chapter four: A Surprise Fear and a Surprise Dinner

author's note -- this is a pretty fluffy chapter but dont worry not everythings completely perfect between SS. they still have a few obstacles but...anyways, you'll see! i'm thinking about making a third story after this one, what do you guys think? review i love hearing feedback its really helpful...thanks!

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The sun shone brightly into Summer's eyes, but the warmth had no affect on the icy snow she slushed through as she walked to the top of the mountain on the stairs, linking arms with Marissa. Seth and Ryan trailed behind them, but neither pair was paying any attention to the other's conversation.

"Oh my God, Coop, this is not a short walk at all," Summer whined, resting her head on Marissa's shoulder.

"I guess this is why they created ski lifts," Marissa mused.

"Yeah, well either I'm getting amputated or that's how we're getting around after this!"

Marissa giggled with her best friend. Summer's smile was so bright, she looked happier than she had in a while. Marissa knew something was different with her best friend. She figured she was back with Zach, but they hadn't talked about what happened when Summer called Zach about the whole Seth debacle. Besides, Zach had never made her that happy.

"So, how did things with Zach go?" Marissa asked casually.

"Good," Summer said simply.

"Good?" Marissa asked skeptically, "That's it?"

"Well..." Summer admitted, "I told him. And he said it was fine...and then I kinda broke up with him."

"So you and Seth hooked up?"

"Coop!" Summer exclaimed, and then said quieter, "Is it that obvious?"

Marissa rolled her eyes, "You're happy. Yeah, it's that obvious."

Summer grinned back at her friend and then turned her head. She stuck her tongue out at Seth and he did so back. She smiled -- maybe it was really going to be an awesome trip.

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Seth held onto Ryan as he wobbled in his skis.

"Cohen, get your hands off Coop's boyfriend," Summer said.

"He's strong, okay? And this ski thing isn't working out too well," Seth complained.

"Yeah, I can tell," Ryan noted.

"Can't we just snowboard?" Seth asked.

"No!" Summer and Marissa exclaimed in unison.

"We came here to ski," said Summer, "Our parents paid for our skiing lessons when we were little, and now we want to show off our skills,"

"Okay, then go ahead," Seth said with a smirk.

Summer shrugged and strapped on her skis. She started making her way down the mountain when, within the first five seconds, she fell face forward. The whole group erupted into laughter.

"Wow, those lessons paid off!" Ryan said.

Summer lifted her snow-caked face out of the snow and Ryan was met with a snowball directly in the face.

Those ski lessons were never put to use as the whole group spent the rest of their time playing in the snow.

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"This is kinda high," Summer noted, looking down from the ski lift.

She kicked her heels and the cart shook a little.

"Oh my God! Cohen, this is totally unstable!" she shrieked.

"It's okay, I heard plunging to your death is basically painless," Seth said.

"Are you trying to scare me?" Summer said angrily.

"No, but you're scaring me a little. Please don't have a rage blackout up here," Seth pleaded.

"Heights freak me out." Summer said with a shrug.

"We've been in planes. Remember Newton's Third Law? It works."

"I don't trust anyone named Newton after I had some bad fig cookies,"

"Ew, never mention that night again," Seth said, beginning to feel a little sick.

"Never say 'ew' again," Summer replied.

"I won't if you don't freak out," Seth retorted.

"I can't help it, okay!" Summer exclaimed.

"I can," Seth murmured.

And with that, he pried her lips apart, and the height was forgotten.

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"They have Chinese places around here right? Because I was talking to Marissa, and we discovered a atrange bond over orange chicken," Seth called to Summer as he walked into the room.

"I already told them we're not coming for dinner," Summer called from the bathroom.

Seth noticed that on the nightstand next to the bed there were a few things that got his thoughts wandering -- chocolate sauce, champagne, ice cream, and, Oh God, was that a bucket of ice? Summer commanded him to lay down on the bed, and as she walked out, his mind was simply racing.

"Oh my God...you own one of those? And I've never seen it before?" Seth asked in disbelief.

Summer giggled and looked down at herself, a little embarrassed. She and Seth hadn't done anything like this in so long. They were creative when they were together a lot, but they'd been apart for so long. Until last night when they rediscovered just how great it was being together, in every sense. Since then Summer couldn't deny she'd had a longing to be close to him all the time.

Seth couldn't stop staring. She was wearing a crimson lace babydoll negligee, matching panties and garters. They both knew that the getup was a little cliche, especially the garters (which Summer had turned as red as the lace when purchasing) but Seth figured there was a reason things were cliche. They always worked.

Summer sauntered over to the bed, lips in a sultry pout. She spread herself over Seth's reclining body, his back aganist the headboard. She lightly went over his manhood, her touch already beginning to have an affect on him. Summer met his lips, grasping him into a long kiss. He tugged at her bottom lip gently with his teeth, her eyes shutting as she drifted futher into the kiss. She regained control and stripped off his shirt, forcing his body down so that he was completely lying down. She straddled him and ground herself aganist him slowly, then took a gulp from the champagne bottle. Without swallowing, she leaned down for a kiss, sharing the liquid with him. Seth already felt like he was drunk, completely in a haze and submissive to whatever Summer pleased.

She wasted no time and lathered the chocolate sauce onto his stomach. She laced her fingers though his own and licked in up-and-down motions, her center rubbing aganist him as she did so. Seth watched her with wide eyes, the combonation of her tongue and the friction driving him wild.

