I was really set on making this a one-parter, but I guess I've changed my
mind. I've decided to keep things going from Summer's point of view.
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Summer managed to tune out the random din of the party and focus on Seth. He was in the kitchen, looking slightly out of place and awkwardly holding a drink.
She wondered why he was there, wondered if it had anything to do with her. Ryan hadn't come in with him.
His forehead was wrinkled up in a bemused expression as he surveyed the scene, probably speculating himself as to why he had shown up. He spotted her, and she quickly averted her eyes, slipping through a group and heading towards the deck.
He caught up with her, and again she was exceedingly conscious of his body near hers.
"Hey Summer." His lips formed a slow smile on one side, and she forced herself to tear her eyes away from his mouth.
"Cohen," she greeted in turn, keeping her voice steady even though she felt anything but.
"You look great," he nodded a little. "How have you been?"
He bit his bottom lip nervously. She blinked and met his eyes. "What?"
"I said you look great," he repeated. "How are you?"
"I'm fine," she said coolly. "You?"
"Well, I was about to leave until I saw you," he said candidly.
He was so forward about his attraction to her. She would give anything to be able to tell him exactly how she felt.
Okay, scratch that. She wanted to be able to *show* him exactly how she felt.
She could smell the laundry detergent on his light blue shirt- or was that her imagination? God. She was going to have to get away from him.
"Seth, can I talk to you for a second?" Where the hell did that come from?
"Like here, or alone, or... what?"
"Just... follow me." She tried to stay focused.
Had his teeth always been that white?
She closed the door to the guest bedroom behind them and turned to see Seth eyeing her curiously, his hands in his pockets. He was rocking slowly on his heels.
"So..."
This was it. The breaking point.
She walked up to him and placed one hand on the back of his neck. His very smooth neck. He was taller, which she liked.
She could feel the warm rush beneath her skin as she leaned up and kissed him, her soft lips pulling at his own.
Soon she felt his exploring tongue, and she went lightheaded. This was what she wanted. Needed. For Seth to be up against her, his warm mouth on hers, making her dizzy. His hands pressed at the small of her back, willing her closer.
Their lips parted, both of them breathing heavily. "God, Cohen," she whispered, the movement causing her lips to brush his. Her hands slid up the front of his shirt before she slipped it over his head.
It really did smell like laundry detergent.
He sat on the bed, lowering himself slowly so that they could continue kissing as he did so. He tasted good and warm he wasn't sloppy. She climbed on him and straddled him, releasing months of barely controlled desire with her tongue. And her hands.
Her tongue ran lightly down his neck and he let forth a little moan. She pulled her head up and looked into his eyes. She had always liked those, even before she had started staring holes into him, before she had let her mind drift to this moment whenever she saw him.
His hands moved to her waist and tentatively pulled off her shirt. She liked his hands. They were guiding and sure, but they weren't overpowering or clumsy.
They inched backwards so that they were stretched along the full length of the bed, Seth lying next to her. Everywhere that his lips or fingers touched burned, and she hoped she was having the same effect on him. Judging by his reactions, she was.
Her hand grazed the top of his pants and his mouth came up from her neck, where he had been giving her goose bumps.
They exchanged a brief look, and she saw it.
That love, devotion, complete adoration.
He would do anything for her, and she hadn't really thought much past getting him alone in a room.
She pulled back, her emotions all over the place. God, she couldn't do this to him.
"Summer?" He asked softly.
"Seth... I'm sorry." She was at a loss for words. How was she supposed to explain something to him that she didn't understand herself?
"What?" Confusion.
"I need to sort some things out," she said, hoping that the words didn't sound as lame as she thought they did. She slipped back into her shirt and he sat miserably on the edge of the bed, looking lost.
It would have been so easy for her to crawl on top of him. Really easy.
Damned conscience. She kissed him on the cheek.
"I'm sorry," she repeated softly. Summer left him sitting there, both of them a mess.
She got in her car and drove home.
She had to think.
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Okay, I have no clue where I'm going with this, so don't be too shocked if I don't add any more to it. I don't have any plans of making this too long. Review, por favor!
