A/N – PLEASE NOTE RATING CHANGE TO "R" for this chapter because of
nakedness and proceedings that on occasion occur while naked. All I'm
sayin' is cover the little ones' eyes, ok?
~ Lies-19 ~
Into your heart I'll beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock,
And sweet you roll
Lost for you, I'm so lost for you
Touch your lips just so I know
In your eyes, love, it glows so
I'm bare-boned and crazy... for you.
Oh, and you come crash into me
Baby, and I come into you
In a boy's dream
In a boy's dream
Dave Matthews –
She tugged on his pajama top until he bent toward her, then pulled his head down with a hand around his neck, kissing him. "Come down here. We need to celebrate." She raised her eyebrows suggestively.
"Celebrate?" He hesitated. "Summer, I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. I'll tell you if something hurts."
Looking doubtful, he lowered himself carefully on top of her. "Ok?"
"Better than ok. Mmmmm, I like this."
He kissed her and it felt new somehow. There was no worry in the back of his mind that tomorrow she'd pretend like nothing happened between them. No wondering if her affection for him was real. No, this was genuine and vibrant, with intense feelings escalating to a new level after admitting them out loud to one another.
Seth lowered his head to her neck, drawing circles with his tongue and sucking gently on soft skin. He worked around to the hollow in her throat, then moved lower until the buttons on her pajamas stopped progress. This was all new territory and he felt awkward, but still stoked to finally have access to places he'd only dreamed about. Often. Summer's places. She was his, and he was hers now. Raising his head to check with her, he saw her smile and propped himself up so he could go to work on the buttons. He followed each opening with thorough kisses and nuzzles until he had worked his way down to her stomach and was out of buttons. Rocking back onto his knees, he held her gaze while he pulled her top open and away from her. Lowering his eyes to take it all in, he was afraid he might pass out for a second. He let out a shaky breath. "Good. Lord." After shifting onto his side next to her, he ran a hand slowly down across her flat stomach and then his fingertips slid up again. He lowered his head to kiss her, and she moaned into his mouth as his fingers found her nipple and played gently, teasing her.
He kissed along her neck and across her chest, instinctively taking his time until she was shaking in anticipation. She gasped when she felt a hot tongue flicking across a nipple, then the pressure of his lips.
Summer ran her fingers over his side and stomach, then dipped lower and stroked him through his pajamas. He sucked in a sharp breath and raised his head to look at her with surprise.
"What, baby? Did you think this was a one-way street? You get to have fun too." She ran her fingers down the length of him lightly, and again, delighting in the expression he made while closing his eyes.
"I already was – having fun – Summer. Oh God."
"You want me to stop? I don't think so." She pushed gently against his chest until he rolled onto his back, running her fingers under his shirt across his belly. "Will you help me with these buttons?"
He raised his head and undid buttons as she watched.
"Oooh, look at you. Yum." She ran her hand over a muscular chest as he sat up to take off his shirt. She shrugged one arm out of hers and he helped her with the other side. "Lay back down."
He settled onto the pillows watching her intently as she kissed across his stomach and chest, finally reaching into his pajama bottoms and running light fingers all along him, then tightening her grip. She pushed the elastic band down until he was exposed and took him slowly into her mouth as he drew in a deep breath and tensed up. "Summer," he choked out in a strained voice.
His breathing became ragged as her lips and tongue explored, then found a rhythm. It was such a turn-on to hear his quiet gasps and moans, and feel him shake with pleasure. She gave him just enough to get him really worked up, then stopped.
"Ah – Ah - You're not – like done? Are you? No? You're not? Please?" He panted and raised his head to look imploringly at her.
She smiled at him. "You liked that, huh?"
He rolled his eyes and his head dropped back to the pillow. "That was officially the dumbest question anyone's asked in my lifetime. Maybe since man started walking upright."
She laughed. "Aww, my poor baby. We've got all night, ok?" She lay next to him and kissed him as he reached for her.
He turned over and slid on top of her. "Does that hurt?"
"Nothing hurts, Seth. Stop asking me that."
"Ok. But I have to ask this - Summer, do you know what you're doing? I mean; the drugs in the hospital made you think you were seven years old and Minnie Driver - are you by chance hallucinating that I'm Orlando, Ben or Matt?"
"No! Is that what you think? Pain pills aren't as strong as "happy shots", silly. They just relax you and take the edge off. I know exactly what I'm doing and exactly who you are." She ran her hand over his bare back and pushed her chest against his. "Mmmmm. You feel good."
"As do you." He dropped his head to her shoulder. "But maybe we should stop. Before things get out of hand."
"Seth, I don't want to stop. I think I want things to get out of hand."
Seth suffered an extreme stomach flip again. "You d-do?"
She was suddenly insecure. "You don't want to? I thought – am I too? – I know I look bad with all the bruises –"
"Damn it, Summer, stop that. That has absolutely nothing to do with anything. Repeat after me. 'My boyfriend thinks I'm beautiful.'"
It was quiet.
"Say it, Summer. Now."
"My boyfriend.........Seth thinks I'm beautiful."
"Very good. And I do. Even with bruises you're the – God – most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Now, about the getting out of hand. Of COURSE I want to, are you smoking denial crack?" He moved his hips against her, causing them both to gasp.
She giggled. "I have to say I'm feelin' your point."
He groaned and dropped his head to her shoulder. "Geez, everybody's a comedian. Look Summer; let's think about this logically. You, my foolish girl, were hit by a CAR and thrown into a pillar two DAYS AGO. Case closed."
"You, my irritating boy, weren't there when the doctor said I could resume normal activity, now were you? Case reopened."
