The Shower Incident

Disclaimer: One Tree Hill belongs to the WB, Mark Schwann and some other people that I'm not fully sure of.

A/N: This is based off of the Bizarre OTH world, I just felt that it left many things unexplored...so I explored one. This tale is Nathan/Brooke and is rated M or NC-17 or whatever the hell you want to call it.

The Shower Incident
by scarlet/superscar

He was quiet in class, but she didn't mind. It was perfect, even.

She'd fantasized about his voice...low and sexy, rippling over her as he screamed her name-

"Brooke!"

Her head snapped to the teacher at the front of class.

"Ms. Davis, is there something about Nathan's ear that you find particularly interesting?"

Brooke smirked, "Unexplored territory. I'll keep you informed."

Most of the kids snickered and Nathan darted a shocked look in her direction.

She winked and his eyes snapped back to his desk and color rose to his cheeks.

This was going to be way too fun.

***

They had a few classes together and she noticed him looking at her as covertly as possible. It was cute, really, that he was trying to keep his curiousity a secret from her. But she was a pro, and he was very clearly not.

It was what she liked best about him. Well, that and his six pack...ass...bright blue eyes. There was a lot of things she liked about him.

"Brooke," Peyton snapped to get her attention and tossed her a folded piece of paper.

Brooke waited until the teacher turned to the board to read the note, snorted and wrote her back.

They generally did this throughout class. The alternative was what, studying? Ridiculous.

"Think fast," Peyton tossed the note back for the millionth time.

"Ms. Davis!"

Peyton groaned and Brooke winced. Was there some kind of warning in the teacher's lounge? Be on the alert for Brooke Davis today - she isn't paying attention. Newsflash, she NEVER paid attention.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Care to read to the rest of the class?"

Brooke threw a smile at Peyton and shrugged, "Sure, why not?" She rose from her seat and opened the note, "Ahem, 'Isn't he dating that tutor chick, slut?' She means slut affectionately."

"No, I don't," Peyton shook her head and whole class died. Bitches.

Brooke glared at them and continued, "Actually, they're just friends - I do my homework..." here she let her gaze slide to Nathan and their eyes met, "...bitch."

"Brooke!" Mrs. Nelson gaped at her.

"It's what it says," she shrugged helplessly. "It continues to detail my plan of seduction - shall I go on?"

Mrs. Nelson pursed her lips, "No, Brooke, I think we've heard enough from you - why don't you go explain it to the Principal."

"Ohhhhh," a few kids applauded as Brooke rose from her seat and shrugged.

"See you tomorrow," she tossed the note to Nathan and sauntered smoothly from the classroom.

***

A hand landed on his arm and he spun quickly, knocking his locker closed with all his stuff still inside.

Haley burst out laughing and he muttered a quick 'Bite me' before fiddling with his combination again.

"So you wouldn't BELIEVE the story I heard in Home Ec today," she smirked as he finally re-opened his damn locker.

"Here it comes," he muttered.

"Brooke Davis saranaded you in English?"

"WHAT?"

Haley cackled, "Maybe it was a little different. So what did the note say?"

Nathan shrugged, "Who knows, I threw it out."

"Before reading it?" Haley gaped at him, "Have I taught you *nothing*?"

Nathan smirked and held out the note between his fingers.

"You jerk!" Haley snatched it, "I was about to go digging through the dumpster."

"Damn...that would have been worth seeing."

"Yeah, yeah," Haley was already reading and whistled, "You read this yet?"

Nathan shook his head because it wasn't actually a lie if he didn't say anything.

"Whatever," Haley didn't even look at him, "You won't mind if I toss it, then-"

He snatched it back from her and read it over again.

It was easy to tell which was Brooke. She wrote in purple and heart-dotted every I. There was a circle around one such I with Peyton's note 'I might vomit.' To Nathan, this seemed to indicate Brooke was normally above such girlie sap and reserved such things for talking about him.

He smiled.

"You liiiike her," Haley giggled, "You want to have millions of her babies."

Nathan rolled his eyes and shut her into his locker.

"Nathan!" she banged on the door.

"I'm reading, shhhh!"

"I'm peeing on your sweatshirt!"

