I don't own any of the characters.
A/N: This was written as a one-shot but when some people asked for an update I tried to read it from a reader's perspective and I guess I ended it at a bad place. I'm afraid that this is going to be a raunchy fic.
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He quite enjoyed the pain that shot through him after her knee jabbed into his thigh. She was kneeling on the seat, her head bent over, pulling off her top with his assistance. He hungrily kissed her one more time before he dragged the annoying fabric over her head. He cupped her breasts through soft blue cotton before he undid the hook between them. He loved that she always wore her 'easy access bras' when she was meeting him as he was yet to master the art of suave bra removal. He let his mouth wander where the clasp had lain before he moved his lips across the gently sloping flesh. He'd always considered himself a breast man, but he quite liked that Marissa was so petite.
Her back was beginning to kill her. Making out in the back of the car was so last century, but after getting caught in the park that other evening, they'd decided to play it safe. She moaned. Oh, how she loved the way he suckled her. It hadn't always been that way. At first she had to teach him. She understood that he'd only been with one woman but after making out with someone like Ryan, someone who was so instinctive he'd managed to find the right rhythm with her in a matter of minutes, kissing Seth was as much fun as mowing the lawn. But he was an eager pupil and even though he couldn't quite master the tongue-lip-tongue Ryan thing that drove her crazy, she quite enjoyed his teeth-upper lip-tongue thing.
Seth pushed his back against the door and pulled Marissa so that her head was now laying on the seat. She smiled as he pulled down her skirt. With his eyes barely open, he bent over and kissed her hollow belly. Sometimes, his head fit in perfectly. He nuzzled her navel and heard her giggle. Was it odd that he enjoyed knowing she could smile? He often wondered what was going on in her mind. She was his age but sometimes she seemed so much older. She almost always had that faraway look in her eyes, like someone who had accepted her fate on earth but longed for anything else. And he wanted to find out what it was, what was keeping her from happiness so that he could understand her better and maybe help her. But he couldn't. Not after what she'd said to him a few weeks earlier. Not after he'd heard that it was all about 'fucking' and they shouldn't get 'attached.' Not that he'd actually expected it to be more, after all, he still loved Summer, but hearing the actual words just made him feel cheap. And used. So he stopped calling her. Till today.
Marissa's fingers disappeared as she ran them through his hair. It was amazing that a boy with such full-bodied and strong hair could be so puny. Seth was slowly moving his teeth down her belly and she knew he was about to kiss her through her panties, like he usually did, but fuck that, the car was too cramped for some long overdrawn foreplay. She'd tried to get the Jeep like she usually did, but by the time Seth called, Caleb's chauffeur had already locked the garage and she didn't want to ask her mother's husband for the keys. She was already getting sick of him. If she didn't have an escape, she was sure she'd have thrown a fit. They'd started talking about therapy again and she was tired of people trying to project their insecurities and issues on her. And then there was Ryan. Their long marathon conversations had dwindled to daily five minute calls. She knew she was in denial, she knew she wasn't his anymore but just for those five minutes, it felt great to pretend he was. And Seth wasn't a bad substitute for the time in between.
Seth's head jerked up when Marissa tugged his hair. He'd been with her enough times to understand that signal. He moved his body till he was hovering over her and waited till she took off his belt and unzipped his pants. He didn't know what it was exactly, but that always seemed to excite her. Summer had been different - she always preferred he took off his own underwear, something he never quite understood but accepted. But lately, Seth had wondered how much of him Summer really liked. And if she'd ever really cared. But most importantly, he hated how much influence she had over him. There he was, lying on top of Marissa, going against his word to stay away from her, just because he'd seen his ex in town kissing that blonde jock. And he knew she saw him too because she'd given him a slow smile then kissed her blonde moron. And he'd just stared at them like a fool. A damn stupid fool. And when he'd called Ryan to talk to him about it, hoping to offload on him and get some advice, all he'd gotten were stories about pregnancy and gaining weight and how Chino had begun to feel like home again. Seth's life showed no signs of going back to normal --to something that made sense -- that he needed the only good thing that become familiar to him.
Seth reached for the backpack that was sitting in the driver's seat and pulled out the little square packet.
"Hurry up! It's almost midnight and Caleb and Mom are enforcing their retarded curfew."
Seth read the clock on the dashboard. That gave them 43 minutes to get her home. Seth handed it to her and when she'd put it on him and he'd buried his head in her neck, he wondered if Blondie had noticed the two little moles on Summer's left shoulder.
As Marissa ran her fingers over Seth's naked back, she glanced at the clock and realized that she had 12 hours and 13 minutes till Ryan's next call.