"I would imagine by 'normal activity' she meant sitting on the couch watching TV with a bag of chips in one hand and a Diet Pepsi in the other. Ten jurors in my favor."
"I would imagine by 'normal activity' she meant whatever I wanted to do, since that's what she SAID. The court has made it's final ruling."
"Oh."
"Is that all you have to say?"
"No. I'd like to add that I can't believe I just argued against having sex. And I hate it when you're right."
"Get used to it, little man. You'll learn soon enough that as your girlfriend, I'm always right. Besides, we were tickling each other earlier and that didn't hurt."
"True, but that only lasted two minutes, and I'm praying to Jesus and Moses that this won't be over that quickly."
She laughed. "I'll send up another prayer for that, Seth."
"Ok. We should be covered then – the powers that be can't deny both of us. Hopefully. So let's back up a sentence. I swear I heard you call me 'little man', which I am not finding humorous."
"It's FUNNY! Oh – never mind." She pushed her hips against his. "Mmrrrrowr. Ok, so little doesn't apply in this case. In fact, I'm afraid that might not fit."
"Wha – What uh - it m-might not whathehellareyoutalkingabout? That's a joke, right? They always fit in porn. Not that I uh, watch porn. It's a funny joke. Flattering, yes, but funny and joke-like. Right? Summer?"
"Kidding!" She called out, laughing at his flustered response.
He nodded sarcastically. "Oh hey! THAT'S right! Take advantage of the virgin. Ha ha."
"So, do you have any other excuses regarding why we shouldn't celebrate, Cohen?"
"Protection?"
"Covered. And I've been tested since I changed my wild ways. A year ago the shrink made me realize I was looking for someone to love the only way my dad taught me. The wrong way. Does that, does that bother you?"
"I don't care about your past. It's you and me here now. One other thing, though." He laid his head on her shoulder again.
"What is it?"
"No - never mind."
"Spill it, Cohen. Honesty."
"You know I've never.........never. I'm worried that uh, it'll suck for you."
"Not possible." She stroked his hair. "Quit worrying."
He raised his head and kissed her. "Ok then! I'm thinking we've talked this thing right to death, how about you?"
She nodded thoughtfully, playing along. "Pretty much. You wanna just go to sleep now?"
"Yeah, why don't we? I'm kinda bored."
"Me too." She yawned and closed her eyes, erupting into giggles when he pretended to snore. "You're such a dork."
He slid lower and began working a nipple with his lips and tongue. "Would a dork do that?"
"Uh – no - myGOD Seth - a dork would – oooooh – not."
"How about this?" His head moved slowly down her stomach, kissing and sucking while he continued teasing her nipples with his fingers.
"Ah – no – baby you're notadork. Ahhhhh - I lied."
"That's my girl." He sat up and pulled on the waistband of her pajamas. "Lift up a little and say goodbye to the horsy pj's." He threw them to the side of the bed and waved to them. Grinning, he turned back to her and the smile faded as his eyes slowly swept up her nude body. He breathed "God, you're perfect," and his gaze finally met hers. She'd been watching him with uncertainty, feeling decidedly vulnerable until she saw the awe and desire in his eyes.
She smiled shyly. "Your turn."
He laughed nervously. "Yeah. That might help." He was suddenly unsure of everything as he slid his pajama bottoms off, feeling like a fumbling clueless kid with no idea what to do next. The warm, unmistakable look of affection she gave him relieved most of his anxiety.
"Come here, baby." Her voice was low and had a note in it he'd never heard before.
He stretched out next to her on his side, marveling at her body, hating the injuries that were so apparent now without clothes covering them. He traced lightly across the bruises on her shoulder and broken arm then reached across to the side where the car had hit her. The discoloration ran from under her arm down to mid-thigh and across her hip almost to the middle of her stomach. It looked incredibly painful. "We don't have to do this now, you know. It looks like it hurts."
"How many times have I told you it doesn't? Why are you so paranoid?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe because I SAW the car slam into you and I SAW you knocked into the pillar and I SAW you smash into the ground, and I thought you were dead and it still haunts me. I don't want to be the cause of any more pain. I don't want you to hurt anymore. That's all."
She leaned to kiss him. "Oh Seth, I'm sorry. You're so sweet. I guess I'm lucky - I don't remember it happening. But I PROMISE I'll tell you if you hurt me."
"Ok, Ok. Then quit talking so much. Geez. I'm trying to do stuff here." She rolled her eyes as he grinned at her, then dropped his head to her chest again.
She closed her eyes, feeling the sparks as he moved slowly down her body with his mouth and hands. She had an instant of déjà vu from her dream earlier before his tongue found her and she cried out, arching against him.
Seth sat up, looking surprised. "Did I make you do that?"
She panted twice then spoke. "Seth, for the love of God, shut up and keep doing it."
He smiled and did a confident toss of the head. "I AM damned good."
They explored each other for a while, discovering things the other liked, then trying new ones. They didn't have to speak; she looked at him with need in her eyes, and his own desire reflected back at her, sending the anticipation coiling inside of her into a fever pitch. He settled between her legs and pushed slowly in, then held still as everything faded away and his world consisted of only of Summer beneath him. A few of his senses returned finally, and he realized she was moaning beneath him. He looked down at her. "OK?"
She gazed up, eyes filled with pleasure, and nodded.
He kissed her and spoke through clenched teeth. "That's good, because I've found my newest obsession. To hell with comic books."
He began to move, slowly, trying to remember to be gentle because of her injuries. It felt incredible, and she began moving beneath him, pushing back and sending him deeper. He groaned and opened his eyes to see her watching him with a small smile. He kissed her again and again, trying to convince himself that she was really in love with him and being inside her wasn't just another fantasy.
