Nothing but smut ahead. No redeeming quality to this story whatsoever. (Not that my stories have redeeming qualities anyway...) But yeah, it's all graphic descriptions and dirty language ahead, kiddies.

Title and summary taken from "Let's Stay Home Tonight" by NEEDTOBREATHE.

Summary: Baby, let's stay home tonight, We can put a couple records on, We can build a fire alright, Maybe we can dance till dawn, Everything will be just fine, Don't even have to put clothes on

With three kids, two businesses to run, and one needy (but adoring) husband, Haley James Scott often feels like she is being pulled in a million directions each day. If it isn't a crisis at the studio with one of the musicians or something happening at Karen's, it is one of her kids needing to be taken to soccer practice or music lesson or to the dentist… Add to the mix a husband whose job regularly takes him out of town to visit clients and potential clients, and it is usually never-ending chaos.

Which unfortunately means that quality time with her husband is pushed to the wayside all too frequently. Gone are the heady, carefree days when they were first married and starting their life together, just Nathan and Haley taking on the world. Gone are the quickies between classes or while alone in the tutoring center at the high school. Gone are the all night love making sessions and the impromptu romps whenever and wherever they could find.

(Lucas swears he still has difficulty looking her in the eyes sometimes after finding Nathan and Haley in compromising positions several times.)

(Not that they have a boring sex life now, it's just a bit more… planned now. Their sex life is still quite good, thank you very much.)

But still, Haley misses the spontaneity they used to have. That oh my god I need you now or might I die feeling that coursed through her whenever Nathan was near. Nearly fifteen years of marriage and the flame… well, it certainly hasn't died out, but it's more subdued now. Kids and careers and friends and responsibilities, those tend to take her focus most days.

Which is why tonight she has arranged for the kids to stay the night with Brooke and Julian and she made sure Clay was on call for any work-related emergency that may come up.

Tonight Haley James Scott is going to knock Nathan's socks (and preferably his pants and underwear…) off.

"Hales? I'm home," Nathan calls out as he enters their house, dropping his keys in the bowl on the table in the foyer. He reaches a hand up to rub his neck; it had been a long, stressful day at the office with several crises to manage and all he wants to do is curl up on the couch with his wife.

(And maybe cop a quick feel or two…)

As he walks down the hall, he hears the faint sound of music coming from the living room. It's a slow, gentle song, one he recognizes as from his wife's newest musical obsession.

Baby, let's stay home tonight

We can put a couple records on

We can build a fire alright

Maybe we can dance till dawn

"Hales?" He says as he enters their comfortable living room, a fire roaring in the fireplace, the warm glow chasing away shadows in the dimly lit room.

"In here," she calls out and Nathan follows her voice into the kitchen before stopping dead in his tracks.

Haley.

Wearing one of his shirts while sitting on the countertop.

Wearing only his shirt while sitting on the countertop, wine glass in hand, and said shirt unbuttoned dangerously low.

(He's pretty sure she's not wearing a bra, and when she turns to reach for a glass for him, yep, no bra.)

(Goddamn his wife is gorgeous.)

"Wha-what's going on?"

Haley smiles, that sly Chesire-grin, that I'm going to fuck your brains out tonight smile that he knows and loves so well.

"Well, the kids are with Brooke and Julian so I thought maybe we could just stay in tonight and do…whatever," she replies, her grin deepening as she suggestively runs her fingers down the stem of her wine glass.

Nathan swallows harshly, his throat suddenly dry. While he and Haley have never lacked in the heat department, with their busy life and all the rushing around that entailed, sex sometimes was perfunctory. Rarely did they have an extended period of time where they could indulge in foreplay, not with three kids, two of whom still have a tendency to barge into their room in the middle of the night, and his travel schedule.

But now Haley has that look in her eyes, her hand is toying with the few buttons actually fastened, and Nathan swears the temperature in the room rose a hundred degrees.

Tonight is certainly looking more interesting than it was five minutes ago...

After dropping the kids off with Brooke and Julian and rushing to beat Nathan home, she washes, plucks, and primps until her skin is rosy. Knowing Nathan is a sucker for her wearing his clothes, she grabs one of his dress shirts from their shared closet and removes her bra and panties before putting it on.

