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A/N: Now that that's out of the way, I know you all have probably forgotten about this fic. I didn't post last week in honor of OCFanfiction's "Angst- Free Ryan Week". Maybe if I feel nice (and get some inspiration) I'll post an extra chapter later this week.
I'm hitting a roadblock with this fic, so if you have any thoughts on where this story is going, please share!
Ch. 6
Anna is in his arms. Seth and Summer are hanging out by the pool. The drapes are closed. Ryan and Anna are together, in love, and it isn't a secret. Ryan kisses the top of Anna's, his *girlfriend's*, head. She makes the sound in the back of her throat that sounds like a cat purring.
Ryan absently strokes the side of Anna's neck. The silence is peaceful and comfortable.
"You really thought you could just leave this?" he asked. Anna's sigh is no longer contented. She pulls away and turns to face him. She crosses her legs Indian-style. Her face is serious, frustration and compassion warring in her eyes. Anna is just so hot when the little girl in her gets mixed up with her usual calm composure.
"I thought you'd already left this," Anna took his hand, a strange gesture, but so right. "You were with Teresa."
"You never told me you were leaving," Ryan told her, without attempting to explain his Teresa lapse.
"You knew. You weren't speaking to me. My best friend, pretty much the only thing that got me out of bed each morning, was not only with some other girl, but completely ignoring me," Anna wasn't angry, just sad.
"I..."
"Can't even disagree," Anna smiled briefly. "I should have said something, this wasn't your fault."
"Anna," Ryan's voice was stern, the way it was when he tried to tell someone to stop being a moron without actually saying so. It was Ryan's turn to take Anna's free hand. "We both screwed up. It doesn't matter though,"
Ryan pulled Anna's hands until their faces nearly touched. He put his arms around her and pulled her onto the bed next to him, "you're exactly where you belong."
Their lips met, in a kiss with no beginning and no end. Anna opened her eyes and smiled. She was so lucky.
She kissed Ryan's still-closed eyelids, his temple, his cheek, that place between his jaw and neck, his neck, his collar bone.
In a swift motion Ryan recaptured Anna's lips in a kiss so passionate she was left breathless.
"Ryan..." it was so good to hear his name out of the right person's mouth.
"Anna," he breathed against her forehead. Ryan rolled so that he was on top of her.
There were far too many clothes between them. In between kisses Anna managed to pull the wife-beater off of Ryan and nuzzle against strong soft skin.
In a clever trick Anna's shirt and bra came off at the same time. The young couple luxuriated in the pleasure of exploring each other's skin. Anna discovered the sensitive skin of Ryan's inner arm as he found himself fascinated by the shape of her shoulder blades.
Afterwards, Ryan marveled at the woman in his arms. They'd never lain together quite like this. Before they had always been in a hurry, the burst of passion was over and they'd had to flee the scene of their crime.
Now, bathed in golden afternoon light Ryan watched Anna play with his hand. They were working backwards, getting to really know each other now. Anna ran her fingers in between Ryan's knuckles. Ryan kissed her.
"What was that for?" She wondered.
"For being you. For being with me. For us," Ryan toyed with Anna's hair. She yawned daintily.
"This is good," Anna curled into Ryan's side and shut her eyes.
"Sleepy?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah," Anna pulled away.
"Where are you going?" Ryan was confused.
"If I'm gonna take a nap with you, I think I should probably have clothes on," Anna pointed out, kissing Ryan as she retrieved her shirt.
By the time Ryan had put his clothes on Anna was waiting for him. Again she curled into his side, and quickly fell into peaceful sleep.
Ryan gazed at Anna, sleeping so peacefully. It meant everything that she felt comfortable here, trusted him, felt safe.
There was a soft knock at the door. "Yeah?"
"It's us. Seth and Summer," Seth said outside the door.
"Come in Seth," Ryan half whispered.
"Why are we whispering?" Seth asked as he opened the door. "Oh."
"Ryan! You tired the poor girl out!" Summer chided. Ryan gave his friends a cocky half-smile.
"Actually Summer, she didn't get much sleep last night," Ryan explained.
"Mmm-hmm," Summer teased as Anna began to stir. She yawned.
"Oh!" Anna sat up. "I didn't know you guys were here."
"It seemed silly to wake you," Ryan told her. "It's just Summer and Seth."
"I know," Anna nestled into Ryan. "Still..."
"What's the big deal Anna?" Seth wondered.
"I... I'm not really comfortable sleeping in front of people," Anna shrugged, "it's silly."
"It isn't," Ryan insisted, giving Summer the distinct impression that he and Anna had been over this before. "It makes you feel vulnerable."
"I didn't know that," Seth was beginning to see that there was a lot about Anna that he didn't know, things a best-friend/ex-boyfriend really ought to know. Anna smiled at him,
"The things I forgot to mention..."