He'd been holding himself up on his elbows, trying not to put too much pressure on her hip, but she pulled him down on top of her with a surprisingly strong arm. Feeling her breasts pushing against his chest and her entire body pinned beneath him motivated him to move faster, and when she pulled her knees up, he lost control, pushed to the brink by the increased pressure. "Oh God, Summer – I'm –"
She stopped moving immediately. "No, no, no, sweetie. Stop! Quit moving right now!"
Her tone was urgent, and he forced himself to withdraw, hating every second of it. "Uh, why am I being punished again?" he gasped, then muttered "Cruel and unusual – inhumane – which authorities do I alert?" He moved his weight to the side and collapsed partially on top of her. "Are there sex police?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Quit whining, Cohen - I want this - to be amazing for you. - You don't want to come yet - trust me."
"Trust ME, I DID want to. - And just to set the record straight - we blew past amazing a while back – and were quickly approaching – incapable of speech or rational thought. - Last stop – stunned comatose - Thanks for denying me the experience."
"Shut up." She kissed him, murmuring, "You'll thank me for real later." Her tongue probed his mouth, and he felt the need for her stronger than before, if that was possible. She reached down to stroke him, and finding him still hard, pulled her lips away from his to whisper in his ear. "I want you so badly, Seth. Please? You feel so good."
Her words sent fire streaking through him and he positioned himself over her and began again. "Oh My GOD. It's twice as intense" he breathed. She was writhing under him, moaning for more. After a while, an instinctive urge to go deeper sent his hands to her hips, holding them still as he moved in her at a strong, steady pace. "Does it hurt?"
Her eyes were closed, and she smiled. "Do I – Oh God - look like it hurts? - Oh Seth – I'm so close."
He locked his lips onto a nipple, and she whimpered, grabbing his hand and guiding it lower. He rubbed two fingers lightly where she showed him, and raised his head to watch as she gasped and moaned louder. He moved his hips faster and she began to cry out every time he slid in and he felt her tensing, finally coming with drawn-out moans and hips jerking against his as he continued through her orgasm, watching her eyes, distant and full of raw, primal pleasure. He felt incredibly powerful, having taken her to that place and sent her over the edge, making her feel so good she appeared to be unaware of her surroundings as she rode it out. She called his name in a low husky voice full of passion and she sounded so damned sexy; her body so unbelievably hot as she trembled under him. His need was twisting tighter and tighter inside him and there was only Summer and him, watching one other; wanting to see the other's experience and it overwhelmed him finally, sending white-hot waves of pleasure pulsing through him and he stiffened, straining forward while the intense sensations washed over him again and again, then slowly faded away until he was sapped of strength. He collapsed on her shoulder, gasping for breath. Distantly remembering she was hurt, he shifted off to her side, resting his head on her good shoulder and hugging her close. She lowered her cheek onto the top of his head, and sighed contentedly.
Their breathing gradually slowed and he became aware of her fingers stroking slowly through his hair. He was afraid to speak in fear of disrupting the moment, the air heavy with emotion and the recognition of a new, profoundly intimate bond between them.
He pushed himself up and kissed her, long and deep, then gathered the covers over them, and slid his arms around her from the side, throwing his leg over hers.
She snuggled against him happily. "How did you know? All those years ago?"
"How'd I know what?"
"You said you've liked me since you were ten. How did you know we should be together?"
"It's not like I'm psychic or anything. I was ten. I thought you were pretty. Then I thought you were passionate and funny, a perfect match for me and I wanted to know you. You grew up and got prettier and more sarcastic and witty and I wanted you to know me."
She turned her head and kissed his forehead. "And now I do." She giggled. "BOY, do I!"
"Is this where I'm supposed to ask if it was good for you? Because I will not surrender to the tired cliché. Besides, I was uh – actively participating. From the looks and sound of it, I'm convinced you enjoyed it." He grinned slyly at her.
She rolled her eyes at him. "OhmyGod, you sound like an arrogant water polo player already. Tell me, 'Mr. Inexperienced Virgin', how do you know I wasn't faking it?" He continued to stare at her, raising his eyebrows expectantly. She finally sighed, giving in. "Ok, you're right, it was beyond good. Happy?"
He smirked and nodded. "Uh huh. And you can just call me Seth, goddess. I am no longer a virgin."
"That's right. I made a MAN out of ya. So how about you? You were pretty quiet. Makes it kinda hard to tell."
"Really? I was quiet? That's just weird, considering how I love expressing myself phonetically." He kissed her again and whispered in her ear. "I've never experienced anything that intensely awesome in my life." He rolled onto his back, shaking his head in wonder. "How did this happen? Summer Roberts is my girlfriend! And we just had sex! How did my life go from craptastic to fantasy world that quickly?"
She turned on her side and grabbed his hand. "Because you finally got through to me. I do love you, Seth."
His insides rearranged themselves. "I'll never get tired of hearing that." He kissed her. "And I can't stop kissing you, sorry. Hey! Are you all right? Are you in any pain?"
She grabbed his throat, pretending to choke him. "Will you stop asking me that already? I told you I'd tell you. I hurt a little, that's all. I'm just really sleepy."
He looked over her at the clock. "Whoa! How did it get to be 4am? Come here, girlfriend." He gathered her closer. "You're going to sleep. You need your rest."
"So do you. You're sleeping too, aren't you?"
"Of course I am. It's my manly duty to pass out after incredible sex with my girlfriend. You're lucky you got all this chatter tonight - it's only because I'm a rookie, you know. Next time I'll pass out immediately afterward, ok?" He laughed. "Did you hear that? I was just talking about incredible sex with my girlfriend. Because I actually have a girlfriend and we just had sex. Incredibly." He kissed her again. "And she's you. The girl I'm in love with. Um. Hey. There WILL be a next time, right?"
