AN: I don't own The OC nor the characters, or the piece of the music written and sung by Phil Collins.
From This Day Onward…
By Hikako
'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
from this day on
Now and forever more
You'll Be In My Heart, Phil Collins
He was there, outside her room, looking through the glass of the large French doors on her balcony and deep into her own eyes. She didn't know had he had gotten on her balcony, especially when it was raining, nor did she care. He was there, barely a centimeter separating them.
Those eyes, they pierced her very soul, they looked deep into her heart and knew all her secrets, things she hadn't even told her best friend. He was giving her that look, the look that made her grow aroused without the slightest preparation, she could never say no to that look. Her hand slowly rose towards the gold metal knob, and a quick flick she unlocked the bolt.
The next few instances were blurs for her, somehow he was inside, had taken her into his arms, and was kissing her furiously before she ever realized what had happened. She didn't care either; she needed him as much as he needed her.
She threw back her head and turned it slightly, giving him access to her throat, which he began to kiss and lick and suck on. She let out a moan that came up from her stomach as she felt his fingers begin working on the buttons of her shirt.
Once it was open he moved his hands to her waist as he devoured her chest. Taking one nipple into his mouth, he gently held it with his teeth and flicked his tongue across it. His right hand had slipped down from her waist to her butt and then he took a firm grip on her bottom as his left went to the breast he wasn't attending to.
Together they sank onto the bed, she didn't even realize where they had been moving towards it, and he began to move down to her stomach, his fingers tracing the indents of her muscles. She realized that she needed to regain some control, so she forcefully pulled him up by his collar. Giving him a passionate kiss, she pushed him over onto his back and climbed on him.
Time for a taste of your own medicine, she thought at him as sucked and bite his neck. He just smirked and helped her pull his t-shirt off and unbuckle his pants. For a reason beyond his knowledge she loved doing this, he guessed it made her feel like she had control, but he loved to let her do it because he loved the look on her face. He loved that innocent, wanton, sex-kitten look that she gave him when her lips were wrapped around his dick.
When the foreplay was over, when they were naked and every part of their bodies had been kissed, licked, or sucked, she climbed on top of him and guided him into her. The bodies merged into one and neither moved for several moments, they both enjoyed these precious moments when they felt complete. But then their passion overrode their desire for fluffy. In a torrential rhythm, like waves crashing onto the shore, their bodies met and pulled apart.
Over and over again, again and again, they met and pulled away. First with her on top, then him, once with her bent over the nightstand, across the floor, on top of her dresser, in front of her window, and a few more times on the bed. Ferocious, feral, animalistic, and at times vicious, sex was what they enjoyed. It suited them, their relationship, and their unbridled passion for one another. But finally even the fittest human body needed to stop and rest.
She was propped up on pillows, sheets at her waist, and he was lying with his head in her lap as he watched the rain fall on the glass panes of her French doors, each of them were sipping on glasses of alcohol, champagne for her and scotch for him. Neither had said a word that entire time they had been together, except for the typical 'yes' 'faster' 'harder' and such. Words didn't suit them.
Well, didn't suit her anyway.
"So you're really going then?" he asked, even though he knew the answer. Not even the best sex could keep a girl around forever. She just nodded sadly and took a hold of his hand. He sighed, "Yeah, well, at least we have the summer."
There, that was the optimistic and high-spirited man she had fallen for. They had three whole months to say good-bye, again and again. Maybe he would give some multiple good-byes, she smiled and almost laughed at that.
He drained the last amount of scotch in his glass and then set it down on the nightstand. He moved up and sat next to her, and put his arm around her shoulders as she snuggled up to him. He set his chin on top her head as he surveyed the damage of her room.
"Jeez," he said, "What a pig-sty." They both laughed, it had been a running joke with them and their friends that the city didn't need to spend so much on destroying buildings just release the two of them in one when they were horny.
"I'm going to miss this." She said, as she finished off the last of the champagne and put her flute next to his glass. She sighed contentedly and snuggled down against his chest, softly running her fingertips along his pecks. She loved doing this, she didn't know what it was but she loved running her fingers along this hairless chest.
"You're going to miss our sex marathons." He laughed as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him.
