AN: Aww, my first real NB fic. It's so pretty, ain't it? Hee. Um, I had so much fun writing this that I'm going to be starting a new NB fic (multi-chaptered ... oooooh!) real soon. As soon as I find the time to figure out the muddled plot in my head. Enjoy!

Scoring always put Nathan in a good mood. Both on, and off, the court. He'd strolled into the party at his own beach house feeling better than he had in a long time. Tim had passed him a beer, and Peyton had appeared by his side, happy that he was happy. He'd whispered an apology for his bad mood earlier, and she'd waived it away. Grinning, Nathan knew tonight was going to be a good night.

Until he caught sight of Brooke entering the party. Normally, his path barely crossed with Brooke's, despite their connection through Peyton, and the fact that she was the head cheerleader and he was the destined captain of the basketball team. Some people might have thought it strange that he and Brooke had never hooked up, or barely talked. Some people would have been surprised.

He stood up, muttering something to Peyton about getting another drink, and found himself standing in front of Brooke. One quick glance down at her outfit, the way it hugged her body and teased at something more, and he was drawn back to that night.

He slanted his lips over hers, lost in the moment. His hands curved around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss. She moved against him, causing him to groan inwardly as fire coursed through his body. He felt her arms wrap around his neck, bringing his head down further so she could get better access to him. They were both spiralling out of control as the kiss threatened to engulf them, and Nathan pulled back whilst he still could. He rested his forehead against hers, struggling to breathe normally.

Her eyes were closed, but he could feel her fighting to catch her own breath.

"We're in a bar," Nathan murmured raggedly.

Brooke opened one of her eyes and looked up at him. "Where's your sense of adventure, Scott?"

Nathan chuckled. He was suddenly conscious that he was stroking her back gently, and stilled his fingers, a little embarrassed. "Afraid of ending up in the local jail, waiting for Dan to bail me out for indecent exposure," he deadpanned.

Brooke giggled. "So Scott, what exactly are we doing here?"

Nathan looked down at their entwined limbs. His hands were still on her back, and her arms were still locked around his neck. Figuring that they'd already thrown caution to the wind, he bent to brush his lips against hers, grinning when he saw her body react, despite her best attempts to remain cool.

"I'm surprised, Brooke," Nathan teased. "I thought you were pretty experienced in this kind of thing."

Brooke arched her eyebrows. "I don't seem to remember doing this with you before though."

"Well, that's true," Nathan conceded. "What do you normally do after you pick up a guy in one of these seedy clubs?"

Brooke grinned. "The same thing you do when you pick up a girl at one of your seedy parties."

"Except this is different," Nathan muttered.

"Yes it is," Brooke agreed softly.

"This is just a bit of fun, right?" Nathan murmured.

Brooke let one of her fingers trail down his chest. "Of course."

"I mean, neither of us is relationship material or anything like that," Nathan pointed out as tiny fires ignited on his skin where her finger had touched it through his shirt.

"The horror," Brooke agreed with a delicate shudder.

"So that leaves us with tonight," Nathan hedged, unsure of himself and of Brooke.

"One night," Brooke murmured as she lifted her arms to wrap them around his neck once more.

Nathan grinned as he dipped his head once more, brushing a kiss across her lips. "One more game of pool. Winner gets to choose what we do for the rest of the night."

"You're on, Nate," Brooke grinned. "But all's fair in lust and pool."

"Bring it on, Davis." Nathan opened his arms in invitation as Brooke slid away from him and picked up her cue.

She set up the table and leant down to break, giggling as Nathan stood next to her and placed his hand lightly on her hip and moved his fingers in a distracting manner.

When it was his turn, she stood opposite him and bent down low, making sure Nathan caught the teasing view. Nathan chuckled as he took his shot.

Knowing he hadn't stood a chance, Nathan had just enjoyed Brooke's attempts to put him off his shots. When she potted the last ball, she met his gaze with a feline-like satisfaction.

"I guess I get to choose," she purred.

"If you get me arrested, there's going to be trouble," Nathan warned her as he wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her outside.

"As if I'd do something like that," Brooke said angelically as she leaned into him.

"So what's the plan?" Nathan asked as they reached the road. Being a small town, they could walk in any direction and find home.