A/N: This was written as a one-shot but when some people asked for an update I tried to read it from a reader's perspective and I guess I ended it at a bad place. I'm afraid that this is going to be a raunchy fic.
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He quite enjoyed the pain that shot through him after her knee jabbed into his thigh. She was kneeling on the seat, her head bent over, pulling off her top with his assistance. He hungrily kissed her one more time before he dragged the annoying fabric over her head. He cupped her breasts through soft blue cotton before he undid the hook between them. He loved that she always wore her 'easy access bras' when she was meeting him as he was yet to master the art of suave bra removal. He let his mouth wander where the clasp had lain before he moved his lips across the gently sloping flesh. He'd always considered himself a breast man, but he quite liked that Marissa was so petite.
Her back was beginning to kill her. Making out in the back of the car was so last century, but after getting caught in the park that other evening, they'd decided to play it safe. She moaned. Oh, how she loved the way he suckled her. It hadn't always been that way. At first she had to teach him. She understood that he'd only been with one woman but after making out with someone like Ryan, someone who was so instinctive he'd managed to find the right rhythm with her in a matter of minutes, kissing Seth was as much fun as mowing the lawn. But he was an eager pupil and even though he couldn't quite master the tongue-lip-tongue Ryan thing that drove her crazy, she quite enjoyed his teeth-upper lip-tongue thing.
Seth pushed his back against the door and pulled Marissa so that her head was now laying on the seat. She smiled as he pulled down her skirt. With his eyes barely open, he bent over and kissed her hollow belly. Sometimes, his head fit in perfectly. He nuzzled her navel and heard her giggle. Was it odd that he enjoyed knowing she could smile? He often wondered what was going on in her mind. She was his age but sometimes she seemed so much older. She almost always had that faraway look in her eyes, like someone who had accepted her fate on earth but longed for anything else. And he wanted to find out what it was, what was keeping her from happiness so that he could understand her better and maybe help her. But he couldn't. Not after what she'd said to him a few weeks earlier. Not after he'd heard that it was all about 'fucking' and they shouldn't get 'attached.' Not that he'd actually expected it to be more, after all, he still loved Summer, but hearing the actual words just made him feel cheap. And used. So he stopped calling her. Till today.
Marissa's fingers disappeared as she ran them through his hair. It was amazing that a boy with such full-bodied and strong hair could be so puny. Seth was slowly moving his teeth down her belly and she knew he was about to kiss her through her panties, like he usually did, but fuck that, the car was too cramped for some long overdrawn foreplay. She'd tried to get the Jeep like she usually did, but by the time Seth called, Caleb's chauffeur had already locked the garage and she didn't want to ask her mother's husband for the keys. She was already getting sick of him. If she didn't have an escape, she was sure she'd have thrown a fit. They'd started talking about therapy again and she was tired of people trying to project their insecurities and issues on her. And then there was Ryan. Their long marathon conversations had dwindled to daily five minute calls. She knew she was in denial, she knew she wasn't his anymore but just for those five minutes, it felt great to pretend he was. And Seth wasn't a bad substitute for the time in between.
Seth's head jerked up when Marissa tugged his hair. He'd been with her enough times to understand that signal. He moved his body till he was hovering over her and waited till she took off his belt and unzipped his pants. He didn't know what it was exactly, but that always seemed to excite her. Summer had been different - she always preferred he took off his own underwear, something he never quite understood but accepted. But lately, Seth had wondered how much of him Summer really liked. And if she'd ever really cared. But most importantly, he hated how much influence she had over him. There he was, lying on top of Marissa, going against his word to stay away from her, just because he'd seen his ex in town kissing that blonde jock. And he knew she saw him too because she'd given him a slow smile then kissed her blonde moron. And he'd just stared at them like a fool. A damn stupid fool. And when he'd called Ryan to talk to him about it, hoping to offload on him and get some advice, all he'd gotten were stories about pregnancy and gaining weight and how Chino had begun to feel like home again. Seth's life showed no signs of going back to normal --to something that made sense -- that he needed the only good thing that become familiar to him.
Seth reached for the backpack that was sitting in the driver's seat and pulled out the little square packet.
"Hurry up! It's almost midnight and Caleb and Mom are enforcing their retarded curfew."
Seth read the clock on the dashboard. That gave them 43 minutes to get her home. Seth handed it to her and when she'd put it on him and he'd buried his head in her neck, he wondered if Blondie had noticed the two little moles on Summer's left shoulder.
As Marissa ran her fingers over Seth's naked back, she glanced at the clock and realized that she had 12 hours and 13 minutes till Ryan's next call.