DISCLAIMER – Oh yeah, the day I own the OC, is the day pigs fly. Oohh look!! Little piggy's with wings, flying right past my window!! That's my wishful thinking.

A/N – To ocRM4eva…it has been seven years…it mentions it in the summary, and it also says Chrissie is 7. Therefore, 7 years, u know. ;) And I left out where Marissa lived? Silly me, a bit light headed last night. The words "Newport mansion" should have been mentioned in there. I thought I put them in. Oops, silly me.

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Ryan sat in the coffee shop, sipping his coffee slowly. Ow. Hot. It scorched his lips. He remembered when he used to come to this coffee house with Seth. And Marissa. Theresa had worked here once…

He sighed. It was like he couldn't think about Marissa without a thought of Theresa pushing itself into his mind. He would have liked to remember some of his nice memories with Marissa. But he must be well and truly over her by now. He put his coffee cup to his lip and took a careful sip. He could stay here all day if he wanted. His meeting had been postponed until tomorrow, so he had nothing to do for the rest of the day. He had been debating whether or not to drop past the Cohen's house, but he had decided against it. He'd just…hang by himself all day.

Marissa walked into the coffee shop, her head down, staring at her black shoes. Counting her steps. One two, one two, one two…

"Skim latte," she muttered to the waitress, barley lifting her head. Her day had started off good, but before the morning was over, she had ripped her jacket, her best receptionist had quit, and three patients had cancelled out. Less money for her. And she needed the money now. She had a wedding to pay for…

She grabbed her coffee off the counter and took a large swig. It was boiling hot and she would have spat it all over the old man behind her, if she wasn't in too much of a rush to notice. She gulped down the caffeine and took another swig. She needed it.

Ryan got up. He couldn't hang around the coffee house all day. And it was just starting to fill up. As he started walking he kept his head down, staring at his feet. He didn't want to look up, in case he bumped into someone he used to know. There was always a chance of that around here. It seemed like everywhere you went, someone you knew was right around the corner. No chance of privacy. He probably should have raised his head then. He would have seen the woman coming towards him…

But he didn't, and the collided. He jerked his head up in shock. When he looked down, he saw a slim woman her head looking down at her clothes. He had spilt his coffee all over her.

"What the fuck…"

"I'm so sorry." He said, offering his hand to help her. But her head was still down, her dirty blonde hair all over the place.

He might have expected a, that's OK, or a, no problem, it was my fault too, but instead the woman exclaimed:

"This was my new shirt! Crap. And my jacket…well I guess I already broke it. But my shirt!"

Ryan was shocked at her attitude. He liked it. She was the kind of I-don't-take-no-crap girl that he desired. And there was something strange about her voice too. It was very determined. And it sounded a bit like someone else's. Someone he used to know…

The woman raised her head and picked herself up without any help from Ryan. That was when he got a clear view of his face.

"Marissa?"

"Yeah, and who the fuck are…" she asked, still brushing herself off, staring at the horrible coffee stain, bam on the middle of her chest. "Ryan?" The determined look disappeared, replaced by confusion.

They just stared at each other, saying nothing. Memories from seven years ago ran through Marissa's brain. Back then, she had hoped she would see him again. One day. But not like this. Not now. After so long…

"Marissa? Um. Hi!"

"Hi," she said. She had no emotions in her voice. She couldn't decide what to feel. Pieces of her wanted to hate him, hate the lying, cheating bastard for leaving her when she needed him. But other pieces just wanted to forgive him. It wasn't his fault. He hadn't wanted it anymore then she had…right?

"So…how are you? After so long. I…" but Ryan's words were cut of by Marissa's lips, passionate and hard. As they pulled apart, he lowered his head and whispered, "What the hell are you doing??"

"Kissing you, you idiot." Marissa stated simply. "So what?"

So what? Ryan asked himself the very same question. They hadn't seen each other for seven years. Maybe a bit of her still loved him. Just a tiny bit. Or maybe she just wanted excitement. And he wasn't one to turn excitement down.

