A/N: So the site has been totally whacked lately…upsetting. That's why the update took so long because I wasn't able to log in or anything. But fear not! Since for, like, my whole Thanksgiving break I wasn't able to get on, I have TWO chaps already written (including this one). So you'll have two chapters to satisfy your craving while we're on hiatus (sniffle). Now, on with the story! Oh, and just a little warning…there's a sex scene in this chap.

Trust23, no worries. I don't have any plans for a pregnancy. Cross my heart. (Crosses an X over left side of chest).

Talk Like A Pirate Day

"Circle! Circle, Summer, circle!"

"There's too many of them!" The action on the TV screen stopped and a GAME OVER flashed across the screen. "So I lose?"

"Yes, Summer. You lose." Seth took the controller from Summer. "I think that's enough playstation for one day."

"God it's not my fault that the ninja game is retarded. I was hitting circle." Summer leaned back into the couch and crossed her arms in a huff.

"Yes, you were."

Seth had learned a long time ago to always agree with Summer when she was pouty. Unless of course, she was referring to the way she was dressed or the way she looked. When she said something like "I look fat in this" or "My nose looks too big" that's when he disagreed. By agreeing and disagreeing in the right places, there was a much smaller chance that he would be injured, physically or verbally. Plus, she was much cuter when she was pouty then when she was beating him to a pulp.

Just then Kirsten breezed into the kitchen carrying a small suitcase. Leaving it by the door, she headed towards the couch where Seth and Summer were currently seated. "Alright, so you're father and I are leaving in ten minutes. We'll be back on Sunday. No parties. No drugs. No drinking—"

"Wait. What?" Seth interrupted Kirsten. "What are you talking about?"

"You're father and I are going down to San Francisco for the weekend," Kirsten explained.

"Since when," Seth demanded.

"Since two weeks ago when we told you." Seth was about to respond when Ryan walked into the kitchen. "Oh, hey sweetie. Sandy and I were just getting ready to leave."

"Oh right, for, uh, San Francisco."

"Exactly," Kirsten said as she shot Seth a look that clearly said 'see, he knows what I'm talking about'.

"Dude, I did not know about this! How did you know about this?" Seth looked at Ryan.

"Seth, they told us two weeks ago."

"That's what she keeps trying to tell me!" Seth pointed in the direction of his mother.

"Well, whether you remember or not, we're leaving." Kirsten walked over to Ryan and placed her hands on his cheeks before planting a kiss on his forehead. She hugged him quickly and said, "Be good."

"We will," Ryan responded.

"Hey, how come you're not gonna read him the rules?"

"What?" Kirsten looked confused.

"You gave me a whole list of rules about drugs and drinking."

"Oh," Kirsten turned to Ryan and, almost in a mocking tone, said, "No parties, no drugs, no drinking."

"Gotcha," Ryan said before Kirsten kissed him one last time. She walked over to Seth who had stood up from the couch with Summer next to him.

"I'll see you when we get back." She hugged Seth and planted a kiss on his cheek before moving to Summer. Giving her hug, she whispered, "It's nice to see you around again."

"It's nice to be around," Summer whispered back. Kirsten kissed her quickly on her forehead before grabbing her suitcase to put it in the car.

Though it pained Summer to admit it, Kirsten Cohen was the closest thing to a mother she had. After being ditched by her own mother, she had spent a good few years with Julie Cooper as a replacement. Although Julie could be very motherly at times, there were other times when Summer wished she just had someone to talk to. Someone who seemed a little more like a real person and a little less like a Barbie doll.

Immediately after thinking this, Summer realized that Julie wouldn't even make a very good Barbie doll. First off, she had red hair, and second, Barbie was, like, nice.

Finally Summer noticed Seth staring at her with a very odd look on his face. "What?"

"You just, like, hugged my mom. For like ten minutes."

"Okay, first of all, I hugged her for like ten seconds. And second, what's wrong with me hugging your mom?" Summer crossed her arms under her chest and stared at Seth undoubtedly awaiting an answer.

"She's, like, my mom," was the best explanation Seth could come up with.

"Whatever," Summer said, and walked into the kitchen to get some juice. She passed Sandy on her way to the refrigerator.

"Well boys, we're off," Sandy said to Ryan and Seth.