"Did you get into my pain pills?"
"Noo, no, no. I'm just totally stoked. I'll be quiet now. I'm really tired too. Good night, Summer. I love you." He squeezed her gently.
"Aww. I love you too. Night, baby."
"Wait. One more thing."
"Yeah?"
"Righty and Lefty are fired."
She burst out laughing. "Thanks for the update."
"I thought you should know. Because well, you're sort of replacing them – but not like I'm trading them in, don't think that, because you're like, SO much better there's no comparison. They wouldn't even have any trade-in value, really. Actually? It would be kind of like trading in a 1963 Pinto Wagon for a new Lamborghini. Just, completely useless. God, Summer, that was so amazing. You have no –"
"Baby?"
"Yes?"
"I love you but shut up and go to sleep. We can talk all about it in the morning, ok?"
"Oh yeah. We're both really tired and going to sleep. Right. In the morning. 'Night."
"Good night, sweetie."
****
Seth was dreaming about warm hands and fingers running all along his back and chest and stomach as he slept on his side. They trailed down his arm and continued down his thigh, stopping to rub gently on his hip. Someone warm and naked was spooning against the back of him, and fingers began to make a slow crawl over his hip. He recognized kisses and a hot tongue tracing patterns on his back as the warm fingers found him and traced his length lightly, again and again. He felt a spark ignite inside, growing into a slow burn as the fingers became a hand gripping him gently, beginning to move. He situated himself on his back to give the dream hand better access and immediately felt soft lips warm against his own as the grip tightened, forcing him to take in a sharp breath, then a tongue was probing and he kissed back, meeting the tongue with his own as the burn spread through his body. The lips left his mouth and began traveling down him; the covers disappeared, leaving him chilled. Slowly, the understanding that this wasn't a dream penetrated his brain. He opened his eyes and Summer was kneeling beside him, giving him a quick soft smile, showing him brown eyes gone liquid with desire. She continued her descent with lips and tongue slowly, finally reaching him and teasing until he was ready to scream. She raised her head and crawled up to kiss him, moving her body over his, then she sank slowly onto him as he watched her expression change to open-mouthed pleasure. He arched up under her, his head pushing down into the pillow, and his voice was low and strained. "My life rocks. My life kicks ass. OhmyGod, my life is so much better than everyone else's." Her movements soon began to hurt her so he sat up and hugged her, then rolled her carefully under him. He made love to her slowly and tenderly while overwhelming her with kisses in her hair, on her lips, on her forehead, her neck and throat.
Summer was having an out of the ordinary experience. Seth was being so gentle, handling her like she was porcelain, kissing her everywhere. She was so warm inside, and he felt so unbelievably sweet moving in her, it was unlike anything she'd experienced. Before him, sex was raw lust, usually a short build-up then she would strain for the release while enjoying the closeness of another person, and when it was over she would lie there, feeling more empty and alone than before. She would begin counting, and within five minutes the reasons they had to leave suddenly would be offered with a brief kiss and the inevitable "Call you later" that never happened. On the rare occasion one of them would want to stay, she would find herself making up excuses for why they couldn't, desperate to get away from the clinging boy she suddenly couldn't stand.
This morning she'd opened her eyes, instantly realizing this was the first time she had spent the night with anyone after sex. She'd gone to sleep in his arms, and woke up holding him, suddenly feeling a rush of emotion that nearly made her break down. She'd sat up and looked at him – his hair tousled and his face in sleep as innocent as a child's - in amazement that this honest guy, so open and caring and willing to drop his life to take care of her, had told her he was in love with her. She'd believed him when he said it, but right now she knew it as a certainty, because he wasn't getting laid, and he wasn't just getting a piece of ass. They were making love. Seth Cohen was showing her how much he loved her right now and she knew it like she knew her own name. She could FEEL it.
He kissed her again, still moving so gently, just a little faster, and she was overcome with emotion, hot tears springing to her eyes. He pulled back from the kiss and stopped, concern in his eyes.
"What is it, Summer?"
She whispered. "You love me."
"I do. More than anything."
"Show me again."
He began again, moving in her as tenderly as before, whispering to her between kisses, telling her how much she meant to him, and how happy he was they were together; how good she made him feel, and that she would never be alone again. Her tears were sliding down into the pillow and her pleasure inside intensified. He came, moving deeper, and the experience of feeling his release was so erotic she was suddenly overcome by a surprisingly different release of her own. Sweet, intense bliss rolled through her tinged with the awareness of belonging and love. It slowly subsided and she lay back, weak from the strength of it. He held her and kissed her over and over again as she cried, giving in to the emotion.
She finally became quiet and he started to slide off to one side. "Please don't. You're not hurting me."
"Whatever you want. Are you ok?" He put his head back on her shoulder.
"You love me."
"Didn't we do this already?" He teased her.
"Shut up, jerk. I felt it. It was so different – so easy and good and - satisfying."
"I agree completely. It was nothing like the first time but just as amazing." He yawned. "I'm sorry, but you're wearing me out, woman. And that is in no way, shape, or form a complaint."
"Go back to sleep, baby. I won't apologize for waking you up, though."
"Oh HELL no. Every morning should begin like that. Or some variance of it." He kissed her. "I'm just gonna go right over here, ok?" She smiled and he slid to one side, ready to get back in the position she liked.
"Why don't you go that way, so I can spoon you again?"
"Awesome."
He settled on his side and she pulled the covers up on him, then pressed against his back, sliding her arm around him. "You like that?"
