Fire Bad, Tree Pretty (6/15: Syzygy)
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See first chapter for disclaimer, etc.
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It was cliche at this point - four teenagers crowded into a hot tub, girls in the skimpiest bikinis known to man, alcohol all around, parents out of town. That didn't stop them from making the most of it, however. Seth and Summer sat on one side of the tub, her feet in his lap, directly across from Ryan and Marissa, who were snuggled against each other. Ryan and Seth's faces were slightly red, and their speech was louder and less coherent than usual. Marissa and Summer, meanwhile, just couldn't stop themselves from giggling. One would assume that this was all the cause of the beer, but then one would be wrong. Well, half wrong, at least. Ryan and Seth were, indeed, drunk, and heading towards plastered with each passing second. Summer and Marissa, however, were perfectly sober.
They had concocted this scheme this morning, claiming that they needed some 'girl time'. They guys, oblivious to all, had nodded complacently, continuing to pass the Tequila back and forth as they returned to their video game. Down in the kitchen, Marissa and Summer had schemed and plotted and had come up with the ultimate revenge. That would come into play later this evening. For now, however, they were concerned with getting the boys completely smashed - even more so than last night. They had divided the beer in the fridge in half - a case for them and a case for the boys. Their case, however, they had opened and poured down the drain of the Cohen's sink, then had proceeded to refill every bottle with apple juice they had found in the freezer. It was a true sign of the fact that they had both grown up with money coming out of their asses that they were willing to waste that much beer. But, this *was* Newport, and people around here had definitely wasted their money on crazier things. It was also a truly an ingenious plan, if they did say so themselves. They giggled and tripped over their words and drank bottle after bottle and Seth and Ryan thought they were just as drunk as they were. It wasn't even that hard to keep up the act - just the thought of what they had in store for later, and the realization that they were truly going to get away with it, had them on a natural high, and they couldn't have stopped giggling if they had wanted to. As for Ryan and Seth...well, they were getting to the point where they wouldn't have even noticed the difference.
"We're outta stuff," Ryan slurred, spinning an empty bottle on his finger. Marissa glanced around as Summer chugged the last of the lukewarm apple juice from her bottle. Sure enough, they were all empty.
"What now?" Seth whined, swaying slightly to the side. God, he was already on the verge of passing out - they'd better watch him.
"I think it's time for some screwdrivers," Summer suggested. "And getting out of the pool - it's getting cold."
"Ryan and I will go make some," Marissa volunteered. "And we'll bring you guys your clothes and towels when we're done."
"Coop, you're an angel," Summer gushed, winking as her best friend hopped out, shivering, and ran towards the house, Ryan trailing after her like an obedient puppy dog. Sure, it seemed like a sweet thing to do, but that wasn't why Marissa was offering - it was because the less guys there were in the kitchen, the less likely one of them was to realize that the girls would be having water with their orange juice instead of vodka. A light went on inside the house as Summer watched, and she began to feel a chill, so she snuggled closer to Seth.
"This sucks," he complained. God, did he ever turn into a brat when he was drunk. "All we're doing is sitting and drinking. *This* is what all you 'popular people' do in your spare time?" Summer was surprised he could manage that coherent of a thought in his currently inebriated state, let alone one so on the ball. But, then again, this was Seth.
"I guess so," she admitted. He looked at her, but his pupils twitched, unable to quite keep their focus.
"Why?" he asked. Summer shrugged. Damn him for being so perceptive all the time.
"I don't really know," she murmured. "Lack of anything better to do, I guess. It seems like a good idea at the time."
"We should play more bore games," Seth suggested, letting his head drop to her shoulder. Summer grinned.
"You mean board games?" she asked. He nodded several times.
"Like Clue," he said. "I'm always Detective White."
"Everyone's a detective," Summer pointed out. "Miss White is one of the suspects. Like Professor Plum."
"Plum, plum," Seth agreed. "Or Miss Scarlet. I always thought she was hot. Because she looked like you. Only her hair was shorter." His head lolled back and his eyes drifted closed and Summer whipped her head around in surprise. How did he do that? How did he sit there and say all the right things, without even meaning to?
This was *so* messed up, she thought. Yet from the moment she had agreed to stay over here this weekend, she had known that it was going to come down to this - to deciding once and for all how she felt about Seth Cohen. And now here he was, complimenting her even drunk off his ass and looking quite nice in his swimming trunks and the moon making the clear California night seem so beautiful and romantic and Summer was struck with the intense urge to kiss him. His lips looked warm and soft and inviting and he was just sitting there all innocent-looking, with his eyes closed and his fingers fidgeting and dear god what the hell was wrong with her? Summer gave her head a good shake and glanced back over at Seth, still oblivious to the one-sided argument she was having with herself. But Summer was anything if not persuasive, and within thirty seconds, she was crawling towards Seth, a predatory gleam in her eye.
