Again, thanks for all the positive reviews! You guys are too nice, and you
make me blush.
Please note rating change to light "R"!
~Also, I'm pretty sure Ryan and Marissa realized a bag of "Cheese Stix" did not a dinner make, and went to the all-night diner just up the road for some real food and in-depth conversation. But that's another story.
~Sleeping Arrangements - Chapter 4~
Seth pulled away from her and fell onto his back, breathing heavily. Every inch of his body was protesting the sudden lack of warmth, particularly the absence of warm wandering hands and lips that had him shaking in withdrawal already. Who knew you could have this much fun while still partially dressed? He'd always assumed the good stuff only happened after the nakedness. And Holy Mother of God, if it was this awesome now, what would -? He shook his head to jar loose the remainder of that thought. No thinking about clothes-free activities! Seth let out a long breath. His nerve endings were still tingling and demanding contact of any sort in a very bossy way. He crossed his arms behind his head in an attempt to keep his hands from disobeying orders and reaching for her.
Something he never expected had occurred. Something so life altering it had changed Seth Cohen's attitude about being king.
In this latest round of up close and personal-itivity with Summer, Seth had made two extremely exciting new friends. Seeing them almost exposed at the beach? Looking at them in a magazine? Such sad comparison to the bona fide thing - SUMMER'S uh, things - in all their perky naked glory. Shockingly, she had not stopped him when he very cautiously slid the strap of her gown down her arm, following it with kisses. He halted progress just before the silky fabric covering her had slid to the point of no return and finally glanced up at her warily, unsure. He had a brief moment of giddiness after finding her watching him with a small smile and soft, warm eyes, then got back to the matter at hand, lowering the other strap in similar fashion. Then, with a shaking hand he'd reached out and hooked a finger around the fabric barely covering her, and pulled down.
Seth couldn't move or blink for a full two minutes, completely mesmerized, in dazed, reverent awe.
Summer had finally pulled his hand gently to her, and his brain kicked into high gear then, immediately downloading several hundred things he'd imagined doing if this situation ever miraculously presented itself. After he'd introduced himself to them properly, with fingertips and lips and tongue, he had bowed his head in defeat. Seth knew the battle was over. Hell, the war was over. She'd won. The Queen could send him to the torture chamber to have his fingernails removed on a daily basis and he would skip down there singing with a smile plastered on his face as long as he had regular visitations with these two beauties. Some would call it "whipped". Seth preferred calling it "enlightened".
He pulled himself back to the present, then took a moment to pray that this was the start of a lifelong relationship between the three of them.
Summer rolled toward him, after taking a moment to catch her breath. "Think long and hard about it if you're planning on discussing cars, Cohen. I will not be held responsible for my actions."
"What are you going to do to me, Summer?"
"Imagine a scene from "When Wild Animals Attack."
Seth turned his head on the pillow to look at her and laughed. "I can't believe you just made a joke about that. You were foaming at the mouth last time it came up."
"Yeah well, in retrospect, I see the humor. But I'm not kidding about the car thing. So. Why in the hell do you keep stopping the action? Are you not the sixteen-year-old guy that has liked me forever? Do I have the wrong person in bed?"
Seth closed his eyes. If she only knew. He was definitely a new and improved Seth Cohen. In no way had he ever imagined the power he could have over her. With a kiss he could make her eyes change to liquid and flutter closed. By moving his fingers a certain way on her skin, he could make her moan and shake. Exploring with his tongue made her cry out his name and arch up under him. No, this was not the same guy that had liked her forever. That kid was gone. He grinned. Long live the new Seth. New Seth had mad skilz.
Summer poked him in the chest. "Hello? Grinning-like-a-loon geek?"
Seth came out of his trance with a start. "Huh? That hurt! Fingernails!"
"Get over it. You keep stopping? The hell?"