"Mmmm Hmmm."
"Good. Go back to sleep now, Seth."
"K."
****
~ Lies-19 ~
Into your heart I'll beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock,
And sweet you roll
Lost for you, I'm so lost for you
Touch your lips just so I know
In your eyes, love, it glows so
I'm bare-boned and crazy... for you.
Oh, and you come crash into me
Baby, and I come into you
In a boy's dream
In a boy's dream
Dave Matthews –
She tugged on his pajama top until he bent toward her, then pulled his head down with a hand around his neck, kissing him. "Come down here. We need to celebrate." She raised her eyebrows suggestively.
"Celebrate?" He hesitated. "Summer, I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. I'll tell you if something hurts."
Looking doubtful, he lowered himself carefully on top of her. "Ok?"
"Better than ok. Mmmmm, I like this."
He kissed her and it felt new somehow. There was no worry in the back of his mind that tomorrow she'd pretend like nothing happened between them. No wondering if her affection for him was real. No, this was genuine and vibrant, with intense feelings escalating to a new level after admitting them out loud to one another.
Seth lowered his head to her neck, drawing circles with his tongue and sucking gently on soft skin. He worked around to the hollow in her throat, then moved lower until the buttons on her pajamas stopped progress. This was all new territory and he felt awkward, but still stoked to finally have access to places he'd only dreamed about. Often. Summer's places. She was his, and he was hers now. Raising his head to check with her, he saw her smile and propped himself up so he could go to work on the buttons. He followed each opening with thorough kisses and nuzzles until he had worked his way down to her stomach and was out of buttons. Rocking back onto his knees, he held her gaze while he pulled her top open and away from her. Lowering his eyes to take it all in, he was afraid he might pass out for a second. He let out a shaky breath. "Good. Lord." After shifting onto his side next to her, he ran a hand slowly down across her flat stomach and then his fingertips slid up again. He lowered his head to kiss her, and she moaned into his mouth as his fingers found her nipple and played gently, teasing her.
He kissed along her neck and across her chest, instinctively taking his time until she was shaking in anticipation. She gasped when she felt a hot tongue flicking across a nipple, then the pressure of his lips.
Summer ran her fingers over his side and stomach, then dipped lower and stroked him through his pajamas. He sucked in a sharp breath and raised his head to look at her with surprise.
"What, baby? Did you think this was a one-way street? You get to have fun too." She ran her fingers down the length of him lightly, and again, delighting in the expression he made while closing his eyes.
"I already was – having fun – Summer. Oh God."
"You want me to stop? I don't think so." She pushed gently against his chest until he rolled onto his back, running her fingers under his shirt across his belly. "Will you help me with these buttons?"
He raised his head and undid buttons as she watched.
"Oooh, look at you. Yum." She ran her hand over a muscular chest as he sat up to take off his shirt. She shrugged one arm out of hers and he helped her with the other side. "Lay back down."
He settled onto the pillows watching her intently as she kissed across his stomach and chest, finally reaching into his pajama bottoms and running light fingers all along him, then tightening her grip. She pushed the elastic band down until he was exposed and took him slowly into her mouth as he drew in a deep breath and tensed up. "Summer," he choked out in a strained voice.
His breathing became ragged as her lips and tongue explored, then found a rhythm. It was such a turn-on to hear his quiet gasps and moans, and feel him shake with pleasure. She gave him just enough to get him really worked up, then stopped.
"Ah – Ah - You're not – like done? Are you? No? You're not? Please?" He panted and raised his head to look imploringly at her.
She smiled at him. "You liked that, huh?"
He rolled his eyes and his head dropped back to the pillow. "That was officially the dumbest question anyone's asked in my lifetime. Maybe since man started walking upright."
She laughed. "Aww, my poor baby. We've got all night, ok?" She lay next to him and kissed him as he reached for her.
He turned over and slid on top of her. "Does that hurt?"
"Nothing hurts, Seth. Stop asking me that."
"Ok. But I have to ask this - Summer, do you know what you're doing? I mean; the drugs in the hospital made you think you were seven years old and Minnie Driver - are you by chance hallucinating that I'm Orlando, Ben or Matt?"
"No! Is that what you think? Pain pills aren't as strong as "happy shots", silly. They just relax you and take the edge off. I know exactly what I'm doing and exactly who you are." She ran her hand over his bare back and pushed her chest against his. "Mmmmm. You feel good."
"As do you." He dropped his head to her shoulder. "But maybe we should stop. Before things get out of hand."
"Seth, I don't want to stop. I think I want things to get out of hand."
Seth suffered an extreme stomach flip again. "You d-do?"
She was suddenly insecure. "You don't want to? I thought – am I too? – I know I look bad with all the bruises –"
"Damn it, Summer, stop that. That has absolutely nothing to do with anything. Repeat after me. 'My boyfriend thinks I'm beautiful.'"
It was quiet.
"Say it, Summer. Now."
"My boyfriend.........Seth thinks I'm beautiful."
"Very good. And I do. Even with bruises you're the – God – most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Now, about the getting out of hand. Of COURSE I want to, are you smoking denial crack?" He moved his hips against her, causing them both to gasp.
She giggled. "I have to say I'm feelin' your point."
He groaned and dropped his head to her shoulder. "Geez, everybody's a comedian. Look Summer; let's think about this logically. You, my foolish girl, were hit by a CAR and thrown into a pillar two DAYS AGO. Case closed."
"You, my irritating boy, weren't there when the doctor said I could resume normal activity, now were you? Case reopened."
"I would imagine by 'normal activity' she meant sitting on the couch watching TV with a bag of chips in one hand and a Diet Pepsi in the other. Ten jurors in my favor."