While waiting for Nathan, Haley sips from her wine glass. When she hears the garage door open, she hops onto the counter, fluffs her hair across her shoulders in that bed-rumpled look Nathan loves, and unbuttons the first three buttons of the shirt, leaving a sliver of skin to tempt and tease her husband.

"In here," she replies when he asks where she is.

When Nathan enters the kitchen, Haley licks her lips at the sight of him – all tall, dark, and with a body that just screams to be ravaged.

(Goddamn her husband is gorgeous.)

"Wha-what's going on?"

Grinning at her husband's confusion, Haley plays with her wine glass as she tells Nathan where the kids are, mimicking an action she soon hopes to perform on him.

"So we're alone tonight?" he asks.

"All alone," Haley confirms, her mouth watering when Nathan gives her his patented smirk, the one that practically screams I'm going to fuck your brains out tonight. She toys with the part in the shirt she is wearing, teasing him with flashes that evidence she is clearly not wearing a bra.

Nathan fairly stalks over to the counter and Haley has to clench her thighs at the desire that shoots through her. He places his hands on either side of her hips, boxing her in, and leans forward, his mouth centimeters from her own, so close that she can feel his warm breath on her lips. His hands move to her hips, his fingers dipping under the edges of the shirt to confirm she's not wearing panties either.

Clearing his throat, he gruffly asks, "Trying to kill me, Hales?"

"You don't even know what I have in store for you tonight, mister."

Tonight is going to be so fun…

"So, tell me about your day," Haley says before taking another sip of wine.

What the hell? Is she serious? Sitting here with just his shirt on, looking sexy as hell, and she wants to ask about his day?

Fuck. That.

Grabbing his wife and ignoring her shriek of "Nathan, you made me spill wine everywhere," he takes her to the living room, unceremoniously dropping her on the couch before covering her body with his own.

"Nathan," she huffs, attempting to look irritated but failing. "I just thought it might be nice to talk about our days bef—"

"My day was fine. How was yours? Good? Good. Now let's get this shirt off you," Nathan says as he begins to unbutton the few remaining buttons and finally finally reveal his wife's creamy skin.

Nathan misses Haley's amused eye roll, so laser-focused on his task to get this damn shirt off her now. It's been longer than he cares to admit that they have had the house to themselves and the luxury to indulge in one another. He is not going to let this opportunity pass.

He feels like shouting in victory as he slips the last button through its hole and pulls apart the shirt, exposing the breasts that have been a focus of his daily fantasies for going on fifteen years.

"Damn, Hales," he breathes out, amazed as always that this woman somehow decided that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

Haley blushes (the fact that he can still make her blush after fifteen years of marriage and everything he has done to her never fails to amuse him) and he gives her the smirk that makes her want to jump his bones. Before she can say anything, he leans down, his shirt-clad chest pressing her naked one, and kisses her. Hard, forcefully. Like he will die if he can't taste her lips at this exact moment.

She matches his fervor with her own, her tongue lapping against his lips until he opens his mouth and their tongues battle for dominance. He's so focused on kissing the hell out of his wife that he doesn't notice she has shifted their positions on the couch so she is now straddling him, her center now pressed deliciously against him.

As they continue kissing, Haley maneuvers so he is back against the couch and before Nathan knows what's happening, one of her hands is unzipping his pants and stroking his cock through his boxers while the other grips the back of his neck.

"Shit," he moans against Haley's lips, eyes nearly crossing at the sheer pleasure sweeping through him as her warm hand reaches inside his boxers and slipslides over his cock. Her fingers tickle the tip of him and he nearly comes. Not wanting Haley to have all the fun, he somehow manages to control himself and urges her to raise up a bit before he traces her lower lips, already slick and ready for him.

"You're so wet, Hales," he whispers.

Groaning, he buries his head against her neck, his tongue flicking across her pulse as his fingers flick across her sensitive clit and Haley begins to chant. He inserts one finger inside her and he fights back a groan at the tightwethot feel of her when she tightens around his digit. He establishes a slow pace, one intended to drive his wife out of her mind.