"We'll see ya," Seth said, as his dad gave him a quick, one-armed hug.

"Make sure you keep the house clean," he said, as she moved to hug Ryan. "Kirsten'll have a fit if she comes home to a dirty house."

On his way out the door he passed Summer and gave her a pat on the back and a goodbye. Ryan headed back out the pool house, obviously forgetting what he came in the house for, and Summer joined Seth on the couch.

"So," Seth said. "What do you wanna do?"

Summer straddled him out of the blue and said, "Did your parents really just take off for an entire weekend leaving us alone in the house?"

Seth looked around, almost nervously, and said, "Yes, that appears to be the case."

And then she was crushing her lips to his and Seth's brain could no longer comprehend anything other than the feel of her tongue as her lips moved to his neck. He brought his hands down to her waist as her fingers found the curls at the base of his neck. Things were just getting heated when Ryan, apparently, remembered what it was he needed from the house. The two of them probably wouldn't have even noticed his entrance had he not let out a loud "Whoa!" upon approaching the scene. Immediately Summer pulled herself away from Seth and rolled off of him landing in her previous seat on the couch.

"Hey there, Ryan. What's up," Seth greeted.

"Um, nothing. Just getting my, uh, book," he said as he grabbed a book from the table.

"Yeah, I'm going to go to the bathroom," Summer said, blushing, and quickly excusing herself.

Once she was gone Ryan turned back to Seth and said, "Man, what are you doing?"

"Well, right then, I was making out with Summer. Until you interrupted."

Ryan gave Seth a look, this time meaning 'quit being a smartass and answer the question'.

"Dude, I don't know. She wants to hook up but she doesn't want to be a "couple"." Seth finished with finger quotes.

"Hook up as in, like, second base or hook up as in home," Ryan questioned.

"The latter."

Ryan groaned. "Seth, what are you doing to yourself? This is not gonna end good."

"Dude, she's like Summer. How can I not?"

"How long have you guys been hooking up?"

"Um…since like November…"

"This cannot end good," Ryan said, repeating his earlier warning.

"But…what if it did?" Seth looked so hopeful that Ryan couldn't say a whole lot more.

"Fine. But when it blows up in your face don't say I didn't warn you." He left Seth with a final warning and headed back out to the pool house. He was sure to take his book that way there wouldn't be any more unfortunate and embarrassing walk-ins.

Seth sat back on the couch, his head in his hands, and Ryan's words ringing in his head. He didn't notice Summer's presence in the room until he felt the couch shift with her weight. He didn't move from his position as she gently rested her head on his shoulder, looping her arm through his.

A few moments of silence passed before Seth spoke. "Maybe he was right."

"Maybe who was right?"

"Ryan." Seth finally picked his head up out of his hands and looked at Summer.

"About…?"

"Maybe…we should, you know, stop hooking up." Seth was really hoping that Summer would give some convincing speech about why Ryan was wrong for saying that because Seth desperately wanted someone to encourage to him to keep hooking up with Summer, even if that person was, in fact, Summer.

"Look Cohen, Ryan doesn't know what he's talking about." Thank you, Summer. "He used to have one night stands all the time and now he's just jealous that you're getting laid all the time and he isn't. There's nothing wrong with what we're doing, therefore, we have no reason to stop. No matter what Chino says." She planted a quick kiss on his lips before he lifted up his arm so that she could curl into him. She laid her head against his chest and he kissed the top of her hair as she played with the fingers on the hand that wasn't currently resting on her bare skin beneath her t-shirt.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"You are so right," Seth said, a small smile appearing on his face. "He's just jealous."

"You know what I was thinking?" Summer looked at Seth from her place where she was leaning against the island counter.

"What?"

"You're parents never said no girls. And they left me here alone. With you. Most likely because they think we're sexually inactive but that's beside the point. I could technically stay here the whole weekend and it we wouldn't be breaking any rules."

"Except for the no sex in the house rule," Seth pointed out.

"Yeah but we already broke that one, like, a million times so it doesn't matter." Summer brushed it off with a wave of her hand.

"Good point."

"So then it's settled," Summer stated.

"Yes, and let's celebrate with a glass of bubbly," Seth said.

"Okay, only that would be a breaking a rule," Summer told him.