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Summer managed to tune out the random din of the party and focus on Seth. He was in the kitchen, looking slightly out of place and awkwardly holding a drink.
She wondered why he was there, wondered if it had anything to do with her. Ryan hadn't come in with him.
His forehead was wrinkled up in a bemused expression as he surveyed the scene, probably speculating himself as to why he had shown up. He spotted her, and she quickly averted her eyes, slipping through a group and heading towards the deck.
He caught up with her, and again she was exceedingly conscious of his body near hers.
"Hey Summer." His lips formed a slow smile on one side, and she forced herself to tear her eyes away from his mouth.
"Cohen," she greeted in turn, keeping her voice steady even though she felt anything but.
"You look great," he nodded a little. "How have you been?"
He bit his bottom lip nervously. She blinked and met his eyes. "What?"
"I said you look great," he repeated. "How are you?"
"I'm fine," she said coolly. "You?"
"Well, I was about to leave until I saw you," he said candidly.
He was so forward about his attraction to her. She would give anything to be able to tell him exactly how she felt.
Okay, scratch that. She wanted to be able to *show* him exactly how she felt.
She could smell the laundry detergent on his light blue shirt- or was that her imagination? God. She was going to have to get away from him.
"Seth, can I talk to you for a second?" Where the hell did that come from?
"Like here, or alone, or... what?"
"Just... follow me." She tried to stay focused.
Had his teeth always been that white?
She closed the door to the guest bedroom behind them and turned to see Seth eyeing her curiously, his hands in his pockets. He was rocking slowly on his heels.
"So..."
This was it. The breaking point.
She walked up to him and placed one hand on the back of his neck. His very smooth neck. He was taller, which she liked.
She could feel the warm rush beneath her skin as she leaned up and kissed him, her soft lips pulling at his own.
Soon she felt his exploring tongue, and she went lightheaded. This was what she wanted. Needed. For Seth to be up against her, his warm mouth on hers, making her dizzy. His hands pressed at the small of her back, willing her closer.
Their lips parted, both of them breathing heavily. "God, Cohen," she whispered, the movement causing her lips to brush his. Her hands slid up the front of his shirt before she slipped it over his head.
It really did smell like laundry detergent.
He sat on the bed, lowering himself slowly so that they could continue kissing as he did so. He tasted good and warm he wasn't sloppy. She climbed on him and straddled him, releasing months of barely controlled desire with her tongue. And her hands.
Her tongue ran lightly down his neck and he let forth a little moan. She pulled her head up and looked into his eyes. She had always liked those, even before she had started staring holes into him, before she had let her mind drift to this moment whenever she saw him.
His hands moved to her waist and tentatively pulled off her shirt. She liked his hands. They were guiding and sure, but they weren't overpowering or clumsy.
They inched backwards so that they were stretched along the full length of the bed, Seth lying next to her. Everywhere that his lips or fingers touched burned, and she hoped she was having the same effect on him. Judging by his reactions, she was.
Her hand grazed the top of his pants and his mouth came up from her neck, where he had been giving her goose bumps.
They exchanged a brief look, and she saw it.
That love, devotion, complete adoration.
He would do anything for her, and she hadn't really thought much past getting him alone in a room.
She pulled back, her emotions all over the place. God, she couldn't do this to him.
"Summer?" He asked softly.
"Seth... I'm sorry." She was at a loss for words. How was she supposed to explain something to him that she didn't understand herself?
"What?" Confusion.
"I need to sort some things out," she said, hoping that the words didn't sound as lame as she thought they did. She slipped back into her shirt and he sat miserably on the edge of the bed, looking lost.
It would have been so easy for her to crawl on top of him. Really easy.
Damned conscience. She kissed him on the cheek.
"I'm sorry," she repeated softly. Summer left him sitting there, both of them a mess.
She got in her car and drove home.
She had to think.
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Okay, I have no clue where I'm going with this, so don't be too shocked if I don't add any more to it. I don't have any plans of making this too long. Review, por favor!