A/N- Thank you sooo much for your reviews! But if you read it and you
don't really like it, I still want you to review so I can improve. But
nice is good! I'm glad ya'll like it, and look back at the A/N at the end
of the last chapter and check out my idea! And what the heck does "slash"
mean? This has been driving me crazy!
Ryan was afraid to open his eyes. He was afraid that he'd look over and Marissa wouldn't be there, and that he'd be fully dressed and the best night of his life would have been a dream. He had never been so scared. After about five minutes, he opened his eyes and slowly looked to his side.
She was there.
The world could have gone crazy and World War III could have broken out, but it didn't matter. She was still there. Last night had happened. The passion, the love, the desire. It had all happened.
Now it wasn't any big secret the Ryan had been with a lot of women. Marissa knew that, he knew that, and they both accepted it. But all of these years, he never really understood why people called it 'making love.' He didn't think 'love' had anything to do with it. It was just something to do, a way to pass the time. He was good at sex, and he knew it. Last night he got it. He understood. They both loved each other more than the loved anyone and more than they probably ever would love anymore. When you feel like that and you have sex, that is what making love is. Now Ryan understood. And he liked it.
Marissa stirred, and Ryan glanced over. He didn't really want her to wake up yet. She looked so angelic, just lying there with her eyes closed. She reached over and took his hand, though she was still sleeping. He couldn't help but smile when he looked at her. He had a feeling that after tonight, he would smile a lot more.
After about a half hour, Marissa woke up. She had the same fear that Ryan had, that he wouldn't be there, and she'd be at home in her bed. (Most people saw them as complete opposites, but the way their minds worked was surprisingly similar.) But as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw his baby blues staring back at hers. He kissed her deeply, never wanting to let go.
"Good morning," she cooed. Neither of them could remember when they went to sleep, but Ryan guessed that they went so long that they just passed out, both of them still missing their clothes. They made out for who knows how long, both never wanting to get up. Marissa looked at the clock, and seeing that it was 7, she was glad that she didn't have to go home for a couple more hours. She pulled away from his lips. "I better go get dressed," she whispered. Ryan groaned in disappointment, but rolled over so she could get off the bed. She walked into the bathroom, bringing her clothes with her.
Ryan got up and put on a wife beater and jeans. The moment when she had said 'Who the hell is Luke' still replaying in his mind. Him and Luke were pretty much friends now, but still it made him feel good to hear her say that.
Marissa stuck her head out of the bathroom door. "Hey baby, throw me one of your shirts, I don't feel like wearing this dressy thing." Ryan grabbed one of his many wife beaters and walked it over to her, getting a deep kiss as a thank you.
He sat on his bed in a daze, staring at the wall, feeling bored already. He couldn't imagine how he was gonna feel tonight if he was bored already. Luckily, Marissa didn't take to long (for her standards) and she came out of the bathroom, looking radiant, even though she was just wearing a T- shirt and jeans.
She sat on his lap, staring at his face. I still don't get how more girls couldn't want him! she thought to herself.
"Shouldn't you call your dad?" Ryan asked, not wanting to get her into trouble.
"It's fine, he's probably not even up yet." Marissa answered him, pushing him down so she could lie on top of him.
Ryan looked over to the side, seeming to be thinking. Finally he spoke. "So are you gonna.....tell him? Like, would he get mad at either of us?"
"I'll tell him if he asks," she told her boyfriend, rather, her soul mate. "And the only way he would get mad would be if he thought you a) forced me to, which you didn't, or b) if you didn't use protection, which you did, so you'll be fine."
They started kissing again, until it was time for Marissa to leave. She changed into her own clothes, and then walked over to Ryan, waiting for him to say something. What she heard would turn into the most romantic thing she had ever heard.
"Marissa Cooper." He started, taking her hands. "I love you more than air, more than breathing. If I had to choose between never seeing you again and dying, I would pick dying, because without you my life would not be worth living, and I'd probably kill myself anyway. You've taught me so much, but the most important thing you showed me was how to love, which I never would have learned if I wouldn't have known you. You were the first person I loved, the first person I made love to, and the first person that made me feel safe. I know within 10 years, we are going to be married and have gorgeous children, as long as they get more of your genes then mine." Marissa smiled through her tears. Ryan ran his fingers through her hair, then continued. "The point I'm trying to make is that we are meant to be together, and I love you more than anything I could think of." He finished, letting out a big sigh. He felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He needed to say that. He had never loved anyone, and now all his loved was channeled on one beautiful creature, and he needed to express that. And he had done a damn good job.
Marissa broke down, crying into his shoulder. Ryan hated to see her cry, even if they were tears of joy. After a while she looked up and smiled a watery smile. "Same here, Ryan. Same here."
A/N- If only this would happen on the show! This is all I have until they make up! I hoped you liked this new chapter, and it's NOT the end, I repeat NOT the end, so keep checking back. Two more hours until the new episode. AHHHH! Anyway PLEEEZE review. And should I make a future thing? Like, them getting married? Please tell me your ideas, and what you think about mine. Thanx!
