RABID RABBITS IN HEAT

She was addicted and she knew it. She couldn't live without it. She needed it. Looking forward to it was the only thing that got her through all the months she spent alone in France. Sure, there were other ways she could get her fix and other people she could get her fix from, but none of those fixes compared to this. They just provided her with mere bleeps on the plane of unrefined ecstasy.

She got here less than twenty minutes ago and somehow she'd already managed to make it upstairs and into his bedroom. She wasn't quite sure how, but she was stripped of all her clothing and ended up on her back in his bed with his head buried in between her legs.

She knew he fucked other girls and he knew she fucked other guys but it didn't matter because it was the only way they could manage to be apart. Neither of them would be able to cope if they didn't do it.

She knew he hated the thought of her being with other guys but it wasn't like she was peachy with him being with other girls. It was just better this way. Under the guise of sowing wild oats, he was able to avoid being in a committed relationship since he was clearly afraid of commitment and she was able to avoid yet another gut wrenching breakup with him. It worked for both of them because they were free to do whatever they wanted and he couldn't get scared of the 'C' word and break up with her if they weren't together.

At least this way they could enjoy each others' company during the summer and winter. She wouldn't be able to function if she didn't have him to look forward to. She needed him. She loved him although she didn't plan on telling him that ever again. She hadn't been able to say it to him ever since the earthquake when he took his 'I love you' and 'I don't want to lose you' back. He broke her heart and she left. When he told her he wanted to be her friend at Julie's almost-wedding to the Bullitt it hurt and although neither of them could turn their backs on their connection they didn't get back together officially. She had told him she loved him and gave it a couple of weeks but when he didn't say anything she left again. When she saw him at Chrismukkah she had been wearing a scarf to hide a hickey that couldn't be concealed with foundation and when she held Sophie and she pulled it off he noticed it. He found his way into the guestroom Kirsten had set up for her that night and fucked her brains out after he angrily asked her how she got it and she told him about it and the fact that he shouldn't care since she didn't care if he had been with other girls because it wasn't like they were in any kind of a committed relationship. They fucked like rabbits for her entire stay and even though she still loved him she didn't make the mistake of saying it. When she left her heart didn't ache as much as what she was used to. She loved him but she couldn't put her heart out there for him again because she didn't want him to break it any more than he already had.

They didn't put a label on what they had. Putting a label on it would only cause more complications. Things were complicated enough as it was.

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He loved her. A part of him was afraid that he'd always love her. Always was a long time – it was forever. None of that could change the fact that he loved her though.

He couldn't see her and not be with her – he had to touch her, feel her, smell her, hold her, kiss her, taste her, and eventually fuck her. She was under his skin.

He'd spent the first year of college trying to fight the hold she had on him because he knew she'd leave. She always left. She always left with those stupid suitcases and every time she left he felt himself die a bit.

When she wasn't around, he was in a state of constant numbness. He'd fuck around and he knew she was. She let him know that she didn't care about what he did and that she fucked other guys and it pissed him off because he wanted her to be his. They mutually decided not to do the whole relationship thing because she was there and he was here but he still didn't want anyone else to touch her. He didn't want anyone else to be able to see her when she looked the way she looked right now – hair a mess, lips parted and swollen, nipples hard, skin flushed, and eyes dark and glazed over with lust.

He didn't want anyone else to see her like this. He wanted to be the only one who got to see her like this. He knew that wouldn't happen though, which is why he wanted to make sure that whenever she was with someone else she'd be thinking about him and how much better he was than all those French bastards – the same way he always thought about her and the way she was better than all the other girls he'd ever been with.

He felt her fingers twirling through his hair and massaging his scalp. He delved his tongue into her sweet wet cunt and felt her juice drip down his chin. He tried to lap it all up and moaned at how good she tasted. She moaned and bucked into him. He wanted to make her come before he fucked her brains out.

He removed his tongue from her cunt and replaced it with his index finger. He found her spot with ease and stroked her, causing her to buck into his hand. He added another finger, followed by another, stretching her out. He started stroking her inner walls slowly, enjoying the moans and whimpers that escaped her mouth. While continuing the movements of his right hand he reached up and began to massage her breasts with his left one. She pulled on his hair for a split second before beginning to rub his head more vigorously.

