As the semester continued, Seth and Summer's relationship remained steadily. Finals were not that far away and Summer had managed to maintain her composure. Seth was proud.

Like any other normal Tuesday afternoon, Summer was sitting on Seth's floor munching away on a box of wheat thins. Seth was on the bed trying to distinguish between acids and basis for chemistry.

"Cohen," she let out with a sigh, "I wish I could lie out right now. "I am so white, I'm starting to look like you," she complained.

"Summer, what do you expect, they have actual seasons here, and it's almost winter."

"I know, but I never thought I'd miss the sun so much. And my bikinis."

"Well, we're going home in less than a month, so you can indulge all you want then."

Before he could even finish his thoughts, she got up off the floor, grabbed her keys, and headed for the door. Seth, who didn't know what she she was doing, couldn't even ask as he heard his door slam.

Ten minutes later, she returned with a suit in her hand. Seth gave a classic, 'what the hell are you thinking' look while Summer just smiled.

"Cohen, I'm not going anywhere. I'm just gonna put it on for a little bit, while I study. Besides, you have the heater up really high in here."

Seth continued to stare while she began pulling down her jeans, "that's because it's 40 degrees outside Summer."

"I know that's why I'm gonna lay in here." He turned around and plopped back on his bed. He couldn't decide if she was totally crazy or if all 18 year old California-native girls studied in their suits when they felt like it. He opted for crazy as he heard her shed the rest of her clothes.

"Seth," she said seriously, "this clip is stuck, can you help me?" Seth sat up slowly as she turned her back to face his front. As his nimble fingers worked above her soft skin, he decided this was definitely not going to help with his concentration.

"There."

"Thanks," she said cheerfully. Summer returned to the floor, lying on her stomach and began to read. Seth watched her content body calmly focus on the work in front of her. How the hell did she expect him to concentrate with her like that.

"Summer, are you punishing me for something."

She looked at him curiously, "No, why?"

"As much as you enjoy being like that and as much as I enjoy looking at you like that, this is not gonna work. You really think you are going to study like this, because all I want to do is reach out and touch you."

She giggled at little, "Cohen, I swear I'm not trying to torture you. I just—I feel—I don't know. I feel better like this, free or something. Tell you what, I should be done in one hour, can you wait that long?" She asked.

Seth frowned and stuck out his bottom lip. "Okay, fine."

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The longest hour of his life, Seth decided.

"Okay Summer, it's been exactly 60 minutes. Can you please shut your book now?"

"Hang on, let me finish this last paragraph." Seth joined Summer on the floor by sitting next to her and stroking her long auburn hair. As much as he knew Summer loved playing with his hair, he was sure he enjoyed running his fingers through hers more. He moved up and down her back streaming his fingers on her hair and skin. When she didn't move, he leaned in and placed kisses across her back and down to the strap of her suit. He could see the goosebumps on her arm shoot up.

"Cohen…" she began. His mouth and fingers continued to stroke until she finally shut her book and sat up. She smiled at him and he leaned in to kiss her. It was short kiss, but the way he leaned his head, trying to capture her lips as much as he possibly could, filled it with passion. Seth reached for her bare waist and puller her into his lap. He leaned in again, replaying a kiss just the previous one. It amazed Summer that every time Seth kissed her, it felt new to her. After he pulled away, he said, "Please don't study like that every again."

"Yeah, but its fun afterwards," she replied back.

"This is true," he said and they both started laughing. She got up off his lap and took her hand in his, pulling him up to his bed. His hands went immediately back to their spot on her waist. They landed on his bed and continued kissing, slowly and sensually. Unlike most teenage relationships, Seth and Summer had plenty of practice controlling their hormones. With surprise interruptions from parents, they were skilled in the art of releasing grasps and slowing breathing.

Both of their hands were found in each other's hair as they legs began to intertwine. Summer leaned her head back on Seth's pillow as he balanced on top of her. She tried readjusting so she could get more comfortable as he went in for her neck, ardently teasing her. She giggled a little and he mumbled something.

"What?" she asked laughing.

"Ah, nothing," he said smiling, as he went back to her soft neck.

As time passed, Summer felt her body heat up, not helped by the minimal covering on her chest and bottoms. She pushed Seth up so he could take off his shirt. Both panting, he grabbed the bottom of the shirt and threw it, then returned to her neck. He moved down to her chest and she inhaled sharply, grabbing hold of his hair, hanging on for dear life. The feel of his breath against her caused her breathing to quicken as he continued down to her bare stomach, stopping at the edge of the bathing suit. Just as he was about to bring his fingers up to help pull the lycra fabric down when he heard his phone ring madly on the desk. Ignoring it, he went back to kissing her belly. After the second ring he gave up and left a very tranquil Summer on the bed. Not concerned with talking on the phone at the moment, especially not to his dad, he turned the ringer off.

"Just my dad," he answered to a questioning Summer, while walking back to the bed.

"Mmm," was all she said before he climbed back on top of her, this time going for her lips. She captured them and savored his lips. A few seconds later, they both heard a high vibrating noise come from the corner.

"Seth, why don't you just get it. I mean, it must be important," Summer said concerned.

"Fine," Seth said annoyed. He got up and flung the phone open.

"Hey dad. What's up," he started the conversation. "No, I was ah, just studying," he said while smiling to Summer.

"Dad—just tell me. Okay. No, I'm fine. What's wrong?" Summer listened, trying to distinguish what the conversation was about. Then she saw his face sink. His lips turned the wrong way and his forehead scrunched. "Oh," he said solemnly. "Okay. Yeah. Bye."

Summer looked at him curiously, "Is everything okay?"

Seth sighed, "Ah, not really," he said flatly. "The Nana died. Yesterday."

A/n: Okay, first of all I know the Summer in her bikini idea was pretty lame, but I know where I am going with this now. And this isn't going to be all S/S in college, where they study and make out. Something is coming. Something big, bad, and scary.