"Oh," Seth turned on his side to face her. " Summer, there is nothing more on the face of this Earth or any other planet, uh, let's throw in 'galaxy far, far away' too, that I want more than to rip that thingy you're wearing off of you. Right now." She was lying on her side facing him. His eyes slid down her curves and he suppressed the urge to burst into a chorus of "Hallelujah". Handel, not Buckley. Her top was still pulled down almost to her waist, the strap of her free arm lying all silky down against her elbow. He was positive this was most amazing thing he'd ever seen, or would see in his life. He took a mental picture, just in case this turned out to be an extraordinarily realistic dream. Geeks could never be too careful.
"Mrrrowrrr, Cohen. Did you say 'rip it off'? How aggressive." Summer had never purred before in her life, but she was making up for lost time now. Seth continued to prove himself full of surprises. Really hot ones. She watched his eyes, the expression in them as he took in every inch of her, eyes that said quite clearly she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Or galaxy, in Seth's case. God, she was thinking like him now.
"But we need to stop." Seth reached out a hand, gritting his teeth, and pulled her top up. He almost made it away, but somehow his hand overruled his brain and snuck back for one more caress. Just to make sure there were no wrinkles in the fabric. And to make sure they were ok. Not cold or anything. And to see if they were still ok. Oh look, another wrinkle.
Seth realized he was moving and stopped himself before his face got any closer. He closed his eyes and very slowly pulled his hand away. He winced as it physically hurt him to do so. He sighed. It was very obvious that he wasn't the only one with power now.
He looked up to find her staring at him as if he'd developed a third eye, or second nose. Maybe both.
" I love them." Seth voice was very low and small as he offered this explanation. "I now know the joy and pain of the crack addict."
Summer rolled her eyes, laughing. Could he be any cuter? She slid down on the bed, so she could be at eye level with him again, and kissed him. "So why do we have to stop, Seth?"
"Because unless Ryan and Marissa joined Mulder's sister, which I'm beginning to think is possible, they'll be coming back and I'd rather Ryan not see you naked. Or me. Or Marissa, either. Well, you know, Ryan can see Marissa naked, uh, if she, uh-" Seth gave up. He apparently couldn't talk about naked and make sense at the same time.
"Who? Mulder's sister?"
Seth looked at her in horror. "Don't tell me you didn't watch 'X-Files'. It was mainstream! Everyone loved it!" He was still mourning its' cancellation, although he was sure he could have written a better ending.
"Oh ok, yeah! Fox Mulder's sister was abducted or something. By aliens!" Summer couldn't believe she was so excited about remembering this. He looked so damned proud, though. "What makes you think we'd be naked anyway, Seth? I'm not a tramp."
"I didn't think you were. But I am where you're concerned. And I'm referring to half-naked like I am and you were. And I don't want Ryan and Marissa to walk in on us making out at all. We need to stop. Please."
"You don't want them to know about us?" Summer was used to seeing people doing more than making out at parties all the time. You couldn't go to the bathroom without tripping over a threesome.
Seth just looked at her like she was stupid. "Are you kidding? As we speak, I'm planning on renting a billboard in the middle of Newport and making an announcement that we're together. No, Summer, because I respect you. And really, would you want to watch or listen to Ryan and Marissa make out?"
She was just staring at him. She didn't say anything. Huh. Maybe she did want to watch Ryan and Marissa make out. Seth was starting to get nervous when she crawled over to him and wrapped both arms around him, hugging him tightly. She kissed him on the cheek, then lay down by him, resting her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her and she curled up next to him, as close as she could get.
"Can we go to sleep like this?" Summer's voice was soft, and she looked up at him.
"Of course we can, silly." Seth reached down and pulled the covers up around them, then kissed her gently. "'Night, Summer."
"'Night baby."
Uh oh, warm and fuzzies. Seth tensed up, waiting for the violence, and Summer laughed.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Seth."
"Yeah I knew that."
"Did not. You were scared."
"Was not. Liar."
"Geek."
"Tramp"
"Loser."
"Spawn of evil... Uh, I'm not really tired."
"You either?"
"You know, Summer, we could always turn out the light."
"Very true. And you could put your shirt back on, then you wouldn't be half naked."
"Right. We could stay under the covers, too."
"Good point. And we'd hear the key in the door, when they come back, wouldn't we?"
"Yes. Yes we would."
"Go get your shirt. Hurry up."
