Beautiful Disaster, part II
By Somebody's Angel
'K, just realised that I didn't change the rating or warn people about what's in this chap. Becuase I don't want this to have an 'M' rating and, frankly, I don't believe it really deserves one, this chap contains some 'M'-rated material, so if you're underage or easily offended, don't read and complain about it!
Now updated with the beta-read version!
Summer woke in the half-light of dawn curled up in the center of Seth's bed. She grinned and stretched carefully, trying not to disturb the guy lying against her chest. He shifted in his sleep, one hand going to cup her hip.
She didn't feel like waking him. She was quite happy to lie here and listen to him breathing all day. He lay across her, pinning her to the bed, his head against the place where neck met shoulder. He was a sprawly sort of sleeper, she mused – nothing like Zach, who had slept in a small, economical huddle. Seth flung out his arms and legs and took whatever space was available, and some that wasn't, which was why she was glad she took up so little.
Still, he was heavy.
Seth stirred, rubbing his face against her shoulder. She kissed the top of his head with a smile.
"Morning, Cohen," she said affectionately. He grunted and mumbled something to the effect of 'five more minutes'. "Come on, get offa me." She waited, but when he made no move to get off her, she shoved him so he rolled off her onto his side.
He lay there quietly for a moment, then tensed in shock and opened his eyes. "Summer?" he asked softly, apparently confused.
"And you were expecting?" she asked.
Seth's face went blank as he tried to remember the events of the previous night. Slowly the realisation dawned, like the sun rising, and his face softened. "Summer," he said again, with a giant smile. She kissed him once, then again, and lay back to enjoy being able to breathe without his weight on her chest – not that it was all that much, but dead weight was a lot heavier than live. He curled himself around her, one leg thrown over hers, his arm across her waist, fiddling with the drawstring of her shorts.
They lay there happily for a time, with neither of them feeling any need to fill the silence. It was a comfortable silence.
Finally Seth took a deep breath, "I missed you."
"Missed you too," Summer answered lazily.
She could feel his hot breath on her ear, then he was lightly biting her earlobe and taking it into his mouth, sucking gently.
"Cohen, don't you dare-" She sighed happily. "Stop…"
Seth grinned. "Was that a 'Cohen, if you don't stop, I'm going to castrate you'? Or was that an 'Oh God, Cohen, please don't ever stop'?"
She reached up and thwacked him on the back of his head.
He took one hand off her waist and rubbed the back of his neck. "Holy shit Summer! That hurt like hell!"
She looked at the bedspread with mock sheepishness. "Whoops…"
He frowned, even as he began rubbing her shoulders again. "Funny, I didn't really sense any remorse in your reply."
"Yeah, well, I thought about making an attempt at sounding convincingly apologetic, and – according to Coop – it really is the thought that counts."
Seth merely rolled his eyes and rested his head on the pillow beside Summer, the hand not rubbing his neck still playing with her shorts.
Summer took a deep breath, unsure if this was the right time to bring up the subject, and when would be a better time? A little voice asked, while he's hovering above you about to join your bodies in the way that only he can? Or tomorrow, over the phone? "Why did you leave, Seth?" Her voice was soft, shy, and Seth could detect a quiver in the tone.
He sighed heavily. "I was scared." It sounded so simple, but they both knew that the complexities of his leaving extended far beyond what he was able to convey with words.
"Of what?" Her voice was still small, and he could tell she was nervous about his answer. Extrapolating herself from under Seth, she copied his earlier actions as she draped herself over him; arm around waist, leg over leg, head on shoulder. While she would have vehemently denied it to anyone who asked, Summer knew she was subconsciously keeping him in place by being on top of him.
"A lot of things. I was scared that when Ryan left everything would go back to the way it was before he came. I thought you'd get tired of being with an emo geek like me. You'd go back to being a Newport socialite, and I would be left out in the cold." His arm unconsciously tightened around her back as he spoke, as if the words themselves were going to make his nightmares come true. "I couldn't go back to the way things were pre-Ryan; no friends except Captain Oats. And video games and comic books as my only company." He paused to gather his thoughts, and Summer sat in stunned silence at both his words and his sincerity. She knew that they had both changed since they had last been together, but it seemed Seth had grown up so much more than her in just a few short months – though still the sarcastic, emo-loving geek she had fallen for, he had gained maturity and confidence (apparently Alex was better at teaching than Anna). Not to mention that he had filled out – Summer supposed it had something to do with all the sailing he had done over the summer.