But Haley is not going down without a fight….

Her hand drifts lower to gently caress his balls before resuming the steady pumping of his cock. Up… down… up… down, and with every motion he feels his brain melting a bit more as the pleasure threatens to consume him. Her grip tightens as she raises and lowers her hand and Nathan swears his nerves are on his fire as his climax races through him.

It is all so good, so so good, and then Haley moves away from him and lowers her head….

Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgod.

While she wouldn't have considered herself a prude in high school, Haley was definitely not as… friendly as other girls. She was always shocked when she would hear girls in the locker room talking about giving a guy a blow job like it was no big deal. It all seemed so personal, so intimate, and to be honest, the thought of going down on a guy never really appealed to Haley.

Until she met Nathan.

Her husband is a big, strong man, easily towering over even when she is wearing her highest heels. But when her lips are on him and he's trembling with lust, the power she feels knowing that she can reduce Nathan Scott to a quivering, nonsensical mess… it's addictive as hell.

As they kiss, she manages to unbutton his the button on his pants and lower the zipper. His tight black boxers come into view, hiding her prize from view. Slipping her hand into his underwear, she feels him, hard and ready. She mewls in delight against his lips when she touches his cock. She begins to stroke him, lazily at first but quickly gaining speed, her motion aided by the pre come gathering at the tip. Tickling the head of his cock, she inwardly grins as Nathan takes a sharp breath and shudders, his eyes closing as the pleasure washes over him.

Addictive. As. Hell.

But Nathan surprises her when he forces her up a bit, his hand darting down to tease her as she is teasing him. She had been wet since the moment he walked in the door but as he begins to tease and toy with her, it intensifies.

"You're so wet, Hales," Nathan whispers before burying his head against her neck. She groans when his tongue flicks against her pulse point, the action mimicked by his finger against her clit, and oh god does her husband know how to play her…

"Oh god, Nathan, faster. . . fast—ohgodohgodohgod. . . "

She throws her head back when he inserts a finger and she reflexively clenches her inner walls at the welcomed intrusion. Nathan sets a slow pace, one that sends her lust skyrocketing.

Her husband's hands and fingers are virtuosos at more than basketball…

Haley stops stroking his hard length, her hand drifting to gently cup and caress his balls. Teasing the sensitive sacs for a moment, she resumes the hand job. She smiles wickedly as she studies Nathan – his head thrown back, the tendons in his neck straining, and if he's about to come undone when she's just using her hand, imagine what he'll do when she uses her mouth…

Haley opens her mouth to engulf Nathan's cock and his brain short-circuits. All he can think about is how wet and warm her mouth is and goddam the way she sucks him, cheeks hollowing with the effort…

He's about to shoot his load and his wife has gone down on him for maybe ten seconds.

(She's just that good.)

She pulls off his length and Nathan's hand tangle in her hair, directing her back to his erection as he lifts his hips. "M-mouth, need your mouth, baby…"

Haley cradles his balls, her fingers tickling the sacs, as she runs her tongue along the underside of his cock. She teases the head, tongue darting into the slit, and brings her free hand to stroke his length of his shaft not in her mouth. Opening her mouth, she takes more of his cock. One of his hands moves to his balls, their fingers bumping and entwining as they tease him together.

"Oh fuck," Nathan mutters as she continues to suck his cock, her pace increasing to encourage his release. She moans around Nathan's cock, the vibrations adding a new dimension to the teasing, and he tightens his hand in her hair.

His wife is a fucking maestro at sucking his cock.

Groaning as she presses forward until he hits the back of her throat and rubs her tongue furiously against his shaft, Nathan feels his climax rushing through him. He tugs her hair gently to warn her but Haley shakes her head, her signal she wants him to come in her mouth. He does, and as she swallows his emission and slowly pulls off his cock, she teases the sensitive length with her tongue.

Releasing him from her mouth with an audible pop, she makes a show of licking her lips before moving to the other end of the couch, resting her back against the arm and spreading her legs.

He swallows harshly at the sight of Haley, skin flushed and glistening, her delicate fingers stroking herself, before smirking.

