Ahhh, how great was that episode?! I loved when Seth was like, "That's my
bed. Just wanted you to know." And when he goes, "It's pronounced Tijuana-
you're so white, Mom." Anyway, here I go.
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"Are you mad at me?" Anna spoke up suddenly. Seth had been absentmindedly bouncing his knee under the table and he stopped, looking up at her.
"What?"
"About the other day at lunch. Look Seth, I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, okay? Sorry."
The two were sitting in the library a few days later, working on the project. The table had been oddly quiet so far.
"Yeah, well... it's over." Seth wasn't sure what else to say, so he returned to his notebook.
"I mean it," Anna continued. "Are you two okay?"
He sighed inwardly. Did she even care?
"Yeah, we're find. It's cool, everything's cool."
"Can we just kind of forget that the whole thing happened?" She asked.
"Um, even if we can, I really don't think Summer can."
"I just want us to still be friends."
Seth gave up on his notes, setting his pen down. She obviously wasn't letting up.
"Okay. We can try to be friends and everything, but you really can't be ragging on my girlfriend."
"I'll try." She gave Seth a smile that he didn't return.
He wasn't amused. "Seriously, Anna."
She saw how much he meant it and nodded. "Sure Seth. Sorry."
They began to grow restless, so they headed over to the Cohen house to work on the visuals. Anna was getting chatty again, and Seth was friendly enough, though more aloof. He couldn't just act like nothing had ever happened.
They had meant to work until about five, but they were on a roll. Secretly, Seth kind of wanted to get the project done in the fewest number of days possible, but he didn't mention that. They had all of their materials sprawled out over the kitchen when Ryan and Summer walked in. They were carrying plastic bags, and it was obvious by the smell that they were full of Chinese food.
Summer slowed her pace at seeing Anna, but she kept her composure. Ryan observed the situation, amusement showing in his eyes.
"Well hey!" Seth said, clearly surprised.
"I came over, and your parents were leaving, so Ryan and I decided to go get the three of us some food." She looked pointedly at Anna.
"Don't worry, we were just finishing up," Anna rolled her eyes and began collecting her things.
"Okay," Summer ignored her and began unloading the bags. "We got you sesame chicken, but the first time they gave us steamed rice instead of fried, so we had to go back. And you like eggrolls, right? Because I got you two."
"Fortune cookie?" He asked hopefully.
"I stole some extras on the way out." Ryan held up another small bag.
"Forever the rebel," Seth commented.
"I'll see you in class tomorrow, Seth," said Anna, lightly touching his shoulder.
"Sure," Seth nodded. "Tomorrow."
"And about what I said earlier- I mean it, okay?"
"Right. Gotcha." She left the kitchen and two pairs of eyes turned to Seth. Ryan was considering a comment, but he decided to let Summer take this one.
Summer handed him the Styrofoam container and a glass of Dr. Pepper. "What she said earlier?"
"Yeah, she gave me this little pep-talk about us remaining friends and how she feels bad about the other day."
"Hmm."
Seth kissed her temple, as though reminding her not to worry.
The three moved into the living room, and Seth rubbed his hands together.
"Alright, Ryan. Let's hear it."
"What's that?"
"You and Marisa. Marisa and you. While she and Summer may be having little slumber parties and talking about us, you haven't told me anything in a while."
"Slumber parties?" A giggle escaped Summer's lips.
"Sure. Pillow fights, popcorn, playing Girl Talk, prank calling boys," he said between bites of chicken.
"I won't even ask how you know about Girl Talk," Summer grinned, shaking her head.
"I don't like the implication in your voice," he said in a mock-serious tone.
"Well, I don't like the fact that you know about Girl Talk," she countered.
"Dare I add that I used to watch Saved By The Bell?"
"Oh no."
"Oh yes, religiously. Just for Kelly though."
"I always thought that Zack was too good for her," Summer mused. She looked at Seth and broke into laughter. "You could totally have Screech hair, you know."
His hands went to his hair and he frowned. "I hate you."
"It's okay," she patted his knee. "Better Screech than Mr. Belding."