"After having all of you there was no way I could go back to loving you from afar." Seth continued, his soft tone breaking her out of her own introspection.
She nodded, knowing that what he said was true – she had seen how difficult it had been for him this past year, watching her play happy with another guy, and knew that the only reason he hadn't left again was their pseudo-friendship – having her in his life in some way was better than him not being on her radar at all.
Just as Summer was about to comment on his assumptions, Seth spoke again, still in the soft, serious tone that she was beginning to love. "But more than that, I was afraid things wouldn't change."
Okay, that's confusing, Summer thought. Leaving because he thought things would go back to the way they were is understandable – although completely wrong assumptions, but because he thought things would stay the same? What the?
Her confusion must have shown on her face, for Seth hastily continued, "With Ryan gone and Marissa drowning in vodka and self-pity, it would have been just you and me. The whole summer. I was scared we'd get so involved with one another we'd turn into Ryan and Marissa."
Despite the insult to their respective best friends, Summer smiled, finally understanding where Seth was going with his explanation. "You thought we'd fuse into one of those couples who can't stand to be without one another for five minutes, completing each other's sentences and crap like that."
Regardless of the irony in Summer's statement, Seth had to grin at her perceptiveness. "Pretty much." He kissed the top of her head and traced random patterns on the exposed skin of her hip with one hand, the other playing with her fingers where they rested on his thigh. "I didn't want us to become the Seth-and-Summer version of Ryrissa, alienating those around us with our sickening couple traits and constant need to makeout. And although you probably think we'd never allow that to happen to us-" Summer shook her head in agreement, "-I can't see how we could have spent the entire summer in each other's constant company and not turned out like that. Sure you would have had to pull Marissa out of her drunken haze once in a while, but all our other friends were gone – Anna, Luke, Ryan – and three's a crowd." There was a pause while he tried to think how to finish his monologue. "I'm sorry for leaving," was the final decision, and Summer though it was probably the most heartfelt 'sorry' she'd ever received
Moving her hand from around his waist to cup his cheek, she pulled his face towards him and kissed him, soft and slow. He returned the kiss equally tenderly, letting go of her fingers in favor of caressing her cheek.
After a few minutes of slow making out, she finally deepened the kiss, moving her spare hand to his waist, where she raised his t-shirt slightly and traced delicate fingers over his abdomen. His free hand was doing its own exploration, making itself familiar with the contours of her back again. Things intensified, and Seth was just about to pull back to remove her shirt when she stopped.
"Cohen," Summer pulled out of the kiss, much to Seth's dismay.
"Yeah, Summer?" He sighed, trying not to show too much impatience – he knew that she got annoyed when he didn't want to listen to her, considering how much he himself talked.
"Did you really sleep with Alex?"
At Summer's words all of Seth's impatience disappeared, to be replaced by nervousness and a touch of annoyance. Now? He asked himself, she wants to do the 'how far did you go' thing now? He looked at her and noticed that she looked uncharacteristically shy and unsure of herself. He reached for her, attempting to comfort her without words, but she moved away until they were no longer touching, removing his arm from around her back and placing it in his lap.
"Answer the question, Cohen." Her voice was calm, and he knew that she was trying to reassure him that she wouldn't be mad at the answer, but he also knew that merely asking the question still hurt her. She placed a hand over his, and he stared at the two hands on his knee, unable to look at her face.
"No." He whispered, so softly that she almost missed it. "I didn't sleep with Alex." He repeated, louder. "I couldn't. When she took off her shirt all I could think about was you, and how it didn't feel right because it wasn't with you." He finally tore his eyes away from their entangled hands and looked into her cocoa-colored orbs, extra bright in the morning light from tears despite her smile.
"It was the same with Zach. Every time I kissed him it felt wrong. I made him believe I wanted to…you know," she began, and Seth found it amusing how Summer, who had no problem discussing bodily functions at the lunch table, was shy about saying the word 'sex' in relation to her ex-boyfriend, though he bit down his grin as she continued, "in San Diego, but your voice was stuck in my head." She paused, "I think that's when I realised Zach and I would never work. I mean, I couldn't even muster up a smidgen of disappointment that my boyfriend didn't want to sleep with me – I was relieved I didn't have to explain why I didn't want to."
Seth grabbed her other hand and moved to face her, so both were sitting cross-legged on his bed, knees touching and hands intertwined. They sat in silence for a while, each digesting the information they had just received.