"Where the hell are Ryan and Marissa?" Seth muttered to himself, eyes still closed.
"Shhh," Summer instructed, holding a finger to his lips. His eyes flew open as she straddled his lap, anchoring herself to him. He had a slightly panicked, deer-in-the-headlights look, and Summer smiled as she brought her lips down to his.
She didn't know if Seth had ever been kissed like this before, but he was damn good at it. After a moment of initial shock, he responded, holding her face steady as his tongue probed hers. Summer felt herself melt against him and, in that instant, knew that this was right. The realization only made her kiss him back even more intensely, her legs tightening around his waist. If Seth had been sloppily drunk before, it had all disappeared the minute they first kissed. Or, maybe, the alcohol was just doing something else to him, because all of the sudden, he was filled with a surge of confidence, his tongue swirling with hers as if he were an expert, his hands roaming like they had never quite dared to do before. Summer liked it. She thrust against him, only to find that his lower regions were rock-hard. Oh, god. She knew she shouldn't. She *really* shouldn't. But at this moment, with his arms around her and his teeth tugging at her bottom lip, she honestly didn't know if she would be able to stop herself. She was hanging on by a thread when he ripped his mouth away from hers and traced a path down her neck with soft butterfly kisses, pausing at the junction of her neck and her collarbone to sip lightly. In that instant, Summer threw caution to the wind. She wanted this. Her hands skimmed across his chest, flicking lightly against his hardened nipples, then roaming lower, to trace the waistband of his swimsuit.
"Summer!" Marissa called sharply. Summer ripped herself away from Seth immediately to see her best friend standing on the deck of the hot tub, dangling clothes and two towels in her hands, an unreadable expression on her face. Sheepishly, she climbed out, not looking back at Seth. The fact that she had been so ready and willing scared her. Contrary to popular belief, Summer was far from being a whore - it generally took quite alot to convince her that it would be worth it to sleep with someone. Yet here she was, come undone from nothing but a simple kiss. It meant something, the fact that Seth Cohen was the one that could make her feel this way, but she wasn't sure yet what.
Summer heard him step out of the pool behind her. Without a word, they dried themselves off and pulled clothes on over their suits as Marissa strode back across the lawn to the main house, all the while standing back to back. When she was all done, Summer turned around slowly, pushing the hair out of her eyes, and snuck a peek at Seth. He was just standing there, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other and fidgeting incessantly. She sent him a tentative smile.
Seth stopped fidgeting.
Angelus angelus1317@hotmail.com
See first chapter for disclaimer, etc.
~*~
It was cliche at this point - four teenagers crowded into a hot tub, girls in the skimpiest bikinis known to man, alcohol all around, parents out of town. That didn't stop them from making the most of it, however. Seth and Summer sat on one side of the tub, her feet in his lap, directly across from Ryan and Marissa, who were snuggled against each other. Ryan and Seth's faces were slightly red, and their speech was louder and less coherent than usual. Marissa and Summer, meanwhile, just couldn't stop themselves from giggling. One would assume that this was all the cause of the beer, but then one would be wrong. Well, half wrong, at least. Ryan and Seth were, indeed, drunk, and heading towards plastered with each passing second. Summer and Marissa, however, were perfectly sober.
They had concocted this scheme this morning, claiming that they needed some 'girl time'. They guys, oblivious to all, had nodded complacently, continuing to pass the Tequila back and forth as they returned to their video game. Down in the kitchen, Marissa and Summer had schemed and plotted and had come up with the ultimate revenge. That would come into play later this evening. For now, however, they were concerned with getting the boys completely smashed - even more so than last night. They had divided the beer in the fridge in half - a case for them and a case for the boys. Their case, however, they had opened and poured down the drain of the Cohen's sink, then had proceeded to refill every bottle with apple juice they had found in the freezer. It was a true sign of the fact that they had both grown up with money coming out of their asses that they were willing to waste that much beer. But, this *was* Newport, and people around here had definitely wasted their money on crazier things. It was also a truly an ingenious plan, if they did say so themselves. They giggled and tripped over their words and drank bottle after bottle and Seth and Ryan thought they were just as drunk as they were. It wasn't even that hard to keep up the act - just the thought of what they had in store for later, and the realization that they were truly going to get away with it, had them on a natural high, and they couldn't have stopped giggling if they had wanted to. As for Ryan and Seth...well, they were getting to the point where they wouldn't have even noticed the difference.
"We're outta stuff," Ryan slurred, spinning an empty bottle on his finger. Marissa glanced around as Summer chugged the last of the lukewarm apple juice from her bottle. Sure enough, they were all empty.
"What now?" Seth whined, swaying slightly to the side. God, he was already on the verge of passing out - they'd better watch him.
"I think it's time for some screwdrivers," Summer suggested. "And getting out of the pool - it's getting cold."