He licked her wetness before blowing on her clit. She moaned louder and he began to roll his tongue around the button. He quickened the pace of his fingers inside her, started rubbing and pinching her nipples, and began to suck on her clit. He felt her dig her nails into his scalp before her hands relaxed and she tried to pull him deeper into her sex, causing more of her delicious juice to find its way onto his face.

She had the habit of moaning and mumbling things in French and he was a bit surprised by how much he remembered. He took pride in being able to make her lose it, but nothing that escaped her mouth mattered as much as his name. She came moaning his name and it sounded like music to his ears. He loved the way his name sounded from her lips when she came. It didn't matter if she panted, moaned, hissed, groaned, sighed, or screamed it as long as it was his name that escaped her mouth when she came.

She came back. She'd always come back with those suitcases that held all of her things and his heart would swell. It would keep swelling until she packed them up and left again. That's when heart would sink and he became numb because he didn't know if she'd ever come back.

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When she came out of her post orgasmic haze she opened her eyes to find him hovering over her. He stared at her with his intensely dark blue eyes as he began to clean the fingers that had been inside her with his tongue. He was so close to her that she could smell herself on hisbreath and couldn't help but pull his head down so that she could kiss him with everything she had. She could taste herself on him and it made her pussy clench. It felt so erotic and the kiss quickly turned into a dirty and hungry one as she tried to lick herself off of him.

She felt his arms move under her shoulders so that he could cup her head and tangle his fingers in her hair. She took the opportunity to move her hands to his shoulders and pushed him so that they rolled over and she was on top. They broke for much needed air before their lips crashed together once again.

His hands roamed whatever parts of her body he could reach and she relished the feel of his fingers on her skin. She loved the fact that his hands were big because it meant that he could touch more of her at a time. He alternated between rubbing his entire hand over her shoulders, neck, and back and lightly grazing the pads of his fingers over her skin.

His hardness was insistent under her belly and she suddenly became consumed with the need to pay him back and hear him moan her name.

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She broke the lip lock and began to trail hot, moist kisses along his jaw, to his neck, and stopped once she reached his adam's apple. She licked circles around it before lightly dragging her teeth across it. He groaned and felt his dick twitch when she started sucking on it. It felt so good that he buried the back of his head further into the pillows in order to give her better access.

After a few moments she began to trail kisses down his body again. She made her way to his chest and licked a circle around his right nipple, bit down on it lightly, and sucked it for a few seconds before licking the area again. He stared at the ceiling as she quickly trailed kisses to his other nipple and repeated the tortuous process.

She began trailing kisses along his stomach in a zigzag pattern as she started playing with the triangle of fine hair under his navel. Her hand was so close to his dick but she wouldn't touch it. He felt her kisses move lower and she planted one on each side of his hips before stilling her movements.

He lifted his head slightly to look at her and found her looking up at him with a smile on her face. She placed her hands on his hips and he watched as her pink tongue darted out to lick her swollen lips.

She placed a hard kiss on his head and he let his head fall back against the pillows. He felt her lick him from base to tip with a single swipe of her wet tongue. She continued the movement until she had licked all of him before she finally took him into her mouth. She sucked on his head before slowly taking more of him into her mouth, moving her tongue around him and grazing her teeth against him softly in that way he loved. When he was in as far as he could go she swallowed around him, causing him to reach down and tangle his hands in her hair.

He watched as she began to bob her head up and down on his dick. She didn't have any gag reflex and her mouth was wet and tight around him. He kept his hands in her hair, massaging her scalp and continuing to tangle his fingers in it. She kept moving her tongue around as she continued to take him in and out of her mouth and the sensation was mind-blowing.

He moaned her name and she moaned around him. The vibrations sent waves of pleasure coursing throughout his entire body, causing him to bury his head further into the pillows and fist the sheets by his sides. He needed her to stop. Despite how good her mouth felt, he wanted to cum in her cunt.

He pulled at her hair in order to get her attention and she looked up at him. She released him from her pouty lips and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The image was so hot and dirty that he felt like he was on the verge of exploding in open air.

He looked away from her to try and gain some control over himself. He took a few deep breaths as he felt her move up his body and looked at her when she stopped. She had positioned herself below his dick.

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She didn't want to use a condom and when he reached for it she just shook her head, knowing he wouldn't protest with her. She was on the pill and it would have to do because she wanted to feel him. She wanted to feel every inch of him. He was the only one that she actually wanted to feel.