"He was bald!"
"Exactly."
At the same time they seemed to remember that Ryan was in the room. He was looking at them, that typical bemused look on his face.
"I can't quite place you as a big Saved By The Bell fan," Seth said.
"I'd have to say you're right," Ryan shook his head.
Summer had to leave dinner to do some homework, so he and Ryan were flipping through the channels.
"We never did get to what the deal is with you and Marisa," Seth reminded him.
"Well, she kissed me again," Ryan admitted.
"What? Again? Dude." His last word had an accusing tone.
Ryan shrugged. "Hey, it's been hard getting in a word with you lately."
Seth smiled in acknowledgement. It was true; since he and Summer had been together, that's all he'd really wanted to talk about.
"Noted," he said. "So... are you two... anything?"
Ryan had been trying to play it cool, but he finally broke out into a relieved grin. "Yeah, I asked her out last night."
"Atwood!" Seth held his drink up in a salute. "We, my man, are studs. To us."
Ryan humored him and clinked his glass against Seth's.
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Summer rang the doorbell of the Cohen house, feeling slightly nervous. Seth had invited her to eat dinner with the family, and while she normally would feel very comfortable around them, there was still the little incident with Sandy catching her and Seth making out. He seemed pretty cool, though. Hopefully he hadn't said anything to Seth's mom.
The second that she sat down at the table she felt better. Sandy and Kirsten both made her feel welcome, and Ryan had been more and more personable towards her since she and Seth had started going out.
"So Summer," Sandy said. "How's school?"
Summer opened her mouth to answer, but Seth cut her off. "Dad, honestly. Could you be any more trite?"
Summer and Sandy exchanged a smile.
She marveled at their family interaction, and the way that Ryan seemed he had always been there. Seth bantered with his parents good-naturedly, and Ryan sent around looks with his eyes. She observed, making the occasional comment and answering the occasional question.
Seth walked her to the door after desert. He leaned over and kissed her. What was meant to be simple began to build up, and one of her hands went to the back of his neck. She sucked on his bottom lip and he inched closer to her.
Common sense finally pulled them away from each other, but Summer didn't leave before she had kissed his neck a few times and hugged him.
Seth turned from the door and walked into the living room, where his dad and Ryan were already sitting down.
"Have a seat," Sandy offered. Seth complied, eyeing him curiously. He shot Ryan a look, but his friend looked as oblivious as he was.
"Well," Sandy leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "You've both got some lucky ladies, huh?"
"Uh, can we cut to the chase Dad?"
"Okay, sure. We can do that." He paused. "So, sex."
Ryan's eyebrows shot up incredulously, and Seth let out a half-laugh, half- choke.
"Oh God."
"Now, I'm serious," Sandy persisted.
"Sorry Dad, but I think Ryan and I learned the facts a little while ago." He made to leave, but his dad motioned for him to sit down.
"Look. I know that I'm just your dad, but you two need to be careful."
Seth's head rolled back onto the chair and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"I wasn't born yesterday," Sandy continued. "I know that kids your age are having sex."
"Oh my God, please stop saying 'sex,'" Seth pleaded.
"Just remember," he said, "That it's not a requirement, and it's not like you see it on... on Dawson's Creek, or something."
"You a big Dawson's Creek fan, Ryan?" Seth asked. "Didn't think so. Dad, please."
"There ARE consequences. There are diseases, there's emotional aftermath, there's pregnancy..."
"Wait, so you mean there IS no giant stork?" Seth asked sarcastically. "Honestly..."
"Seth." His tone was loaded. "I'm not sure what's going on with either of you guys, but it's my responsibility to talk to both of you. Now listen, I just want both of you to know that you can talk to me."
"Right, got it, check, noted. Can we go now?"
"I just don't know if you and Summer should be alone in your room anymore..."
"Fine, fine." Seth just wanted to escape.
"I'm here for you guys," he repeated.
"Okay!"
"And use protection," Sandy couldn't help but add.
Seth stood up. "Wow, I never want to hear the word 'sex' again." Ryan joined him, giving Sandy a quick smile before joining Seth.