Seth gasped and put a hand to his chest in mock astonishment. "Summer Roberts, not wanting to break the rules?" He put a hand to her forehead, and said, "Are you feeling alright?"

Summer pushed his hand away, and said, "I'm feeling fine, Cohen. Now, how about that champagne?"

A few glasses of champagne later and Seth and Summer were just a little giggly. They were in the kitchen still, holding a discussion about talking like a pirate, of all things.

"No, I'm not even kidding you, Summer. It's September nineteenth. Look it up if you don't believe me."

"You're telling me that there is an entire day devoted to talking like a pirate?"

"Yes."

"Hmm." Summer appeared to be pondering the thought.

"I tried to get Ryan to do it this year but he wouldn't."

"Where is Ryan? I haven't seen him around for, like, hours." Summer moved from her spot and looked out the kitchen window as if she was expecting him to appear there.

"I don't know. Brooding in the pool house probably."

"Let's go find him," Summer said as she grabbed Seth's hand and began walking backwards towards the double doors leading out to the pool.

"Why?" Seth couldn't figure out why, when they had the entire house to themselves, she would want to go find Ryan. However, Seth set his champagne flute on the counter and followed her.

"We can scare him. It'll be funny as hell," Summer said, leading him out the door.

They crept up to the pool house and just as they were a few steps away from the door, Seth whispered, "What are we gonna do?"

Summer stopped mid-step and looked at him. "We should have though of that before we came out here," she whispered back. "Alright, follow me." She led him behind one of the nearby bushes and sat on the ground Indian style.

Seth sat across from her in an identical position as they both quietly thought out a plan. "Got it!" Seth used one of those whispered yells to express his excitement.

Summer hit him quickly on the arm, and said, "Shut up," using the same type of voice as Seth did. She was a bit of a hypocrite. "What's your plan?"

"We tiptoe up to the pool house and then we barge in!"

"Good idea!" They slapped high fives and were preparing to get up when Summer put a hand on Seth's shoulder. "Wait. What if Chino's, like, changing?"

"Right. That's not gonna work."

They thought for a minute longer before Seth said, "Alright, so we tiptoe up to the pool house and then I barge in and you wait outside and if he's dressed then you can barge in and if he's not then we'll run away." Seth waited for Summer's approval.

"That is, quite possibly, the worst plan I have ever heard."

"You know what, Summer…"

"What?"

"I don't know. I give up. Why don't we just go knock on the door?"

"Fine," Summer said, standing up in a snit. "But it so won't be funny anymore."

"Maybe if we knock really loud?"

Summer didn't answer, instead just pushing Seth out from behind the bush that was currently serving as their hiding spot and towards the pool house door. Upon arrival, Seth knocked on the door very loudly and suddenly. A small scream was produced from inside the pool house.

Seth wasn't sure if it was the fact that their plan of scaring Ryan had worked or if it was the fact that the scream was so damn girly but he was cracking up. He figured it was the latter and, rightfully assumed that was why Summer was practically rolling on the ground laughing. The door to the pool house opened and Ryan stood there looking just a little pissed. Seth knew that what he and Summer had done was completely childish and stupid but Summer was right: it was funny as hell.

"What are you guys doing?"

"We…um…we just…" Seth struggled to find an excuse as to why he and Summer had so violently knocked on his door at 11:30 at night. "We just wondered what you were up to…"

Summer finally managed to get her laughter under control and stood upright, looking at Ryan with an obviously strained face.

"I was trying to sleep." Ryan was undoubtedly annoyed.

"Right. So we're just going to go. Later." They turned away from the pool house and began to head back into the house when Ryan called his name.

"What," Seth asked, turning back around.

"Are you drunk?"

"No…" Seth exchanged a look with Summer and he couldn't hold it in. He started cracking up all over again, Summer next to him, doing the same thing.

"You guys are so screwed up. Go to bed." With that, Ryan shut the door to the pool house.

Instead of going inside, Summer walked over to the edge of the pool where she sat down, rolled up her jeans, and hung her legs in. Seth came up behind her and acted as if he was gonna push her in. "Seth Cohen, I swear to God if you push me in this pool I will hurt you. Like seriously, seriously badly."

"Oh yeah? How badly?"

"Well, there would be a plastic knife involved. Oh, and you probably wouldn't be able to have children."

