When their lips broke apart, Seth pulled back for a moment and cupped
Summer's face in his hands.
"Hey." He smiled at her, and she felt a grin flash across her face. All of a sudden, Summer felt like the sixteen-year-old she was - naïve and silly and incredibly happy.
"Hey." She reached up to him again and curled her fingers through his hair. His arms wrapped around her tightly, and her feet left the ground as he lifted her up and spun her around as they kissed again, this time with a frenetic urgency. She marveled at the way he increased the pressure against her lips, the confidence she felt radiating through his hands, the way he had raised her up to meet him, strong and sure. She buried her face in his shoulder and he spun her around again as she playfully kicked her feet in the air.
"Spin me again!" Summer cried gleefully. "Again!"
"Ready?" Seth laughed. She looked at him and kissed him quickly.
"Go!"
This time, Summer leaned her head back and stretched her arms out. The dark sky swirled above her, and the stars twinkled. If she looked hard enough, she could almost see the remains of the midnight fireworks lingering above. This was 2004, she told herself. It was new and bright and fun, and she was going be different.
He slid her body down against his. She surveyed the sailboat and then tilted her head. "Come here." She led him over to one of the benches that formed a small U-shaped couch at the front of the boat. She laid down on the soft padded surface, and giggled as she saw the expression on Seth's face.
"What?" She saw his lips stammer a bit. "Cohen," she rolled her eyes, "I'm not that easy, jeez, I just thought that it might be a little more comfortable, given my Jimmy Choo-less induced shortness."
"No, I wasn't thinking about- well, I kind of was, it's just." Seth let his eyes travel over Summer, stretched out before him. "You're so beautiful, you know that?"
Her voice caught a little before she responded, thoughtfully. "I never really think of myself as beautiful - don't get me wrong," she added quickly as she realized that Seth was about to protest. "Guys tell me all the time that I'm 'hot', but beautiful is for girls like Marissa - sweet, ballerina-type girls. I'm short and curvy and, let's face it, kind of a bitch."
"Hey there," Seth sat down by Summer's waist and leaned against the curves of her body. "That's my girl you're taking about there, and I happen to think that you are petite, feminine and filled with moxie." Summer laughed a little and playfully pushed him. He caught her hand in his and laced their fingers together. "And might I add," he whispered, "breathtakingly beautiful."
His thumb gently traced a path down to her wrist, making small circles against her skin. She pulled him to her and felt the weight of his body against her. He felt differently than the other guys she'd kissed, his body was comforting, not insistent.
Making out with Seth Cohen was different than she'd thought it would be, and in a very good way. He was more muscled than one would expect; he was just tall and lean instead of stocky and bulky. And his kisses. wow. She wondered if he had practiced with Anna. He seemed so confident and sure, and he whispered to her as they took quick breaths together. He moaned as she kissed him, complimenting her as he traced her lips with his finger, and then raise her arms over her head to grasp her wrists with one hand, holding her as he marveled at the expanse of bare skin that her strapless dress allowed. Seth swept a curl of chestnut hair away from Summer's face and kissed her again, deeply. He kissed a path across her cheek and down her neck, pausing when she let out a small moan. He mentally photographed the exact location of the "moaning mark" and kissed it again, lightly.
"I'm so lucky," he thought to himself, as he kissed her again, taking in every sensation - the way she felt, smelled, tasted.
"No," Summer said aloud, and he stopped, looking at her questioningly.
"Oh - jeez, sorry, do you want to stop?"
"No!" Summer blurted out quickly. She blushed. "I meant, no. no, I'm the lucky one."
She pulled him towards her, and he resolved to stop thinking and just be with her. 2004 was looking pretty damn good, he considered. And the world faded into a haze of lips and hands and whispers.
"Hey." He smiled at her, and she felt a grin flash across her face. All of a sudden, Summer felt like the sixteen-year-old she was - naïve and silly and incredibly happy.
"Hey." She reached up to him again and curled her fingers through his hair. His arms wrapped around her tightly, and her feet left the ground as he lifted her up and spun her around as they kissed again, this time with a frenetic urgency. She marveled at the way he increased the pressure against her lips, the confidence she felt radiating through his hands, the way he had raised her up to meet him, strong and sure. She buried her face in his shoulder and he spun her around again as she playfully kicked her feet in the air.
"Spin me again!" Summer cried gleefully. "Again!"
"Ready?" Seth laughed. She looked at him and kissed him quickly.
"Go!"
This time, Summer leaned her head back and stretched her arms out. The dark sky swirled above her, and the stars twinkled. If she looked hard enough, she could almost see the remains of the midnight fireworks lingering above. This was 2004, she told herself. It was new and bright and fun, and she was going be different.
He slid her body down against his. She surveyed the sailboat and then tilted her head. "Come here." She led him over to one of the benches that formed a small U-shaped couch at the front of the boat. She laid down on the soft padded surface, and giggled as she saw the expression on Seth's face.
"What?" She saw his lips stammer a bit. "Cohen," she rolled her eyes, "I'm not that easy, jeez, I just thought that it might be a little more comfortable, given my Jimmy Choo-less induced shortness."
"No, I wasn't thinking about- well, I kind of was, it's just." Seth let his eyes travel over Summer, stretched out before him. "You're so beautiful, you know that?"
Her voice caught a little before she responded, thoughtfully. "I never really think of myself as beautiful - don't get me wrong," she added quickly as she realized that Seth was about to protest. "Guys tell me all the time that I'm 'hot', but beautiful is for girls like Marissa - sweet, ballerina-type girls. I'm short and curvy and, let's face it, kind of a bitch."
"Hey there," Seth sat down by Summer's waist and leaned against the curves of her body. "That's my girl you're taking about there, and I happen to think that you are petite, feminine and filled with moxie." Summer laughed a little and playfully pushed him. He caught her hand in his and laced their fingers together. "And might I add," he whispered, "breathtakingly beautiful."
His thumb gently traced a path down to her wrist, making small circles against her skin. She pulled him to her and felt the weight of his body against her. He felt differently than the other guys she'd kissed, his body was comforting, not insistent.
Making out with Seth Cohen was different than she'd thought it would be, and in a very good way. He was more muscled than one would expect; he was just tall and lean instead of stocky and bulky. And his kisses. wow. She wondered if he had practiced with Anna. He seemed so confident and sure, and he whispered to her as they took quick breaths together. He moaned as she kissed him, complimenting her as he traced her lips with his finger, and then raise her arms over her head to grasp her wrists with one hand, holding her as he marveled at the expanse of bare skin that her strapless dress allowed. Seth swept a curl of chestnut hair away from Summer's face and kissed her again, deeply. He kissed a path across her cheek and down her neck, pausing when she let out a small moan. He mentally photographed the exact location of the "moaning mark" and kissed it again, lightly.
"I'm so lucky," he thought to himself, as he kissed her again, taking in every sensation - the way she felt, smelled, tasted.
"No," Summer said aloud, and he stopped, looking at her questioningly.
"Oh - jeez, sorry, do you want to stop?"
"No!" Summer blurted out quickly. She blushed. "I meant, no. no, I'm the lucky one."
She pulled him towards her, and he resolved to stop thinking and just be with her. 2004 was looking pretty damn good, he considered. And the world faded into a haze of lips and hands and whispers.