"Dude, I'm sorry. I don't know where he gets this stuff," Seth apologized.
"Don't worry about it," Ryan assured him.
"He probably thinks Summer and I are shacking it up every night or something."
"Shacking it up?" Ryan repeated, smirking.
"Shut up. You know what I mean."
Ryan sent him a silent question with his expression, and Seth sighed.
"We aren't," he said. "We've just... we haven't even talked about it. I mean..." He trailed off.
Ryan kept quiet, and Seth gave another sigh. "Atwood, talk."
"Sorry."
"Awkward silences don't even bother you, do they?" He joked.
Ryan said nothing, and Seth flopped into a chair, shaking his head.
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"Now that is a sad sight," Seth said mournfully, looking down at the burnt chicken. It was Friday night, and Summer had attempted to make him dinner at her otherwise empty house.
"Whatever. I tried," she said defensively. They poked at the food a little longer before Seth began to laugh. Summer tried to shoot him a dirty look, but soon she couldn't help but join him. Seth's smile was contagious like that.
"Fine, fine." She stood up and walked over to a cabinet. "Apple Jacks, Cheerios, or Cocoa Pebbles?"
"I'm an Apple Jacks man," he said, clearing the other dishes.
Soon they were sitting upstairs in the game room, flipping through the channels with their feet propped up.
"Oooh, Punk'd!" Summer set down the remote control. "I've been wanting to see this episode..."
Seth started at her earlobe and began kissing slowly down her neck. Very slowly.
"Cohen."
"Hmm?" He pressed his lips on her collarbone.
"I want to watch this."
"Alright. You don't have to do anything..." He continued kissing her, and Summer grabbed his chin in one hand. He gently pulled her hand away, ignoring her.
She sighed and closed her eyes for a second. Seth was suddenly at her lips.
"Resistance is futile," he whispered, and she could feel his breath on her mouth. Summer decided not to argue.
"Come on," she stood up and led him to her bedroom. "That couch is way too small."
"Wow, you really do want me," he murmured against her lips, smiling.
"Cohen?"
"Yeah?" He pulled her onto the bed, barely listening.
She pulled back a little so that she could see his face. His smile faded. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah," she nodded. "It's just... are you a virgin, Seth?" Her last words came out in a rush.
His first reaction was to laugh out loud, but knew that it probably wasn't the best choice. He toyed with her hair. "Yeah," he smiled a little.
"So am I."
Seth wasn't sure what she was getting at, so continued playing with her hair and watching her.
"Seth..." Her vulnerability was written all over her face, causing him to move even closer to her. "I'm not ready to have sex."
She seemed so hesitant and exposed. "Summer," his soft lips massaged hers for second. "Neither am I."
She smiled and leaned in for another kiss, but he pulled away. "Nope," he grinned playfully, sitting up.
"Excuse me?" She frowned at him and sat up.
"Hey, I was just reading between the lines," he said casually. "Now where are my shoes? I'd better get going..."
"I don't think so."
He made as though to stand up, and her hands were on his shoulders, trying to push him down. She fell into his lap, straddling him.
"Summer," he said, keeping a straight face. "Look. I'm not your man-whore, alright? I know that you're only human, and naturally you want to sex me up, but it's not going to happen. I'm not a piece of meat, you know."
"Sure you are," she countered, her fingertips grazing the back of his neck.
"Nuh uh."
"Uh huh."
"Nuh uh."
"Cohen?"
"Yes?"
"For the love God, shut up."
Seth felt her tongue trace his lips. "Mmm..."
"Gotcha," she murmured, tugging off his t-shirt. He felt his breath quicken as her hands roamed over his chest and back. She fell on top of him and kissed him as he fumbled hurriedly to unbutton her shirt. Soon they were entangled, feeling this insatiable need that they had to fulfill. Summer felt like she was drowning, like she couldn't breathe or think or do anything but cling to him and feel complete...