If his wife is an expert at oral sex, he is a goddamn master.

Haley raises her hips, chasing the elusive pleasure that races through her veins, burning her until she is nearly mindless with want. It feels like Nathan's hands were everywhere: pinching her nipples, tickling her belly button, stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs. Oh, his tongue and lips. Oh god, his tongue and lips. Licking a hot stripe on her inner thighs, sucking and tapping a furious rhythm on her clit, pushing into her. . .

"Oh god!" She yells as Nathan's tongue teases her clit, tapping a quick and fast rhythm against the hard bud. She presses her hips closer, wanting more, needing more. "More, Nathan, more."

Her husband continues to play with her pussy, alternating between sucking her clit and circling her tight entrance with his tongue. Haley digs her fingernails into his well-muscled shoulders, the white, half-moon crescents standing out from the tanned skin.

"Tell me what you want, Haley," he says when he pulls back, his eyes reflecting the same desire contained in Haley's.

Taking a deep breath, she glances down at Nathan and shudders when he licks his lips and murmurs his appreciation. "You taste delicious."

"What do you want, Haley?" Nathan prompts her again, his breath hot against her wet flesh.

"Lick me, god, suck me, use your tongue, baby. Yesyesyesyes," she chants, her voice coated with lust. "Finger me, baby, finger me haaaard." Her head thrashes restlessly, and her thighs tremble as Nathan trails his fingers across her sensitive skin.

"You want my fingers here," Nathan teases as he brushes the tips of her fingers against Haley's lower lips. "Or maybe here?" A single finger circles her entrance, dipping in just enough to tease her. "Or maybe you want them right here?" He rubs Haley's clit before pinching the hard bundle of nerves.

The mind-numbing pleasure is too much and not enough. She feels as if every nerve is melting, the fire in her veins threatening to burn her whole. Needing something, anything, she grabs Nathan's wrist and holds his hand in place.

"Fuck me, Nathan. Eat me, suck me, I don't care. Just make me come," she growls, her eyes flashing with the desperate urgency she feels pounding in her chest.

"Fuck, Hales, that's so hot," Nathan breathes against her core, and Haley shivers at the warm puff of air. She lets go of his wrist and moves to her breasts. She toys with her chest, pinching the sensitive nipples and caressing the smooth, silky flesh.

While one hand is busy teasing her pussy, Nathan's other hand moves up to join her, his hand cupping one firm breast and stroking the sensitive skin.

"Jesus fuck, Nathan," she hisses through clenched teeth when he gives a sharp pinch to her nipple. "God, baby, so good so good, so damn good."

As they continue to fondle her chest together, Nathan leans forward and nips at Haley's clit, and dear god in heaven, has anything felt so good? She raises her hips to her husband's talented mouth. She moans low in her throat when Nathan presses two fingers to her entrance, teasing and driving Haley closer to climax.

"You want me to finger you, baby? You know much you love it when I fuck you with my fingers. Mmm, you look so goddamn hot; legs open with your pretty pussy on display. I can feel you soaking. You're so wet, so fucking wet, and look at me, my face is practically covered with your juices."

Nathan's coarse, heated words pushes her ever closer to the edge, and without preamble, he thrusts two fingers into her core, and Haley feels herself shatter into a million pieces, light flashing behind her closed lids as she screams her release.

Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgoodfuckinggod.

Haley slumps against the couch, spent from her orgasm, and Nathan grins. Damn, he is good.

Realizing his pants and boxers are down around his ankles, he kicks them off before moving to sit beside his wife. He glances at her, skin flushed from their exertions, chest heaving as she catches her breath, and unsurprisingly, he feels himself stir again. Grabbing Haley, he places her between his legs, his hard cock pressed against the small of her back as she leans against him.

"Mmm," she murmurs as she turns her head to place a kiss on his neck. "Someone's ready."

"Always," he tells her as he brings his hands to her chest, cupping and kneading her breasts. She arches her back, thrusting her breasts further into his hands, and Nathan takes the hint. His girl has never been one for subtlety when it comes to what she wants in bed. He traces her areolas, teasingly close to her nipples but never quite touching them. He continues his teasing until Haley is squirming against him, desperate for more.

