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Gram and Nana had already "retired" for the night. Caleb and Julie had also gone up to their room already. Hailey, Jimmy, Kirsten, and Sandy were still joking and laughing in the dinning area over wine. Ryan and Marissa stood up and excused themselves from the table and went upstairs about five minutes ago. Seth's aunts and uncles were just now getting up to leave as well. Seth and Summer sat in the lobby watching the fire.

"Seriously, Summer. Thanks…I mean, well, thank you for doing this for me," Seth said suddenly facing her.

"You're welcome. I feel like I should be thanking you though…this really is amazing being here with your family," Summer said.

Seth smiled.

"I mean, I'm not used to it. It's nice," Summer continued.

"Get used to it. You're my fiancé," Seth teased.

"Shut up," Summer laughed.

"Yeah," Seth laughed then became serious again, "But you know, I just wanted to say thanks."

"Well it's not like I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want to."

"I know…but I'm really glad you wanted to."

Summer smiled at him a little then turned back to the fire. Seth placed his hand on top of hers. She turned back to face him, confused. He smiled sheepishly and pulled his hand away. He turned back to the fire. Summer nodded to herself as if thinking it over. Then she placed her hand on top of his. Seth didn't turn to look at her but she saw him smile out of the corner of her eye and felt a grin spread upon her lips as well.

"Well I guess we'll call it a night," Tom said slapping Seth on the shoulder.

Seth winced.

"You alright? You haven't gone soft on me, have you?" Tom teased.

Summer snorted. As she and Seth stood up to face Tom.

"Do you have something you'd like to share with us, Summer?" Seth asked with a glare.

"Nothing…it's just the thought of you going soft," Summer laughed.

"So?"

"That would imply that you were actually ever anything but soft," Summer laughed harder this time.

"I don't find that funny," Seth retorted.

"Oh come on. Sure it is. You're like the biggest baby I've ever met," Summer giggled.

"It's not funny."

"Lighten up, Cohen. Just think about it. I mean it's hilarious. You, some big tuff man," Summer erupted into a hysterical fit of laughter.

"It's not that funny, Sum. Cut it out," Seth replied angrily.

Summer's laughter was contagious because now Tom was laughing.

"You too now?" Seth asked. "You sold me out, Uncle Tom."

"Sorry," Tom said through chuckles.

Summer laughed even harder.

"I've had about enough from you," Seth said to Summer.

She stopped laughing and bit her lip to hold back another fit of laughter. She couldn't stop it though and burst out laughing again.

"Lighten up, Champ. You're a tuff guy," Tom smirked slapping Seth on the back again, causing him to wince once more.

Summer was now laughing so hard she was crying.

"It's your fault for the wincing and the weakness," Seth pouted, pointing at Summer.

"My fault? I can't help it you're weak," Summer snickered.

"Maybe not. But its your fault my back hurts. You made me sleep on the floor," Seth countered just as Shelly, Steve, and Katie approached.

"Have a little love spat?" Tom asked with a grin.

"No. In fact, we didn't discuss anything at all. She just threw some pillows at me and told me I was sleeping on the floor," Seth replied.

Summer rolled her eyes.

"See she can't even respond to that," Seth said triumphantly, as if he'd won an argument.

"Keep this up and I wonder where you'll be sleeping again tonight," Summer said sweetly.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. I'm scared."

"Cohen."

"Yes?"

"You do realize that I can hurt you, right?" Summer asked.

Seth nodded slowly.

"That's what I thought," Summer replied.

"If I were you I'd get used to that floor," Shelly teased.

"Thanks, Aunt Shells," Seth deadpanned.

"Anytime."

"So we were just about to call it a night," Tom suggested.

Shelly nodded and rounded up their children.

"Good night, Seth," Shelly smiled and kissed his cheek. She turned to Summer and said, "Good night, Summer. Keep him in line."

"I always do," Summer replied.

"I don't doubt that," Shelly laughed and kissed Summer's cheek.

Summer was slightly stunned but smiled.

"See you two bright and early," Steve said leading his children toward the elevator.

"Night Seth," Gabe grinned.

"Night Gabe. If you see Spiderman anytime tonight, tell him he still owes me five bucks for that hotdog," Seth replied.

Gabe nodded and ran after his brother, his sister, and his dad.

"Good night, Seth," Katie said and kissed his cheek then did the same to Summer, "Good night, Summer."

"Night," Summer replied.

After Seth's relatives all piled into the elevator, Summer grabbed Seth's arm suddenly.

"What?" Seth asked a little surprised.

"I love your family," Summer squealed.

"Great. They love you, too," Seth grinned.

"You wanna go upstairs?" Summer asked.

Seth nodded.

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They were silent the entire elevator ride and made it to their room without a word as well.

Once they were inside, Summer spoke up, "Listen, I was thinking that since I did make you sleep on the floor last night-,"

"Don't even think about sleeping on the floor, Summer," Seth interrupted her.

