Rating: R for mature situations
Disclaimer: I do not own the OC, but I will ask Josh Schwartz if we can work out a deal when I meet him. J/k--I'll be too busy drooling over Adam.
Note: My computer decided to behave, so I didn't need to get it fixed. So here is another chapter. Also, I may be posting a new story up either this weekend, or next week--keep an eye out for it. It's called Lady in Red. Thanks and keep the reviews coming! Oh, and we're going to pretend that Seth's boat is actually bigger than it is on the show for this chapter.
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Chapter 10: Crash
So Summer didn't win queen. Big deal. The night was still more fun than she had had in a long time. Seth was driving her home after they'd already ditched Ryan and Marissa to do whatever it was that they were going to do. Now she had Seth all to herself. Now they were alone. She scooted over and started kissing his neck, moving up to his ear.
"Summer, do you want me to crash this car or something?" No answer, just more fervent kissing. "I'll take that as a yes. And while I appreciate the efforts, I'd really like to focus on the road. And an unfocused driver equals bad."
"You know what else is bad?" she purred.
"Umm, I don't think I really…it's not a good time."
"This is bad…" she took one hand off the steering wheel and ran it along the side of her body, letting it linger on her bare skin at the sides of her waist.
"Oh god. I think that's actually good." He removed his hand and proceeded to drive more quickly to her house.
"Cohen, what are you doing?"
"I'm trying to get to your house as fast as I can, so that we can continue this, there."
"I don't want to go back to my house."
"What?" His face openly showed disappointment. He pulled over to the side of the road.
"I mean, I want to go somewhere else, somewhere special. My house is not that place. Take me somewhere special to you." He looked at her blankly, but then brightened. He knew where they could go.
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He had never shown it to her, but he felt that it was the right time for his lady and her namesake, his other lady should meet.
"Summer, this is my boat."
"The one you named after me?" He looked at the ground, embarrassed that she still remembered. It was cute, freakily stalkerish, but cute nonetheless. He grabbed her hand and led her aboard the deck.
"It's such a beautiful night tonight. You can see all the stars and everything." He put his arms around her and looked at every inch of her, memorizing the exact moments she took breaths. He wanted to remember everything. She gazed upwards at the stars and leaned on him, shivering a little bit. "Are you cold?"
"Kind of, but it's fine."
"No, no, I'll get some blankets from the cabin." He appeared minutes later, with a bunch of blankets in hand. He had also turned on a mixed cd, made for occasions when he was with a lady. Seth had never used it, but he was glad it was getting christened with Summer. Soft tinkling could be heard flowing from the stereo. He slowly spread a few out on the deck and motioned for her to come and sit on them. He wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, lightly brushing his fingers across her collarbone. Summer's eyes were closed. All she wanted to do was feel. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, again and again. He let his fingers dance through her hair. She began to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped her.
"Summer, we don't have to do this."
"Why, you don't want to?" She looked sincerely hurt; that was something Seth had never seen before.
"No, I want to, but I don't want you to feel like you have to do this. I mean, I've liked you for a really long time, but I don't want that to be the deciding--"
She smiled and placed a finger on his lips. She finished unbuttoning the rest of the shirt and tossed it aside gently, as to not throw it into the water. It was now his turn to shiver, so she pulled him on top of her, lying down on top of the blankets. He wasn't really sure how to go about things, as he was not as experienced as she was. He just wanted her to be comfortable. Summer rolled him over, so that she straddled him. She loved his innocence. She loved the way he glanced up at her expectantly and the way he gave her questioning looks when he didn't know what to do. Most other guys didn't even look at her when they were in this situation.
She led his hands to her back, where he undid the zipper to her very expensive dress. Helping her out of it, he shifted so that he could throw it into the cabin. And there she was. Perfect and delicate, her bronze skin begged to be touched. He didn't mean to stare, but she was so beautiful.
"You are so perfect Summer. I think I'm the luckiest boy in the world. You're so beautiful, do you know that? How did a guy like me end up with you?"
She kissed his bare chest, not even trying to shush him this time. For some reason, his rambling put her at ease. "Seth, you don't have to question anything. I want you." Her voice was soft and smooth. He pulled her to him and started kissing her. They removed the rest of their clothing and he started kissing her everywhere. He took snapshots in his brain. Every time her body arched, every time she sighed with pleasure. The way she half whispered, half growled his name as she was nearing the edge. He made sure no part of her was left untouched. She was so shocked that anything could feel this good. She loved the way he paid utmost attention to her needs. How he looked into her eyes and made her feel like she was important. He made her laugh, in that way that only serious lovers do when they are in a state of ecstasy.
You've got your ball
You've got your chain
Tied to me tight, tie me up again
Who's got their claws
In you my friend
Into your heart I'll beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
And sweet you roll
Lost for you I'm so lost for you
You come crash into me
And I come into you,
I come into you
In a boys dream
In a boys dream
Touch your lips just so I know
In your eyes, love, it glows so
I'm bare-boned and crazy for you
When you come crash
Into me, baby
And I come into you
In a boys dream
In a boys dream
If I've gone overboard
Then I'm begging you
To forgive me
In my haste
When I'm holding you so girl...
Close to me
Oh and you come crash
Into me, baby
And I come into you
Hike up your skirt a little more
And show the world to me
Hike up your skirt a little more
And show your world to me
In a boys dream... In a boys dream
Oh I watch you there
Through the window
And I stare at you
You wear nothing but you
Wear it so well
Tied up and twisted,
The way I'd like to be
For you, for me, come crash
Into me
Seth was dizzy with emotion. He held her tightly against his chest, wrapping a blanket around them both. She was sleeping peacefully on top of him. Where she belonged. He whispered, barely audible, "I love you, Summer."
But she did hear. And a tear slid down her cheek. These were not tears of happiness. These were tears of complete and utter sadness because she knew she could not be woman he needed her to be. She just was not a good person like he thought she was. The tears kept falling into her hair. She had never cried for a boy, especially not a boy like Seth Cohen. And unfortunately, this was not the last time he would make her cry.
Crash Into Me by Dave Matthews Band