"Pinch, baby," she breathes, her voice low and throaty as her arousal spikes. She lets out a low keen when he complies, and at the sound, Nathan hardens even more.

"Oh god," she cries out when he sharply pinches her nipples again. She rocks against him, his cock pulsing against her lower back, and he nearly comes apart right then.

God, Haley feels good. So warm and wet, absolutely luscious, and his cock twitches as the thought of how amazing she will feel when he is inside her.

There is nothing better than being inside his wife.

"You want to make love or fuck?"

His words are hot against her throat, and he can't help but grin as she shudders against him. She presses back against him, his cock slipping between the cheeks of her ass, and he bites back a moan. They don't regularly engage in anal sex, but whenever they do, his orgasm is nothing short of brain-meltingly explosive.

"Please, Nathan," she breathes as she continues to rock against him.

"Please what?"

She shakes her head, unable to answer as he continues to tease her, his hands once again moving to her core, fingers shifting through the wiry hair covering her mound. He groans at the profusion of wetness that meet his fingers. He traces her lower lips, his index finger dipping in slightly to tease her clit. He rubs the hardened nub just for a moment, wanting to drive Haley to the edge without sending her over. When her breathing becomes heavy, he abandons her clit, lowering his finger to circle her entrance. He continues his teasing, alternating between her clit and her entrance, until she is fairly shaking in his arms.

When she thrusts back against him, her bottom wriggling against his hard cock, he decides to grant her some relief. He eases a finger inside her, and his eyes nearly roll back in his head at the feeling.

Goddamn his wife feels so good.

He establishes a slow, lazy rhythm, his pace intending to heighten her arousal. She thrusts her hips upwards, trying to increase the speed of his movements, but Nathan slows even further.

"Easy, baby. Just let it happen," he soothes her as he continues his easy pace. He places his thumb at her clit, letting her movement control the pressure against her sensitive point.

"Na-Nathan," she begs, her voice hoarse with desire. She brings a hand to his wrist and presses his hand closer to her center as her thrusts quicken. "Need m-more fingers."

He is always happy to oblige where his wife is concerned.

"Like this, Hales," he whispers as he adds another finger. He continues to stroke his fingers in and out of her pussy, his thumb maintaining a firm pressure on her clit. She is so wet, so goddamn tight, and his eyes crosses as he thinks about how good she will feel around his cock.

"God, baby, you're so fucking tight. I love fucking you with my fingers and my cock," he says.

When she moans low in her throat, he knows she is close to climaxing, and he increases the pace of his fingers, determined to bring her off. Moments later, she tightens around his fingers, throwing her head back against his shoulder as she comes.

He maintains a slow, steady rhythm as she comes down from her high, her body burrowing further into his chest. After a few moments he reluctantly pulls his fingers from her pussy, and tightens his arm across her chest. He shifts Haley to his side, slipping from behind her to stand up.

"Hales," he asks again, "do you want to make love or fuck?"

Haley sits up, eyes flashing with pent up desire at her husband's words, when she falters, completely unprepared for the sight before her: Nathan, his hair mussed into a million different directions by her fingers, his hand lazily stroking his cock.

Without a doubt, he is the most gorgeous man she has ever seen.

He smiles, a soft, gentle smile, as he continues to masturbate in front of her. His hand never stopping, he moves closer to the sofa. His eyes meet hers for a moment, Haley's arousal sparking at the heat in his gaze, before dropping to stare at her pussy.

"Mmm, you're so open for me, Hales. So wet and pink and perfect." He leans down and kisses her, a light kiss that only serves to heighten her arousal.

She groans, her hand snaking up to his nape in order to pull him closer to her.

"Nuh-uh, baby," he says as he pushes back against her, breaking her hold on his neck. "You have to tell me what you want."

"What? Just tell me, Nathan, and stop this damn teasing!"

"I love it when you get bossy," he grins, winking when she lets out a frustrated growl. "What do I want? Make love or fuck? It's simple, Hales. Do you want me to put this," a long, slow stroke of his cock, "here," a quick thrust of his finger into her pussy. "And fuck you all night long? Or do you want me to be slow and gentle? Which do you want, Ms. Bossy? I know what I want."