"Ryan and I will go make some," Marissa volunteered. "And we'll bring you guys your clothes and towels when we're done."
"Coop, you're an angel," Summer gushed, winking as her best friend hopped out, shivering, and ran towards the house, Ryan trailing after her like an obedient puppy dog. Sure, it seemed like a sweet thing to do, but that wasn't why Marissa was offering - it was because the less guys there were in the kitchen, the less likely one of them was to realize that the girls would be having water with their orange juice instead of vodka. A light went on inside the house as Summer watched, and she began to feel a chill, so she snuggled closer to Seth.
"This sucks," he complained. God, did he ever turn into a brat when he was drunk. "All we're doing is sitting and drinking. *This* is what all you 'popular people' do in your spare time?" Summer was surprised he could manage that coherent of a thought in his currently inebriated state, let alone one so on the ball. But, then again, this was Seth.
"I guess so," she admitted. He looked at her, but his pupils twitched, unable to quite keep their focus.
"Why?" he asked. Summer shrugged. Damn him for being so perceptive all the time.
"I don't really know," she murmured. "Lack of anything better to do, I guess. It seems like a good idea at the time."
"We should play more bore games," Seth suggested, letting his head drop to her shoulder. Summer grinned.
"You mean board games?" she asked. He nodded several times.
"Like Clue," he said. "I'm always Detective White."
"Everyone's a detective," Summer pointed out. "Miss White is one of the suspects. Like Professor Plum."
"Plum, plum," Seth agreed. "Or Miss Scarlet. I always thought she was hot. Because she looked like you. Only her hair was shorter." His head lolled back and his eyes drifted closed and Summer whipped her head around in surprise. How did he do that? How did he sit there and say all the right things, without even meaning to?
This was *so* messed up, she thought. Yet from the moment she had agreed to stay over here this weekend, she had known that it was going to come down to this - to deciding once and for all how she felt about Seth Cohen. And now here he was, complimenting her even drunk off his ass and looking quite nice in his swimming trunks and the moon making the clear California night seem so beautiful and romantic and Summer was struck with the intense urge to kiss him. His lips looked warm and soft and inviting and he was just sitting there all innocent-looking, with his eyes closed and his fingers fidgeting and dear god what the hell was wrong with her? Summer gave her head a good shake and glanced back over at Seth, still oblivious to the one-sided argument she was having with herself. But Summer was anything if not persuasive, and within thirty seconds, she was crawling towards Seth, a predatory gleam in her eye.
"Where the hell are Ryan and Marissa?" Seth muttered to himself, eyes still closed.
"Shhh," Summer instructed, holding a finger to his lips. His eyes flew open as she straddled his lap, anchoring herself to him. He had a slightly panicked, deer-in-the-headlights look, and Summer smiled as she brought her lips down to his.
She didn't know if Seth had ever been kissed like this before, but he was damn good at it. After a moment of initial shock, he responded, holding her face steady as his tongue probed hers. Summer felt herself melt against him and, in that instant, knew that this was right. The realization only made her kiss him back even more intensely, her legs tightening around his waist. If Seth had been sloppily drunk before, it had all disappeared the minute they first kissed. Or, maybe, the alcohol was just doing something else to him, because all of the sudden, he was filled with a surge of confidence, his tongue swirling with hers as if he were an expert, his hands roaming like they had never quite dared to do before. Summer liked it. She thrust against him, only to find that his lower regions were rock-hard. Oh, god. She knew she shouldn't. She *really* shouldn't. But at this moment, with his arms around her and his teeth tugging at her bottom lip, she honestly didn't know if she would be able to stop herself. She was hanging on by a thread when he ripped his mouth away from hers and traced a path down her neck with soft butterfly kisses, pausing at the junction of her neck and her collarbone to sip lightly. In that instant, Summer threw caution to the wind. She wanted this. Her hands skimmed across his chest, flicking lightly against his hardened nipples, then roaming lower, to trace the waistband of his swimsuit.
"Summer!" Marissa called sharply. Summer ripped herself away from Seth immediately to see her best friend standing on the deck of the hot tub, dangling clothes and two towels in her hands, an unreadable expression on her face. Sheepishly, she climbed out, not looking back at Seth. The fact that she had been so ready and willing scared her. Contrary to popular belief, Summer was far from being a whore - it generally took quite alot to convince her that it would be worth it to sleep with someone. Yet here she was, come undone from nothing but a simple kiss. It meant something, the fact that Seth Cohen was the one that could make her feel this way, but she wasn't sure yet what.
Summer heard him step out of the pool behind her. Without a word, they dried themselves off and pulled clothes on over their suits as Marissa strode back across the lawn to the main house, all the while standing back to back. When she was all done, Summer turned around slowly, pushing the hair out of her eyes, and snuck a peek at Seth. He was just standing there, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other and fidgeting incessantly. She sent him a tentative smile.
Seth stopped fidgeting.