Title: Never Thought I'd Be Here
Summary: People get a little lonely sometimes.
Pairing: Summer/Ryan
It was an undeniably wrong emotion. Very wrong.
But my god, he was so drunk it didn't even matter anymore, still, a sense or relief flooded him as he felt small hands push against him; pushing him away.
"Oh, God…" her breathlessness sent shivers down his spine, "oh, God… we can't…"
We can, his mind screamed… although maybe it wasn't his mind, maybe it was his growing erection in his pants.
With both reluctance and relief he let her push him away, and watched in agony as she turned away from his gaze, tears already showing in her eyes.
"What are we doing?" He heard her whisper, her voice still sounding damn right sexy.
"I think that's pretty obvious, Summer –" he hoped he didn't sound too drunk… or like he still wanted her so badly, even though he still did.
She turned back to face him, a scowl on her face, "shut it, Chino." Her voice was viciously callous, but instantly she sighed and her look softened, "Sorry, I just… I mean – "
"Seth." Ryan stated. Knowing everything had been messed up by that bottle of vodka they had shared… among other alcoholic substances.
"Cohen," her eyes locked with his, he could see them fill with regret.
Ryan swallowed, "it was just a kiss, Summer. A drunken kiss," he prayed for the blood to return back to his head and away from his lower regions, he needed his head to be clear, to rationalise the situation. "He needn't know, ever." His brother would never forgive him.
Summer cocked her head to one side, her eyes had misted over and he could no longer tell what she was thinking. Slowly, she nodded, "yes. We are drunk. We probably wont even remember any of this, the amount we've drunk."
He didn't think he should tell her that the shock of what they had done – probably were about to do – had sobered him up; and she looked pretty clear-headed now too.
She was still balancing out the situation, "and Marissa would never know either; because we'd both agree there's nothing to know." She stepped closer, "we're just… comforting each other…"
Ryan struggled to swallow, Summer was licking her lips and she took another tentative step towards him.
"They'd never know."
Her words kicked in, they'd never know. The way she was saying it… the look in her eye…
She looked nervous as she watched for his response. Nervous, yet the look in her eye was undoubtedly telling him this was what she wanted.
"I need this, Ryan."
He looked to the floor, he couldn't look into those precious eyes and tell her no; "a minute ago you were the one saying 'we can't'."
"It's not like I'm cheating on him, he broke up with me! … this would just be the clear-cut end; game over for sure. They'd be no more Seth and Summer if we…if we did this."
He sighed, "it's not what you really want, Summer."
"Yes. Yes it is." She had never sounded so sure, "I want you."
He smiled slightly, "thanks, but I meant game over with you and Seth – it's not what you really want."
She shrugged and looked to the floor. And no one had he ever wanted more.
"Ah, fuck it."
With an impressively smooth action for a person that had drunk so much alcohol, he swiftly stepped forward, cupped her chin in his and, bringing her face up to meet his and forced their lips to meet once again in a delicious kiss.