Finally Summer broke the comfortable quiet, "How far did you go?"
"Summer…" Seth gave her a 'we-don't-have-to-do-this-now' look as he drew out her name.
"I want to know, Cohen." She was stubborn and unrelenting – two of the traits Seth loved most about her.
"Third base." He conceded.
"Zach and I only made it halfway to second." She answered his unasked question as she acknowledged his response with a movement of her head. "So then why did you shack at her place? What, did you fall asleep after she gave you head?"
He shrugged, "Would you believe we fell asleep watching TV?" Summer rolled her eyes, "I know it's cliché, but it happened." She opened her mouth again, but Seth placed two fingers on her lips before she got any words out, "I let you believe it because I wanted you to think I was getting over you. You seemed so happy with Zach, I didn't want to seem sad and pitiful – well, more so than I already was."
Reaching up to hold his fingers in place over her lips, Summer ran her tongue along the digits, feeling the shiver that ran through his body as she did so.
Gently, she lifted his hand. Turning it over, she placed a lingering moist kiss in the center of his palm, making him run flush and causing him to catch his breath. His fingers curled to graze her face in response as he felt just the tip of her tongue touch the sensitive skin. She then pressed his palm to her cheek, raising her eyes to meet his gaze.
She could see in his eyes how much he wanted her – and it wasn't only the lust of a guy who has been celibate for too long, it was also his desire for her, and her alone. The hunger in his eyes brought a tingling feeling to her groin, and she knew her eyes were reflecting this. She also knew that no-one else could ever make her feel the way Seth Cohen made her feel with merely a glance.
"I'm glad you didn't get over me." Summer whispered as she moved forward and softly kissed him, touching his face and feeling him respond without hesitation, his lips warm and gentle at first. It felt so good, like an ache finally soothed. She broke the kiss just long enough to look him in the eyes, wanting to see his need.
"Me too." He returned her smile, then kissed it from her lips, sliding his fingers into her hair. His arms moved around her, pulling her against him as he laid back on the bed.
As he pressed into the heat of their embrace, his fingers stroked through the mahogany strands of her hair, pushing it back off her face so he could see her as they kissed. He felt Summer's tongue slide into his open mouth to caress him back. He lightly groaned in pleasure and spoke her name softly in between deep kisses to her mouth and lighter ones to her eyes, her jaw and that sweet spot below her ear where he felt his hot breath cause her to shiver.
Wrenching his mouth away from Summer's skin, Seth stretched his body out along side hers, propping his head up on one elbow so he could use his other hand to touch her. Her heart was pounding as she watched him gently pull her shirt – originally his actually, but she had claimed ownership of it – up enough to gain access to the soft skin of her stomach. After a quick glance into her eyes, he began gently stroking the taut flesh, his awe at her perfection palpable.
She turned her head away from him to the side, closing her eyes as the brilliance of his touch assuaged her senses. Zach had never made her feel like this from a simple touch – from anything, actually. "I missed you so much, Cohen." Her voice was a mere whisper, her normal volume stolen by the feelings he was arousing in her.
"I'll never leave you again," he replied at the same volume, shivering with desire as his hands lowered her shorts further down around her hips. He pushed the fabric slowly down until the curve of her hip was exposed. Splaying his fingers along it, he used his thumb to gently caress her tanned skin. Summer felt her nipples harden in reaction to this new technique. Seth's heart leapt as he saw her body's reaction to his touch. Her nipples were protruding teasingly through the thin material of her t-shirt, thrusting invitingly upwards to where his mouth hovered.
He continued caressing her, moving slowly up over her ribcage, just inches below the edge of the navy blue fabric. He traced a slow steady line down the middle of her abdomen, around her belly button, stopping when he reached the band of her shorts. It was too much for Summer, and she sighed longingly. As her exhalation washed over his face, Seth could no longer stand the distance between them, miniscule though it was, and moved his head up to kiss her again.
Summer grabbed the back of his head and threaded her fingers through his curls. She had missed this. Having gone sixteen years without sex, when she and Seth discovered that the feelings aroused during the act couldn't be replicated in anything else, they couldn't get enough of one another, and the past eight months had been torture for both of them. Summer felt she had gotten the raw end of the deal, for not only had Zach been unwilling to do…other things besides the actual act, but Seth was well experienced in waiting. She and Seth had only just rounded first base and Summer was already well on the way to exploding. Their tongues duelled as Seth's hand continued roaming, never actually disappearing beneath her clothing.
