me, babe."
"Only when I'm good and ready," she teased, one finger dipping to press against the sensitive spot behind his testicles. She sat up on her knees and moved to hover over his erect cock. "Good thing I'm ready now," she said as she lowered on his cock in one quick breath, her inner muscles rippling around his rigid length.
"Oh fuck," Nathan groaned. "So goddamn tight."
She leaned forward to kiss him, her erect nipples brushing against his hard chest, moaning as her movements caused him to shift inside her.
"Ready for the ride of your life?"
Before he could answer, she started to move on him, setting a fast and furious pace that left them both burning for more. Unable to use his hands, Nathan watched as she played with her breasts, pinching and tugging her nipples, and she grinned wickedly when he groaned and licked his lips at the sight. Lowering her hands, she toyed with her clit before teasing his cock on every upstroke. She brought her hand to her mouth and made a show of licking one slender finger.
"Wanna taste?"
He nodded and leaned forward, opening his mouth. She laughed and shook her head before moving her hand back to her chest.
"I just asked if you wanted to, I didn't say you could," she teased, her voice light and breathless as she continued to rock against him.
"Not faaaaiiiirrrr," he whined, not caring that he sounded like a little child. The woman giggled at the sound of his desperation.
A particularly sharp thrust of his hips stopped her giggling. Okay, the time for teasing was over. There was some serious fucking to be done.
The woman eagerly rode him, her breasts bouncing as she chased her orgasm. She ground her clit against his pubic bone on every down stroke, and Nathan thought he would combust from the pleasure scorching through his veins. Clearly needing more, she entwined her fingers with his and brought their joined hands to her center.
"Thought you said no touching," he choked out.
"A woman can always change her mind, right?"
"Thank god," he said as he raised his hips to meet hers.
A few more thrusts and the woman shattered, screaming her release. A few moments later, Nathan climaxed, his mind nearly shorting out from the pleasure. She collapsed against his chest, her nearly boneless body limp with exhaustion.
Long minutes passed before either recovered. She was first, propping her elbows on his chest to look down at Nathan. He grinned at her, a silly, school boy, I-like-you, grin. That had been one of the most intense sexual experiences of his life.
"So, Miss Klutz, care for another round?"
Hours later, numerous romps in the sack behind them, the couple finally collapsed on the living room floor. Nathan grabbed a blanket from the couch to cover them before passing out from exhaustion.
Elephants. A herd of elephants was currently rampaging through Nathan Scott's head. It was the only explanation for the head-splitting pounding he experienced when he woke up. Harsh sunlight streamed through the open curtains, piercing his eyes and causing him to burrow further under the blanket.
He was sore all over. So goddamn sore. Like he had slept… He realized that instead of his comfortable, pillow-top mattress, he was laying on the hardwood floor of his living room, a thin blanket from the couch his only cover.
A hand on his chest – a hand with decidedly more feminine fingers than his, nails tipped with pink polish – soothed over his bare chest before sliding down to more interesting places. Nathan gulped, mind racing as he glanced over to the woman beside him, a mess of tangled curls and wide brown eyes and seductive smile greeting his stunned expression.
What the hell happened last night?
"Morning," she said softly, her voice tinged with sleep.
Nathan looked around the living room – pillows thrown off the couch, a loveseat almost turned over, and clothes strewn everywhere. Memories from the night before slowly trickled in and as he remembered more of their sexual shenanigans, he looked at the woman again and laughed.
"Geez Hales, you almost fucked me to death last night!"
"Nathan," Haley James Scott admonished her husband. "Such language!" But she couldn't prevent a grin at the evidence of their…enthusiasm.
"You were insatiable last night, Hales!"
"You were the one who wanted to play the 'strangers meet in a bar' scenario last night," she retorted.
"Well, it was my turn after all," he laughed.
Returning his laughter, she said, "Maybe so, but just wait until my next turn. You won't know what you're in for."
Nathan stared at his wife. Her eyes sparkled, her cheeks were flushed with equal parts arousal and embarrassment. She had never looked so beautiful.
"What?" She asked when she noticed his staring. "Nathan, do I have something on my face?"
He shook his head before leaning down to kiss her, a gentle kiss that held all the love and adoration he felt for the woman beside him. When they parted, Haley uttered a quiet "wow" before resting her head on his chest.
The couple was silent for several minutes, simply enjoying the peace of being together. Finally, reluctantly, Nathan shifted away from his wife and moved to grab his boxers from underneath the nearby coffee table.
"What time is my mom bringing the kids home?" He asked as he grabbed the stray piece of clothing.
"Hmm, she said around lunchtime," Haley replied as she too began to gather her clothes.
Nathan glimpsed behind him at his wife, naked bottom in the air as she rooted around under the couch for her panties. His groin tightened at the sight.
"We've got plenty of time then," he muttered as he tumbled his wife to the floor, her shriek of laughter echoing in the room.
Fin