He ignored her and went back to Brooke's lurid description of his body. Quite a lustful creature, that one. Not that he was complaining. Unlike Peyton, who wrote EWWW in big black letters.

...and thus endeth the note.

"Find anything you like?" a voice slid up his spine but when he turned...she was gone.

"NA-THAN!"

"Oh, sorry," Nathan opened the door to let Haley out. "You promise to be good?"

She nodded enthusiastically and he let her slide out.

"You liiiiiike her," she smirked and darted down the hallway.

***

He was starting to lose focus in class. It was like she was everywhere. A whisper here, a wink there...there was once that he was POSITIVE that she groped him but then she was gone.

...and she'd taken to eating lollipops, swirling her tongue around them, sliding them into her mouth and over her lips and then her tongue would slowly reach out to trace its path.

It was maddening. Totally unfair - if it was some ugly chick torturing him like this - it would be stalking - easily fixed by telling the principal, and that's even assuming there was another girl on the planet with half the balls of Brooke Davis.

And it wasn't like she'd given him the opportunity to reject her, just kept slowly beating at his defenses until she was his every thought and jack off aid.

The only thing that stopped him from throwing her against the wall was the petulant thought that then she would *win.*

...and that's when it all stopped.

***

"Are you feeling okay?" Peyton put her hand over Brooke's forehead.

"Sure," Brooke shrugged, "Why?"

"You haven't sent Nathan flowers, made any suggestive statements, groped and dashed..."

"Oh, that," Brooke waved it off, "Hot and cold, baby, it's all part of the beautiful game of love."

"Or, in your case, the twisted game of lust."

"Exactly."

***

It had been 214 hours and twenty minutes until she last winked at him. Just the fact that he bothered to figure that out made Nathan want to kick himself in the shin. He'd barely ever even spoken to the girl and he was pussywhipped. It was truly and utterly pathetic.

To make it worse, he couldn't stop watching her, wondering what was going on, if it was just some sort of game to mess with him for her pal Peyton - Lucas's girlfriend, or if she'd just gotten bored. It wasn't as though guys didn't proposition her every hour of the day.

"You're doing it again," Haley waved her breadstick in front of his face.

"What?"

Haley shook her head, "Fantasizing about Captain of the CheerWhores?"

"She's not a whore," he muttered, not at all sure what he was saying was true or if she had some sort of 900 number.

"Nathan, it was funny...for awhile, but I'm worried about you. You don't want to get...involved...with Brooke Davis...do you?"

And the fucking insane thing was, he already felt like he WAS involved with her. God, he could just shoot himself.

"What if I did?" he asked her nervously.

Haley frowned, "What if, hypothetically, you lost your mind and became a notch on her pop-poms?"

"How would she put a notch on her pom-poms? Like, on the handle?"

"I'm ignoring you, I'm ignoring you," Haley plugged her ears.

"It's a legitimate question-"

"I don't know, ask her, oh wait, you've never spoken to her."

"I did..."

"When? Second grade?"

"Fourth," he muttered defensively.

"Nathan, she's changed a LOT since then-"

"Believe me, I know," he sighed, it was those very changes that kept up at night, washing his sheets.

"She'd eat you alive, Nate-"

He closed his eyes. Now THAT was an image.

"Ewwww, I'm trying to eat...nooooo, it's in my head now! It's a small world aaaafter all. It's a small world aaaafter all," Haley banged her temples with her fists.

"Whoa," Nathan winced, "No need to punish the rest of us..."

Haley flipped him off.

***

Nathan worked out a lot after school - he came in right after the team suited up for practice and hit the weights, and by the time he was back to shower, they were still at it in the gym.

He didn't realize anyone knew or cared about this until he heard her voice.

"Miss me?"

His body reacted with alarming speed, preventing him from turning to see her fully.

The towel hit the floor and Nathan shut his eyes, tight, blocking her presence in his mind and the same time holding it there in keen focus.

"Nothing I haven't seen before, you know," Brooke stepped up behind him and drew one finger slowly down his spine.

He gave up.

***

It was what she'd waited for, longer than she'd ever waited for anyone - which was only two weeks, but she was an impatient person by nature.

She knew it was in him - she could feel his passion from a distance and when it was unleashed, Brooke wanted to be there.