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"Seth," Summer poked him in the chest, hard. He groaned incoherently, and she frowned. "Seth!" She shook him awake and he furrowed his eyebrows, looking a little confused.
She seemed satisfied that he was awake and crawled off of the bed, bustling around. "We fell asleep," she explained. "You need to go home."
Seth practically rolled out of the bed, rubbing his eyes. "God, what time is it?"
"Five-thirty," she said in a very matter of fact tone.
That got his attention. He stood up, clad in his blue boxers and looked around. "Never thought I'd get to say this, but... Summer, where are my pants?"
She quickly tossed them his way, and he jumped into them. He managed to forget his panic for a moment when he really saw her for the first time that morning. Her hair was up in a loose ponytail, and she was wearing pajama pants and a green shirt. His green shirt.
She seemed to remember at the same time he did and sighed. "Get that goofy look off of your face, Cohen. This isn't the best situation."
Seth was thinking that maybe he could sneak in his room, or slip around to the pool house and tell his parents that he had slept there whenever his cell phone rang. They both eyed it for a minute.
"You might as well answer it," she said. He contorted his face into a worried expression.
"Hello?" He asked warily.
"Where the hell have you been?" His mom's voice pierced his ear, and he held the phone away from his ear a little bit.
"It's alright Mom, we just fell asleep watching TV..."
"It's alright? Seth, do NOT tell me anything is alright. We had no idea if you were okay, we just woke up this morning and you were nowhere to be found..."
"Mom, it was just an accident-"
"Just get home." Her words were low and dangerous, and he hung up with a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Summer hugged him goodbye at the door. His eyes were filled with misery, and she kissed his cheek. "If it helps at all," she tried, "It was nice waking up next to you."
Seth smiled weakly and kissed her forehead before skating towards his house to face the fire.
Yeah, it helped a little.
He knew that he was screwed, but the corner of his mouth couldn't help but turn up triumphantly.
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Okay, that's that! Hot action, yeah, sorry I didn't go into any great detail (if that's your cup of tea), but I decided that it wasn't my thing. Not for this story at least. Anyway, REVIEW and check out my other little piece (Dangerously Close).
I can't wait until Wednesday- seeing Summer jealous is going to be great.
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"Are you mad at me?" Anna spoke up suddenly. Seth had been absentmindedly bouncing his knee under the table and he stopped, looking up at her.
"What?"
"About the other day at lunch. Look Seth, I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, okay? Sorry."
The two were sitting in the library a few days later, working on the project. The table had been oddly quiet so far.
"Yeah, well... it's over." Seth wasn't sure what else to say, so he returned to his notebook.
"I mean it," Anna continued. "Are you two okay?"
He sighed inwardly. Did she even care?
"Yeah, we're find. It's cool, everything's cool."
"Can we just kind of forget that the whole thing happened?" She asked.
"Um, even if we can, I really don't think Summer can."
"I just want us to still be friends."
Seth gave up on his notes, setting his pen down. She obviously wasn't letting up.
"Okay. We can try to be friends and everything, but you really can't be ragging on my girlfriend."
"I'll try." She gave Seth a smile that he didn't return.
He wasn't amused. "Seriously, Anna."
She saw how much he meant it and nodded. "Sure Seth. Sorry."
They began to grow restless, so they headed over to the Cohen house to work on the visuals. Anna was getting chatty again, and Seth was friendly enough, though more aloof. He couldn't just act like nothing had ever happened.
They had meant to work until about five, but they were on a roll. Secretly, Seth kind of wanted to get the project done in the fewest number of days possible, but he didn't mention that. They had all of their materials sprawled out over the kitchen when Ryan and Summer walked in. They were carrying plastic bags, and it was obvious by the smell that they were full of Chinese food.
Summer slowed her pace at seeing Anna, but she kept her composure. Ryan observed the situation, amusement showing in his eyes.
"Well hey!" Seth said, clearly surprised.
"I came over, and your parents were leaving, so Ryan and I decided to go get the three of us some food." She looked pointedly at Anna.
"Don't worry, we were just finishing up," Anna rolled her eyes and began collecting her things.