"I would imagine by 'normal activity' she meant whatever I wanted to do, since that's what she SAID. The court has made it's final ruling."
"Oh."
"Is that all you have to say?"
"No. I'd like to add that I can't believe I just argued against having sex. And I hate it when you're right."
"Get used to it, little man. You'll learn soon enough that as your girlfriend, I'm always right. Besides, we were tickling each other earlier and that didn't hurt."
"True, but that only lasted two minutes, and I'm praying to Jesus and Moses that this won't be over that quickly."
She laughed. "I'll send up another prayer for that, Seth."
"Ok. We should be covered then – the powers that be can't deny both of us. Hopefully. So let's back up a sentence. I swear I heard you call me 'little man', which I am not finding humorous."
"It's FUNNY! Oh – never mind." She pushed her hips against his. "Mmrrrrowr. Ok, so little doesn't apply in this case. In fact, I'm afraid that might not fit."
"Wha – What uh - it m-might not whathehellareyoutalkingabout? That's a joke, right? They always fit in porn. Not that I uh, watch porn. It's a funny joke. Flattering, yes, but funny and joke-like. Right? Summer?"
"Kidding!" She called out, laughing at his flustered response.
He nodded sarcastically. "Oh hey! THAT'S right! Take advantage of the virgin. Ha ha."
"So, do you have any other excuses regarding why we shouldn't celebrate, Cohen?"
"Protection?"
"Covered. And I've been tested since I changed my wild ways. A year ago the shrink made me realize I was looking for someone to love the only way my dad taught me. The wrong way. Does that, does that bother you?"
"I don't care about your past. It's you and me here now. One other thing, though." He laid his head on her shoulder again.
"What is it?"
"No - never mind."
"Spill it, Cohen. Honesty."
"You know I've never.........never. I'm worried that uh, it'll suck for you."
"Not possible." She stroked his hair. "Quit worrying."
He raised his head and kissed her. "Ok then! I'm thinking we've talked this thing right to death, how about you?"
She nodded thoughtfully, playing along. "Pretty much. You wanna just go to sleep now?"
"Yeah, why don't we? I'm kinda bored."
"Me too." She yawned and closed her eyes, erupting into giggles when he pretended to snore. "You're such a dork."
He slid lower and began working a nipple with his lips and tongue. "Would a dork do that?"
"Uh – no - myGOD Seth - a dork would – oooooh – not."
"How about this?" His head moved slowly down her stomach, kissing and sucking while he continued teasing her nipples with his fingers.
"Ah – no – baby you're notadork. Ahhhhh - I lied."
"That's my girl." He sat up and pulled on the waistband of her pajamas. "Lift up a little and say goodbye to the horsy pj's." He threw them to the side of the bed and waved to them. Grinning, he turned back to her and the smile faded as his eyes slowly swept up her nude body. He breathed "God, you're perfect," and his gaze finally met hers. She'd been watching him with uncertainty, feeling decidedly vulnerable until she saw the awe and desire in his eyes.
She smiled shyly. "Your turn."
He laughed nervously. "Yeah. That might help." He was suddenly unsure of everything as he slid his pajama bottoms off, feeling like a fumbling clueless kid with no idea what to do next. The warm, unmistakable look of affection she gave him relieved most of his anxiety.
"Come here, baby." Her voice was low and had a note in it he'd never heard before.
He stretched out next to her on his side, marveling at her body, hating the injuries that were so apparent now without clothes covering them. He traced lightly across the bruises on her shoulder and broken arm then reached across to the side where the car had hit her. The discoloration ran from under her arm down to mid-thigh and across her hip almost to the middle of her stomach. It looked incredibly painful. "We don't have to do this now, you know. It looks like it hurts."
"How many times have I told you it doesn't? Why are you so paranoid?"
"Oh I don't know, maybe because I SAW the car slam into you and I SAW you knocked into the pillar and I SAW you smash into the ground, and I thought you were dead and it still haunts me. I don't want to be the cause of any more pain. I don't want you to hurt anymore. That's all."
She leaned to kiss him. "Oh Seth, I'm sorry. You're so sweet. I guess I'm lucky - I don't remember it happening. But I PROMISE I'll tell you if you hurt me."
"Ok, Ok. Then quit talking so much. Geez. I'm trying to do stuff here." She rolled her eyes as he grinned at her, then dropped his head to her chest again.
She closed her eyes, feeling the sparks as he moved slowly down her body with his mouth and hands. She had an instant of déjà vu from her dream earlier before his tongue found her and she cried out, arching against him.
Seth sat up, looking surprised. "Did I make you do that?"
She panted twice then spoke. "Seth, for the love of God, shut up and keep doing it."
He smiled and did a confident toss of the head. "I AM damned good."
They explored each other for a while, discovering things the other liked, then trying new ones. They didn't have to speak; she looked at him with need in her eyes, and his own desire reflected back at her, sending the anticipation coiling inside of her into a fever pitch. He settled between her legs and pushed slowly in, then held still as everything faded away and his world consisted of only of Summer beneath him. A few of his senses returned finally, and he realized she was moaning beneath him. He looked down at her. "OK?"
She gazed up, eyes filled with pleasure, and nodded.
He kissed her and spoke through clenched teeth. "That's good, because I've found my newest obsession. To hell with comic books."
He began to move, slowly, trying to remember to be gentle because of her injuries. It felt incredible, and she began moving beneath him, pushing back and sending him deeper. He groaned and opened his eyes to see her watching him with a small smile. He kissed her again and again, trying to convince himself that she was really in love with him and being inside her wasn't just another fantasy.
