Clandestine
Chapter Six: Kissed
Summer had just found the ice cream hidden in the back of the freezer when the doorbell rang. She groaned, set the cardboard container on the counter, and hurried to the door. She looked out the peephole. It was Seth.
Curiously, she opened the door. "Seth, what are you doing here?"
"Good to see you, too," he greeted. "Can I come in?"
"Um, sure..." she said, puzzled.
"Are you alone?" he asked.
That scared her. What did that matter? What was he going to do to her? When she realized that it was Seth she was thinking these things about, she calmed down a little. Seth wasn't going to do anything to her. He was a meek, nervous boy. He wouldn't do anything that she should be threatened by; it was just Seth's nature to not be like that. "Yes."
"Got somewhere I can hang this?" he asked, taking off his jacket. He didn't even wait for an answer, and just hung it up on a coat hook that he must have just noticed.
"Seth, I really don't mean to be rude, but what are you doing here?" she repeated.
"I just thought we could hang out or something. You know," he shrugged.
"No, I don't know," she replied, yanking his jacket from the hook and shoving it back into his arms. "It's 9:00 p.m., and I don't know how freaks like you do things, but us normal people don't "hang out" this late."
"Touchy," he grinned, and hung his jacket back up.
She stared at him. What was wrong with him? This just was not the Seth Cohen she knew. Granted, she didn't know him well, but that was beside the point.
"Is this the living room?" he asked, stepping into a room that adjoined the foyer.
She scurried after him. "Seth, I really don't think my parents would appreciate me having a boy in the house this late." Seth laughed. Like Summer Roberts cared what her parents thought. If Summer wanted a boy over, Summer had a boy over. "I really don't find it funny. I think you should leave now."
"Oh, come on, Summer. We don't know each other very well. There's no time like the present to fix that, right?" He sat down on a large, soft velvet couch. "This is nice," he said, rubbing the black fabric of the armrests.
Summer tapped her foot impatiently, arms crossed and her lips pursed tightly. Seth saw this, and laughed again. "Oh, come off it. Sit down with me." He patted the cushion next to him.
She stepped closer. "No. I want you to leave, now. Before I call the cops."
He took this opportunity to grab her arm and pull her onto the couch. "Seth! What is wrong with you?" Yes, there was seriously something wrong with him.
Seth flipped himself over so he was in Summer's lap, straddling her. A lump formed in her throat. Oh wow. Seth was being possessed by a horny alien or something. However funny the thought was, Summer was too scared to laugh. She was frozen in place; only her eyes moved, jittering back and forth.
He moved his lips close to her right ear. He whispered, "What's the matter?" Even after he pulled his face away, the warmth from his breath lingered at her earlobe.
"Seth, you're scaring me," she managed to squeak out.
"I'm hungry," he said, and got up. He walked out of the room in search of the kitchen. Like nothing had happened. Summer could die. What was he taking? Someone must have slipped something into his lemonade earlier, because, jeez, he was not normally like this.
She managed to stand up and follow him, legs wobbly and heart pounding. He was in the kitchen, shuffling through the fridge. Hearing her come in, he said, "Ice cream's melting," without turning around.
She didn't move from the doorway. She didn't tend to the sticky green fluid that was slowly forming a puddle on the countertop. She stared at him. Finally, he turned around with a carrot in his hand. He took a bite. He fought the urge to say, "What's up, doc?" After all, he was trying to be seductive and serious here, not funny.
He had been looking for something like a peach, or plum, or grapes... something actually sexy. But no luck. So he was going to attempt to use the carrot to make himself look more intimidating.
He took another bite. "You gonna clean that up?" She didn't budge. He grinned. Chewing on a piece of carrot, he walked around her, pointing the orange stick in his hand at her from time to time as he said, "You know, you're a tough one. Very dedicated. I like that in a girl." He was behind her when he put his hand on her shoulder.
If Summer wasn't already completely standing perfectly still, she stiffened even more. He put his lips next to her ear again. "Let's say you and I do something." He purposely left it subtle like that to make sure her mind could wander.
He pulled away, his lips brushing against her neck the slightest, not close enough to be a kiss, but close enough to tease her. She shuddered. Seth grinned. He also let his right hand slither down to her waist, holding it there momentarily before pulling that, too, away.
He didn't know if he seemed seductive or like an idiot, but he wasn't going to stop. He needed to toy with her, either way. He tossed the unfinished carrot in a nearby trashcan and stepped around to her front. Her eyes were closed. He grinned again. That was a good sign, right?
He brought his hand to her jaw line, rubbing the skin there softly with his thumb. Her eyes opened slowly. She looked into his eyes and grabbed his waist, pulling him closer into her. Whoa, was she turning the tables here? Maybe, at least, Seth thought, he was getting through to her.
She kissed him. No warning. She just kissed him. It wasn't like a little innocent peck, either. This was a kiss. Passionate, yes. He wasn't expecting that at all. It seemed like a long time, but at the same time like it was only a split second long, before she broke the kiss. She accusingly pointed a finger at him. "If you tell anyone about this, Seth, I'll... ooh," she growled, turning away and grabbing his jacket. She threw it at him. "Don't forget to shut the door on your way out."
Seth grinned as he left Summer's house. At least he finally got her to show how she felt, he thought.
