Thanks guys! I didn't expect this one to be popular. Oh, Ryan91, I am Australian…it's funny you noticed. Yah, I have lived in Australia all my life, and I love it. Oh, and Elise, the constructive criticism is appreciated, so don't you guys be afraid! Ok, Valentine's Day… I would recommend that kids under the age of 13 should not read this!

Marissa, wake up. Marissa…Marissa…

Marissa heard the faint, distant voice. Groaning, she snuggled further down in her blankets, pulling a pillow over her head. A hand was resting on her shoulder, and she quickly shrugged it off.

Marissa!

Jumping at the sudden raise in tone in the familiar voice, Marissa sat bolt upright. Her long, light brown hair was tussled; the key to knowing that she had a good sleep. Slowly, she opened one eye, to see Ryan on the end of her bed. Somehow, she knew it was going to be him; she wanted it to be him. Smiling groggily, she looked at the clock. It read 5:30. A look of shock/horror suddenly took over, shaking her head in disbelief. Sure, they woke each other up most mornings, if they didn't spend the night together, but never THIS early.

'Well, you're an early bird. What's the occ…' she started, then realised. Leaping forward out of the feather-filled covers, Marissa wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on each cheek. 'Happy Valentine's day, Babe!'

'Ah, nice save', Ryan replied, kissing her back. 'And don't worry; I got you up for a reason.'

The two fell back against her still warm bed; Ryan slowly removed his wife beater.

'Good reason', she mumbled tauntingly.

These scenes never seemed to turn into sex of any type, just mere shows of passion and play. Ever since the episode with Luke, Marissa had been putting off sex. Putting it off with everyone, actually. Summer had asked numerous times if her and Ryan had gone that far, yet she failed to let out any info. When she was ready, she would let him know. Giggling, Marissa toyed with his hair.

'So, do you want your present?' she asked, reaching under the bed.

It had taken her many hours the night before, to put this whole she-bang together. It even required a little help from Seth and Summer. Pulling out a neatly wrapped package, tied together with a red ribbon, Marissa nibbled one her bottom lip as she handed it carefully to Ryan. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he took it thankfully.

'This is great, even before I have seen it. See, I told you they made up Valentine's Day for a reason.' Ryan teased, but it didn't really faze her. It was just his personality, just in case he thought the present was gay or something. Smiling faintly, she rested her head on his shoulder and urged him to open it.

Slowly, Ryan undid the ribbon. Presents in their relationship had never been very important, yet appreciated when they appeared. Both found that the best gift was the one without words or a card, or anything for that matter. A kiss, hug or smile was all that was needed to make one another happy. Even so, Valentine's Day was still an occasion, which needed special surprises.

Carefully pulling off the sticky tape, Ryan leet out a little gasp as the paper unfolded, revealing a little scrapbook. On the front, it featured a picture of the couple together, with Ryan and Marissa : An everlasting love, printed below. A small smile grew and grew as he flicked through the pages full of photos and memories. It amazed Ryan at what she kept. There were movie tickets, receipts, little notes and tokens of trips. The love she felt for him was all wrapped up in this seemingly small pieces of paper stuck together. And, how right it seemed.

'I wasn't sure if you would like it. I know it isn't much…I'm sorry, I should have got a watch or something, a thing you could use', she started rambling, getting herself worked up. 'God, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll go down the shop and buy you something else. I knew I would stuff this up..'

Whipping around quickly, Ryan smothered her mouth with his own. Marissa pulled him closer, till then were laying flat on the bed. Ryan positioned himself on top of her so he was not putting any weight on her frail frame.

'No, look, it was a stupid, stupid mistake. It's ok to laugh. Mean, WHO makes a scrapbook? What am I, two?'

He put his index finger to her lips,

'I love it, more than you can imagine..', he said huskily, before moving in to kiss her again. Somehow, their relationship had changed, from a teenager summer fling to a serious, adult like relationship.

Cupping his face in her hands, Marissa entwined her tongue with his. No one could kiss him in such a sweet, luxurious way. Slowly, she pulled her night dress off, then bra. Ryan had seen her naked before, sure, but not for THIS reason. Looking at her curvy, yet slim figure, Ryan felt immediately aroused. But not wanting to rush her, he asked,

'Marissa, are you sure? Don't think that you have to on my benefit'

She smiled, before unbuttoning his pants,

'I'm sure. I know you want this, almost as much as I do. Did you lock the door on your way in?'

Ryan nodded slowly, smiling lovingly. He hadn't been expecting this, it was just a precaution they took every time they were alone together, because family and friends seemed to walk in at all the wrong moments, traumatising them and the victims.

He was careful, treating her like the fragile object she was. They were making love, rather than just having sex.