And here she was. For just a moment, all his muscles relaxed and then he spun, pulling her against him in an explosion of passion.

Their lips met and fire leapt through her womb as her muscles clenched down, hard, already seeking satisfaction. But she wanted to savor this, every perfect moment.

He didn't have much, if any, experience and mimicked her movements in kissing, meeting and massaging her tongue without tempting her gag reflex and Brooke began to throb with anticipation.

Nathan was raw passion and she could mold him into the perfect lover. His hands wandered along her back and she could tell he was hesitant about touching things he shouldn't.

A gentleman. What a concept.

She moved his hand for him, placing it on her breast and breaking their kiss so he could see what he was doing. His eyes were the widest she'd ever seen them and Brooke's heart ached at his innocence.

His fingers moved over her softly, testing her limits as though he was afraid to break her.

"Mmmm," she sighed her approval as he circled her nipple and they hardened immediately. Pleasure tingled from her breasts deep into her stomach and she slowly started moving her hips against him.

His eyes slid closed and she heard him groan - deep like she knew it would be. He moved back against her and kissed down her throat to her breasts.

"You're beautiful," he whispered his first words to her, as far as she could remember and Brooke nearly collapsed with the pleasure of it.

"I want you," she caught his eye to say it and he swallowed.

"Why?"

Brooke giggled and ran her hand down his side...

***

When her soft, manicured hand reached his cock his hips jumped of their own accord and he could no longer remember what they were talking about.

"Brooke-" he gasped.

"Isn't this reason enough?" she winked then and he'd had enough.

"No," he shook his head and her smile slowly faded... "But I'll let it slide."

Brooke's laugh was gorgeous and he wanted to listen to it forever, but he kissed her instead, pulling her under the shower with him as the water ran over them and he explored her mouth and body, never quite able to get all he needed of either.

She backed them against the tile and lifted her leg around his waist, allowing his cock to slide against her, slick to the touch at her entrance, as hot and wet as his fantasies but so real he could die in anticipation, the abject fear she'd change her mind, that it was just some kind of twisted joke.

"Please, Nathan," she clenched her thigh around his hip and her heel dug into his ass, driving the head of his cock inside her and he caught his breath and pushed further, needing more - as much as she could give him.

Brooke moaned, pushing up onto her tiptoes and he helped her out, lifting her easily into his arms and slamming her back against the tile to thrust inside her, grinding to match her hip movements as she locked her ankles at his lower back, clenching and releasing him over and over as he pushed into her.

He'd never experienced anything so great in his life and every second it built higher and higher until he was postive he would die if it didn't end, but curl up and cry if it did.

***

She was close. So damn close, but he was too - she could feel it as his speed heightened and his breathing went crazy, panting at one moment and stopping the next. If it stopped too soon she might actually burst into tears, she needed it so much. The weeks of waiting, just picturing this moment and it couldn't be more perfect.

Brooke ground herself against his hips helplessly, writing like the madwoman she very nearly was.

Nathan gasped against her neck and slammed into her and she clenched against him, straining every muscle for that completion he could give her and he ground against her, lifting her over the cliff and off the edge where she was falling into a waterfall of rushing pleasure pulsating through her body.

Someone was screaming, but she couldn't be sure who as they slowly came to a trembling stand still and her legs slid from around his hips and he lowered her to the ground.

"Wow," she heard her own voice and chanced a look at Nathan for his reaction.

He was nodding like his neck was loose, but didn't look at her as she stepped back into the shower to rinse. After a second he followed her lead and but said nothing and her heart started to twist into little knots. He'd had fun, had a great time, she knew it...but why wasn't he saying anything?

Like, that was great, we should do it again sometime.

OR, I love you, will you bear my children?

Even, That was the best sex I've ever had. It wasn't Brooke's favorite choice, being that it was probably the only sex he'd ever had, but still. A little acknowledgement never hurt. Not every guy got their own Designer Brooke seduction in the locker room shower. Seriously.

She picked up her towel and headed back to her pile of clothes.

"Brooke, wait-"

She spun immediately, waiting. Bracing herself for the worst.

"You uhh...you wanna go out sometime?"

Nathan studied his fingernails and Brooke smiled. He was so hers.

The End.