Finally Seth broke the kiss, taking a gulp of air before he returned his mouth to her body, this time kissing her exposed stomach. Summer could not longer take the teasing, and pulled her shirt off herself, reaching down to do the same thing to Seth.
As his head cleared the fabric of his shirt, Seth dropped his head to her chest, causing Summer to moan in appreciation at what he was doing with his lips and tongue. The first couple of times they had had sex, Summer hadn't been all that concerned about foreplay, too worked up over his kisses and his body against hers to require any further 'preparation', as Seth would call it. But as they got better at it she realised that foreplay only increased the pleasure and that it allowed for satisfaction when there wasn't time enough for completion. They enjoyed getting one another all worked up only to hold off culmination – especially since they were teenagers with limited time alone.
Thankfully they had plenty of time this morning – it was only 6am on a Sunday morning, as Summer discovered when she checked the clock on the bedside table – so could spend that time getting to know one another again – not that they had forgotten what it was like to be together, despite Summer's best attempts. Slowly clothes came off, accompanied by kisses and caresses to pretty much every part of their bodies, until they were both naked. Summer was currently occupying Seth's entire consciousness, with her mouth and hands fastened to different ends of his body. Their tongues danced languidly, moving in the same rhythm as Summer's hand moved along his length.
Breaking the kiss and removing her hand at the same time, Summer rolled them over so that she was staring up into Seth's brown depths. He kissed her again as his left hand fumbled around in his bedside table, knocking Captain Oats off the top as he did so.
Hearing the thump of the Captain hitting the floor, Summer pulled her lips away from Seth's, and placed a hand on his arm, stilling its movements.
"I don't think Captain Oats is old enough to see what's about to happen here." She said, eyes and lips both grinning impishly at him.
Seth nodded seriously, "You're right. Wouldn't want to scar him for life." The horse was retrieved from the floor and placed in the drawer Seth had been rummaging around in. He kept it open though, now searching with his eyes for the item he hadn't been able to find while searching blindly.
"Cohen." Summer stated, gripping his arm tighter. He turned to look at her, eyes questioning. "I still want to do this, don't worry," the question in his eyes changed as his shoulders relaxed, "I'm on the pill."
Seth didn't understand what she was saying, and continued looking at her in confusion.
Summer rolled her eyes at his naivety, "We don't need a condom. I trust you, and I'm taking a pill everyday that will stop me getting pregnant." Her tone was as if she was speaking to a five-year-old, but the simplistic approach worked, because the bewilderment in Seth's eyes disappeared.
"When did you-" Seth's words were cut off as Summer moved her hips against his, signalling that this was not the time to be talking.
Shutting the drawer, Seth moved back over her, feeling rather than seeing her spread her legs underneath him. He kissed her once on the lips and once on the forehead before sliding into her.
They both exhaled loudly as they connected, the word fading around them until it was just the two of them, Seth and Summer. She knew that nothing felt like this, the completeness she felt was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she wondered why it had taken her this long to figure it out. He watched the emotions play across her face, wondering how he could ever have even considered doing this with another girl. For him there was no other girl, only the one lying beneath him, staring up at him with lust, love and tears of happiness in her chocolate eyes.
Summer moved her head up to kiss him, and he began moving. At first he was careful to keep his weight off her in fear of crushing her frame – much smaller than he remembered – but soon she knocked his arms out from under him and he collapsed on top of her. She locked her arms and legs around him simultaneously, preventing him from pulling away. He slid his arms under her, cradling her in his arms, pressing their chests together as they moved simultaneously.
His lips continued moving over her skin, so there was barely a second when she didn't feel his kiss on her cheek, her breast, her lips. Her hands roamed his back, moving down to squeeze his butt – causing him to jump slightly – and tracing a path back upward to hold onto his shoulders.
As Seth felt himself nearing release, he removed one arm from under her body, snaking it down between them until his touch caused her to cry out. She kissed him quickly to stifle her screams, whispering "don't stop," against his lips.
So he didn't stop, continuing to move his fingers across her as his lips traced a similar path across her chest.
"Omigod…Cohen…nearly…there…" Summer's words were disjointed and breathless as she neared the edge, taking his face in her hands and kissing him desperately to silence her pleasure.