He'd been holding himself up on his elbows, trying not to put too much pressure on her hip, but she pulled him down on top of her with a surprisingly strong arm. Feeling her breasts pushing against his chest and her entire body pinned beneath him motivated him to move faster, and when she pulled her knees up, he lost control, pushed to the brink by the increased pressure. "Oh God, Summer – I'm –"
She stopped moving immediately. "No, no, no, sweetie. Stop! Quit moving right now!"
Her tone was urgent, and he forced himself to withdraw, hating every second of it. "Uh, why am I being punished again?" he gasped, then muttered "Cruel and unusual – inhumane – which authorities do I alert?" He moved his weight to the side and collapsed partially on top of her. "Are there sex police?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Quit whining, Cohen - I want this - to be amazing for you. - You don't want to come yet - trust me."
"Trust ME, I DID want to. - And just to set the record straight - we blew past amazing a while back – and were quickly approaching – incapable of speech or rational thought. - Last stop – stunned comatose - Thanks for denying me the experience."
"Shut up." She kissed him, murmuring, "You'll thank me for real later." Her tongue probed his mouth, and he felt the need for her stronger than before, if that was possible. She reached down to stroke him, and finding him still hard, pulled her lips away from his to whisper in his ear. "I want you so badly, Seth. Please? You feel so good."
Her words sent fire streaking through him and he positioned himself over her and began again. "Oh My GOD. It's twice as intense" he breathed. She was writhing under him, moaning for more. After a while, an instinctive urge to go deeper sent his hands to her hips, holding them still as he moved in her at a strong, steady pace. "Does it hurt?"
Her eyes were closed, and she smiled. "Do I – Oh God - look like it hurts? - Oh Seth – I'm so close."
He locked his lips onto a nipple, and she whimpered, grabbing his hand and guiding it lower. He rubbed two fingers lightly where she showed him, and raised his head to watch as she gasped and moaned louder. He moved his hips faster and she began to cry out every time he slid in and he felt her tensing, finally coming with drawn-out moans and hips jerking against his as he continued through her orgasm, watching her eyes, distant and full of raw, primal pleasure. He felt incredibly powerful, having taken her to that place and sent her over the edge, making her feel so good she appeared to be unaware of her surroundings as she rode it out. She called his name in a low husky voice full of passion and she sounded so damned sexy; her body so unbelievably hot as she trembled under him. His need was twisting tighter and tighter inside him and there was only Summer and him, watching one other; wanting to see the other's experience and it overwhelmed him finally, sending white-hot waves of pleasure pulsing through him and he stiffened, straining forward while the intense sensations washed over him again and again, then slowly faded away until he was sapped of strength. He collapsed on her shoulder, gasping for breath. Distantly remembering she was hurt, he shifted off to her side, resting his head on her good shoulder and hugging her close. She lowered her cheek onto the top of his head, and sighed contentedly.
Their breathing gradually slowed and he became aware of her fingers stroking slowly through his hair. He was afraid to speak in fear of disrupting the moment, the air heavy with emotion and the recognition of a new, profoundly intimate bond between them.
He pushed himself up and kissed her, long and deep, then gathered the covers over them, and slid his arms around her from the side, throwing his leg over hers.
She snuggled against him happily. "How did you know? All those years ago?"
"How'd I know what?"
"You said you've liked me since you were ten. How did you know we should be together?"
"It's not like I'm psychic or anything. I was ten. I thought you were pretty. Then I thought you were passionate and funny, a perfect match for me and I wanted to know you. You grew up and got prettier and more sarcastic and witty and I wanted you to know me."
She turned her head and kissed his forehead. "And now I do." She giggled. "BOY, do I!"
"Is this where I'm supposed to ask if it was good for you? Because I will not surrender to the tired cliché. Besides, I was uh – actively participating. From the looks and sound of it, I'm convinced you enjoyed it." He grinned slyly at her.
She rolled her eyes at him. "OhmyGod, you sound like an arrogant water polo player already. Tell me, 'Mr. Inexperienced Virgin', how do you know I wasn't faking it?" He continued to stare at her, raising his eyebrows expectantly. She finally sighed, giving in. "Ok, you're right, it was beyond good. Happy?"
He smirked and nodded. "Uh huh. And you can just call me Seth, goddess. I am no longer a virgin."
"That's right. I made a MAN out of ya. So how about you? You were pretty quiet. Makes it kinda hard to tell."
"Really? I was quiet? That's just weird, considering how I love expressing myself phonetically." He kissed her again and whispered in her ear. "I've never experienced anything that intensely awesome in my life." He rolled onto his back, shaking his head in wonder. "How did this happen? Summer Roberts is my girlfriend! And we just had sex! How did my life go from craptastic to fantasy world that quickly?"
She turned on her side and grabbed his hand. "Because you finally got through to me. I do love you, Seth."
His insides rearranged themselves. "I'll never get tired of hearing that." He kissed her. "And I can't stop kissing you, sorry. Hey! Are you all right? Are you in any pain?"
She grabbed his throat, pretending to choke him. "Will you stop asking me that already? I told you I'd tell you. I hurt a little, that's all. I'm just really sleepy."
He looked over her at the clock. "Whoa! How did it get to be 4am? Come here, girlfriend." He gathered her closer. "You're going to sleep. You need your rest."
"So do you. You're sleeping too, aren't you?"
"Of course I am. It's my manly duty to pass out after incredible sex with my girlfriend. You're lucky you got all this chatter tonight - it's only because I'm a rookie, you know. Next time I'll pass out immediately afterward, ok?" He laughed. "Did you hear that? I was just talking about incredible sex with my girlfriend. Because I actually have a girlfriend and we just had sex. Incredibly." He kissed her again. "And she's you. The girl I'm in love with. Um. Hey. There WILL be a next time, right?"
