Think Twice

Disclaimer- I own everything except the OC, well not really, I own a few things, not everything, but the genius known as Josh Schwartz does not own everything either, but he does own my obsession.

A/N- Thanks for all the reviews. Now as much as I love Ryan, (and I do, very much) he does make mistakes (sleeping with Theresa for one), and in this chapter he will make a few more, or so he'll say, it will be considered as a mistake, but you'll find out in the next chapter and this one too if he regrets it or not. And just pretend that the ages match up with Ryan being a lawyer.

On with the story...

Marissa let out a moan as Ryan pushed her against the wall, and than put his body tight against hers; grinding himself against her, hard. She bit her lips to keep herself in control, but it was hard. Very hard, especially since he was kissing her neck with such a built up passion. He kissed down from her neck to her shoulder and up to her jaw while Marissa took off his tie over his head and started to unbutton his shirt buttons.

"Marissa..." Ryan whispered hoarsely in her ear. "Marissa..."

He slipped his hands up her shirt and moved them up until the fabric was lying on the floor. She moaned his name in his ear a few times until he was fully aroused and left her only in her bra and panties.

He took a sharp breath as he examined her body and smiled as she cupped his chin and brought his face against hers. They looked deep in one another's eyes until Ryan blinked and closed the few inch space between their lips. Marissa groaned as she pushed him off, leaving him confused. She seductively walked over to him and grabbed him by his half unbuttoned shirt and pulled him into her, kissing him passionately. She led him over to the bed, her on top, straddling his waist and continuing to unbutton the rest of his shirt buttons.

Ryan worked quickly with his pants and got them off in no time, and continued to kiss Marissa, making her even frustrated with his buttons. Finally, she just ripped off his shirt, a few buttons snapping off, and leaving Ryan just in his wifebeater and boxers. Something caught Marissa's eye as Ryan rolled on top of her, taking his wifebeater off in the process. Ryan didn't notice her stare until he went to kiss her and she didn't kiss back. He followed her stare, and saw what she was looking at.

"Tattoo?" Marissa asked; her eyebrows rose as she examined the army green tattoo that surrounded his forearm and gave off the illusion of his muscles being even bigger...

"Drunk," Ryan explained. "Mistake," he added.

"I like it."

"You do?"

"It's hot."

Ryan smiled and bent down to kiss her.

No one else liked his tattoo.

His excuse for his 'mistake' was that he was drunk, which wasn't exactly untrue, he was, but he knew what he was doing when he got it. So everyone believed him when he did say that it was a mistake. But in reality, he kind of did it to piss everyone off, especially when they were all telling him to be with Theresa because of Madison. And when everyone else hated it, Marissa loved it, which made Ryan love her even more.

"This feels so..." he trailed off.

"So good," Marissa finished for him.

"So good," Ryan repeated.

Marissa opened her eyes and pulled back slightly which caused Ryan to pull back as well and look at her. "What?" he asked softly.

"I...I love you," she told him, scared of what he was going to say back.

Ryan grinned slightly and kissed her. "I love...I love you too," he said in the kiss. Marissa felt a huge lift off of her shoulders and smiled as she started kissing down his chest and his finely toned stomach, grabbing his boxers and pulling them down past his ankles. Ryan quickly undressed Marissa as they got under the thin cotton sheets and got on top of her. He kissed every possible inch of her body he could, licking and sucking her breasts, while Marissa pushed him in herself harder, mustering up all the energy and spending it all in a matter of minutes. He looked into her eyes, and the moment began to fade away, as they were both in heaven and made love all long night long.

FLASHBACK

Marissa caught his glance and turned slightly to look at him and gave him a sad smile. Ryan smiled back and leaned his head in the tiniest bit. "I'm almost tempted to say 'You know what we haven't done in a while'?" Ryan told her truthfully.

"Than why don't you?" Marissa whispered softly as she leaned in and rested her forehead against his.