Chapter Six: Kissed
Summer had just found the ice cream hidden in the back of the freezer when the doorbell rang. She groaned, set the cardboard container on the counter, and hurried to the door. She looked out the peephole. It was Seth.
Curiously, she opened the door. "Seth, what are you doing here?"
"Good to see you, too," he greeted. "Can I come in?"
"Um, sure..." she said, puzzled.
"Are you alone?" he asked.
That scared her. What did that matter? What was he going to do to her? When she realized that it was Seth she was thinking these things about, she calmed down a little. Seth wasn't going to do anything to her. He was a meek, nervous boy. He wouldn't do anything that she should be threatened by; it was just Seth's nature to not be like that. "Yes."
"Got somewhere I can hang this?" he asked, taking off his jacket. He didn't even wait for an answer, and just hung it up on a coat hook that he must have just noticed.
"Seth, I really don't mean to be rude, but what are you doing here?" she repeated.
"I just thought we could hang out or something. You know," he shrugged.
"No, I don't know," she replied, yanking his jacket from the hook and shoving it back into his arms. "It's 9:00 p.m., and I don't know how freaks like you do things, but us normal people don't "hang out" this late."
"Touchy," he grinned, and hung his jacket back up.
She stared at him. What was wrong with him? This just was not the Seth Cohen she knew. Granted, she didn't know him well, but that was beside the point.
"Is this the living room?" he asked, stepping into a room that adjoined the foyer.
She scurried after him. "Seth, I really don't think my parents would appreciate me having a boy in the house this late." Seth laughed. Like Summer Roberts cared what her parents thought. If Summer wanted a boy over, Summer had a boy over. "I really don't find it funny. I think you should leave now."
"Oh, come on, Summer. We don't know each other very well. There's no time like the present to fix that, right?" He sat down on a large, soft velvet couch. "This is nice," he said, rubbing the black fabric of the armrests.
Summer tapped her foot impatiently, arms crossed and her lips pursed tightly. Seth saw this, and laughed again. "Oh, come off it. Sit down with me." He patted the cushion next to him.
She stepped closer. "No. I want you to leave, now. Before I call the cops."
He took this opportunity to grab her arm and pull her onto the couch. "Seth! What is wrong with you?" Yes, there was seriously something wrong with him.
Seth flipped himself over so he was in Summer's lap, straddling her. A lump formed in her throat. Oh wow. Seth was being possessed by a horny alien or something. However funny the thought was, Summer was too scared to laugh. She was frozen in place; only her eyes moved, jittering back and forth.
He moved his lips close to her right ear. He whispered, "What's the matter?" Even after he pulled his face away, the warmth from his breath lingered at her earlobe.
"Seth, you're scaring me," she managed to squeak out.
"I'm hungry," he said, and got up. He walked out of the room in search of the kitchen. Like nothing had happened. Summer could die. What was he taking? Someone must have slipped something into his lemonade earlier, because, jeez, he was not normally like this.
She managed to stand up and follow him, legs wobbly and heart pounding. He was in the kitchen, shuffling through the fridge. Hearing her come in, he said, "Ice cream's melting," without turning around.
She didn't move from the doorway. She didn't tend to the sticky green fluid that was slowly forming a puddle on the countertop. She stared at him. Finally, he turned around with a carrot in his hand. He took a bite. He fought the urge to say, "What's up, doc?" After all, he was trying to be seductive and serious here, not funny.
He had been looking for something like a peach, or plum, or grapes... something actually sexy. But no luck. So he was going to attempt to use the carrot to make himself look more intimidating.
He took another bite. "You gonna clean that up?" She didn't budge. He grinned. Chewing on a piece of carrot, he walked around her, pointing the orange stick in his hand at her from time to time as he said, "You know, you're a tough one. Very dedicated. I like that in a girl." He was behind her when he put his hand on her shoulder.
If Summer wasn't already completely standing perfectly still, she stiffened even more. He put his lips next to her ear again. "Let's say you and I do something." He purposely left it subtle like that to make sure her mind could wander.
He pulled away, his lips brushing against her neck the slightest, not close enough to be a kiss, but close enough to tease her. She shuddered. Seth grinned. He also let his right hand slither down to her waist, holding it there momentarily before pulling that, too, away.
He didn't know if he seemed seductive or like an idiot, but he wasn't going to stop. He needed to toy with her, either way. He tossed the unfinished carrot in a nearby trashcan and stepped around to her front. Her eyes were closed. He grinned again. That was a good sign, right?
He brought his hand to her jaw line, rubbing the skin there softly with his thumb. Her eyes opened slowly. She looked into his eyes and grabbed his waist, pulling him closer into her. Whoa, was she turning the tables here? Maybe, at least, Seth thought, he was getting through to her.
She kissed him. No warning. She just kissed him. It wasn't like a little innocent peck, either. This was a kiss. Passionate, yes. He wasn't expecting that at all. It seemed like a long time, but at the same time like it was only a split second long, before she broke the kiss. She accusingly pointed a finger at him. "If you tell anyone about this, Seth, I'll... ooh," she growled, turning away and grabbing his jacket. She threw it at him. "Don't forget to shut the door on your way out."
Seth grinned as he left Summer's house. At least he finally got her to show how she felt, he thought.