"No. No. No… A little bit." She replied jokingly. This set him off and he started tickling her, this became a tickle match that caused them to roll around the bed. When they finally settled down she was breathing harder from all the laughing, and watching her chest rise up and down like that was too much for him.
He started kissing her again, his hands instinctively going to tangle themselves up in her hair. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging to him as if he was suddenly going to disappear. It had always frightened him slightly, how she always seemed to be clinging to him. He was the only constant in her life.
The coldness of metal shocked him of his reverie. He pulled out of the kiss and pulled the metal out from underneath her pillow. When he saw what they were he smirked. Seeing that look on his face she knew what was coming.
"No." she said forcibly, "No! I still have bruises from the last time." But her protests were in vain he forced her arms above her head and he snapped the handcuffs around her wrists, making sure that hands were on different sides of the bedpost.
She moaned out as he slipped out of her legs' grip, leaving her handcuffed to her own bed, as he got up and went over to the closet. She let out a gasp that was half shock and half anticipation. He held the portable camcorder in his hand and he turned it on and pointed it at her naked body bond on the bed.
"What do you say we make a little 'going-away' home movie?" he said as brought the viewer into focus.
The generic voice came over the intercom and announced boarding for her plane. She couldn't move. She just stood there looking at the terminal that led to her plane, her carry-on on her shoulder and her other luggage getting loaded onto the conveyor belt.
She felt his hand in hers suddenly, and she sighed, glad that there was no one here. Everybody else had said good-bye at the house, letting them have the last few minutes before she left, knowing how much they needed that time.
She turned around and looked deep into those eyes, perhaps for the last time. "I can't do it." She whispered at him, before she collapsed into his arms. She grabbed his shirt and put it in a death-grip, hoping to keep him for just a second longer. He put his arms around her and softly rubbed her arms.
"Shh." He softly cooed, "It's alright." Feeling stupid all the while he said it. No it wasn't alright! It wasn't going to be alright! Not anymore. But he couldn't say that, not out loud in front of her. He had to be the big, strong, comforting man; the guy that never let anything hurt him. He couldn't let her ruin her life for him, if she knew how he really felt.
Finally her sobs subsided and she was able to look up and into his warm, welcoming eyes. Leaving him, leaving all that they had together, was tearing her apart inside. He smiled sadly down at her put her hands together, and then covered them with his own. He couldn't say how he felt in words, so he tried to say it with his eyes.
The voice came again, calling for final boarding, and they knew she had to go. Slowly she pulled her hands back and bent down and picked up her carry-on that had fallen off her shoulder. She looked up and into his eyes, before standing on her tip-toes and giving him a last goodbye kiss.
Turning her back and walking to the terminal, she moved very quickly, before she broke down again and failed to get on the plane. He stood there, silent tears pouring down inside of him, and watched her go. He smiled at a joke he told her once. 'Hate to see you leave, but love to watch you go.' At this, the saddest of moments, it seemed hilarious.
"That'll be $12.45, please." Said the cabby as she exited the cab the day after the day at the terminal. She paid and quickly got out of the car as she hurriedly grabbed her things together.
She stood there, on the sidewalk, looking at the building and her body refusing to move. Her heart pounded inside her chest, so loud that she couldn't hear anything else. Finally, her feet moved of their volition and moved towards the door. When she was about twenty feet away the door suddenly opened.
"I'll get the paper, Dad." He said as he stepped through the door and stooped to pick the newspaper up. He straightened and was about to turn around and go inside when he saw her. Standing in his driveway, with her luggage on the ground next to her, she looked haggard and dressed in the same clothes as the day before. He felt his jaw drop and their eyes met.
Her luggage was dropped to the cement and the paper fell forgotten and they ran to each other. Taking her into his arms he suddenly felt complete again, and as they kissed time seemed to stop.
When they finally pulled apart they stared into each other eyes. Only one word escaped his throat, which was crowding up with a thousand different questions. "Why?" he asked, searching her eyes for an answering for why she came back, why she didn't take the job in New York, and why she would throw her future away.
She smiled at his ignorance, and his speechlessness, and answered, "Because I love you, Seth Cohen." She felt his hand cup her face as he replied back, "I love you too, Marissa Cooper."