Title: When It All Just Fits

Author: Sara and Lizzie

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Obviously, its not ours.

Summary: Summer, scared at the intensity of her relationship with Seth, left him four years ago. Since then she's been all over Europe. Finally, four years later, she wants to return home to Seth. Funny when she does, he's engaged. Not like that's going to stop Summer.

Author's Note: Ok, things are getting more dramatic, now so the more reveiws you leave, the faster we will update.

"It was vile and it was cheap." –Death Cab For Cutie

He couldn't believe she had just said that. Of course Molly isn't as good, he thought. No one is as good as you.

But that's not what he said. He didn't want to say anything that would make her feel better. He wanted to hurt her, the way her presence was hurting him.

"At least I love her." Was what he said. Summer's eyes grew huge. Without thinking, she raised her hand and slapped him.

Seth felt his cheek sting. He really hated her then. But he hated himself more. He hated this fight, he hated the way he couldn't stop screaming at her, the way his voice sounded. He hated that he wanted her right now. He hated himself for hurting her because he loved her.

Summer raised her hand again, but this time Seth caught her wrist before she could make any contact. He yanked her roughly to him. Summer shivered at the feel of their bodies pressed together, and their faces almost touching.

She was also a little nervous. Seth had never been the least bit violent toward her, but she's never seen him so angry. Trying to ignore the way her body was molded to his, she looked down.

Seth grabbed har face and turned her head so she had to look at him. "Listen to me, Summer…" he said angrily. But he didn't finish. Instead his gaze travelled from her eyes to her lips, and before either of them knew who made that first move forward, their lips were together in the best kiss of Summer's life.

When she pushed away, breathless, seconds later, she smirked at him. "Ready for another round in the closet, Cohen?" she asked bitterly. "You might not want to risk it. I could get pregnant, and then your precious politics would be marred with scandal." She laughed angrily. "I'd love to see you on CNN announcing how it was a mistake, you never loved me and-" she stopped as the back of Seth's hand make contact with her face.

She stared at him, wide eyed. He stared back at her, looking like he didn't know he had just done that. All of a sudden, he took a step toward her, and grabbed her wrist again. Again, he pulled her close to him, but this time he didn't bother with formalities before he kissed her.

She ran her hands through his curly hair and kissed him back, against her better judgement. She hadn't meant for them to fight like this, or for her to want him through it.

His hand slid up her skirt, only this time, she didn't bother to try and stop him. She undid his belt buckle with a lot more and anger and force than she had in his closet.

He broke the kiss, and looked at her. "Summer…"

"Shut up Cohen." She instructed. For once he did what he was told. He smoothly lifted her shirt over head.

Their lips fused again. This time she broke the kiss. "I really hate you right now." She told him, digging her nails into his shoulder, through the fabric of his shirt.

"The feelings mutual darling." Seth told her in a low tense tone. He sat down on his bed in the poolhouse and yanked her onto his lap. She shoved him backwards, and got up. She went to the door, clad in only her bra and underwear, and pulled down the only shade that remained up, but unlocked the door.

"You're gonna have to be quiet, Cohen." She told wickedly. She sauntered back over to the bed, and he flipped her over, and got inside her.

The good part about having sex in the middle of the most intense fight of your life is that it's usually the most intense, passionate, best sex of your life. The badpart, Summer was discovering, was that you ended up with bruises all over, and you had nowhere to go but back to the fight.

Seth pulled his shirt back over his head, ignoring the nail marks he could feel all over his back and shoulders. Summer dressed and faced him. "So where the hell does this leave us?"

"I don't know Summer!" He wanted to scream, but he knew there were people outside the poolhouse. "I don't know what you want me to say." All of a sudden, he felt his anger fading.

Summer wanted to still be mad at him. But she wasn't angry anymore. She was scared and a little broken. Tears sprung to her eyes. "Don't say anything. I can't do this Seth. I can't."

With those parting words, she ran from the pool house. Seth sat down on the bed. He laid back and remembered all the things he'd screamed at her. Had he really told her he didn't love her? Had he really hit her? He remembered the way he'd pulled her onto the bed, how rough he'd been with her. He felt sort of sick lying on that bed, so he got up and sank down to the floor.

He'd always treated Summer like a princess. Because to him, she was one. Seth Cohen had been disgusted with Summer when she left, but no where near as disgusted as he was with himself right now. He felt incredibly dirty.

It was then that Ryan entered the pool house.He took in the sheets that were all over the place and Seth, sitting on the floor.

"Bad fight?" he asked.

"How'd you know?"

"Could be the fact that I passed Summer's room on my way downstairs."

"She's still mad?"

"If angry people sob hysterically, I'd say she'd pretty pissed."

She was crying. Seth hated himself for making her cry. He got off the floor and made a move for the door. "I've got to go talk to her."

"I wouldn't just now." Ryan said. "Seth, what the hell happened?"

Seth sighed. "She came in here. She wanted to talk, and she was rational and calm. But I was so angry at her for making me feel like this, the whole thing spiraled out of control."

"And?"

"We were screaming at each other, and I kept saying these terrible things. She said she knew I still loved her. I told her I didn't. I hit her Ryan."

"You hit her? Like on the face?"

Seth looked down. "Yea. And then there was the sex."

"Jesus, Seth. What the hell are you doing? Look at yourself, man. You're a wreck, she's a wreck."

"I know!" Seth said, pain evident in his voice. "I know. It's just somewhere along the line, I started treating her like some cheap whore. Trying to pretend I didn't love her."

"But you do?"

"Of course I do, Ryan. I've always loved her."

"Do you love Molly?"

"No."

"Did you ever love Molly?"

Seth looked at Ryan, and shook his head. "No."

"But you're marrying her?"

Seth felt physically ill. He needed a shower. He got up and stripped off his shirt again. "I don't really have a choice do I?"

He turned and headed for the bathroom. Ryan sighed. "Fine Seth. Marry Molly and shut the girl you love totally out of your life. It's not like you haven't fucked everything up with her anyway. Just a word of advice. Don't let Molly see those scratches on your back before the wedding."