Summer took a deep breath of the cool hotel room smell that was at the same time clean and comforting without feeling clinical or lived in. It was the perfect combination, somewhere you could feel at home in no matter how many people had stayed in the exact same room before you.
Seth pulled a bill from his wallet, placing it firmly in the bellboy's hand before shutting the door and gesturing around them.
"Not too shabby, huh?"
"I've stayed in better," she shrugged.
"This is New York," he smirked, "you want a good hotel room, you book in advance."
Flopping down onto the king size bed she talked to the ceiling, smiling lightly, "not TOO shabby."
Throwing his coat on top of the pile of luggage Seth threw himself face first onto the bed, making the mattress lurch up, almost pushing Summer right off. Grinning he turned to face her, sidling over until they were face to face, his hand settled on her hip.
"So, Miss Roberts, what would you like to do today? Galleries? Room service? Perhaps a spot of shopping for the lady?"
Sighing she let her head flop deep into the sheets.
"Tired," she moaned.
"Aah," Seth spouted in mock-wisdom, "but if you sleep now you'll never be able to sleep tonight… Then you'll just be even more cranky and tired tomorrow."
Grinning slightly she shot back, "Maybe I have other plans for tonight."
"Really," he matched her grin, "and what might those be?"
"Well, that would be telling," she dipped her face towards his for a long, lingering kiss that he was sure had started softly. After a few moments Summer was clambering over him, hands moving with purpose up his chest to tangle in the unruly mess that was his hair.
Seth responded likewise, the hands on her waist pulling Summer to him firmly, holding on so tightly that she was almost having trouble breathing. This was how she liked to share her feelings; this was a thousand times more her style than crying.
Her father might have taught Summer not to cry in public, but he had never gone so far as to warn her about channelling your anger into relationships. Never told her what it had done to his relationship with her mother, who she would now never know.
Fingers raked up her back, fumbling for the zipper to her summer dress, light and flowing, perfect for travel. The metal only lightly grazed her back as Seth finally succeeded in opening it to her lower back, exploring the new-found flesh with wary fingertips.
She moaned into his neck, one hand wrapped delicately around his shoulder where her nails started to dig in as his hand travelled lower.
She cried out, and he realised it wasn't a good sound.
"Stop," she gasped, swallowing down tears, "I- I can't."
He moved from beneath her, fingers lingering on her arm, stroking gently.
"Sum? Sum are you okay?" he asked quietly, worried.
"Yeah," she sobbed, "I just… Why am I, like, such a car wreck?! This is STUPID!" she ranted, pulling herself up and bringing her hands to cover her face in a desperate motion, "SHE'S stupid!" she cried out.
Seth sat, motionless, almost ready to cry.
"She just left, like it was nothing, like she didn't love us anymore. And, and I was never like this before, you know? I did feed squirrels and I wrote poetry, I BELIEVED in things. And then it all just seemed so… pointless. People don't love you for like, writing stuff. People love you if you're pretty and drink a lot and let them make out with you. Coop was always at parties…" her voice dropped to a whisper, "it just seemed FUN, you know? And, and sometimes it was."
"Summer…"
"I got, like, totally materialistic and daddy would just buy me stuff when he felt like I was lonely," she sobbed, "he tried so hard, but she LEFT."
His hands were running a pattern down her face, over her cheeks to her jaw again and again. Hurried and worried.
Summer sucked in a hard breath, looking up to his eyes with inner steel as his hands stayed on either side of her face.
"And I hated her for it," she confessed, "she ruined it all."
Seth looked torn, confused, "then tell her that."
Her eyes were watery plates, shimmering with fear, "but I can't. It's too late."
"Summer, we're here for closure. This is your last chance," he assured, "and if we need to make a quick get-away I'm pretty good at long distance… Well, okay I suck, but my cab hailing abilities are above standard!"
She tried not to smile at his, as always, inappropriate humour, but failed, letting a frail smile pull up her lips.
"I kind of love you."
"How could you not?" he questioned in amusement.
A quick backhand to his arm and Seth pulled her to him for a quick kiss.
"I kinda love you too."
"Enough to be my get-away driver?" she smiled.
"Enough to take the bullet," he nodded sincerely.
She laughed, "now that's kinda creepy, Cohen, even for you!"
"Wha-? I try to be romantic and this is what I get?" he feigned offence.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her chin on one to look up at him quixotically, "well, if you do take the bullet don't, like, bleed on my shoes."
