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A/N: I find that I can’t relax until I get this out.
Permanent
Rating: NC-17
By scarlet (superscar)
“Whoa, James, hot tattoo, when you get that?”
Haley stood up from gathering her papers and glared at her coworker. “Ten years ago.
You hear that rumor they’re permanent? Damndest thing.”
“Why 23?”
“I didn’t want freaks like you commenting on 69,” Haley shrugged.
“Oh, then you really shouldn’t have brought it up,” he smirked.
“I’m going to put this to you the nicest way I know how: Drop dead…please,” she didn’t wait for a reply.
“Ms. James you have three messages from-”
Haley took the messages and waved off her assistant.
“Oh, and Lucas Scott is holding for you.”
“Great,” Haley smiled and picked up the phone, “Love Goddess.”
“Hah, you’re lucky you hit the right button.”
“Deities do not hit the wrong button, Lucas-san.”
“Yeah, yeah. So you going to bid on me or what?”
Haley sighed, “You KNOW how I feel about auctions. I did my duty years ago.”
“C’mon, Hales, live a little. Or, you know, you wouldn’t have to bid for me…”
“Don’t even think about saying it.”
“You know my opinion.”
“Too well.”
“He broke up with Red Dye #5.”
Haley shrugged, he broke up with them all. “I’m hanging up now.”
“Talk to you later, Hales,” he sighed.
Of it’s own accord, her finger flipped through her calendar. A week shy of two months. A small smile spread over her lips. It was early for him. Nathan was generally a three month man.
Nathan Scott. Her first love.
Arguably, her only love.
The very concept scared her and she buzzed her assistant, “Get me Brooke Davis on the line.”
“Haley James, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I need your expert advice,” Haley rolled her eyes as she spoke.
“Do it.”
“What?”
“Whatever you’re thinking, go for it. If it’s male, double bag it, you never know what you could get these days.”
“OK, the thing Hal Haley shifted uncomfortably, “There’s this charity auction tonight.
For work.”
“Now what could a sports agent like yourself possibly be talking about auctioning…”
Haley could just hear the grin in the girl’s voice.
“It’s basically like high school.”
“Only there’s so much more money involved… So why’d you call?”
The bitch was gonna make her say it. “I’m thinking about bidding.”
“Oh, really, and for whom?”
“Nathan,” Haley mumbled.
Brooke laughed, “About freaking time, Tutor-girl!”
“I just want to stop wondering, Brooke, is that wrong?”
“No, honey, it’s far from wrong. You owe it to yourself to take a shot.”
“We had our shot, he dumped me,” Haley muttered.
Brooke snorted, “Haley, you were sixteen years old! If this is still bothering you after
ten years, you need closure, at least.”
“I can’t be the supermodel he wants.”
“Why would he want that? He dumps those all the time.”
Haley chuckled. “We only see each other maybe once a month, hardly talk. I don’t
know what he wants anymore.”
“Well, you don’t even know if he is what you want anymore.”
“True enough.”
“Just go for it, Haley.”
“He dumped me, Brooke, isn’t it humiliating to like, beg him to take me back?”
“Oh, honey, just listen to Brooke. You won’t be the one begging. Believe me.”
***
It wasn’t as though he wasn’t used to being auctioned off at this point. They did it every damn year in High School, but he didn’t like the reminders.
He was a different person now, a professional basketball player. Nathan Scott, #23 for the Lakers.
The number was a condition in his contract.
Nathan didn’t care that his agent thought he was some sort of psychotic Jordan fan or that he wouldn’t work for Chicago for precisely that reason.
“NATHAN SCOTT!” the announcer yelled.
The crowd screamed and he picked up the strut. Was there any way he could ever get tired of women clamoring over him? He didn’t foresee the possibility.
He ripped his shirt off, tossing it to a girl in the front.
Bidding whirled around him and he barely paid attention. He hadn’t the foggiest idea why they bothered bidding on him, since he’d be free the next day, but who was he to deny the ladies their wish?
“Going once…going twice…”
“$20,000,” a voice came from the back and Nathan suddenly took notice.
He should have read a lot more carefully what he was obligated to do for this event.
“$20, 500,” another bidder he recognized joined into the fray.
Unfortunately, he recognized her. She had some BDSM tendencies that weren’t really his bag, so Nathan looked hopefully back in the direction of his mystery woman.
“$23,000.”
He was in little in love with her already, truth be told.
“SOLD to the woman in the back!”
The crowd parted as she came forward. Young…Excellent body, everything about her seemed perfect until his eyes landed on her face.
“Haley?” his mouth dropped as she paid for him and threw a wink his way.
“Long time no see, Nathan.”
He gaped at her.
“Follow me,” she smiled, letting her eyes wander over him.
Nathan tried to find his tongue, but it refused to cooperate.
Haley turned away from him and the expanse of skin sent him a sucker punch to the gut. Her dressed dip down and down, cradling her tattoo in the V of the dress.
“You coming?” Haley tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked back at him.