Mrs. McKenzie
Ryan was afraid to open his eyes. He was afraid that he'd look over and Marissa wouldn't be there, and that he'd be fully dressed and the best night of his life would have been a dream. He had never been so scared. After about five minutes, he opened his eyes and slowly looked to his side.
She was there.
The world could have gone crazy and World War III could have broken out, but it didn't matter. She was still there. Last night had happened. The passion, the love, the desire. It had all happened.
Now it wasn't any big secret the Ryan had been with a lot of women. Marissa knew that, he knew that, and they both accepted it. But all of these years, he never really understood why people called it 'making love.' He didn't think 'love' had anything to do with it. It was just something to do, a way to pass the time. He was good at sex, and he knew it. Last night he got it. He understood. They both loved each other more than the loved anyone and more than they probably ever would love anymore. When you feel like that and you have sex, that is what making love is. Now Ryan understood. And he liked it.
Marissa stirred, and Ryan glanced over. He didn't really want her to wake up yet. She looked so angelic, just lying there with her eyes closed. She reached over and took his hand, though she was still sleeping. He couldn't help but smile when he looked at her. He had a feeling that after tonight, he would smile a lot more.
After about a half hour, Marissa woke up. She had the same fear that Ryan had, that he wouldn't be there, and she'd be at home in her bed. (Most people saw them as complete opposites, but the way their minds worked was surprisingly similar.) But as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw his baby blues staring back at hers. He kissed her deeply, never wanting to let go.
"Good morning," she cooed. Neither of them could remember when they went to sleep, but Ryan guessed that they went so long that they just passed out, both of them still missing their clothes. They made out for who knows how long, both never wanting to get up. Marissa looked at the clock, and seeing that it was 7, she was glad that she didn't have to go home for a couple more hours. She pulled away from his lips. "I better go get dressed," she whispered. Ryan groaned in disappointment, but rolled over so she could get off the bed. She walked into the bathroom, bringing her clothes with her.
Ryan got up and put on a wife beater and jeans. The moment when she had said 'Who the hell is Luke' still replaying in his mind. Him and Luke were pretty much friends now, but still it made him feel good to hear her say that.
Marissa stuck her head out of the bathroom door. "Hey baby, throw me one of your shirts, I don't feel like wearing this dressy thing." Ryan grabbed one of his many wife beaters and walked it over to her, getting a deep kiss as a thank you.
He sat on his bed in a daze, staring at the wall, feeling bored already. He couldn't imagine how he was gonna feel tonight if he was bored already. Luckily, Marissa didn't take to long (for her standards) and she came out of the bathroom, looking radiant, even though she was just wearing a T- shirt and jeans.
She sat on his lap, staring at his face. I still don't get how more girls couldn't want him! she thought to herself.
"Shouldn't you call your dad?" Ryan asked, not wanting to get her into trouble.
"It's fine, he's probably not even up yet." Marissa answered him, pushing him down so she could lie on top of him.
Ryan looked over to the side, seeming to be thinking. Finally he spoke. "So are you gonna.....tell him? Like, would he get mad at either of us?"
"I'll tell him if he asks," she told her boyfriend, rather, her soul mate. "And the only way he would get mad would be if he thought you a) forced me to, which you didn't, or b) if you didn't use protection, which you did, so you'll be fine."
They started kissing again, until it was time for Marissa to leave. She changed into her own clothes, and then walked over to Ryan, waiting for him to say something. What she heard would turn into the most romantic thing she had ever heard.
"Marissa Cooper." He started, taking her hands. "I love you more than air, more than breathing. If I had to choose between never seeing you again and dying, I would pick dying, because without you my life would not be worth living, and I'd probably kill myself anyway. You've taught me so much, but the most important thing you showed me was how to love, which I never would have learned if I wouldn't have known you. You were the first person I loved, the first person I made love to, and the first person that made me feel safe. I know within 10 years, we are going to be married and have gorgeous children, as long as they get more of your genes then mine." Marissa smiled through her tears. Ryan ran his fingers through her hair, then continued. "The point I'm trying to make is that we are meant to be together, and I love you more than anything I could think of." He finished, letting out a big sigh. He felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He needed to say that. He had never loved anyone, and now all his loved was channeled on one beautiful creature, and he needed to express that. And he had done a damn good job.
Marissa broke down, crying into his shoulder. Ryan hated to see her cry, even if they were tears of joy. After a while she looked up and smiled a watery smile. "Same here, Ryan. Same here."
A/N- If only this would happen on the show! This is all I have until they make up! I hoped you liked this new chapter, and it's NOT the end, I repeat NOT the end, so keep checking back. Two more hours until the new episode. AHHHH! Anyway PLEEEZE review. And should I make a future thing? Like, them getting married? Please tell me your ideas, and what you think about mine. Thanx!
Mrs. McKenzie