They stared at each other as she grabbed hold of the base of his thick cock. She moved so that she was directly above him and he took hold of her hips to help guide her on to him. Her eyes widened and she let out a silent gasp at the feel of him bare inside her.

She had to wait a few moments to let herself grow accustomed to his size and the feel of him again. Even though Frenchmen knew a lot about romance, nothing could compare to the feel of his thick hard dick inside her. It was at times like this that she thought she wouldn't be able to live if she didn't have him to look forward to.

She closed her eyes and began to gyrate on him openly and unashamedly. She didn't care about whether he thought she was a whore or a slut – all she cared about was feeling him. If anything, she knew he didn't think of her in that light because when it came to sex they were the same. They understood each other. She clenched herself around him as tight as she could, threw her head back and groaned as she got lost in the delicious friction created by his shaft rubbing against the walls of her cunt.

She felt his hands smoothing their way up her thighs, over her legs, and onto her hips before he gripped them tightly and stilled her movements. She jerked her head back forward and pushed her hair out of the way when it fell in her face. He stared at her intently and she leaned forward and placed her hands on his chest shoulders for stability. She was close enough to feel his breath.

His grip on her relaxed and he smoothed his hands up her back. She stared into his eyes as she lifted herself up and then sat back down on his dick. She continued the process at a slow pace several times before feeling her clit hit against his pelvis and beginning to grind herself into it. The both moaned as she began to bounce up and down on him faster and harder. He felt amazing and the added sensation of her clit grinding against his pelvis made the experience even better.

He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over so that he was on top and her head rested against the pillows. She moaned when he thrust into her hard. He hit her spot and all rational thought was thrown out of her head when he quickly retreated and pushed himself back into her even harder and continued to hit her spot.

He suddenly pulled out of her completely. She looked at him and had no idea what he was doing as he got up on his knees between her legs. He sat down on his knees and lifted her ass before scooting in closer to her and pulling her down so that her ass rested on his legs.

She screamed when he pushed himself back into her folds with such force that he immediately hit her spot. He was buried deep within her but she still wanted more. She wrapped her legs around his back and moaned when he thrust into her again and managed to hit an even deeper spot within her. He soon quickened his pace and continued to thrusting in and out of her furiously.

He wasn't afraid to be rough with her and she loved that. He didn't treat her like she'd break or like she was something he shouldn't be touching. He didn't hold back. He did whatever he wanted to do with her.

She needed something to hold onto. She had been digging her nails into his legs but somehow she ended up fisting the sheets and they weren't helping her gain any leverage. He kept pounding into her and it felt so good. He kept hitting her spot and delving deeper and deeper into her core. He was balls deep inside her – she could feel them slamming against her ass and she loved it. She couldn't even begin to describe in words how good it felt to have him fuck the shit out of her.

It didn't feel good. It didn't feel great. It wasn't amazing. It wasn't fantastic. There weren't any words she could think of to describe how it felt. He was the best fuck she'd ever had and she knew she'd always be going back to him for more.

She needed something strong to hold onto to keep her grounded while he fucked her. She stretched her arms out and let her hands absentmindedly wander around in search for something – anything sturdy to hold onto while he kept pounding in and out of her with an intensity that no one but him had ever possessed.

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He watched her and he knew she had no idea what was going on. This happened sometimes. She'd just lose it.

Her knuckles were white as she held onto the bars of his wooden headboard. Her back was arched, showing her beautiful round tits off to him. She thrashed her head around uncontrollably, sending her hair flying about. She was moaning and mumbling things he could hear but couldn't process because he was too busy watching her and feeling her. All he knew was that she was hot. She looked fucking crazy, felt fucking amazing, and she was just so fucking hot.

She felt so slick and wet. She was warm and tight – so warm and so tight. He loved it when she rode him bareback. He was able to feel every bit of her. She kept getting tighter and tighter around him, milking him for all he was worth.

He knew he was saying something but he wasn't paying attention. The words just tumbled out of his mouth. Her craziness rubbed off on him but he didn't care. He loved it.

He didn't know how he had managed to go so long without feeling this. He had absolutely no idea how he managed to go so long without her.

She was the only one who could make him lose it. She was the only one who made him feel anything – but most importantly, she was the only one who made him feel alive.