"Okay," Summer ignored her and began unloading the bags. "We got you sesame chicken, but the first time they gave us steamed rice instead of fried, so we had to go back. And you like eggrolls, right? Because I got you two."
"Fortune cookie?" He asked hopefully.
"I stole some extras on the way out." Ryan held up another small bag.
"Forever the rebel," Seth commented.
"I'll see you in class tomorrow, Seth," said Anna, lightly touching his shoulder.
"Sure," Seth nodded. "Tomorrow."
"And about what I said earlier- I mean it, okay?"
"Right. Gotcha." She left the kitchen and two pairs of eyes turned to Seth. Ryan was considering a comment, but he decided to let Summer take this one.
Summer handed him the Styrofoam container and a glass of Dr. Pepper. "What she said earlier?"
"Yeah, she gave me this little pep-talk about us remaining friends and how she feels bad about the other day."
"Hmm."
Seth kissed her temple, as though reminding her not to worry.
The three moved into the living room, and Seth rubbed his hands together.
"Alright, Ryan. Let's hear it."
"What's that?"
"You and Marisa. Marisa and you. While she and Summer may be having little slumber parties and talking about us, you haven't told me anything in a while."
"Slumber parties?" A giggle escaped Summer's lips.
"Sure. Pillow fights, popcorn, playing Girl Talk, prank calling boys," he said between bites of chicken.
"I won't even ask how you know about Girl Talk," Summer grinned, shaking her head.
"I don't like the implication in your voice," he said in a mock-serious tone.
"Well, I don't like the fact that you know about Girl Talk," she countered.
"Dare I add that I used to watch Saved By The Bell?"
"Oh no."
"Oh yes, religiously. Just for Kelly though."
"I always thought that Zack was too good for her," Summer mused. She looked at Seth and broke into laughter. "You could totally have Screech hair, you know."
His hands went to his hair and he frowned. "I hate you."
"It's okay," she patted his knee. "Better Screech than Mr. Belding."
"He was bald!"
"Exactly."
At the same time they seemed to remember that Ryan was in the room. He was looking at them, that typical bemused look on his face.
"I can't quite place you as a big Saved By The Bell fan," Seth said.
"I'd have to say you're right," Ryan shook his head.
Summer had to leave dinner to do some homework, so he and Ryan were flipping through the channels.
"We never did get to what the deal is with you and Marisa," Seth reminded him.
"Well, she kissed me again," Ryan admitted.
"What? Again? Dude." His last word had an accusing tone.
Ryan shrugged. "Hey, it's been hard getting in a word with you lately."
Seth smiled in acknowledgement. It was true; since he and Summer had been together, that's all he'd really wanted to talk about.
"Noted," he said. "So... are you two... anything?"
Ryan had been trying to play it cool, but he finally broke out into a relieved grin. "Yeah, I asked her out last night."
"Atwood!" Seth held his drink up in a salute. "We, my man, are studs. To us."
Ryan humored him and clinked his glass against Seth's.
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Summer rang the doorbell of the Cohen house, feeling slightly nervous. Seth had invited her to eat dinner with the family, and while she normally would feel very comfortable around them, there was still the little incident with Sandy catching her and Seth making out. He seemed pretty cool, though. Hopefully he hadn't said anything to Seth's mom.
The second that she sat down at the table she felt better. Sandy and Kirsten both made her feel welcome, and Ryan had been more and more personable towards her since she and Seth had started going out.
"So Summer," Sandy said. "How's school?"
Summer opened her mouth to answer, but Seth cut her off. "Dad, honestly. Could you be any more trite?"
Summer and Sandy exchanged a smile.
She marveled at their family interaction, and the way that Ryan seemed he had always been there. Seth bantered with his parents good-naturedly, and Ryan sent around looks with his eyes. She observed, making the occasional comment and answering the occasional question.
Seth walked her to the door after desert. He leaned over and kissed her. What was meant to be simple began to build up, and one of her hands went to the back of his neck. She sucked on his bottom lip and he inched closer to her.