Sweet Mercy…
***
Truly, she could die happy.
$23,000 was a small price to pay to see Nathan Scott’s tongue hit the floor.
He’d yet to retrieve his voice.
“Care to dance?” she offered him her hand and he took it, leading her out onto the dance floor.
Her breath hissed as his hand went to the naked skin of her back. Awareness shot through her body and Haley ached to rub against him.
“How have you been?” Nathan’s voice tickled her ear and she shivered.
“Not bad, and yourself?”
“I have almost everything I ever wanted…”
“Almost?” she smiled.
His hand was slowly sliding down her back, either daring her to comment or trying to escape her notice.
“There was this one thing that always seemed to escape me…”
“The finer points of algebra?”
“Two things that always escaped me,” he corrected.
Haley giggled and his hand dipped lower. She didn’t stop him, didn’t want to. It wasn’t
hard to figure out his goal…it was just amusing to acknowledge how much Brooke knew about men.
“Haley, believe me, all men have a built in primitive streak, this cut will send electric shockwaves straight to his dick.”
Naturally, Haley had protested…but she bought it anyway.
“Get me a drink?” she whispered in his ear.
***
“Anything you want,” he smiled as Haley lead him away, taking the opportunity to see her beautiful tattoo again.
In high school, it freaked him out, but he couldn’t imagine what he’d been thinking.
Every time he thought of her with other guys, he imagined their reaction to the tattoo. What did she say? Claim to be a Jordan fan? Tell the poor guy the truth? That
Nathan Scott was everything to her and he’d have to get in line?
It was that version that Nathan was particularly attracted to.
After they broke up in high school, she wore a patch over the tattoo. But he knew it was there and smirked every time he saw it. He wasn’t sure why. Nathan was the one to dump her, though he regretted it soon after.
He’d reunited with Peyton not long after and they stayed together for the rest of high school. It wasn’t bad, like the first time they were together…but it wasn’t what he’d had with Haley.
Something about the way she bounced back made him mad. She was cordial and polite. Haley was above things like getting even or spite. It was like she understood and he’d hated her for it.
Her serenity destroyed him.
She’d practically tattooed his name to her ass, but when he ended things, she just shrugged it off.
“Well, it was fun, right?” she smiled, “Take care of yourself, Nate.”
Every instinct he’d had screamed for him to run after her, but he didn’t move. He couldn’t. He hadn’t been laid in months and it was like girls were starting to trail him.
That day was close. One of the basketball groupies cornered him and though he escaped, he could still feel her body where it rubbed against him.
He knew himself, his weaknesses. It was only a matter of time.
So he broke it off, telling himself she deserved better.
“What do you want?” he sat next to her at the bar.
“Oh, surprise me,” she smiled.
“I’d like a sucker punch for the lady.”
“Oh really?” she smiled.
“Believe me, it’s only fair.”
Haley laughed.
“So how’s work?”
“Keeps me busy,” she shrugged, “And rich.”
Nathan laughed.
“How about you?”
“Pretty much the same. So what’s a good girl like you spending $23,000 on a date for? All you had to do was call, Hales.”
“And miss the expression on your face?” Haley shook her head, “Worth it all and
more.”
“So this is revenge, then?” he winced, “Remind the poor guy what he missed out on in high school.” If that was the case, he’d already known.
Haley laughed, “Nathan, darling, that was what the rest of high school was for. This is a whole other brand of fun.”
“You have my undivided attention,” he promised.
“You want to get out of here?” Haley winked.
Did. He. Ever.
***
“Well, this is the place,” Haley smiled as she opened the door, “You want the tour?”
Nathan pressed her back against the door. “No,” he shook his head and kissed her.
The trip to her bedroom was interesting…he should have taken the damn tour.
“Wanted this,” he murmured against her neck, “So long.”
“So why’d you dump me?” her breath hissed as his tongue traced her collarbone, “…jackass?”
“Mind-boggling idiocy,” he pulled the slinky strap from her shoulder with his teeth and smirked as the dress fell from her body. “Good…god,” he whispered, taking in her nakedness for the first time.
Feminine power whipped through her blood at the feral look in his eye. Heat fired through her body and her nipples hardened under his gaze.
“Well, you can go now,” Haley grinned.
Nathan glared at her and ripped the shirt off his body. “I won’t make that mistake twice,” he shook his head and crushed her mouth in savage claim. Her tongue met and matched his, striving for supremacy.
Haley rubbed her breasts against the smooth muscle of his chest and Nathan groaned into her mouth.
***
Haley James was naked in his arms. Naked. Without clothes. He’d never tasted anything as sweet as her kisses and her movements drove him mad.
They stumbled to the bed, his hands everywhere. Nathan had partially convinced himself that it was just a fucking fantastic dream, but he still wanted her to make her scream.
He laved her neck with kisses, following her throat to her breasts and nuzzling his head against them.
“Nathan,” Haley sighed and he rewarded her with a flick of his tongue against her nipple.