It had been a long time since she'd put sex on any kind of pedestal; she'd come to think that was simply immature and that sex was a natural part of relationships. Not that it wasn't, but it made everything so different between her and Ryan.

Marissa giggled as Ryan scooted down her body, kissing her abdomen. But quickly she brought his head back up, and the real fun began. It wasn't to long till Ryan had gotten inside her, her back arching with sheer pleasure. The pounding of their hearts together could have woken the sleepiest of giants. They rolled over several times, kissing and caressing all the while.

'Are you sure?', he whispered in her ear one last time, only to feel her grab his buttocks and pull him inside her.

All at once, Ryan and Marissa exploded. He thrusted into her softly, yet full of long awaited love, a whole new kind of love. Soft moans escaped Marissa's mouth, then Ryan's, then in usion as his thrust became faster and faster. Marissa griped at his back, nails digging into his skin. Every now and again, Ryan would bend down and kiss her full on the lips reassuring her, before starting up again what she loved so very much.

They used protection, obviously. After the whole Theresa debacle Ryan was always careful that he carried a condom wherever he went. Not that having a child would be bad, just that wrecking her life would. And, they were both way to young to be thinking about kids or marriage, though he often did. That's right; Ryan wanted Marissa to be called Mrs Ryan Atwood, Mrs Marissa Atwood. It had a ring to it.

Before long, the couple were tired. Ryan lay down beside Marissa, with her head in the crook of his arm. Her long hair fell about her shoulders, her cheeks a rosy shade of pink. Sometime's, Ryan had to pinch himself. How did he, the bronco from Chino get the sweetest and prettiest girl in Newport? Needless to say, Marissa was also amazed at her luck.

'Ryan?' she asked sleepily, snuggling up against his chest.

'What?'

'Do you know how much I love you?'

Ryan chuckled to himself, rubbing his hand up and down her back in rhythmic strokes.

'Way to kill the mood, Einstein! It's not funny!'

Suddenly, Ryan went quiet. Looking at his ravishingly beautiful girlfriend, Ryan lifted her head up to his.

'I was thinking the same thing, Marissa. I love you to'

After that, they made love again... Several more times. It was no longer a new thing; they knew what pleased each other. They no longer had to worry about what one another thought, because for once, they thought as one. Marissa and Ryan had never before been so connected, physically and mentally.

Lying down again, Ryan pulled a blanket over them both, and before long, Marissa had fallen asleep, cuddled close in Ryan's arms. Although it was only 7:00 in the morning, he was so tired. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn't slept all night, for he was thinking of how lucky he was to have such a great life, a great girlfriend. Although he was thankful to Sandy, Kirsten and Seth, Ryan was eternally grateful to Marissa. As one once said, she put the light in his eyes. Ryan was proud to say he was whipped, so was Marissa.

Ryan…

Slowly, he awoke from his slumber, to find that Marissa was on top of him. Her nose was inches from his, and a broad smile was cast across her face. Ryan couldn't help but smile as she pecked him on the cheek with an enthusiastic kiss.

'I brought brownies, Lemonade and chicken sandwiches. You hungry?' She said, bringing over a tray with the food and placing it on the bed.

Quickly, Ryan sat up, kissing her temple before digging in,

'Ravishing babe'

Marissa was the best sandwich maker. After all, it was the only thing she could cook beside's 'Mac and Cheese', but each meal was prepared to perfection. She had put just the right amount of butter and mayonnaise, with pepper and salt.

Before long, the pair had gobbled down the whole meal. Marissa was already dresses, wearing a tight wife beater (which she stole from Ryan) and a little mini skirt. She knew it would taunt him. Shaking his head in disbelief, Ryan went to have a shower. She knew him better than he knew himself. From their first date, she teased him about it. "Can I wear your tank top so I can look as cool as you?" she said, tauntingly, and she knew it rang bells. Chuckling to himself, Ryan slipped into the shower.

'You know, sometimes your cruel', he called from the hallway

'I know, and you love it!

The hot water ran down his back, causing a shiver to go down his spine. The water was a blast, and very refreshing after the morning he had had. Washing his hair, shaving and putting on fresh clothes (which he had brought, just in case they got into their routine food fight), Ryan realised he loved Marissa's house. Not exactly her family, but hr and her house were ok. All right, more than ok. HE LOVED her AND her house.

'C'mon, it's time for your present' he said, finally walking back into her bedroom. Marissa was sprawled across her bed, reading the latest issue of 'Vogue'.

But that didn't stop her from jumping straight into Ryan's arms and rushing down the stairs. She was so exited she almost pissed her pants.

'Cool, let's go!'

Ok, so I hate this chapter. I was really unsure of how to put it! Put reviews are always welcome! I was finding it hard to make the sex scene good, but not kinky or raunchy lol.