Common sense finally pulled them away from each other, but Summer didn't leave before she had kissed his neck a few times and hugged him.
Seth turned from the door and walked into the living room, where his dad and Ryan were already sitting down.
"Have a seat," Sandy offered. Seth complied, eyeing him curiously. He shot Ryan a look, but his friend looked as oblivious as he was.
"Well," Sandy leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "You've both got some lucky ladies, huh?"
"Uh, can we cut to the chase Dad?"
"Okay, sure. We can do that." He paused. "So, sex."
Ryan's eyebrows shot up incredulously, and Seth let out a half-laugh, half- choke.
"Oh God."
"Now, I'm serious," Sandy persisted.
"Sorry Dad, but I think Ryan and I learned the facts a little while ago." He made to leave, but his dad motioned for him to sit down.
"Look. I know that I'm just your dad, but you two need to be careful."
Seth's head rolled back onto the chair and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"I wasn't born yesterday," Sandy continued. "I know that kids your age are having sex."
"Oh my God, please stop saying 'sex,'" Seth pleaded.
"Just remember," he said, "That it's not a requirement, and it's not like you see it on... on Dawson's Creek, or something."
"You a big Dawson's Creek fan, Ryan?" Seth asked. "Didn't think so. Dad, please."
"There ARE consequences. There are diseases, there's emotional aftermath, there's pregnancy..."
"Wait, so you mean there IS no giant stork?" Seth asked sarcastically. "Honestly..."
"Seth." His tone was loaded. "I'm not sure what's going on with either of you guys, but it's my responsibility to talk to both of you. Now listen, I just want both of you to know that you can talk to me."
"Right, got it, check, noted. Can we go now?"
"I just don't know if you and Summer should be alone in your room anymore..."
"Fine, fine." Seth just wanted to escape.
"I'm here for you guys," he repeated.
"Okay!"
"And use protection," Sandy couldn't help but add.
Seth stood up. "Wow, I never want to hear the word 'sex' again." Ryan joined him, giving Sandy a quick smile before joining Seth.
"Dude, I'm sorry. I don't know where he gets this stuff," Seth apologized.
"Don't worry about it," Ryan assured him.
"He probably thinks Summer and I are shacking it up every night or something."
"Shacking it up?" Ryan repeated, smirking.
"Shut up. You know what I mean."
Ryan sent him a silent question with his expression, and Seth sighed.
"We aren't," he said. "We've just... we haven't even talked about it. I mean..." He trailed off.
Ryan kept quiet, and Seth gave another sigh. "Atwood, talk."
"Sorry."
"Awkward silences don't even bother you, do they?" He joked.
Ryan said nothing, and Seth flopped into a chair, shaking his head.
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"Now that is a sad sight," Seth said mournfully, looking down at the burnt chicken. It was Friday night, and Summer had attempted to make him dinner at her otherwise empty house.
"Whatever. I tried," she said defensively. They poked at the food a little longer before Seth began to laugh. Summer tried to shoot him a dirty look, but soon she couldn't help but join him. Seth's smile was contagious like that.
"Fine, fine." She stood up and walked over to a cabinet. "Apple Jacks, Cheerios, or Cocoa Pebbles?"
"I'm an Apple Jacks man," he said, clearing the other dishes.
Soon they were sitting upstairs in the game room, flipping through the channels with their feet propped up.
"Oooh, Punk'd!" Summer set down the remote control. "I've been wanting to see this episode..."
Seth started at her earlobe and began kissing slowly down her neck. Very slowly.
"Cohen."
"Hmm?" He pressed his lips on her collarbone.
"I want to watch this."
"Alright. You don't have to do anything..." He continued kissing her, and Summer grabbed his chin in one hand. He gently pulled her hand away, ignoring her.
She sighed and closed her eyes for a second. Seth was suddenly at her lips.
"Resistance is futile," he whispered, and she could feel his breath on her mouth. Summer decided not to argue.
"Come on," she stood up and led him to her bedroom. "That couch is way too small."
"Wow, you really do want me," he murmured against her lips, smiling.
"Cohen?"