And then she was there, releasing it, her breath catching, gasping for breath, her back arching and her muscles clenching and undulating around him, her legs holding him tightly as her blood pounded in her ears and in her toes and everywhere in between. "Seth!" She screamed, unable to contain herself. She groaned and he held himself still and rigid as she sank down into the bed with her arms and legs still encircling him, her mouth pressed against his neck while the contractions slowed and finally stopped.
"Seth," she whispered breathlessly, her voice laden with emotion.
Seth moved once more and felt his control slip away. Summer watched with blurred vision as his orgasm shuddered through his body, starting at the place their bodies met and rippling outwards. He had to close his eyes and turn his head with the intensity of it. His hand dug into her hip as though he could pull her inside himself and he had a beautiful sheen on his skin from sweat. He collapsed on top of her, burying his mouth in her hair to muffle his cries of pleasure.
Clutching his sweaty body to hers, Summer ran her fingers up and down the back of his neck, twirling the curls in between her fingers. Recovering, Seth pulled out of her and flopped onto the bed beside her, touching the small of her back. She was alive and warm underneath his fingers.
"Summer?" he asked gently.
"Cohen, if you're going to ask me if it was good for me, I'm going to punch you," she muttered into his arm, and he laughed in relief before pressing a soft kiss against the nape of her neck. She rolled toward him from sheer force of will, and looked at him fuzzily. "That was amazing."
She kissed him tenderly and laid her head on his shoulder, draping an arm across his chest as his curled around her back. "I adore you, Cohen." She murmured, drowsily burrowing her face into his damp skin. She received no reply, the heavy rise and fall of his chest indicating Seth was already asleep.
Seth woke an hour later, and it was all he could do not to cry out when he discovered Summer still draped over his chest; it hadn't been a strange and beautiful – and oh so hot – dream. He gazed down at her, trying to not move too much for fear of waking her. Her chestnut hair was fanned out over his torso, creating a dark halo that reminded Seth of an angel. How did I get so lucky? He asked himself, how the hell did I ever get her to date me, let alone take me back after I abandoned her?
Unable to stand another second without touching her to ensure that she was real, Seth ran his fingers lightly down the arm that laid claim to his body, watching in fascination as Summer's body unconsciously responded to his touch, the hairs on her arm standing on end and goosebumps trailing in the wake of his fingertips.
She stirred, and Seth momentarily lifted his fingers from his body, fearing retribution, before he remembered that they were back together, and thus touched her again, this time on the back.
He moved his arm to continue stroking her back as she lifted her head and rolled off him, "Hi."
"Hey," she replied, and grinned a big, slow smile as she remembered the events of that morning. Pulling the sheet up to cover her chest, Summer sat up and reclined against the headboard. Seth followed her, allowing his side of the sheet to pool around his waist. She threaded her left arm under his right, placing her hand on his right shoulder as their right hands intertwined on her thigh. They stayed quiet, allowing the silence to permeate the room as they contemplated the amplification of their intimacy this time around.
"You know, if you'd come back during the summer, there were times when I would have forgiven you immediately." Summer's voice was strangely loud in the stillness, though Seth knew in reality she was speaking below her normal speaking volume. "Of course you would have had to apologise and grovel, but I would have told him to get lost." A testament to their increased closeness was that neither needed to ask who 'he' was – both knew that Zach's name spoke aloud would only bring up bad memories.
"What do you mean, 'there were times'?" he asked, frustrated that she wanted to bring up this issue yet again.
"My birthday. Coop and I spent the whole day at home coz I was convinced you were gonna come back that day. I didn't even go out for dinner with my dad, which is something we do every year." Her left hand, which had been gently tickling his stomach until now, stilled, as her voice grew louder and more indignant. "And our six month anniversary. Your mom came and gave me your present – which I love, by the way." She fingered the simple 'S' that hung from a thin silver chain – it was the only thing she was wearing. "I never take it off." Her voice was still angry, as if she was blaming him for choosing a present he knew she wouldn't reject. She looked down at the pendant nestled in between her cotton-covered breasts.
"I knew you'd like it the moment I saw it." He commented, reaching up to trace the letter with one hand. "And you got the earring I sent for your birthday." It was more of a statement than a question, for he had seen her wearing them more than once.
"The only present I wanted was for you to come home." Her voice was softer now, and her fingers had resumed moving across his abdomen as she relived The Summer Without Seth. It was such a significant time in her life that it was capitalised in her memory. "Your grandfather's birthday."
The statement was so out of context that Seth almost ignored it as the random ramblings of a sated woman. "What?"