"I'm like the wind, my Queen."
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Please note rating change to light "R"!
~Also, I'm pretty sure Ryan and Marissa realized a bag of "Cheese Stix" did not a dinner make, and went to the all-night diner just up the road for some real food and in-depth conversation. But that's another story.
~Sleeping Arrangements - Chapter 4~
Seth pulled away from her and fell onto his back, breathing heavily. Every inch of his body was protesting the sudden lack of warmth, particularly the absence of warm wandering hands and lips that had him shaking in withdrawal already. Who knew you could have this much fun while still partially dressed? He'd always assumed the good stuff only happened after the nakedness. And Holy Mother of God, if it was this awesome now, what would -? He shook his head to jar loose the remainder of that thought. No thinking about clothes-free activities! Seth let out a long breath. His nerve endings were still tingling and demanding contact of any sort in a very bossy way. He crossed his arms behind his head in an attempt to keep his hands from disobeying orders and reaching for her.
Something he never expected had occurred. Something so life altering it had changed Seth Cohen's attitude about being king.
In this latest round of up close and personal-itivity with Summer, Seth had made two extremely exciting new friends. Seeing them almost exposed at the beach? Looking at them in a magazine? Such sad comparison to the bona fide thing - SUMMER'S uh, things - in all their perky naked glory. Shockingly, she had not stopped him when he very cautiously slid the strap of her gown down her arm, following it with kisses. He halted progress just before the silky fabric covering her had slid to the point of no return and finally glanced up at her warily, unsure. He had a brief moment of giddiness after finding her watching him with a small smile and soft, warm eyes, then got back to the matter at hand, lowering the other strap in similar fashion. Then, with a shaking hand he'd reached out and hooked a finger around the fabric barely covering her, and pulled down.
Seth couldn't move or blink for a full two minutes, completely mesmerized, in dazed, reverent awe.
Summer had finally pulled his hand gently to her, and his brain kicked into high gear then, immediately downloading several hundred things he'd imagined doing if this situation ever miraculously presented itself. After he'd introduced himself to them properly, with fingertips and lips and tongue, he had bowed his head in defeat. Seth knew the battle was over. Hell, the war was over. She'd won. The Queen could send him to the torture chamber to have his fingernails removed on a daily basis and he would skip down there singing with a smile plastered on his face as long as he had regular visitations with these two beauties. Some would call it "whipped". Seth preferred calling it "enlightened".
He pulled himself back to the present, then took a moment to pray that this was the start of a lifelong relationship between the three of them.
Summer rolled toward him, after taking a moment to catch her breath. "Think long and hard about it if you're planning on discussing cars, Cohen. I will not be held responsible for my actions."
"What are you going to do to me, Summer?"
"Imagine a scene from "When Wild Animals Attack."
Seth turned his head on the pillow to look at her and laughed. "I can't believe you just made a joke about that. You were foaming at the mouth last time it came up."
"Yeah well, in retrospect, I see the humor. But I'm not kidding about the car thing. So. Why in the hell do you keep stopping the action? Are you not the sixteen-year-old guy that has liked me forever? Do I have the wrong person in bed?"
Seth closed his eyes. If she only knew. He was definitely a new and improved Seth Cohen. In no way had he ever imagined the power he could have over her. With a kiss he could make her eyes change to liquid and flutter closed. By moving his fingers a certain way on her skin, he could make her moan and shake. Exploring with his tongue made her cry out his name and arch up under him. No, this was not the same guy that had liked her forever. That kid was gone. He grinned. Long live the new Seth. New Seth had mad skilz.
Summer poked him in the chest. "Hello? Grinning-like-a-loon geek?"
Seth came out of his trance with a start. "Huh? That hurt! Fingernails!"
"Get over it. You keep stopping? The hell?"
"Oh," Seth turned on his side to face her. " Summer, there is nothing more on the face of this Earth or any other planet, uh, let's throw in 'galaxy far, far away' too, that I want more than to rip that thingy you're wearing off of you. Right now." She was lying on her side facing him. His eyes slid down her curves and he suppressed the urge to burst into a chorus of "Hallelujah". Handel, not Buckley. Her top was still pulled down almost to her waist, the strap of her free arm lying all silky down against her elbow. He was positive this was most amazing thing he'd ever seen, or would see in his life. He took a mental picture, just in case this turned out to be an extraordinarily realistic dream. Geeks could never be too careful.
