Title: Comfortable Liar
Author: Justlikebrooke (Lynn) & Typokween (Elena)
Pairing: Wouldn't you like to know...
Summary: There are no happy endings, only twisted, tangled webs that wrap around hearts and squeeze until they burst. NBL-triangle.
Rating: TEEN/ADULT; Language, Adult Content
Disclaimer: We own not a thing but our own imaginations and a shitload of awesomeness. Mark can have his crappy show, we just want to borrow the characters and cast them in the light they deserve. So remember this while you scan through our words: It's our world in here—you're just reading it. So please refrain from flaming us because this is all strictly alternate universe.
Special Thanks: To all who had a sneak peak and helped us through this. I (Typokween) would like to thank Lynn (justlikebrooke) for being the most awesome co-writer/friend ever. You are the Rachel to my Brooke/Brooke to my Rachel! Haha. ;) And I (Lynn) couldn't agree more. You (Typokween) are the best Brooke/Rachel a girl can have! 3
June 3rd 2008
This is not the first time they've been in a position like this. Two bodies trapped in a dark, closed and confined space with barely enough room to breathe. They'd been in closets bigger, smaller and equal to the one they're in now. He can hear her breathing and smell the cranberry and vodka on her breath.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," she says. "It's only a game." Her hand moves in the dark to press against his chest, "Nathan?"
"It's not that," he growls out angrily. "It's… her, this is so typical of her. Put her boyfriend in a closet with her best friend. Fucking classic Peyton Sawyer."
She nods even though she knows he can't see her. "I think she's on to us," she whispers and pushes him against the wall by pressing her body against his. "The jig is up," her mouth hovers over his. "How do you want this to play out?"
He shudders under her hold and tries to suppress his animal urges to rip her clothes off and screw her brains out. She's Brooke Davis after all, she's hot and popular and she's willing. Right?
He clenches his eyes shut and gasps for air when her hand moves to his zipper. "Brooke…" He mutters.
She chuckles deep within her throat and moves her mouth to his ear, "We only have six minutes left of this heaven Nathan, do you really want to waste it talking about your girlfriend?" She breathes in his ear, laughing seductively when she feels him shiver lustfully.
"You know I'm only with her for appearances." He says placing his hands on her hips. "Besides, she used to be your best friend," he reminds her.
"She also tried to steal my boyfriend." Brooke hisses.
"So that's what this is about then?" Nathan grabs her by the shoulders and pushes her away angry, "You want revenge?" He snorts, "Figures."
Brooke rolls her eyes in the dark and shoves him back against the wall again, "What I want right now Nathan… is you." She slides her fingernails up the back of his shirt and rubs the side of her face against his like a cat. "You know you want me Scott… you never say no." She chuckles deep within the back of her throat. A trait she knows drives him wild with lust.
"Fuck," he hisses through clenched teeth when her hand cups him firmly over his jeans. "Brooke, we can't."
"Says who? It's not like anyone would hold it against us Nate. It was Peyton's idea." She whispers against his lips. She waits until he exhales and brings his lips to hers before she jumps up into his arms and loses herself in him.
He smells wonderful, his cologne is intoxicating.
"How long has it been since you and I…" she pauses to let the sentence linger on and answer itself.
He slips his hands over her bottom and groans inwardly from the feel of her small frame against his much larger one. He nearly loses his balance when she begins to rub herself against him so closely and he can feel the heat radiating off of her. And he tries to remind himself that this is wrong. Brooke is with Lucas and he is supposedly with Peyton. However this hadn't stopped Peyton from shoving them both into the closet they were in now. It didn't stop her from trying to fuck his half-brother Lucas while they were on a break a few months ago. Brooke was right, this was Peyton's idea.
"You sure you wanna go down this road again, B?" he replies through a mocking leer. "I thought you wanted to go on the straight and arrow. You know, let Lucas cure you," he leans in to whisper into her ear, "you're straying off course, baby."
The warm breath on her ear slides down to the nape of her neck and instinctively she lets her head fall back on her shoulders. But when she feels his hot tongue flick out and lap at her skin, she jumps back remembering where she is and what he's doing.
"Careful Nathan, your envy is showing," she ends up snapping before she pushes off him.
Nathan scoffs at the ridiculous idea of being jealous of Lucas. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Too bad you forgot that I've been there, done that." He slinks his fingers into her hair to cradle the back of her skull. "If I really wanted it, I'd take it," he growls.
Fire ignites behind her lashes and burns in the dark so fiery he can feel her gaze rather than see it. He's pressed a button that hasn't been tampered with in quite some time. He's almost not even sure he knows what to do now, because it feels like forever since he's last been this close to her.
"What do you want Davis?" he replies ducking is head down until he feels her nose brush his.
Trying to push past the unexplained anger she feels she snaps, "Stop being melodramatic and kiss me," and makes sure to breathe her words into his mouth.
But her methods are rusty.
"What. Do. You. Want. Brooke Davis." He hisses into her face.
She blinks into the darkness and hates that she cant see his face clearly. She wants to see his expression. She wants to read his body language and read him so that she knows what to do next. Has it really been that long since they played this game?