"That was the other time I was expecting you to come back." She didn't spell out why, knowing that Seth probably remembered every single kiss they had shared.
Slowly a smile spread across his face as he twigged to the importance of the date, "Our first kiss."
She nodded, "The one year anniversary of our first kiss. When the clock passed midnight that night I realised that I was done waiting for you. That night was the first night I didn't cry myself to sleep." Admitting she had cried over him wasn't as hard as she had anticipated. His eyes crinkled at the corners at the news, but she saw no evidence of the tears she knew he wanted to cry – knowing he had hurt her that much wounded him more than any physical pain every could.
"I didn't think you wanted me to come back." His fingers tightened around hers where they rested on her left thigh. "You were so angry on the Fourth of July. And you told me not to call again. You didn't answer my calls on any of those days you just told me about." He shrugged, dislodging her head from his shoulder.
Summer grinned despite the serious conversation – here they were sitting side-by-side on his bed, naked, discussing the hurt that had kept them apart for the larger part of their junior year, and the situation was no more awkward than if they had been sitting fully dressed on either side of a table in a restaurant. "I know. I didn't want to hear your apologies and your excuses anymore. I just wanted you to come back to Newport, back to me."
"I thought you hated me. What reason did I have to come back if Ryan was still gone and you weren't going to speak to me? And no, my parents don't count." She had no answer, so merely pulled him closer, breathing in his unique Seth-smell and thanking Jesus and Moses that she was back in his arms again.
"I'm sorry for making you feel like you had nothing to come back to." Her voice was low, melancholy. "I was angry with you for leaving, but I still wanted you to come back." They fell silent again, now musing over what could have been.
Just as Seth was opening his mouth again – no doubt to apologise once again – the bedroom door opened and Ryan walked in – either he hadn't knocked or they had been too absorbed in fantasies to hear the sound. Being that the interrupter was Ryan, it was most likely the second option, his domain of the poolhouse having fallen prey to unexpected visitors one too many times for him to walk into any room unannounced.
Seeing their undressed states would have usually sent Ryan into a fit of apologising, but he merely took one look at Seth and Summer clad in nothing but sheets and one at the clothes scattered across the room, turned on his heel and walked out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind him. Summer and Seth shared a concerned look at Ryan's odd behaviour and simultaneously scrambled to get out of bed. So used to the sight of one another's bodies were they that both dressed in relative ease, though Seth did immensely enjoy watching Summer scamper topless around his room searching for her bra.
Seth was all for going straight downstairs to 'face the folks', but Summer refused to be seen until "I look at least a little presentable, Cohen!"
She disappeared into his ensuite, leaving Seth to stare at the wall. He wandered over to his dresser and looked at the pictures that sat atop it. Until last year the dresser had contained only photos of his family, but now it was crowded with pictures of himself with Ryan, Summer, Marissa, Anna, Luke – even one with the six of them and Oliver – though he noted sadly that in that particular picture his arm was around Anna and Summer's eyes did not reflect the giant smile that graced her lips. He picked one up of Summer and Marissa taken eight months earlier at in Marissa's freshly decorated room. He stared at it for several seconds and smiled to himself as he ran his finger over Summer's smiling face.
"What are you looking at?" a voice asked.
Seth was startled. He looked up, surprised to see a smiling Summer standing only a few feet away, face freshly scrubbed and – he was surprised to see – still make-up free, apart from lipgloss. She walked over to him and looked at the picture he was holding. "Ugh, I look terrible in that picture."
He placed it back on the dresser and rolled his eyes. "You say that about every picture of yourself, but I have yet to see one bad photograph of you."
She smiled and nudged him in the ribs. "Flattery will get you nowhere."
He smirked. "Oh no? Well, then you look like crap in every picture I've ever seen of you."
"Very sweet, Cohen." She laughed, "Thank you for that."
Seth smiled and kissed her on the cheek. He walked over to his desk and sat down on the desk chair, and Summer followed him and sat on his lap. "Uh, there are like ten other places to sit in this room," Seth pointed out.
"Yeah, but this is comfy," she replied.
"For you," he muttered, repositioning his body to get more comfortable.
"Fine, I'll just go sit way over there on the bed," Summer said, starting to get up but Seth put his hands on her waist and pulled her back down onto his lap. Summer smiled and leaned back against him, "Ha, see, you like it. Quit whining."
"Seth, you up?" Sandy's voice floated through the still-closed door, accompanied by a knock. "Is Summer still here?"