"Yeah?" He pulled her onto the bed, barely listening.
She pulled back a little so that she could see his face. His smile faded. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah," she nodded. "It's just... are you a virgin, Seth?" Her last words came out in a rush.
His first reaction was to laugh out loud, but knew that it probably wasn't the best choice. He toyed with her hair. "Yeah," he smiled a little.
"So am I."
Seth wasn't sure what she was getting at, so continued playing with her hair and watching her.
"Seth..." Her vulnerability was written all over her face, causing him to move even closer to her. "I'm not ready to have sex."
She seemed so hesitant and exposed. "Summer," his soft lips massaged hers for second. "Neither am I."
She smiled and leaned in for another kiss, but he pulled away. "Nope," he grinned playfully, sitting up.
"Excuse me?" She frowned at him and sat up.
"Hey, I was just reading between the lines," he said casually. "Now where are my shoes? I'd better get going..."
"I don't think so."
He made as though to stand up, and her hands were on his shoulders, trying to push him down. She fell into his lap, straddling him.
"Summer," he said, keeping a straight face. "Look. I'm not your man-whore, alright? I know that you're only human, and naturally you want to sex me up, but it's not going to happen. I'm not a piece of meat, you know."
"Sure you are," she countered, her fingertips grazing the back of his neck.
"Nuh uh."
"Uh huh."
"Nuh uh."
"Cohen?"
"Yes?"
"For the love God, shut up."
Seth felt her tongue trace his lips. "Mmm..."
"Gotcha," she murmured, tugging off his t-shirt. He felt his breath quicken as her hands roamed over his chest and back. She fell on top of him and kissed him as he fumbled hurriedly to unbutton her shirt. Soon they were entangled, feeling this insatiable need that they had to fulfill. Summer felt like she was drowning, like she couldn't breathe or think or do anything but cling to him and feel complete...
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"Seth," Summer poked him in the chest, hard. He groaned incoherently, and she frowned. "Seth!" She shook him awake and he furrowed his eyebrows, looking a little confused.
She seemed satisfied that he was awake and crawled off of the bed, bustling around. "We fell asleep," she explained. "You need to go home."
Seth practically rolled out of the bed, rubbing his eyes. "God, what time is it?"
"Five-thirty," she said in a very matter of fact tone.
That got his attention. He stood up, clad in his blue boxers and looked around. "Never thought I'd get to say this, but... Summer, where are my pants?"
She quickly tossed them his way, and he jumped into them. He managed to forget his panic for a moment when he really saw her for the first time that morning. Her hair was up in a loose ponytail, and she was wearing pajama pants and a green shirt. His green shirt.
She seemed to remember at the same time he did and sighed. "Get that goofy look off of your face, Cohen. This isn't the best situation."
Seth was thinking that maybe he could sneak in his room, or slip around to the pool house and tell his parents that he had slept there whenever his cell phone rang. They both eyed it for a minute.
"You might as well answer it," she said. He contorted his face into a worried expression.
"Hello?" He asked warily.
"Where the hell have you been?" His mom's voice pierced his ear, and he held the phone away from his ear a little bit.
"It's alright Mom, we just fell asleep watching TV..."
"It's alright? Seth, do NOT tell me anything is alright. We had no idea if you were okay, we just woke up this morning and you were nowhere to be found..."
"Mom, it was just an accident-"
"Just get home." Her words were low and dangerous, and he hung up with a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Summer hugged him goodbye at the door. His eyes were filled with misery, and she kissed his cheek. "If it helps at all," she tried, "It was nice waking up next to you."
Seth smiled weakly and kissed her forehead before skating towards his house to face the fire.
Yeah, it helped a little.
He knew that he was screwed, but the corner of his mouth couldn't help but turn up triumphantly.
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Okay, that's that! Hot action, yeah, sorry I didn't go into any great detail (if that's your cup of tea), but I decided that it wasn't my thing. Not for this story at least. Anyway, REVIEW and check out my other little piece (Dangerously Close).
I can't wait until Wednesday- seeing Summer jealous is going to be great.