He smiled back at her, "it's a deal."
Seth pulled a bill from his wallet, placing it firmly in the bellboy's hand before shutting the door and gesturing around them.
"Not too shabby, huh?"
"I've stayed in better," she shrugged.
"This is New York," he smirked, "you want a good hotel room, you book in advance."
Flopping down onto the king size bed she talked to the ceiling, smiling lightly, "not TOO shabby."
Throwing his coat on top of the pile of luggage Seth threw himself face first onto the bed, making the mattress lurch up, almost pushing Summer right off. Grinning he turned to face her, sidling over until they were face to face, his hand settled on her hip.
"So, Miss Roberts, what would you like to do today? Galleries? Room service? Perhaps a spot of shopping for the lady?"
Sighing she let her head flop deep into the sheets.
"Tired," she moaned.
"Aah," Seth spouted in mock-wisdom, "but if you sleep now you'll never be able to sleep tonight… Then you'll just be even more cranky and tired tomorrow."
Grinning slightly she shot back, "Maybe I have other plans for tonight."
"Really," he matched her grin, "and what might those be?"
"Well, that would be telling," she dipped her face towards his for a long, lingering kiss that he was sure had started softly. After a few moments Summer was clambering over him, hands moving with purpose up his chest to tangle in the unruly mess that was his hair.
Seth responded likewise, the hands on her waist pulling Summer to him firmly, holding on so tightly that she was almost having trouble breathing. This was how she liked to share her feelings; this was a thousand times more her style than crying.
Her father might have taught Summer not to cry in public, but he had never gone so far as to warn her about channelling your anger into relationships. Never told her what it had done to his relationship with her mother, who she would now never know.
Fingers raked up her back, fumbling for the zipper to her summer dress, light and flowing, perfect for travel. The metal only lightly grazed her back as Seth finally succeeded in opening it to her lower back, exploring the new-found flesh with wary fingertips.
She moaned into his neck, one hand wrapped delicately around his shoulder where her nails started to dig in as his hand travelled lower.
She cried out, and he realised it wasn't a good sound.
"Stop," she gasped, swallowing down tears, "I- I can't."
He moved from beneath her, fingers lingering on her arm, stroking gently.
"Sum? Sum are you okay?" he asked quietly, worried.
"Yeah," she sobbed, "I just… Why am I, like, such a car wreck?! This is STUPID!" she ranted, pulling herself up and bringing her hands to cover her face in a desperate motion, "SHE'S stupid!" she cried out.
Seth sat, motionless, almost ready to cry.
"She just left, like it was nothing, like she didn't love us anymore. And, and I was never like this before, you know? I did feed squirrels and I wrote poetry, I BELIEVED in things. And then it all just seemed so… pointless. People don't love you for like, writing stuff. People love you if you're pretty and drink a lot and let them make out with you. Coop was always at parties…" her voice dropped to a whisper, "it just seemed FUN, you know? And, and sometimes it was."
"Summer…"
"I got, like, totally materialistic and daddy would just buy me stuff when he felt like I was lonely," she sobbed, "he tried so hard, but she LEFT."
His hands were running a pattern down her face, over her cheeks to her jaw again and again. Hurried and worried.
Summer sucked in a hard breath, looking up to his eyes with inner steel as his hands stayed on either side of her face.
"And I hated her for it," she confessed, "she ruined it all."
Seth looked torn, confused, "then tell her that."
Her eyes were watery plates, shimmering with fear, "but I can't. It's too late."
"Summer, we're here for closure. This is your last chance," he assured, "and if we need to make a quick get-away I'm pretty good at long distance… Well, okay I suck, but my cab hailing abilities are above standard!"
She tried not to smile at his, as always, inappropriate humour, but failed, letting a frail smile pull up her lips.
"I kind of love you."
"How could you not?" he questioned in amusement.
A quick backhand to his arm and Seth pulled her to him for a quick kiss.
"I kinda love you too."
"Enough to be my get-away driver?" she smiled.
"Enough to take the bullet," he nodded sincerely.
She laughed, "now that's kinda creepy, Cohen, even for you!"
"Wha-? I try to be romantic and this is what I get?" he feigned offence.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her chin on one to look up at him quixotically, "well, if you do take the bullet don't, like, bleed on my shoes."
He smiled back at her, "it's a deal."