"Wow, father, have you finally learned the virtues of privacy?" Seth replied, not moving.
Summer elbowed him in the stomach, "It's ok, you can come in, Mr C."
The door opened and Sandy's face appeared at the side, followed by the rest of his body as he pushed it open all the way and entered the room. He smiled when he saw the two of them cuddled in the chair – he had been rooting for the two of them to get back together as much as their best friends had.
"I'm glad to see that the two of you have finally worked things out." His smile turned grim, and both teenagers knew exactly what was about to be addressed, "But this sleepover thing is not going to happen again. The same rules apply as last year – curfews are to be adhered to even when you're at home."
Seth and Summer both nodded, thankful they hadn't been punished for their blatant disregard for the rules, and that Sandy didn't seem to want to mention Summer's climactic scream any more than they wanted it mentioned.
"So either come down for breakfast soon or clean this place up, otherwise your mother will find out, and if she does…" the threat went unfinished but neither Seth nor Summer had to ask for clarification. Ever since finding Marissa on top of Ryan in the poolhouse Kirsten had been firm and unyielding about her policy on 'sex and the house' – though apparently she believed all extracurricular activities happened after dark, because her policy was more of a 'no sleepovers' one than one of 'no sex in the house at any time'. That meant that all boys and girls had to be in separate rooms by curfew – if the girls wanted to stay over they slept in the guestroom.
"We'll be down in a minute." Seth assured his father, who nodded in acknowledgment before turning and exiting the room, leaving the door open as if to remind them of their promise.
Summer hopped off Seth's lap and turned to help him to his feet. Taking her offered hands, Seth pulled her back astride his legs, and placed a hand on the back of her head to guide her lips to his.
She giggled against his lips, swatting at his hands as they pulled at the hem of her shirt. "Cohen!" She finally wrenched her lips away from his and smacked him on the chest. "We promised your dad we'd go downstairs, like now."
He leaned in again and she pushed him away, forgetting that she was sitting on his lap. This caused her to fall backwards as Seth's back hit the back of his desk chair and ceased all movement. If not for Seth grabbing her hand – albeit he was attempting to catch her outright – she would have cracked her head on the floor. As it was she tumbled out of Seth's lap and landed on her butt on the floor with a thump, legs still on the chair.
"Ow! Cohen!" Summer pulled her legs down and slapped away the hand that Seth extended in assistance.
"You pushed me!" He retorted, arms signing his words.
"Whatev." She jumped up and stalked out of the room, not looked back even as she heard Seth scramble out of his chair to follow her.
Three hours later Seth and Summer exited the poolhouse, having spent the past hour trying to get the story of Lindsay's departure out of Ryan, who was not exactly in a talkative mood.
"Well that was like getting blood from a big blonde block of granite." Seth commented as they entered the kitchen.
"Couldn't just say 'stone' like a normal person, could you Cohen?" Summer countered, leaning on the counter as Seth retrieved two sodas from the fridge. "He's hurting, give him a break. His girlfriend just moved to the other side of the country for, like, ever. It's probably gonna take some time before he's ok with it."
"Yeah. We should probably just leave him to his brooding for a while." Seth grabbed her hand and led her to the couch, placing the sodas on the coffee table before flopping down on the couch.
Settling down on the couch next to him, leaning against him, Summer wrapped Seth's arm around her and rested her head on his shoulder. "We should," she echoed.
"You fit just right," he murmured into her hair.
"What?"
"I like the way your head fits just right into my shoulder. Like that's where it was always supposed to be." He stroked her hair, twirling the sienna strands around his fingertips.
"Well, if my head were always on your shoulder, it might make life difficult. Think about trying to go to school like that." She grinned and tapped two fingers on his thigh.
He sighed audibly. "Gee, Summer, you sure know how to make the most of a moment." But it was all he could do to hide the smile that threatened to creep across his lips.
"You know you like it," she replied, snuggling a little closer.
"Maybe," he admitted. Seth flipped the TV on and turned it to MTV; The Sherman Oaks: The Real Valley marathon that Seth had been planning to watch last night was still on. They sat together watching and not talking for a while. Summer's fingers tangled through the hair at the nape of Seth's neck while his fingers methodically massaged her scalp, something that she had always said was incredibly relaxing.
"This is so weird." Summer's voice startled him out of his stupor.
"What?" He asked, turning his attention away from the TV and concentrating solely on his girlfriend; omigod I cannot believe she's finally my girlfriend again.