She sucked in her breath and arched into his mouth. He accommodated her, sucking on the hard peak of her nipple and soothing with his tongue. Nathan moved in time with his hand as it inched up her inner thigh.
Haley’s legs parted and Nathan nibbled his approval.
***
His fingers stopped moving and Haley moved her hips against him in frustration. “Nathan…” she complained.
It was the magic word and Haley smiled at the vigor with which he renewed his erotic assault on her senses. She pulled his head up to kiss him again, pushing her tongue in and out of his mouth as his hand built the lust inside her, sliding in and out, twisting to hit her pleasure points.
Haley moaned into his mouth and flipped them, straddling his waist as she ran her eyes over his toned muscles.
“I always loved this,” she smiled, fingering his nipple ring.
Nathan’s breath went in sharply and his hips moved up against her. She closed her eyes and ground against him, reveling in the feel of him underneath her, his hands on her hips, eyes on her naked body.
Her hands lifted to cup her own breast.
“God, Haley,” Nathan moaned, pulling her back down against his chest to kiss her again, plundering her mouth until she thought she might die.
***
Haley broke away from his lips and moved down his body, stopping to bite his nipple ring and wink as her tongue flicked out to play with it.
“Haley,” he begged her. The woman was trying to kill him.
“I don’t think you need these anymore,” she clucked her tongue as her fingers slipped beneath his waistband and Nathan lifted his hips in relief as she freed him of the entanglements.
“Nice,” she winked, running her finger down the length of his cock.
“Fuck,” he gasped, his hips leaping to her touch.
“That was the general idea,” Haley smirked, holding his eyes. “You clean?”
It took him a second to process words in general as her hand moved along his length.
“What? Yeah, of course.”
“Good,” she smiled and lowered her head, engulfing him in the heat of her mouth.
“Holy shit!” his eyes rolled back in his skull and his fingers dug into her hair, begging for mercy.
How long had he dreamed of her lips wrapped around him and now it was happening.
They were happening.
Haley’s head bobbed as she moved. Her hand moved in time with her mouth as she
went down on him, over and over.
***
Nathan pulled her off of him in almost desperation and started clawing through her night stand. “Where are there?”
“Nathan?” Haley grinned as he looked at her, “I’m on the pill.”
He tackled her back to the sheets and she wrapped a leg around his waist.
“Last chance,” Nathan murmured as he paused at her entrance.
Haley rolled her eyes and dug her heel into him. She thrust up at the same moment and he filled her, hot and hard. Thicker than her previous lovers. They both moaned at the joining and Nathan held her gaze.
“You okay?” he muttered.
“Perfect,” she kissed him and he started moving with maddening slowness, sliding along the snessness of her channel like he was savoring a dessert.
Haley met his thrusts, trying to hurry him up, but he had none of it. Tension coiled inside her as the sensations built. She burned for this man, for the ten years they’d been apart.
His control made her jealous of the many women he must have been with to learn it.
“Nathan,” she purred his name in his ear and his muscles bunched under her hands.
Haley felt the increased in speed and moaned as he rd agd against her. She was so
close to climax and he dangled it in front of her, tantalizing and torturing.
“So beautiful,” he whispered into her ear, “Feel amazing, Haley.”
***
She arched at his compliments and Nathan smiled against her neck.
The fact that he gave this up, gave her up for a decade sickened him. Hell, he may have been right. She might be too good for him…but if she was too blind to see that,
Nathan sure as hell wasn’t stupid enough to point it out.
“I tape your games,” she whispered in his ear. Her voice seemed to go straight to his cock and he slammed into her. “I’ve dreamed of doing this since I was fifteen.”
Since before they met…
“Haley,” he muttered harshly, trying to keep control as she drove him wild with her voice.
Nathan felt her tightening around him as she gasped his name, spasming against him as he rode out her orgasm.
He watched her face as her eyes widened and closed tight shut in pleasure. The desire to come right there was almost too fantastic to ignore, but he held himself in check and pulled out of her.
“What?” Haley blinked up at him in confusion as he lifted her to her knees.
“I want to see your tattoo,” Nathan told her and her eyes rekindled.
Haley turned and knelt on all fours, waving her tight ass in his face and letting him see that 23 on the small of her back. She slid her kneesrt irt in invitation and Nathan ran his hand over the numbers that marked her as his.
“You don’t know what seeing this does to me,” he kissed it softly and his tongue traced the numbers.
Haley sighed his name and Nathan ran his hands up her legs and into the curls at the apex of her thighs.
He knelt behind her, “You’re mine,” he said and thrust into her deeply, pulling her hips against him.
“Nathan,” she moaned, moving back against him.
“Tell me there’s no one else,” he demanded.
“No,” she shook her head, “No one else.”
“What do you want?”
“You, just you,” she moaned as his fingers massaged her softly, in sharp contrast to the harsh movement of his hips as he slammed into her repeatedly.
“Say you’re mine.”
“Yours,” she gasped, “Always yours.”
“Haley,” he sighed her name and pulled her back against him as he sank onto his
heels, bringing her down on top of him.
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