She was moaning things more loudly now. She kept getting louder and louder.

He felt his stomach tighten and he needed her to come. He needed her to come now because he didn't think he'd be able to control himself any longer.

He stared at her. Her hair was covering most of her face but he was able to make out her eyes as they widened. He felt her entire body tense. He thrust himself into her with everything he had and stared into her fiery hazel orbs as she screamed his name.

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The deep blue she had been staring into disappeared as white surrounded her. For few seconds her mind was blank and she couldn't feel or do anything. She heard her name in the distance. She felt her entire body spasm and she toppled over the edge as he exploded inside of her. The feel of his hot liquid cum inside her only enhanced the sensation of her orgasm.

He collapsed on top of her and breathed heavily into the crook of her neck, planting haste kisses into her jaw. She found the weight of his body on top of hers comforting. She slowly released her hold on the bars of his headboard, pushed her hair out of her face, and moved her arms down so she could run one of her hands through his hair and the other over his toned shoulders and back. They stayed like this for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms.

"Sorry" he breathed as he pushed himself up and disengaged from her. She shook her head. There was nothing to be sorry about, although she hated the loss of contact.

He rolled over and lied on his back for a few moments before he grabbed her arm and guided her so that she was lying on top of him, with her head resting against his chest. She held onto his right shoulder and draped her left leg over his waist. He pulled the covers over them, planted a kiss on top of her head and wrapped his arms around her securely. She buried her face in his chest and felt him plant another kiss in her hair.

They were going to enjoy whatever time they had together.

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Seth and Summer entered the house from their excursion to the park with the rabbits. They figured that Taylor would be arriving soon.

Summer closed the door and turned to find all of Taylor's luggage by the stairs.

"Huh. I wonder why she just left her stuff by the stairs and didn't bother taking it upstairs. Your mom always gives her the same room" Summer said.

"Shh!" Seth hissed. "I think I hear something."

The two stood by the stairs in silence and listened to the sounds coming from upstairs.

"Mon dieu. Oui. C'est bon. Ah mon dieu! Ryan! N'arrêtez pas! Baisez-moi! S'il vous plait, n'arrêtez pas!"

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

"Oh God! Yes! Oh God! Oh God! RYAN!"

"Fuck! Oh fuck, TAYLOR!"

"Ew" Summer stated in the newfound silence that consumed the house as she grabbed Seth's arm and pulled him towards the living room with the rabbits in hand. Summer set Flapjacks down on the carpet and sat down with the rabbit and Seth did the same with Pancakes.

"It's the same deal every time. Those two go at it like rabbits whenever they're in the same country" Seth said as he shook his head.

"Don't compare them to rabbits, Seth! That's a disgrace! You're giving Pancakes and Flapjacks bad reps" Summer said. "You aren't slutty whore bunnies that won't admit when you're in love because you have lots of issues which you refuse to work through, are you? No, you're not. You're good bunnies" Summer said as she began to pet the rabbits.

"That about sums it up. Your psychology classes are really paying off" Seth said as he began to pet the rabbits too. Summer smiled at him with pride. "Fine… what about rabid rabbits in heat?" Seth asked.

"I was thinking of just referring to them as sluts or whores but that definitely works better. Not only does it exclude Pancakes and Flapjacks from the mix, but it's also insulting on several levels" Summer nodded.

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Author's Note

An idea popped into my head and I just went with it.

In my opinion, this is whacked. It's just really, really messed up – but I kind of like that so I just decided to post it anyways.

The Seth/Summer moment was random but those of you that have read some of my other work probably notice that I tend to do that a lot – use Seth and Summer as a way to uplift the mood when things get heavy. I was originally going to call this "Complicated" or "Addicted" but then I decided on "Rabid Rabbits in Heat" after writing Seth's line. Heh.

Taylor's French moans/screams translate to "God. Yes. That's good. Oh my God. Ryan! Don't stop! Fuck me! Please, don't stop!" I figure she'd be more vocal than Ryan.

I'm very self conscious about my smut writing skills and I want to take the opportunity to say that I'm sorry if it sucked and you're welcome if it didn't.

I'd appreciate it if you'd let me know what you think – doesn't matter if it's good things or bad things… I'm just a very curious individual.

Thanks for reading.

- Roz