Disclaimer: I don't own The OC - it belongs to Josh Schwartz. Dang. And I don't Josh Schwartz either. Dang.
Summary: Taylor Townsend has just started seeing this guy – Ryan Atwood. She can't wait to tell her therapist all about their relationship…intimate details all included. But what happens when it turns out that Taylor's therapist is Kirsten Cohen? That Kirsten Cohen being Ryan's adoptive mother. Things are going to get ugly. AU. RT.
I got this idea from the movie "Prime" with Uma Thurman in it. I hope you guys enjoy this new fic and I'd really love for you to leave me a review.
Taylor Townsend was content with life, really content actually. The blonde haired 24-year-old had just begun dating Ryan Atwood.
Taylor flushed at the mere thought of him. He was sweet, a good cook, incredibly hot and certainly knew his way around the bed, if you know what I mean. And yes I do mean sex. Taylor swore he studied the karma sutra instead of a maths textbook; he was that good.
The young woman continued walking briskly down a busy New York road, in the hopes of getting to her appointment with her therapist on time.
"Good morning Taylor," her therapist greeted with a warm smile.
"Hey Kirsten," Taylor responded between huffs and puffs that were the fault of an extremely slow grandma and about 100 cars hitting into one another in the final moments of Taylor's journey to where she was.
"So," Kirsten began when Taylor sat down. "How have things been for you since your last visit?" she went on.
Taylor tried to keep the smile that was crawling onto her facial expression from appearing, but Kirsten caught it. "What is it?" The therapist smirked curiously.
"I met a guy," Taylor stated simply. Her cheeks reddening and her smile widening.
Kirsten sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. "What's he like?" she asked.
"Oh god. He's just amazing. Ryan and I-" Taylor stopped, then informed Kirsten with this, "His name is Ryan, by the way." Kirsten nodded and Taylor continued, "He is just incredible. He's sweet, smart, sexy and oh my god, Kirsten, if sex was a martial art, he would be a black belt."
"So, you two have had sexual interaction?" Kirsten asked with a raised brow.
"Yeah…" Taylor admitted shyly.
"How old is he?"
"Um…25," Taylor answered.
Kirsten bit her lip, as if thinking about something. "What is it?" Taylor asked.
"Oh nothing…what does he do for a living?"
"He is a…well, I'm pretty sure it's something to do with architecture." Kirsten's eyebrows rose immensely. "Really?" Taylor nodded as a response to Kirsten who picked up her glass of water and sipped it awkwardly.
"His penis is so beautiful," Taylor blurted out. Kirsten gulped on her drink and went for another few humongous sips.
"What is it? Have you got a sore throat?" Taylor asked with concern.
"No, no, I'm fine. It's just…well…what is this Ryan's last name?"
"Atwood." Kirsten choked on her water and started coughing horrendously. "So, his name, is, uh, so you're saying…you're saying his name is Ryan Atwood?" Kirsten gained her bearings and asked.
"Uh-huh." Taylor nodded and Kirsten copied the notion, although the older woman's nod was a little – or a lot – uncomfortable.
"His sexual knowledge is so vast, it astounds me!" Taylor announced. Kirsten began coughing again. "I can only imagine," Kirsten said, avoiding eye contact with Taylor.
"I mean seriously, his size his above and beyond. His parents must have-"
"And I think time is up," Kirsten interrupted, pretending to look at the time on her watch.
"Oh, really? Well, that seemed short. It's good anyway; because Ryan is coming over later and I think I should prep a little. Bye!" Taylor left Kirsten in peace, who was near on hyperventilating. She really needed to have a talk with her son…and soon.
TBC
I hope you enjoyed it. And yes, it's short chapters, but hopefully that doesn't faze you too much. Thank you for reading and I can't wait for the review that you are so going to leave me. LOL. I'm a review whore, but with good reason, you guys are made of awesome. ;)