Although he knew she could be being perfectly serious, the opportunity to push her into a pool did not arise too often. Surprising considering they lived in California.

He lifted her off the cement just high enough for him to throw her into the pool. She resurfaced, mad as hell, and ready to kick his ass. She made her way out of the pool before Seth realized it would have been smart to run. After shoving him in the chest a few good times, she grabbed his arm and yanked him into the pool. He didn't let go of her, though, thus sending the both of them toppling into the pool. She grabbed his head and dunked him and didn't let him up until he started tickling her under the water. She kicked him hard one last time before stepping out of the pool once again. Seth followed suit and if the entire situation hadn't been completely laughable, she would have continued glaring at him.

But he gave her a goofy smile and she couldn't stay mad at him anymore. Even if he did just ruin a pair of$117 dollar jeans.

"Well, that was refreshing," he said.

"Let's go skinny dipping," Summer said suddenly.

"Summer, no."

"Come on, Cohen. Don't tell me you've never been skinny dipping before."

"No and I don't plan to."

"Fine. Then I'll just go by myself," she said and stripped her soaking wet top over her head. Seth watched as she unbuttoned her jeans and tossed them next to the top. She unsnapped her bra and peeled it off before saying, "Suit yourself." She then turned her back to him and removed her underwear before diving into the pool.

"A little cold in there Summer?"

"God, you're so perverted," she called from the middle of the pool.

"Not perverted, Summer. Just observant," he said, the goofy smile back on his face.

After Summer swam around a few times, Seth couldn't resist. He stripped off all of his wet clothes, tossing them in a pile next to Summer's, and jumped into the pool. "I knew you'd join me eventually," she said as she swam up to him.

"I couldn't resist."

Summer kissed him quickly and then swam to the deep end of the pool, the side closer to the pool house, and motioned for Seth to follow. He obeyed, of course, and swam up next to her. As soon as he stopped, Summer grabbed his face and kissed him. She had her back to the pool wall and he was pressed up against her with his side to the pool. Their tongues met as Seth's hands found Summer's waist. Seth wondered what his parents were doing at that moment and then quickly wondered why the hell he cared when Summer's naked, wet body was pressed against his. His hand moved from her neck, below the level of water, feeling the slipperiness of her skin beneath his palm. Her thighs were just as slippery as the rest of her skin and his fingers traced slow, lazy circles on them. He moved to kiss her neck as her fingers went to his sopping wet hair.

Seth knew that Ryan was in the pool house a mere, 25 feet away but he couldn't bring himself to care. He and Summer were finally together again…well, sort of. Whatever they were now was good enough for him. Because whatever got him this close to a naked Summer Roberts, the girl he had admired since he was ten, be it some strange turn of events, was powerful. She was beautiful and perfect and deserved a kind of worshipping that even if he couldn't give it her, he was sure as hell gonna try. Because she was just that damn special.

He traced his fingers along the inner edge of her thigh, delighting in the way her breathing hitched on its own accord. He teased her like that for a while, simply because it was faintly amusing. If not for the fear that she would seriously hurt him if he didn't actually do something soon, he might have continued.

She emitted a small moan when he finally slipped two fingers inside of her. She had a solid hold on his hair and put it to good use as she yanked his lips back up to meet hers. Their tongues met as he continued to work her. Fingering Summer in a pool was an entirely different experience than fingering Summer on his bed. Or the couch. Or her bed.

There was something satisfying about knowing that he was the first guy who had been here; the first guy that she had let get this close. The fact that she chose him to give her virginity to was…flattering. It was like he had marked her or something, and no matter what anyone else did, they can't change the fact that she was his first. And maybe that's the reason why he didn't let the incident with Zach bother him too much. Or maybe it was the fact that he wouldn't let himself think about it.

And especially not now because Summer was getting close. He kept working her as he swallowed the series of quiet whimpers she uttered into his mouth. She was tugging on his hair awfully hard now but he didn't give a damn because she was about to come. He slid his fingers in and out one more time before she pulled back, cursed, and came. She tried to control her breathing as his hand moved to her neck and then her waist. Her face was flushed as she turned to him. "Whoa."

Whoa was right.

Reading over it, I realize it got a little raunchy in there but I warned you guys so I'm not gonna change the rating or anything like that. Leave a review!