A/N: Now that that's out of the way, I know you all have probably forgotten about this fic. I didn't post last week in honor of OCFanfiction's "Angst- Free Ryan Week". Maybe if I feel nice (and get some inspiration) I'll post an extra chapter later this week.
I'm hitting a roadblock with this fic, so if you have any thoughts on where this story is going, please share!
Ch. 6
Anna is in his arms. Seth and Summer are hanging out by the pool. The drapes are closed. Ryan and Anna are together, in love, and it isn't a secret. Ryan kisses the top of Anna's, his *girlfriend's*, head. She makes the sound in the back of her throat that sounds like a cat purring.
Ryan absently strokes the side of Anna's neck. The silence is peaceful and comfortable.
"You really thought you could just leave this?" he asked. Anna's sigh is no longer contented. She pulls away and turns to face him. She crosses her legs Indian-style. Her face is serious, frustration and compassion warring in her eyes. Anna is just so hot when the little girl in her gets mixed up with her usual calm composure.
"I thought you'd already left this," Anna took his hand, a strange gesture, but so right. "You were with Teresa."
"You never told me you were leaving," Ryan told her, without attempting to explain his Teresa lapse.
"You knew. You weren't speaking to me. My best friend, pretty much the only thing that got me out of bed each morning, was not only with some other girl, but completely ignoring me," Anna wasn't angry, just sad.
"I..."
"Can't even disagree," Anna smiled briefly. "I should have said something, this wasn't your fault."
"Anna," Ryan's voice was stern, the way it was when he tried to tell someone to stop being a moron without actually saying so. It was Ryan's turn to take Anna's free hand. "We both screwed up. It doesn't matter though,"
Ryan pulled Anna's hands until their faces nearly touched. He put his arms around her and pulled her onto the bed next to him, "you're exactly where you belong."
Their lips met, in a kiss with no beginning and no end. Anna opened her eyes and smiled. She was so lucky.
She kissed Ryan's still-closed eyelids, his temple, his cheek, that place between his jaw and neck, his neck, his collar bone.
In a swift motion Ryan recaptured Anna's lips in a kiss so passionate she was left breathless.
"Ryan..." it was so good to hear his name out of the right person's mouth.
"Anna," he breathed against her forehead. Ryan rolled so that he was on top of her.
There were far too many clothes between them. In between kisses Anna managed to pull the wife-beater off of Ryan and nuzzle against strong soft skin.
In a clever trick Anna's shirt and bra came off at the same time. The young couple luxuriated in the pleasure of exploring each other's skin. Anna discovered the sensitive skin of Ryan's inner arm as he found himself fascinated by the shape of her shoulder blades.
Afterwards, Ryan marveled at the woman in his arms. They'd never lain together quite like this. Before they had always been in a hurry, the burst of passion was over and they'd had to flee the scene of their crime.
Now, bathed in golden afternoon light Ryan watched Anna play with his hand. They were working backwards, getting to really know each other now. Anna ran her fingers in between Ryan's knuckles. Ryan kissed her.
"What was that for?" She wondered.
"For being you. For being with me. For us," Ryan toyed with Anna's hair. She yawned daintily.
"This is good," Anna curled into Ryan's side and shut her eyes.
"Sleepy?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah," Anna pulled away.
"Where are you going?" Ryan was confused.
"If I'm gonna take a nap with you, I think I should probably have clothes on," Anna pointed out, kissing Ryan as she retrieved her shirt.
By the time Ryan had put his clothes on Anna was waiting for him. Again she curled into his side, and quickly fell into peaceful sleep.
Ryan gazed at Anna, sleeping so peacefully. It meant everything that she felt comfortable here, trusted him, felt safe.
There was a soft knock at the door. "Yeah?"
"It's us. Seth and Summer," Seth said outside the door.
"Come in Seth," Ryan half whispered.
"Why are we whispering?" Seth asked as he opened the door. "Oh."
"Ryan! You tired the poor girl out!" Summer chided. Ryan gave his friends a cocky half-smile.
"Actually Summer, she didn't get much sleep last night," Ryan explained.
"Mmm-hmm," Summer teased as Anna began to stir. She yawned.
"Oh!" Anna sat up. "I didn't know you guys were here."
"It seemed silly to wake you," Ryan told her. "It's just Summer and Seth."
"I know," Anna nestled into Ryan. "Still..."
"What's the big deal Anna?" Seth wondered.
"I... I'm not really comfortable sleeping in front of people," Anna shrugged, "it's silly."
"It isn't," Ryan insisted, giving Summer the distinct impression that he and Anna had been over this before. "It makes you feel vulnerable."
"I didn't know that," Seth was beginning to see that there was a lot about Anna that he didn't know, things a best-friend/ex-boyfriend really ought to know. Anna smiled at him,
"The things I forgot to mention..."