"Mrrrowrrr, Cohen. Did you say 'rip it off'? How aggressive." Summer had never purred before in her life, but she was making up for lost time now. Seth continued to prove himself full of surprises. Really hot ones. She watched his eyes, the expression in them as he took in every inch of her, eyes that said quite clearly she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Or galaxy, in Seth's case. God, she was thinking like him now.
"But we need to stop." Seth reached out a hand, gritting his teeth, and pulled her top up. He almost made it away, but somehow his hand overruled his brain and snuck back for one more caress. Just to make sure there were no wrinkles in the fabric. And to make sure they were ok. Not cold or anything. And to see if they were still ok. Oh look, another wrinkle.
Seth realized he was moving and stopped himself before his face got any closer. He closed his eyes and very slowly pulled his hand away. He winced as it physically hurt him to do so. He sighed. It was very obvious that he wasn't the only one with power now.
He looked up to find her staring at him as if he'd developed a third eye, or second nose. Maybe both.
" I love them." Seth voice was very low and small as he offered this explanation. "I now know the joy and pain of the crack addict."
Summer rolled her eyes, laughing. Could he be any cuter? She slid down on the bed, so she could be at eye level with him again, and kissed him. "So why do we have to stop, Seth?"
"Because unless Ryan and Marissa joined Mulder's sister, which I'm beginning to think is possible, they'll be coming back and I'd rather Ryan not see you naked. Or me. Or Marissa, either. Well, you know, Ryan can see Marissa naked, uh, if she, uh-" Seth gave up. He apparently couldn't talk about naked and make sense at the same time.
"Who? Mulder's sister?"
Seth looked at her in horror. "Don't tell me you didn't watch 'X-Files'. It was mainstream! Everyone loved it!" He was still mourning its' cancellation, although he was sure he could have written a better ending.
"Oh ok, yeah! Fox Mulder's sister was abducted or something. By aliens!" Summer couldn't believe she was so excited about remembering this. He looked so damned proud, though. "What makes you think we'd be naked anyway, Seth? I'm not a tramp."
"I didn't think you were. But I am where you're concerned. And I'm referring to half-naked like I am and you were. And I don't want Ryan and Marissa to walk in on us making out at all. We need to stop. Please."
"You don't want them to know about us?" Summer was used to seeing people doing more than making out at parties all the time. You couldn't go to the bathroom without tripping over a threesome.
Seth just looked at her like she was stupid. "Are you kidding? As we speak, I'm planning on renting a billboard in the middle of Newport and making an announcement that we're together. No, Summer, because I respect you. And really, would you want to watch or listen to Ryan and Marissa make out?"
She was just staring at him. She didn't say anything. Huh. Maybe she did want to watch Ryan and Marissa make out. Seth was starting to get nervous when she crawled over to him and wrapped both arms around him, hugging him tightly. She kissed him on the cheek, then lay down by him, resting her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her and she curled up next to him, as close as she could get.
"Can we go to sleep like this?" Summer's voice was soft, and she looked up at him.
"Of course we can, silly." Seth reached down and pulled the covers up around them, then kissed her gently. "'Night, Summer."
"'Night baby."
Uh oh, warm and fuzzies. Seth tensed up, waiting for the violence, and Summer laughed.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Seth."
"Yeah I knew that."
"Did not. You were scared."
"Was not. Liar."
"Geek."
"Tramp"
"Loser."
"Spawn of evil... Uh, I'm not really tired."
"You either?"
"You know, Summer, we could always turn out the light."
"Very true. And you could put your shirt back on, then you wouldn't be half naked."
"Right. We could stay under the covers, too."
"Good point. And we'd hear the key in the door, when they come back, wouldn't we?"
"Yes. Yes we would."
"Go get your shirt. Hurry up."
"I'm like the wind, my Queen."
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