"Answer me," he growls through gritted teeth and tightens his fingers on her forearms.
Grimacing in pain she shakes her head and whispers softly, "I don't know."
"That's not good enough," he whips his head back and forth in the negative, growing more mad by the second. "What the fuck do you want from me Brooke? What do you want!" Nathan shouts out fiercely.
"I don't know!" She ends up screaming back into his face.
Then a deafening silence grows between them, so intense that they both wonder if the other is even breathing. In the darkness all they have to bank on is their sense of hearing, because sight is out of the question. Touch is too risky and taste is not even an option.
He's never been a guy with all the words. He's not his brother, Lucas. Nathan's idea of an intelligent conversation is discussing Sports Center highlights. Or swapping different Xbox game techniques and cheat codes.
"I need way more time than seven minutes Davis," he says in way of trying to lighten the intensity of the moment. "But you already know that," he smirks.
"Don't cheapen the mood now lover, you were doing so well." Her tone is sharp and furious. Just the way he likes it. Or maybe the way he used to like it.
"How long are you going to fuck with me like this, huh? Because the games are getting old Brooke," he chastises her like a disobedient child.
"Fuck you," she mutters unsteadily.
"Too easy," he scoffs and she scowls in return. He feels her move away from him towards the door and stops her. "Where do you think you're going?" he asks confused.
She slaps his hands away and tries to ignore the surprise ball in her throat. She swallows it whole and tells herself that tears are for the weak. And Brooke is not weak.
"This is stupid. I don't want to play anymore," she hugs her arms around herself. "I want to go find Lucas."
Nathan feels the bile creep up his throat after hearing her say his brother's name with lips he once used to savor like a fine wine. "You've been avoiding me for weeks," he grows bold and calls her on their recent issue. "I know he doesn't do it for you, Davis." He chuckles and glides a hand down her side. "Not the way I do."
"Don't," she almost cries.
Frustrated he drops his hand, "You know where I stand, Brooke. Stop leaving me hanging. Tell me what you fucking want!"
"I told you I don't know!" She cries out aggravated from their conversation. "Why do you even care? I'm nothing more than a good fuck. Rode hard and put away wet. At least Lucas listens to me!"
"He doesn't even know you!" Nathan roars with wide scathing eyes. "I know you! I listen to you! Even when you don't utter a single fucking word I hear you. And do you know why? Do you have any idea why?"
Her voice is rising and he laughs back in her face. "You're seriously asking me that?"
"Yes! Why?!" she shrieks.
"Because I fucking love you!" He howls out in agony.
"Five… four… three… two… one!" She claps her hands and glances down at her watch just before flinging open the closet door.
"Because I fucking love you!"
Peyton's face instantly falls into a mask of devastation.
Lucas walks into the room just then and wonders why everyone is suddenly so quiet. His eyes follow in the direction of everyone else and he's surprised to see Brooke and Nathan facing off from the inside of a closet. He frowns and pushes past a guy in his history class to bring himself closer to his girlfriend.
"Brooke?" He says and suddenly everyone's attention is now on him.
She gulps down any emotion she has and steps out of the closet, avoiding eye contact with Peyton. She's two steps out the door before Nathan is pulling her backwards towards him.
"Where are you going?" He asks in disbelief. "Did you not hear what I just told you?"
"Don't do this," she whispers to him and shakes her head. Her gaze darts towards Lucas and she turns back to beg Nathan with her eyes. "Please don't do this," she prays.
Nathan drops her wrist in complete shock and backs away from her dumbfounded.
"Brooke?" Lucas says again feelings more than confused.
"Take me home Lucas," she tells him and takes the hand he holds out for her.
Nathan watches them leave and fights the urge to chase after her. How could she just walk away from him like this? Had the last few months meant absolutely nothing to her? He scowls at anyone looking in his direction and everyone turns their faces quickly to engage themselves in other matters.
Peyton stares back at Nathan with hurt in her eyes and shakes her head. "Did you ever care about me at all?" she asks and strangely enough he feels cold.
Not a bit of regret or guilt plagues him when he says, "Trust me Peyton," and sighs, "you shoved us into that closet long before tonight."
Peyton keeps looking at him but his own eyes are still glued to the door where Brooke and Lucas just left. He fights the urge to chase after her and the question keeps looping in his head;
She can't still love Lucas, right? She would come back any second, wouldn't she?
Everyone starts to leave the room but Peyton stands rooted in front of the closet and shakes her head. "I never told you to go for my best friend," she says. "And if you loved me you never would have done that."
He wants to say that he loved her once, but frankly he's not really sure. And instead of waiting for his answer she continues; "How could you do this to me? I thought we were good now!"
The sound of her cracking voice doesn't hurt him the least though. It's all a façade, from her side as well, and he simply shakes his head in response.
"No you didn't. You knew we were done long ago. And trust me Peyton. This entire situation was inevitable. You've forced us together from the beginning. So how can you stand there and look so surprised?"
He brushes past her and heads straight for the front door. He can hear her dissolve in fake sobs but he doesn't turn. They had all made their choices over two years ago, Peyton Sawyer included.
Now, it was probably about time that they started to deal with the consequences…