Time Keeps Everything From Happening At Once Chapter 5: Tantric, an o.c. fanfic

A/N: I'm losing motivation for writing the rest of this story because right now I only have one reviewer! Please R&R! I'd be so happy I'd poop hearts.

Warning: Sexual Content (who's complaining?)

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Tantric

(3 weeks later)

-Marissa-

I woke up at 1 in the afternoon, holding my stomach again out of habit. I still have the weight I gained from pregnancy. I mean, I have a flat stomach again but I'm not quite as bony as I used to be. I'm still as lazy as I've always been though. Didn't get up. Just lay there for a while.

I heard the front door click open. I growled as I lifted the pillow and smooshed it into my face.

I'm gonna kick Trey in the balls. That fucker never knocks.

I heard Summer's voice say, "Rise and shine Coop!"

You've gotta be kidding me.

I took the pillow off my head, tossed it at her legs and rolled back over.

"Coop! Come on!"

"Whaaaaaat! Leave me alone," I grumbled in a cranky tone.

"Coop. We've decided you're moving in with us. You don't have to stay forever or anything. But we've got plenty of space."

"Why do you want me to live with you?" I protested.

"It'll be fun! And besides, who wants to live alone?"

"Fine," I grunted.

"Yay! Coop, this is going to be soo-"

I pushed her out the front door before she could finish talking. Well I don't think she ever finishes. I looked out the peep hole and her lips were still moving. I stood there watching until she finally shrugged and hopped away. She really resembles a rabbit sometimes.

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I finally gained the determination to get showered and put my hair up. That determination disappeared once it was time to get dressed so I just threw on a pair of tiny shorts and a tank top. It's like 90 out anyway.

I figured since I'm not living with them forever, I'm going to pack as if it's a vacation. Maybe I won't have to leave this one early.

I got about 10 boxes from the neighbors and started filling them with mostly clothes, toiletries and books. Oh and shoes too. Mostly just flip flops and kids 'cause I'm usually too lazy to wear anything else during the summer.

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I finally got to Alex and Summer's place around 7 or 8 that night. Alex didn't have much closet space so I had to put most of my boxes under the bed. I didn't know why, but Alex wouldn't let me sleep on the couch.

We stayed up all night for about a week straight. We'd just hang out in the living room watching horror movies and eating like pigs. I think they're trying to keep me fatter or something. By the time the three of us would get into bed, we'd crash as soon as our heads touched the pillows.

One morning I came home after being out with Seth all night and slept on the couch because I heard some strange buzzing noises coming from the bedroom. Didn't go in. Just didn't wanna know. Memory erased.

-Trey-

I was kinda beat from going down to the shore with the guys for the past few weeks. It seems like it'd been a real long time since I've seen Alex. And every chemical that passes through my body, pushes her farther away. Makes it a little easier.

"Dude, get up. It's like 4 in the morning. The sun's comin' up already."

Volchok kicked me in the ribs so I sat up and watched him blow the dust off the rock and gather the razor blades into his pocket.

"I'm goin' to the roof while it's still dark. Are you comin'?"

"Sure, wait up," I answered, half asleep.

I stood up, trying to balance while my feet sunk into the sand.

We got up onto the roof within about 5 minutes. I glanced over at Volchok while he was looking at the water. He must have still been high because he was acting a little weird. He was smiling at nothing. What a queer.

All of a sudden he chuckled and said, "Since you fucked up with that Alex chick, you haven't had any ass in like over a month, huh?"

"Ha ha. Oh and I'm sure you've. had bitching pouring out of your pants right? Don't rub it in."

"Actually, I'm in a bit of a dry spell right now. Sucks ass," he said grinning, putting his arms behind his neck.

"Yeah."

"Well I could probably get Marissa between the sheets faster than you can say the word whor-"

"NO. YOU CAN'T," I interrupted.

"Whatever, man…" he mumbled, glancing over at me with his bloodshot, drunken eyes.

Ten minutes had passed without either of us saying a word.

It was still dark. I took my cell out.

What a dumbass. It's only 1.

When I stuck my cell back into my pocket, I saw him staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I just kept staring at the water. The waves rolled closer each time, crashing against the docks and splashing up over the railings of the wooden bridge walkway.

Still out of the corner of my eyes, I saw him looking in my direction.

Don't look. Don't look.

Finally I had to look back at him 'cause I figured he was just messin' around or something.

So I looked at him and said, "What's up man?"

He didn't say anything. He just gave me this weird baked look. He can't still be high, he's gotta be fakin' it.

He finally said, "Hey, check it out," pulling my arm higher on the roof, so I scooted up.

"Must be a hell of a concert in there," he sniffed the smoke coming from the metal chimney pipe. "That's some good has down there. Do you smell that shit?" He kept staring at me.

Lights are dimmed, the aroma of the incense fills the room

He moved in toward me confused, I backed up, but his face only moved closer.

I felt something move against my stomach so I looked down. Volchok's hand started lifting my shirt.

Why am I letting him do this?

My shirt lifted up over my head and he placed it on the other side of him. We started at each other the whole time.

Roll the curtains, welcome inside, send the outside's lusty doom…

Slip my shirt off, as our eyes lock…

Presence of your electric thoughts

He moved his chest closer, his arms shaking against me. My lips quivered a little and right when I closed my eyes, I felt his lips gliding between mine, as I tasted a hint of alcohol.

Bashful motives so you notice how the slippery lips will cross

Oh, don't stop now

Heavy breathing, slowly pleasing, gentle strokes

Moistened entry, stay above me

Very loudly, state the pose

Make it tantric, I won't panic, I'll submit to each command

Long consumed in all of you in your demand

Oh, don't stop now

I heard footsteps just as Volchok threw me my pants.

The concert's getting out.

"Hurry up!" he whispered.

He was fully dressed already as I was wiggling my pants back on. I shook them too much or something so my cell phone fell onto the surface of the roof. It slid toward the edge as me and Volchok lunged to grab it. It bobbled between our hands and dropped. We looked over the edge and watched it whack the top of some guy's head and cracked on the cement. A group of water polo players looked up at us.

"Hey what are you doin' up on that roof, huh? Fags!"

More people gathered in front of the Baitshop looking up at the roof so we jumped off the back.

Volchok ran in one direction. He ran in the direction of his home. I ran the opposite way, to nowhere. I had no home, no place to go, but I just kept running anyway. I ran until I couldn't even stand anymore.

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Disclaimer: I do not own The OC or any of its characters. The song is "Tantric" by iiO. They own the song.

A/N: GASP! What happens next! ;o)