Ryan took a deep breath before leaning his head and than capturing her lips tightly into his own, not letting them go. Their tongues exploded into the others mouth as they kissed hungrily and passionately; when the need for air started to kick in and they finally pulled back, panting. Marissa smiled and closed her eyes and than moved in for another kiss. Ryan was the first to pull away and looked around him; the sky was a solid dark blue and barely any people around. "What time is it?" she asked in between heavy breaths.

He checked his watch, "9:30." He still didn't lift his forehead from hers. Marissa nodded and tried to think of something to say, but kissed back when Ryan leaned in for quick kiss. He loved the feeling of her lips smothering his own as she licked the inside of his mouth.

"Do you wanna come back to my place...hotel room?" she corrected with a small chuckle. Ryan nodded his head and finally took his head off of hers and took a deep breath, trying to get his heartbeat steady.

Marissa noticed this. "Hey, you okay?" she asked.

Ryan smiled and nodded at her. "I think I am," he said sweetly and gripped his hands lightly on her shoulders and brought his lips to hers. Marissa shivered slightly, which Ryan felt. He took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders as she led the way to the hotel room, grabbing his pinky in her own and walking down the boardwalk together.

END OF FLASHBACK

A soothing, vibrating sound was heard from Ryan's pants; his cell phone. It had been going off every once in a while, but neither Ryan nor Marissa had heard it.

Sunlight came through the horizontal blinds of the Mermaid Inn, casting a slight light on the two figures lying under the comforter who were cuddling under one another's arms.

They were spooning up against each other, their arms and legs intertwined with each other; Ryan's head resting on Marissa's, which was under his chin, and the covers up to their necks. Marissa awoke first, and was surprised to find skin in front of her. She moved back abruptly, her head clocking Ryan's chin and making him wake up as well.

"Hmmm?" he asked in a sleepy voice and rested his head back down.

"Ryan." Marissa whispered.

"Yeah?" he said sweetly and opened his eyes. Marissa.

A smile came on to his face and bend down to give her a kiss. When he finally pulled back, Marissa pushed him back down and sprawled on top of him, resting her head on his chest. They both closed their eyes, remembering the events from last night and savoring each moment they could. Ryan continuously and softly stroked her hair, his hands getting tangled in them as Marissa hugged his body against hers tightly.

"What time is it?" she asked.

Ryan looked at his watch, "6:20."

"I have to go check in on a store at 1," she explained. Ryan nodded his head, "Ok." Than he immediately got up, bringing Marissa up with him. She seemed surprised and pulled the sheets around her as she sat on her knees in his lap, facing Ryan of course.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh no!" Ryan exclaimed as he ran a hand through his hair.

"What's wrong!?" Marissa asked again.

Ryan sighed and took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. Marissa was starting to get frustrated and took his hands and held them in her own. "What is going on?" she firmly asked.

He looked into her eyes, "You don't hate me do you?" he asked softly.

She let out a small laugh, trying to ease up the tension, "No, of course not, I love you." She leaned in to give him a soft kiss.

Ryan pulled back slowly and rested his forehead against hers. "I love you too, but..."

"Do you...regret last night?" she interrupted. He pulled back, but still held her hands in his own, intertwining their fingers together. "I should...but I don't." He truthfully told her.

"Ryan! I want to know what's going on," she said forcefully, "please tell me," she added in a softer tone.

"I...I, I'm married."

Marissa's eyes widened, and her shoulders slumped. "Theresa." She guessed. Ryan nodded his head reluctantly. "And the baby was yours?" He nodded once again and watched as Marissa stared at where his wedding ring was supposed to be, but wasn't.

