Author's Note: hey ! i'm glad most of you are liking it so far. this is my
first fanfic ever so i'm so thrilled at the positive reviews! thanks so
much. this is going to be quite a story. i'm not actually not sure yet if
its going to end r/t... personally, i really like theresa tho... so i'll figure
it out when I get there...
"Hey guys, guess what?" Sandy Cohen asks of his family as they sit comfortably absorbing the golden hues of the summer sun. Kirsten's still in her office clothes, as she sits on the edge of a lounge chair talking to her teenage son, who wades in the cool water of their pool.
"What's going on Sandy?" Kirsten turns to her husband, gently brushing back the golden tendrils of her hair. Seth, maintains his position in the pool, refusing to turn to his father. The two have not been on good terms ever since Seth returned from his impromptu trip to Ecuador. Though he still claimed that taking that trip was absolutely necessary, both his parents and his now ex-girlfriend, Summer, proclaimed that he had been completely self-centered and self-absorbed... as usual. A doting mother welcomed him with open arms and comforting hugs when a tanner, fatter, more Spanish- speaking Seth returned to the Cohen home. While Sandy, though relieved, was still quite angry with his boy's disappearance. "I taught you to be a man, Seth." And Seth had disappointed him.
Seth glares at his father for the millionth time today, in a cheap imitation of the look Ryan had perfected. The look that said "don't bother me, don't mess with me, believe me, you don't want that". Ryan has the patent on that look, but Seth, with the internal anger at his father and the lonesome days alone with no one but Captain Oats to talk to, is getting better and better at this look.
"Ryan and Theresa are coming to dinner."
"What?!" Seth exclaims, nearly jumping out of the water. A brief wave of worry passes through his eyes, but soon a wide smile finds itself on his face. Yes! His brother is returning. Before Ryan came along, he was an insignificant teenage boy with the heart and interests of a ten-year-old. Now, Ryan was coming home and he would finally be able to feel a little older again.
"Yes, son." Sandy says, dully. It has been quite a day for him, first with Ryan's call and then with the realization that Ryan may be coming home. "It was Ryan I visited the other day. He didn't want me to tell you. But he and Theresa are coming over for dinner tonight and they have some important to tell us."
But Seth didn't hear him. The teenage boy mind races with the millions of things he has to tell his estranged brother. From Ecuadorian women to the dull days of Newport and the horrific day that Summer dumped him- Seth was overjoyed that Ryan was coming home.
XXX
Theresa lays curled up in her bed, her arms are wrapped around her tanned body and her legs are nestled comfortably beneath a single sheet. She blinks her eyes open and realizes that she is naked. Carefully twisting to face the other direction, body now presses up against Ryan's. Images begin to flash in her mind- the raw, passionate sex they just had. The one last sad physical connection between the two of them. Oh God. Ryan. We just had our goodbye sex. She turns away again, and closes her eyes forcefully. Willingly, fatigue takes over her body and she drifts off to sleep.
An hour of so later, Ryan wakes up feeling quite exhausted- physically and emotionally. He had said little to Theresa this past month, careful not to burden her with his own worries about the baby and their relationship. He was not a man of words, but actions. Past encounters with fists and bruises were a testament to his forceful physical nature. He punched walls when angry, he beat up his bed when he was sad- but this, this was a different approach to his physical way of letting out his emotions.
He had pumped every last ounce of his grief and sadness and confusion into his gratifying sex with Theresa. When he had moaned, it had been a mixture of pleasure and pain. A release of everything he had kept pent up inside of him for so long. Ever since he had broken up with Marissa, he kept it all in. This- this was how he let it all out. Raw, wild, uninhibited sex. But in his heart he knew this was even more than that. This was goodbye. This was his and Theresa's last hurrah. At least, that's how she had explained it to him.
Without a kiss or any amorous affection, he shakes her into consciousness and tells her to get ready. They have dinner with the Cohens soon. They needed to get ready. Ryan climbs into his favorite pair of dark jeans and searches around for a nice shirt. All the while, his eyes continuously glance at Theresa's form. Her blazing long dark hair, the delicious curve of her hip, the silky contour of her breasts. She looks up shyly catching his eye and her eyes travel away immediately.
Finally, Ryan is fully dressed and Theresa though in a simple dress, looked stunning. However, she is still on all fours searching for her favorite pair of sandals. Joining her in the search for the shoes, Ryan opens random closets and tears through their contents. In the hallway across their room, he opens the door to an extra closet, one that he had never even paid attention to before. Inside lay a suitcase, Theresa's suitcase. It was fully packed.
XXX
"What time are they coming?" Kirsten asks Sandy for the thousandth time. She crosses and uncrosses her legs again. Her fingers embrace a half-full wine glass and her lips caress the edge for yet another sip. She is nervous. She wonders what Theresa looks like pregnant. Her memory crawls back to the time when Seth still lay peacefully inside her. The happy glow of pregnancy, the days of thinking of baby names- to lose it all. She doesn't know what to say to Theresa. Four loud knocks echo through the room before Sandy has a chance to reply. They're here. Kirsten abandons her wine glass on the table and saunters to the front door to open it.