She stares, unable to speak as her brain is threatening to short-circuit with the images flashing before her: Nathan bending her over the arm of the sofa, taking her from behind; Nathan sprawled on the cushions as she rides him desperately; Nathan slowly entering her as she writhes on their bed...

God, she needs him inside her.

Right. Fucking. Now.

She whimpers as he releases his cock, but Nathan just grins as he helps Haley stand. He cups her face in his hands and presses a sweet kiss to her nose.

"Hales," he states, "I love you and I love making love with you but right now? Right now I just need to fuck you." He smirks and slaps her ass lightly. "So ride me fast and hard."

Haley scoffs and rolls her eyes before shoving his chest, causing Nathan to take a step back. "When don't I do that?" She shoots back her reply as she turns him to the couch before pushing him into the soft cushion. She straddles his lap, sliding backwards until his cock presses against her ass.

Automatically, Nathan's hands drift to her waist, but Haley shakes her head, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head. He shoots her a frustrated glare, and she grins, loving the power she has over him.

"I thought you liked it when I was bossy, baby," she purrs, lowering her face to his before engaging in a furious kiss. When she pulls back, she lets go of his wrists but issued a command. "Keep your hands up. It's my turn to play."

Nathan reluctantly nods, although Haley can feel how eager he truly is as his cock pulses at her demand. She reaches behind her to run her hand along his cock; stopping to gently cup his balls.

"Sweet Christ, Hales," he breathes as she prolongs the pleasurable torment. "Fuck me, babe."

"Only when I'm good and ready," she teases, one finger dipping to press against the sensitive spot behind his testicles that always drives him wild. She sits up on her knees and moves to hover over his erect cock. "Good thing I'm ready now," she says as she lowers on his cock in one quick breath, her inner muscles rippling around his rigid length.

"Oh fuck," Nathan groans. "So goddamn tight."

She leans forward to kiss him, her erect nipples brushing against his hard chest, moaning as her movements cause him to shift inside her.

"Ready for the ride of your life, Nathan?"

Before he can answer, Haley starts to fuck him, setting a fast and furious pace that leaves them both burning for more. Unable to use his hands, Nathan watches as she plays with her breasts, pinching and tugging her nipples, and she grins wickedly when he groans and licks his lips at the sight. Lowering her hands to her center, she toys with her clit before teasing his cock on every upstroke. She brings her hand to her mouth and makes a show of licking one slender finger.

"Wanna taste?"

He nods and leans forward, opening his mouth. She laughs and shakes her head before moving her hand back to her chest.

"I just asked if you wanted to, I didn't say you could," she teases, her voice light and breathless as she continues to rock against him.

"Haaaales," he whines, causing Haley to giggle at the desperation on his face. He growls and Haley feels the vibration shoot straight to her clit.

A particularly sharp thrust of his hips prevents any reply. Okay, the time for teasing was over. There was some serious fucking to be done.

Haley eagerly rides him, her breasts bouncing as she chases her orgasm. She grinds her clit against his pubic bone on every down stroke, but needing more, she entwines her fingers with his and brings their joined hands to her center.

"Thought you said no touching," he chokes out.

"A woman can always change her mind, right?"

"Thank god," he says as he raises his hips to meet hers.

"No, thank Haley," she giggles before he pinches her clit, the move unexpectedly spiraling her towards climax. She cries out as a million pinpricks of light flash behind her closed eyes. The pleasure washes over, the shockwaves radiating from her center to the tips of her fingers and toes.

Wanting Nathan to experience the same bliss, she continues to thrust against him, her body operating on auto-pilot as her orgasm burns through her. A few moments later, Nathan climaxes, his release triggering another climax for Haley. She collapses against his chest, her nearly boneless body limp with exhaustion.

Long minutes pass before either recovered. Haley is the first, propping her elbows on his chest to look down at Nathan. His expression is one of complete adoration, and she feels her heart thump with the immense love she feels for him at this moment.

Before she can say anything, he raises his head to lightly kiss her.

"Next time I'm Mr. Boss."

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