She took a deep breath and started to get out of bed, "Well, if you won't say anything, than neither will I," she stated and started to rift through the pile of clothes. Ryan seemed confused, "Wait! You don't understand!" he stated as he grabbed her arm. Marissa shrugged it off, and continued to look for her clothes. "What don't I understand? That all you wanted a quick fuck? No, I understand perfectly!" Ryan got up and wrapped the sheet around his lower body and searched for his boxers; he finally found them and put them on and than sat down next to her and watched as Marissa ferociously tried to put on her panties.

"You know I'm not like that," he said softly. Marissa stopped her battle with her clothes, and picked up the sheet that was slipping and looked him in the eye. "Maybe; you weren't, but maybe now you are."

"Marissa, that's not true," he protested.

"Could be, marriage does that to you," she retorted.

"Listen to me." Ryan said sternly. Marissa straightened up, "What? Do you wanna tell me it was just a mistake, 'cuz you can save it if..."

"Marissa!" he interrupted. She cleared her throat and whispered a small "Sorry."

"I wasn't expecting to see you yesterday...or ever again for that matter..."

"...so you wanted to have your fun before I leave?" she asked in a snotty tone. Ryan gave her one of his looks, which shut her up.

"It was unexpected, but that doesn't mean I regret it, I should, but I don't. I should because I have a family, but I don't because...I love you," he said truthfully.

Marissa softened up a little, and felt her eyes water a little bit. "I love you too. But what are you gonna do? I'm not going to to be the person you screw at night, than go back to your family in the morning," she stated.

"I know, and 'course not, it'll all work out."

Marissa was still on the defensive side, "How, marry me, and lead a double life on two different coasts?" Ryan gave her a weird look. "Sorry," she apologized, "Too much TV."

Ryan smiled at her outburst; "I have to go..." he trailed off.

"Where?" Marissa asked.

"I'll be back, I promise," he told her while putting on his pants. She got the idea, and nodded, going over to a nearby suitcase and started rummaging for something to wear. Ryan started to put his shirt, which Marissa had ripped, and inspected it. It looked ripped; and he bent down to pick up some of the buttons that had snapped off and put them in his pocket. When he turned around, Marissa was already dressed in jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. It was sort of chilly outside.

"My car is down at the Crab Shack." Ryan explained.

"Mine too."

"You have a car?" he questioned.

"Rental," she explained and than added, "I'll come with you."

Marissa got the keys to the hotel room, and they headed out to the Crab Shack. Ryan looked over at her as they walked on the pier. She was about 5 feet away from him, her hoodie on, and arms crossed. He rolled his eyes at her stubbornness, but continued walking until they reached his car. "This is it," he told her as she examined his black Mercedes. "It's nice."

"Thanks," he offered her a small gracious smile, "where's your car?"

"Over there." Marissa pointed to a navy blue jeep; the only other car besides his and two other ones. Ryan looked around and there was barely anyone around, except what seemed to be about 3 people working behind the counter inside the Crab Shack, and a woman standing behind the Balboa Bar stand. Newport was definitely not a morning community.

They both walked over to the driver's side and Ryan threw his briefcase in the passenger's side and than looked at Marissa who had her arms at her side and looking at him sadly.

"I'll be back, I promise," he told her sincerely. "I know you will, you're always there for me," she said, her tone still sad. She looked up at him and saw sadness in his eyes. She knew this was hard on him; he was always a perfectionist, and tried to be the best.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a hug, and Ryan gladly returned it, wrapping his arms around her tighter. He bent down a little to give her a kiss on the lips, but she turned away. "Right, sorry," he said sadly, and gave her forehead a kiss. "I love you," he stated.

Marissa looked up at him, and although he was sad, she knew what he had just said was true. She hugged him again, and whispered in his ear, "I know, I love you too, and I'll be waiting for you." She kissed his ear. Ryan gave her a small smile before getting into his car as Marissa did the same and they drove off in opposite directions.

A/N- I was going to continue somewhere else, but I think that it was a good place to stop. I'll post again really, really soon. And the point of the flashback was only like one or two lines, to show that Ryan was 'ok' after kissing her and didn't regret it.