Ryan and Theresa stare into the room. For a moment no one says anything. It's obvious they've both been crying.
"Hey guys, guess what?" Sandy Cohen asks of his family as they sit comfortably absorbing the golden hues of the summer sun. Kirsten's still in her office clothes, as she sits on the edge of a lounge chair talking to her teenage son, who wades in the cool water of their pool.
"What's going on Sandy?" Kirsten turns to her husband, gently brushing back the golden tendrils of her hair. Seth, maintains his position in the pool, refusing to turn to his father. The two have not been on good terms ever since Seth returned from his impromptu trip to Ecuador. Though he still claimed that taking that trip was absolutely necessary, both his parents and his now ex-girlfriend, Summer, proclaimed that he had been completely self-centered and self-absorbed... as usual. A doting mother welcomed him with open arms and comforting hugs when a tanner, fatter, more Spanish- speaking Seth returned to the Cohen home. While Sandy, though relieved, was still quite angry with his boy's disappearance. "I taught you to be a man, Seth." And Seth had disappointed him.
Seth glares at his father for the millionth time today, in a cheap imitation of the look Ryan had perfected. The look that said "don't bother me, don't mess with me, believe me, you don't want that". Ryan has the patent on that look, but Seth, with the internal anger at his father and the lonesome days alone with no one but Captain Oats to talk to, is getting better and better at this look.
"Ryan and Theresa are coming to dinner."
"What?!" Seth exclaims, nearly jumping out of the water. A brief wave of worry passes through his eyes, but soon a wide smile finds itself on his face. Yes! His brother is returning. Before Ryan came along, he was an insignificant teenage boy with the heart and interests of a ten-year-old. Now, Ryan was coming home and he would finally be able to feel a little older again.
"Yes, son." Sandy says, dully. It has been quite a day for him, first with Ryan's call and then with the realization that Ryan may be coming home. "It was Ryan I visited the other day. He didn't want me to tell you. But he and Theresa are coming over for dinner tonight and they have some important to tell us."
But Seth didn't hear him. The teenage boy mind races with the millions of things he has to tell his estranged brother. From Ecuadorian women to the dull days of Newport and the horrific day that Summer dumped him- Seth was overjoyed that Ryan was coming home.
XXX
Theresa lays curled up in her bed, her arms are wrapped around her tanned body and her legs are nestled comfortably beneath a single sheet. She blinks her eyes open and realizes that she is naked. Carefully twisting to face the other direction, body now presses up against Ryan's. Images begin to flash in her mind- the raw, passionate sex they just had. The one last sad physical connection between the two of them. Oh God. Ryan. We just had our goodbye sex. She turns away again, and closes her eyes forcefully. Willingly, fatigue takes over her body and she drifts off to sleep.
An hour of so later, Ryan wakes up feeling quite exhausted- physically and emotionally. He had said little to Theresa this past month, careful not to burden her with his own worries about the baby and their relationship. He was not a man of words, but actions. Past encounters with fists and bruises were a testament to his forceful physical nature. He punched walls when angry, he beat up his bed when he was sad- but this, this was a different approach to his physical way of letting out his emotions.
He had pumped every last ounce of his grief and sadness and confusion into his gratifying sex with Theresa. When he had moaned, it had been a mixture of pleasure and pain. A release of everything he had kept pent up inside of him for so long. Ever since he had broken up with Marissa, he kept it all in. This- this was how he let it all out. Raw, wild, uninhibited sex. But in his heart he knew this was even more than that. This was goodbye. This was his and Theresa's last hurrah. At least, that's how she had explained it to him.
Without a kiss or any amorous affection, he shakes her into consciousness and tells her to get ready. They have dinner with the Cohens soon. They needed to get ready. Ryan climbs into his favorite pair of dark jeans and searches around for a nice shirt. All the while, his eyes continuously glance at Theresa's form. Her blazing long dark hair, the delicious curve of her hip, the silky contour of her breasts. She looks up shyly catching his eye and her eyes travel away immediately.
Finally, Ryan is fully dressed and Theresa though in a simple dress, looked stunning. However, she is still on all fours searching for her favorite pair of sandals. Joining her in the search for the shoes, Ryan opens random closets and tears through their contents. In the hallway across their room, he opens the door to an extra closet, one that he had never even paid attention to before. Inside lay a suitcase, Theresa's suitcase. It was fully packed.
XXX
"What time are they coming?" Kirsten asks Sandy for the thousandth time. She crosses and uncrosses her legs again. Her fingers embrace a half-full wine glass and her lips caress the edge for yet another sip. She is nervous. She wonders what Theresa looks like pregnant. Her memory crawls back to the time when Seth still lay peacefully inside her. The happy glow of pregnancy, the days of thinking of baby names- to lose it all. She doesn't know what to say to Theresa. Four loud knocks echo through the room before Sandy has a chance to reply. They're here. Kirsten abandons her wine glass on the table and saunters to the front door to open it.
Ryan and Theresa stare into the room. For a moment no one says anything. It's obvious they've both been crying.