Redefining BFF

Part 1: Nothing Better

"Summer, what are we doing?"

Summer's hands were up Seth's shirt, trying unsuccessfully to remove it in the close quarters of the box. It was their own little oasis.

"I know what you're doing… ruining the mood."

Seth's eyebrows rose in question. "Yes, cause having sex in a box is sooo romantic… Ow!" he said as Summer forcefully ripped his shirt off his head, causing his limbs a great amount of discomfort.

She tossed the shirt out the opening and moved her fingers to the button on his pants, ignoring his protests. He looked down at her fruitless efforts but found her eyelashes dancing against his cheek bone a moment later, her lips fused to his. She pulled back slowly, endearingly gliding her teeth along his lower lip. Seth was all ears now.

"We have to celebrate," she replied in a pouty voice, but it came out entirely sexual, her hand doing the talking, sliding down his abdomen, past the zipper, her hand swirling around an increasing bulge. He bit his lip, swallowing a groan deep in his throat.

He grabbed the back of her neck and crashed their mouths together. "As if I needed coaxing," he mumbled across them.

"Mmm," she whispered before sneaking in another brief lip lock. She hastily maneuvered their bodies so they were parallel, flushed together on the floor with their legs hanging out the opening of the box.

He grunted in a mix of approval to feel her grate her hips across his crotch and from her shear aggressiveness. He figured after two years he would be prepared but it still knocked the wind from his sails. She still managed to have him wound around her little finger, but he could care less because it had always been her. And he hoped it would always be them… so much so in fact that he had decided to get her a second graduation present. Giving himself in the form of an acceptance letter wasn't just, a bit arrogant he thought, but he quickly changed his mind as Summer worked her lips down his chest. And again he was gone, back in Summer world.

His hands tangled in her curls, silently willing her mouth to reach one of two destinations. He wanted her and all of her. She chose option number one. Summer steadied her hands astride his body and raked her chest along his claiming his lips once more. Her fingers slipped along the cardboard, coming in contact with paper, half of it under Seth's shoulder.

She giggled, pulling away from his lips as his fingers tantalizingly danced under her top. "I'm so happy you got in," she said suddenly very serious.

He grinned. "Hey it's not Brown but I still get you."

Summer smiled. Really smiled. After all the lying, the college bullshit and stupid obstacles, i.e. Taylor—now one of her good friends, Summer felt like she had everything. "You're so cheesy Cohen." She immediately realized she was repeating her sentiment from that fateful Valentine's Day that felt like a million years ago.

His hands traveled again up her shirt. "But it's endearing."

"It is… it's why I love you so much," she whispered as she leaned into his touch.

A delighted mmm slipped past his lips as she crossed her hands over her stomach, thumbing the fabric of her shirt. "Now let me show you how much," she said teasingly. The act was far from graceful. "Ow!" she cried as her arms collided with the top of the box, her shirt now only half off, shielding her face. Seth couldn't stifle the laugh that slipped out. "If I could hit you right now I so would," she mumbled. "Help me!" she cried very pathetically.

He did nothing of the sort, instead opting to take advantage of her disadvantage. His hands made quick work of her bare skin, tickling her till she was breathless.

"Cohen!" she shrieked, falling into his chest.

He grunted before relenting and pulled the shirt off her head. "Hey," he said cheerily as if greeting her at the start of the day.

She tried to keep a straight face but his eyes gleamed and her face failed her. "Way to ruin the mood again."

"That was all your doing. Maybe we should move to the bed."

Before he could try to move, her lips were on his. She tucked her hands behind her back, unclasped her bra, and flipped it aside. Seth broke the kiss to stare at her, hesitantly sliding his hands toward their destination, almost waiting for her permission. Seth didn't know why, but it felt like their first time. It might have had something to do with their inefficiency at removing clothes in the box or because they had just graduated and decided to travel across the country to stay together, a huge step in their relationship… but it was probably the first. Seth's hands finally cupped her breasts and he was instantly rewarded by a moan of approval and a groping in his groan region. This was definitely not their first time.

Summer figured they were at the point of no return as she hooked her finger under his boxers. Seth grabbed her hand and pulled her up to him. He meant to talk but instead found himself dueling with her tongue for a moment. He finally broke breathless. "Mmm, hey, I have something for you." As he said it his stomach instantly knotted.

"You do?" she asked sweetly.

"I do. C'mere." He gently slid her off him and rather clumsily eased out of the box. He extended his hand, pulling her to her feet. He just stared at her for a second, his eyes instantly dropping. "Maybe you should put your shirt on… I can't talk when you look like that."

Summer hesitated, unsure what exactly he wanted to say but decided to brush it off. Her hands slid into his pants and watched as they slid to the floor. "We can talk later," she mumbled across his lips, beckoning to the empty bed.

His resolve quickly dwindled as she got them both naked. She surprised him when she laid down on the bed, silently asking him to join. She slid her legs apart suggestively. "What are you doing?" he asked truly confused. "What happened to the throw down? I was actually prepared for it."

Summer giggled. "I thought we could maybe change things up."

Seth lifted his eyebrows in victory, a mischievous smile forming on his face. "Oh, how very sweet of you to let me be on top this time."

"Well don't get used to it," she said sweetly as he swung his leg up onto the bed. "Just think of it as your graduation present."

"Of course… you sure spent a lot of time and money on my present." His mind instantly drifted to his own gift but it left just as quickly. Summer wrapped her hand around him, yanking him on top of her. Well, something's never change. Even below him, she was still domineering.

An hour later Seth's comforter was hanging off the bed, a single sheet barely covering their bodies, and Summer's head was in the crook of his arm.

Still breathless she asked, "What did you want to talk about before?"

He laughed at her persistence. "Did you think about that the whole time we were doing it?"

"No, just a little."

Seth pressed his lips to her temple and pulled her even closer against him. "Well, Summer… I want to… well, I want…"

His rambling was instead met by an urgent knocking on the door.

TBC...

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