"Did you get into my pain pills?"
"Noo, no, no. I'm just totally stoked. I'll be quiet now. I'm really tired too. Good night, Summer. I love you." He squeezed her gently.
"Aww. I love you too. Night, baby."
"Wait. One more thing."
"Yeah?"
"Righty and Lefty are fired."
She burst out laughing. "Thanks for the update."
"I thought you should know. Because well, you're sort of replacing them – but not like I'm trading them in, don't think that, because you're like, SO much better there's no comparison. They wouldn't even have any trade-in value, really. Actually? It would be kind of like trading in a 1963 Pinto Wagon for a new Lamborghini. Just, completely useless. God, Summer, that was so amazing. You have no –"
"Baby?"
"Yes?"
"I love you but shut up and go to sleep. We can talk all about it in the morning, ok?"
"Oh yeah. We're both really tired and going to sleep. Right. In the morning. 'Night."
"Good night, sweetie."
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Seth was dreaming about warm hands and fingers running all along his back and chest and stomach as he slept on his side. They trailed down his arm and continued down his thigh, stopping to rub gently on his hip. Someone warm and naked was spooning against the back of him, and fingers began to make a slow crawl over his hip. He recognized kisses and a hot tongue tracing patterns on his back as the warm fingers found him and traced his length lightly, again and again. He felt a spark ignite inside, growing into a slow burn as the fingers became a hand gripping him gently, beginning to move. He situated himself on his back to give the dream hand better access and immediately felt soft lips warm against his own as the grip tightened, forcing him to take in a sharp breath, then a tongue was probing and he kissed back, meeting the tongue with his own as the burn spread through his body. The lips left his mouth and began traveling down him; the covers disappeared, leaving him chilled. Slowly, the understanding that this wasn't a dream penetrated his brain. He opened his eyes and Summer was kneeling beside him, giving him a quick soft smile, showing him brown eyes gone liquid with desire. She continued her descent with lips and tongue slowly, finally reaching him and teasing until he was ready to scream. She raised her head and crawled up to kiss him, moving her body over his, then she sank slowly onto him as he watched her expression change to open-mouthed pleasure. He arched up under her, his head pushing down into the pillow, and his voice was low and strained. "My life rocks. My life kicks ass. OhmyGod, my life is so much better than everyone else's." Her movements soon began to hurt her so he sat up and hugged her, then rolled her carefully under him. He made love to her slowly and tenderly while overwhelming her with kisses in her hair, on her lips, on her forehead, her neck and throat.
Summer was having an out of the ordinary experience. Seth was being so gentle, handling her like she was porcelain, kissing her everywhere. She was so warm inside, and he felt so unbelievably sweet moving in her, it was unlike anything she'd experienced. Before him, sex was raw lust, usually a short build-up then she would strain for the release while enjoying the closeness of another person, and when it was over she would lie there, feeling more empty and alone than before. She would begin counting, and within five minutes the reasons they had to leave suddenly would be offered with a brief kiss and the inevitable "Call you later" that never happened. On the rare occasion one of them would want to stay, she would find herself making up excuses for why they couldn't, desperate to get away from the clinging boy she suddenly couldn't stand.
This morning she'd opened her eyes, instantly realizing this was the first time she had spent the night with anyone after sex. She'd gone to sleep in his arms, and woke up holding him, suddenly feeling a rush of emotion that nearly made her break down. She'd sat up and looked at him – his hair tousled and his face in sleep as innocent as a child's - in amazement that this honest guy, so open and caring and willing to drop his life to take care of her, had told her he was in love with her. She'd believed him when he said it, but right now she knew it as a certainty, because he wasn't getting laid, and he wasn't just getting a piece of ass. They were making love. Seth Cohen was showing her how much he loved her right now and she knew it like she knew her own name. She could FEEL it.
He kissed her again, still moving so gently, just a little faster, and she was overcome with emotion, hot tears springing to her eyes. He pulled back from the kiss and stopped, concern in his eyes.
"What is it, Summer?"
She whispered. "You love me."
"I do. More than anything."
"Show me again."
He began again, moving in her as tenderly as before, whispering to her between kisses, telling her how much she meant to him, and how happy he was they were together; how good she made him feel, and that she would never be alone again. Her tears were sliding down into the pillow and her pleasure inside intensified. He came, moving deeper, and the experience of feeling his release was so erotic she was suddenly overcome by a surprisingly different release of her own. Sweet, intense bliss rolled through her tinged with the awareness of belonging and love. It slowly subsided and she lay back, weak from the strength of it. He held her and kissed her over and over again as she cried, giving in to the emotion.
She finally became quiet and he started to slide off to one side. "Please don't. You're not hurting me."
"Whatever you want. Are you ok?" He put his head back on her shoulder.
"You love me."
"Didn't we do this already?" He teased her.
"Shut up, jerk. I felt it. It was so different – so easy and good and - satisfying."
"I agree completely. It was nothing like the first time but just as amazing." He yawned. "I'm sorry, but you're wearing me out, woman. And that is in no way, shape, or form a complaint."
"Go back to sleep, baby. I won't apologize for waking you up, though."
"Oh HELL no. Every morning should begin like that. Or some variance of it." He kissed her. "I'm just gonna go right over here, ok?" She smiled and he slid to one side, ready to get back in the position she liked.
"Why don't you go that way, so I can spoon you again?"
"Awesome."
He settled on his side and she pulled the covers up on him, then pressed against his back, sliding her arm around him. "You like that?"
"Mmmm Hmmm."
"Good. Go back to sleep now, Seth."
"K."
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