"Are you kidding me? Of course not. I was actually just going to offer to massage your back…since I am partially responsible for being all sore today."

"Seriously?"

"Well I figured if it really hurt just to have your uncle slap your shoulder then you could probably use a backrub," Summer said sitting down on the bed.

"Um, yeah, well actually…thanks."

"Sit down," Summer replied scooting back so Seth could sit on the bed in front of her.

Seth did as he was told. Summer got on her knees on the bed behind him and began to massage his shoulders. She looked at them in the mirror across from the bed and smiled at the nice picture they made.

"Summer, that feels nice," Seth moaned a little.

Summer had to suppress a giggle.

Seth groaned a little as Summer applied more pressure.

"Cohen, you're making this difficult. Be quiet."

"Sorry," Seth muttered, shutting his eyes.

Summer made her way down his back and then back up again to his shoulders. She massaged the back of his neck a little.

"How come you never did this type of thing for me when we were dating?" Seth asked with his eyes still shut.

"Because you never slept on the floor when we were dating," Summer giggled into his ear.

Seth smiled as she continued to rub his back and shoulders.

"You realize though, that next you'll have to do me," Summer said as Seth let out another small moan.

"Keep this up and I'll do you as much as you want," Seth replied.

"Not like that," Summer scoffed swatting the back of his head.

"Hey! No hitting. Just gentle massaging."

"I'm sorry," Summer replied and went back to rubbing his shoulders.

Finally, Summer gave up.

"Oh, come on. Don't stop."

"Cohen my hands are cramping up," Summer pouted.

"Fine. Fine. Your turn," Seth said spinning around to face her.

Summer was taken back by this move and fell backwards off her knees onto the bed. Seth laughed at her until she smacked his stomach.

"Ok. Switch seats," Seth ordered.

Summer did as she was told and Seth began to massage her neck and shoulders.

"Cohen," Summer moaned.

Seth grinned and moved lower down her back. She sighed as he worked his way back up to the top. She moaned his name again as he rubbed her shoulders with a little more pressure this time. Then too much pressure. Summer whirled around half way and smacked his stomach.

"Cohen!" Summer snapped, no longer moaning. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Sorry," Seth replied. "I'll try to be a little more gentle."

"Lightly. Just do it lightly," Summer mumbled.

Seth did as he was told. He watched her in the mirror with her head slightly back and her eyes shut. Seth thought she looked absolutely beautiful when she was getting things her way. He moved her hair off her neck and rubbed it a little then moved more to her shoulder blades as he began planting gentle kisses on her neck. Summer's eyes flashed open. She didn't tell him to stop but she tensed up a little.

"Relax," Seth whispered in her ear before he began kissing her neck and shoulders again.

Summer tilted her head to one side to allow him better access to her neck and shut her eyes.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me, Mr. Cohen," Summer tried to whisper, but it came out throaty and seductive to her own ears.

Seth stopped everything he was doing and just looked at her.

"I mean-uh- well," Summer stuttered.

Seth smiled and shook his head with a small laugh. He resumed his massaging and kissing, while thoughts raced through Summer's head as she closed her eyes again.

'What is going on here?' Summer kept asking. 'I should stop this.' She told herself. 'But I don't want to.' Seth's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Maybe I am," Seth whispered in her ear.

Her eyes flew open again and she turned to face Seth.

"Summer, I-," Seth started to explain.

"No," Summer cut him off and kissed him.

Seth was taken by surprise as Summer shoved him back unto the bed and climbed on top of him, never taking her lips from his. She began unbuttoning his shirt while his hands roamed her body.

"Summer, maybe we should-," Seth began, pulling his mouth away from hers.

"Shut up, Cohen," Summer ordered.

"O-o-ok," Seth stuttered then kissed her.

They continued to kiss. Summer took off Seth's shirt and ran her hands across his bare chest. Then Seth grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off her head barely letting his lips leave hers.

"Cohen," Summer moaned.

There was a faint knock on their door.

"Cohen," Summer said louder, hearing the knock.

"Summer," Seth groaned pressing his lips against hers again.

"Cohen," Summer said, shoving him off her.

"What?" Seth snapped angrily. "I don't get you. You're hot, you're cold. Make up your mind!"

"There's someone at the door," Summer replied flatly, ignoring his comment.

"Oh."

"Yeah," Summer snapped, pulling her shirt back on and getting off the bed.

"Well who would come here at…" Seth paused to look at the clock, "10. Wow I thought it was a lot later than that."

"Whatev. Put your shirt on."

(AN: Sorry I stopped the make-out session. I just didn't think it was right for them to get all jiggy with it...yet. lol. Plus I think this little interruption of mine is cute and this way tons of questions will be posed. I have to keep creating drama. Drama fuels the whole frickin story lol. So yeah sorry I made them get interrupted but I'm sure you understand.)