"You can walk me home," Brooke said graciously.

Nathan nodded and directed her towards her house. Brooke tucked her hand under his jacket and let him guide her.

"This is nice," Brooke mumbled.

"You're out with the sexiest guy at Tree Hill, and it's nice?" Nathan teased.

"The sexiest guy in Tree Hill?" Brooke pondered for a minute. "I guess you're in the top five."

"Sure I am," Nathan said easily as they crossed the street. "Because I'm number one."

"Nathan?" Brooke whined. "Buy me some hot chocolate?"

He raised his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything. He disappeared into a café, returning with two hot chocolates. Passing one to Brooke, he watched as she used her finger to pick up the froth and put it in her mouth.

"You know, you're a lot sexier when you're not trying to be sexy," Nathan grinned as he reached out to pick up some froth she left on her lips and fed it to her.

Brooke tried to look affronted. "I managed to distract you plenty back there."

"I didn't say you weren't sexy," Nathan chuckled. "I just said you were sexier when you're being yourself."

"I'm always myself," Brooke said, confused.

Nathan said nothing, but put his arm around her waist and started walking again.

"You're a strange one, Nathan Scott," Brooke decided. "Hot, but strange."

"Hot, huh?" Nathan grinned. He took a quick glance around before gently pushing Brooke against the wall and kissing her senseless.

It didn't take long for them to verge on losing control once more. This time Brooke broke away, giggling.

"Hey, you're the one who's going to get us arrested, Scott," Brooke teased.

"I couldn't help it," Nathan grinned. "I have to kiss all the sexy girls who think I'm hot."

"That's how you got your reputation," Brooke reminded him.

Nathan chuckled as he straightened her dress. It had gotten a little rumpled with his teasing exploration during their kiss. He wasn't going to forget this dress in a hurry.

"Nice work," Brooke commented as they started towards home again.

"Nice dress," Nathan replied.

"I can't imagine why you like it," Brooke teased.

"Sure you can," Nathan laughed. "That's why you wear it."

"Okay, stop knowing all my tricks," Brooke pouted. "You're no fun."

"You want me to demonstrate how I know you don't really think that?" Nathan asked wickedly.

"We're home," Brooke announced with good timing. "Thanks for walking me home, Nathan."

Nathan looked at her in surprise. "This was what you wanted to do? Be walked home?"

Brooke shrugged, a little smile playing on her lips.

Nathan tried to figure out how Brooke Davis could look adorable, yet here she was. Looking adorable. "I'd have walked you home anyways, Brooke," he told her.

"I know," Brooke said as she smiled up at him.

"You don't want anything else?" Nathan asked, bemused.

"I might want something else, but it wouldn't be a good idea," Brooke said softly. "As much as I want to drag you inside, I won't. All it would be is one really great night, and something is telling me that you and I aren't destined for that together."

"Because we're not relationship people," Nathan remembered. "You're full of surprises, Brooke Davis."

"You're full of a couple yourself, Nathan Scott," Brooke returned with a cute smile.

Nathan bent and captured her lips one final time. He tempered the passion that immediately flared between them, and kept it slow. Sensual. Searching. Eventually, he backed away, putting some distance between them.

"I guess we go back to normal tomorrow," Nathan supposed.

"Except tomorrow I'll know how great a kisser you are," Brooke grinned cheekily, before bounding towards her house.

Nathan watched her open the door and wave before disappearing.

Chuckling to himself, he turned to walk home. No, he wouldn't be forgetting that dress in a hurry.

But things hadn't gone back to normal. He hadn't seen Brooke for the rest of the week. And afterwards, he hadn't known how to talk to her, to figure out how she felt about that night. Then, about a month after that night, he and Peyton had hooked up. They'd started dating. And he'd still hardly seen Brooke. Like he said, their paths didn't cross that much. And he'd forgotten all about that night, two months ago. Until he'd seen her in that dress. In that dress, Brooke belonged to him.

"I never told you, that night," Nathan said gruffly. "But you look beautiful, Brooke."

Brooke stared up at him, and he could have sworn he saw a glimpse of pain in her eyes.

"I guess one of us was relationship material after all, Scott," Brooke whispered, before turning and disappearing into the crowd.