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He pushed her down on the bed, wearing nothing but her bra and panties. She lay on top of her in only his boxers, kissing her passionately. He started to kiss down her chest, unclipping her bra, releasing her breasts. He licked them, kissed and bit them softly. He loved the feel of bare skin against his own. She removed her panties. She was bare. Now it was his turn. She released the elastic on his boxers, pulling them down his knees, throwing them off the bed. She bit his neck, and sent a long trail of kisses down his chest. He pushed her against the wall, thrusting himself into her. She moaned at the surprise, the pleasure. He had always regretted he had never made love to Marissa. This was making up for seven years of regret. Seven years of nothing.

She put her head back and closed her eyes, rocking back and forth, holding onto his shoulders for support. Seven years, and this was what she had missed out on. This was so amazing.

"Ryan…" she moaned. "Yes! Yes, Ryan, Oh God…Yes…"

She moaned his name over and over, and he rocked her back and forth until they had both reached their climax. That was when they pulled their sweaty bodies off each other. As they lay there, panting under the sheets, Ryan turned to Marissa and asked breathlessly,

"Why did you do that?"

She turned to him, her blue eyes wide. "Do what?"

"That! Why did we just have sex? After seven years. Has it occurred to you that I don't know anything about you."

She sat up, clutching the sheets against her chests. "I think you owe me a bit more of an explanation Ryan. What happened with Theresa? And the baby…"

Ryan sighed. "The baby was mine. I married Theresa. I didn't want to. I wanted to go back to you! I didn't have any choice."

Her piercing blue eyes stared at him. "I'm a psychiatrist now." She said. She would have expected him to burst out laughing, like her other friends and family. But he didn't.

"That's great!" he said, truthfully. "Why did you want to do that? I had no idea…"

"Well you really don't know that much about me, do you Ryan?" she snapped, but then regretted it. "Sorry. I guess…I knew what it felt like. To be alone. Deserted. To have no one."

Fuck, though Ryan. Could she be more obvious? She was making him as guilty as he could be.

"…I didn't want other people to feel like that. So I help people. And…when I first started, it helped me deal with my problems."

Ryan nodded. "I'm happy for you." He said. "And…I'm sorry for making you feel like that. Alone. Deserted. I never meant to hurt you."

Marissa shrugged. "I guess its OK. I mean Kurt really helped a lot...Oh shit." She had just remembered Kurt. From the second she had seen Ryan, every thought of her fiancé had flown out of her head. While she was having sex with Ryan, she hadn't thought of him. Only now, she remembered him.

"Kurt?" asked Ryan suspiciously. "Who's Kurt?"

"My….fiancé" mumbled Marissa in a voice that Ryan could barley hear.

"What?" he asked.

"My fiancé!" yelled Marissa angrily.

"Your…fiancé?" Ryan asked, shocked. Marissa nodded. That was when Ryan flew into a rage.

"HOLY FUCK MARISSA! HOW COULD YOU? HOW COULD YOU CHEAT ON YOUR FIANCÉ? YOU REALISE NOW IT'S MY FAULT AS WELL?? IF THE POOR GUY FINDS OUT, IT'S MY FAULT THAT YOU RUINED HIS LIFE!!"

"Oh, what, like you didn't cheat on Theresa!" screamed Marissa. "She's your WIFE!"

"I don't LOVE Theresa!" yelled Ryan, getting out of bed and putting his clothes back on. "You KNOW that Marissa!"

"Do you love me?" asked Marissa.

Ryan stared at her. Once upon a time, yes. There fairytale life had almost been perfect. But life wasn't a storybook. There was no once upon a time. There was no fairytale. There would be no happy ending. "I don't think so." He said quietly. "Do you love Kurt?"

Marissa nodded. "Yes. Yes, I love him. I don't know why I did it Ryan! I saw you, and for one second, I just wanted you! I needed you, like I never had you. But I don't love you."

Ryan stared at her and threw on his shirt. "Then you shouldn't have done it. What happened, as good as it was, was wrong, and I'm sorry I took a part in it. I wouldn't have if I knew. Goodbye Marissa." He walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Marissa slumped back on the bed, staring at the cracked ceiling of the motel room they had rented.

"You don't know me at all Ryan," she said angrily.