"You don't think it's weird?" Summer asked him as her hand trailed lightly up his chest.
"Hmm…tell me what 'it' is and I let you know how I feel about 'it'." He replied, grasping her fingers in an attempt to retain his self-control.
"You know." Seth raised his eyebrows at her, in an attempt to explain that no, he did not know. She smiled and kissed him lightly before continuing, "This. Being here like this. Back together. It's a lot like yesterday. Only entirely different. And it's just…weird. Yesterday we were just friends, albeit with a history. But still…and now, here we are."
"Back together, you mean?"
"Yeah." Her foot was rubbing up and down his calf and, despite the fact that he didn't think she was doing it consciously, the attention was chipping away at his willpower.
"We were never really friends though." Seth remarked, "coz even when we were acting like friends there was something else there." His retaliation for her leg action was to trace circles on her bare thigh, smirking when she tried to squirm away from him.
Summer looked up into his eyes and traced a finger over his lips, "True." He pulled her fingers away from his mouth and pulled her head towards him, kissing her sweetly.
She wrapped her arms around him and fell backwards, allowing Seth's warm body cover hers as she deepened the kiss. "Mmmmm," she murmured, licking her lips as she pulled away. "Wanna go upstairs?" Her voice was husky and her fingers traced patterns on his back underneath his t-shirt.
Seth hesitated – his parents were currently out, but who knew when they would come back? – but all thoughts of other people instantly dissolved as Summer's nimble fingers dipped below his waistband and traced along his hipbone. He watched her eyes darken with lust as she felt his reaction to her sweet torture. Without a word he leapt off the couch and raced for the stairs, only to turn back after three steps and offer his hand. When Summer took it, she observed his eyes light up briefly before he was pulling her along with him.
By the time they reached Seth's room it was Summer who was leading him by the hand, and as soon as he shut the door behind them she turned and pressed him up against it, kissing him passionately. He kissed her back just as fervently, running his hands up her back, pulling her shirt up as he went. They pulled back just enough to pull their shirts over their heads, dropping both to the floor as their mouths fused once again.
She fumbled with his jeans; thankful he had forgone a belt that morning, something he almost never did. As much as this morning had been a celebration of their love, they both knew that this time would be different – this was the release of all the sexual tension they had been denying since the start of the school year. At last extracting the button, she quickly undid his jeans and pulled her body away from his to allow the pants to fall to the floor.
Seth was having similar trouble with her shorts, finally dropping his hands to cup her butt. "I can't do it." He whined, nuzzling into her shoulder.
Rolling her eyes, Summer unknotted the drawstring and rid herself of her shorts, then moved her hands to her back to help Seth unclasp her bra. As they let the clothes drop to the floor, Seth spun her around and pinned her to the door. She giggled and wrapped her legs and arms around him, latching her mouth to his.
He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, staring into her eyes. "Summer," He began, and the earnestness in his tone made her cease her attempts to continue the lustful foreplay. "Je t'aime."
Though she giggled at his cheesiness, their eyes were both dead serious – the words meant no less said in another language, it was just less scary that way. "Je t'aime." She replied, kissing him with more passion than ever before.
Breaking away for lack of air, Seth pulled her away from the door and led her further into the room. He left her standing by his bed while he went to his stereo and pressed 'play'. Soft music emanated from it as he walked back to her side. Summer wrinkled her nose and moved past him to change the CD to something faster. He looked at her in amusement and she grinned at him as she shrugged, "It has to match the mood."
He strode over to her and wrapped his arms around her back, kissing her hard.
"Didn't we already do this today?" she teased, but fell into his kiss because she knew that it was much easier to make out when you actually wanted to be with the other person.
"I could stop if you want me to, Jay." Seth said, even though the words were hard to get out because he was now reduced to quick shallow breaths by how hot Summer's kiss had made him.
"You do and I'll kick your ass." Her threat was a low, sultry whisper because she was busy making him crazy.
THE END
You guys asked for a second part, so here it is (all 7500 words of it) – hope you liked my first ever sex scene. Regardless whether you liked it or loathed it, leave a review and tell me what you liked/how I can improve the things you loathed.
I don't really know all that much about the base-thing coz we don't use it in Australia, so forgive me if I got it wrong. Also I know that Summer didn't wear an 'S' necklace the whole season, but whatever.
I'm having some trouble with the next part of Seceding Link – does anyone have any ideas for while Seth & Summer are apart?