Fire Bad, Tree Pretty (4/15: It's Aliiiive!)
Angelus angelus1317@hotmail.com
See first chapter for disclaimer, etc.
Author's Notes: Short again, but much more happening. This story will pick up the pace soon, I promise. Hold out for chapter seven - that's when the real action starts. But until then, more drunken adventures to come.
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Seth was incredibly disappointed when he woke up alone. A quick glance at his clock showed that he had only been asleep for about two hours, yet Summer was still gone. He climbed out of bed, wobbling slightly. Yep - still drunk. He picked his way around Ryan and Marissa and headed downstairs.
There she was, in the kitchen. And...was she wearing his robe? Summer turned around as she heard him enter. Why, yes indeed. And little else under it.
"Whatcha doin'?" Seth asked. Summer handed him a Jell-O shot in response, one of a few that Ryan had started making before the impromptu pillow fight had started. Seth looked at it. It was blue and squirmy and...not something he felt like drinking. But she was watching him expectantly, so he plugged his nose and threw it back. When he had safely swallowed, he grimaced. "That's nasty," he complained. Summer broke out in a grin.
"I know," she said. He leaned back against the island and held out his arms, gesturing at her. She snuggled up against him, sighing as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She leaned back to look at him.
"Are you still drunk?" she asked. He nodded. "Me, too." He peered at her intently, and it was as if those were the magic words, because that was when their lips met.
Seth wasn't stupid. Even intoxicated, he knew what Summer's question meant. It meant that being drunk was a shield for her to hide behind. It meant that tomorrow, she could pretend that this had meant nothing, if she even remembered it at all. Hell, he might not even remember. But that was okay with him. If it meant that he got to be with her, even for such a short time, it was time well spent and well worth it.
Her kisses were insistent, yet not as careless as before. They quickly slowed, however, as Seth slid his hands inside the robe she had "borrowed". Skin - lots of it. His fingers roved freely, only to discover that she wore only underwear under the robe. Seth groaned. Was she trying to drive him crazy on purpose? He laughed inwardly then at the ridiculousness of that question. This was Summer Roberts they were talking about here. Of *course* she was doing it on purpose!
Summer nipped playfully at Seth's lips, and he jabbed his tongue into her mouth, dragging her forward. He felt like he would never get enough of her. His mind was spinning and his heart was racing and he wasn't sure whether it was from the alcohol or her. Not that it mattered. He was still kissing her. Well, for a few more seconds at least, because all of the sudden, she pulled away as if she had been burnt.
"Wha - what's wrong?" he asked.
"Upstairs," she commanded. Never one to resist Summer Roberts, Seth let her lead him back up to his bedroom. As soon as they were in his bed, she began kissing him in earnest once again. Their hands got even more adventurous, and Seth's fingers were at the knot of her robe when they heard Ryan let out a snort from the floor.
"Yeah, as drunk as I am, I'm not doing this with them there," Seth declared. Summer nodded, her eyes drooping closed. She continued to kiss him, even as she was falling asleep, and he kissed her right back. When he felt her lips still, he sighed. If only he never had to move from this position ever again.
Angelus angelus1317@hotmail.com
See first chapter for disclaimer, etc.
Author's Notes: Short again, but much more happening. This story will pick up the pace soon, I promise. Hold out for chapter seven - that's when the real action starts. But until then, more drunken adventures to come.
~*~
Seth was incredibly disappointed when he woke up alone. A quick glance at his clock showed that he had only been asleep for about two hours, yet Summer was still gone. He climbed out of bed, wobbling slightly. Yep - still drunk. He picked his way around Ryan and Marissa and headed downstairs.
There she was, in the kitchen. And...was she wearing his robe? Summer turned around as she heard him enter. Why, yes indeed. And little else under it.
"Whatcha doin'?" Seth asked. Summer handed him a Jell-O shot in response, one of a few that Ryan had started making before the impromptu pillow fight had started. Seth looked at it. It was blue and squirmy and...not something he felt like drinking. But she was watching him expectantly, so he plugged his nose and threw it back. When he had safely swallowed, he grimaced. "That's nasty," he complained. Summer broke out in a grin.
"I know," she said. He leaned back against the island and held out his arms, gesturing at her. She snuggled up against him, sighing as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She leaned back to look at him.
"Are you still drunk?" she asked. He nodded. "Me, too." He peered at her intently, and it was as if those were the magic words, because that was when their lips met.
Seth wasn't stupid. Even intoxicated, he knew what Summer's question meant. It meant that being drunk was a shield for her to hide behind. It meant that tomorrow, she could pretend that this had meant nothing, if she even remembered it at all. Hell, he might not even remember. But that was okay with him. If it meant that he got to be with her, even for such a short time, it was time well spent and well worth it.
Her kisses were insistent, yet not as careless as before. They quickly slowed, however, as Seth slid his hands inside the robe she had "borrowed". Skin - lots of it. His fingers roved freely, only to discover that she wore only underwear under the robe. Seth groaned. Was she trying to drive him crazy on purpose? He laughed inwardly then at the ridiculousness of that question. This was Summer Roberts they were talking about here. Of *course* she was doing it on purpose!
Summer nipped playfully at Seth's lips, and he jabbed his tongue into her mouth, dragging her forward. He felt like he would never get enough of her. His mind was spinning and his heart was racing and he wasn't sure whether it was from the alcohol or her. Not that it mattered. He was still kissing her. Well, for a few more seconds at least, because all of the sudden, she pulled away as if she had been burnt.
"Wha - what's wrong?" he asked.
"Upstairs," she commanded. Never one to resist Summer Roberts, Seth let her lead him back up to his bedroom. As soon as they were in his bed, she began kissing him in earnest once again. Their hands got even more adventurous, and Seth's fingers were at the knot of her robe when they heard Ryan let out a snort from the floor.
"Yeah, as drunk as I am, I'm not doing this with them there," Seth declared. Summer nodded, her eyes drooping closed. She continued to kiss him, even as she was falling asleep, and he kissed her right back. When he felt her lips still, he sighed. If only he never had to move from this position ever again.