Summary: It was awkward, and exciting, and like nothing she had ever experienced before. She was confused as to what she felt about this occurrence, and also, most importantly, why it had even happened.
Author's Note: I don't ship them, like, at all, but this came to me and I had to write it. It's really short, but I don't think it needed to be long. Thanks for reading!
Sometimes, when Seth's hips are grinding into her, she thinks about the first time they had sex.
It was awkward, and exciting, and like nothing she had ever experienced before.
She was confused as to what she felt about this occurrence, and also, most importantly, why it had even happened. She tried to talk to her best friend about it, but how do you even do that when things are...like they are? It's too complicated. She can't even think of talking about this anymore.
But she still wanted to know. Know why Seth Cohen had this weird power over her. Why she gave him another shot, or why she even gave him a shot in the first place. And, after the awkwardness subsided, she also wanted to know why it felt so fucking good.
Their bodies moved together like poetry, like music, like...something indescribable.
He was riding her faster now, their bodies heating up even more, her body arching up to meet his, begging him for more. He responds, touching her body. His hands are between her legs, rubbing her most sensitive spot very carefully with this thumb in a way that no one else could, and she's glad that only he can do it this way, because otherwise, she thinks she'd be a nymphomaniac.
His hands move up, away from her center, and she whimpers a bit in protest. He runs his fingers over her stomach, leaving behind goose bumps, trailing up to her breasts, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It grows hard, as he wanted it to, bending his head down to take it in his mouth, running his tongue over it. Her hands grasp the sheets, clutching them fiercely, thrusting her hips up to return the pleasure as she bites down on her lip. It doesn't help, though, as her head arches back and a low moan escapes her as she comes, her fragile body shuddering under Seth.
He doesn't stop his movements until she comes down from orgasm. His body relaxes into hers, resting his head on her breasts, breathing heavily into the crack between them while he looks up towards her sterling eyes, tenderly pushing her sweaty hair out of her face.
She runs her fingers through his curly hair, incredibly satisfied and comfortable, like she is only when she is with him. He lifts his head up and kisses her hair, murmuring sweet nothings into it. She wonders idly if he ever wishes her hair was darker brown, smelling more like vanilla and fruit and mint, rather than alcohol and French perfume.
She looks over to her nightstand and sees a picture of her and Summer, sitting in the sand, smiling for the photographer with big grins. Marissa knows how wrong this is, but Seth is going down on her, lightly sucking and touching all the right spots, and Marissa gasps in pleasure, knowing she could never stop this.