"Oh, God, Summer..." he moaned.

She smiled aganist his skin, then continued to rid him of all the sauce left.

"I'm still hungry, Cohen," she hissed, scooping a little vanilla ice cream onto his skin.

She moved up his chest, sucking and licking. With a little left, Seth pulled her body up to his, engulfing her in a kiss. Their bodies moved together, her legs tightening around his waist. She moved down again to finish him off, licking all the way down to the waistband of his jeans. She then unbuttoned him, the thin fabric of his boxers stretched by his hardness. Seth lightly flipped her over and rolled next to her reaching for the sauce. Lifting the bottom of her negligee slowly abover her head, he watched her tan skin slowly become even more apparent. Summer took deep breaths as she watched him put the sticky substance onto her, her eyes wandering all over his body as her hands still were pressed to the headboard. For a moment she felt a little stupid. She was still in high school, not a romance novel. Seth was her gangly, dorky boyfriend. It all seemed a little out of place. But then she grinned to herself, watching him slowly move down to her. It didn't matter, because that's not who they really were. Seth wasn't Seth, he was hers, her Cohen, and he wasn't a water polo player in the slightest, but it didn't matter. He made her feel good, perfect, and that's all she needed.

Her body moved aganist his tongue as he traced the lines and swirls of chocolate with his tongue, moving slowly up to her breasts. He sucked and licked the chocolate off of her hard nipples, Summer biting her lip and attempting to hold back moans. Seth slowly traced his fingers down her stomach, her skin hot under his touch. She sucked a breath in, tingling with anticipation. Seth hooked two fingers into the waistband of her panties, the crimson lace sliding down her tain legs. Summer laid her head back on the pillows and shut her eyes as she felt the sensation of Seth's finger enter her gently, then a second. He probed her lightly, causing her to hushed moans to become louder. "Oh, you know what I want, please..." she hissed.

Her hips immediately bucked to his tongue as it met her clit, torturing her with every movement. His pace increased as her saw her muscles become tighter, her chest rise and fall faster. She couldn't help but ask for more as he sucked her clit lightly, exploring all of her. And then -- she felt something she hadn't before.

"Oh my God," she moaned, voice drenched in pleasure.

"Was that not okay? It didn't hurt, right?" Seth asked, looking up at her automatically.

She looked down at him through her blurry gaze, lips forming into a smile.

"No, it defenitely didn't hurt. Do it again," she said, her voice in that tone she thought only people who spent all day having sex pr thinking about it could achieve.

Seth hadn't almost forgotten how sexy it was when Summer took charge, but now it was going to be burned into his memory. He defenitely didn't mind going back down at returning his attention to her center, once again grazing his teeth aganist her clit and even biting it in the lightest way possible. He continued to lick and suck on her and the familiar waves went through her, from her toes to every other inch of her body.

"Don't stop, don't ever stop, God, just don't stop!" she groaned, her voice growing louder and louder.

Seth didn't, and she released, her body sweating, hips grinding to his mouth more and more. She caught her breath as Seth watched her recover from her orgasm. He then crawled up to lean aganist the headboard with her as they both came to the sitting position.

"Huh," she said, letting out a huge breath.

"That, that was okay?"

"No, I'm totally going lesbian now," Summer replied, a smile playing on your lips.

"That is okay, just let me watch," Seth joked, moving his lips to her neck and planting a brief kiss there. His hardness cotninued to press aganist his boxers, and he noticed Summer's eyes fall to it.

"How about I..." Summer began.

"No, we have all night, you know?" Seth said, kissing her neck once again.

Summer grinned and took the champagne bottle from the nightstand, taking another sip. She passed it to Seth, who took one as well.

"Passing a bottle isn't too romantic, you know," Summer said with a shrug, then slipped the red babydoll top over her head again.

"Okay, we're not done, right?" Seth asked, "Because then I actually am left with a problem."

"No, I just don't want to spill anything on me," Summer said, taking the bottle back.

"You could, it'd be okay. I'm sure I'd find a way to get rid of it," he replied.

"Oh, really? Dishtowel method?" Summer questioned.

"Now, I'd just hose you down," Seth said with a sigh.

"Oh, how sexy!" Summer exclaimed jokingly.

"My middle name," Seth said.

"I know, you just look so ... delicious. I could just," Summer said, then dipped her fingers in the bowl of ice cream, "eat you right up."

Seth's nose dripped with the vanilla treat, which she quickly got rid of with a kiss.

Seth retaliated with taking some of the ice cream onto his own fingertips and smearing it onto her face, then licking it off. The little food fight continued with many giggles and taunts.

"Okay, now it's just dripping all over me. This is where the maker of ice cream failed." Seth noted, looking down at the trail of vanilla that began at his neck and was quickly traveling to the middle of his stomach.

Summer grinned wickedly, then crawled in between his legs and licked the line from the top down, then lingered above his hardness again.

"So this little guy just won't go away, huh?" Summer asked, grazing him with a few fingers.

"Little guy? Thank you, you've just granted me with the phrase every boyfriend needs to hear his girlfriend say when talking about him," he said, his voice wavering a little but staying under control.

"I guess I wouldn't say little," Summer whispered, straddeling Seth's hips, moving her mouth to the area above his erection.

"Really?" Seth asked.

Summer nodded, continuing her descent up his body. "More big..." she began.

"Summer, I believe you are talking dirty to me?" Seth questioned, watching her lace-covered breasts as she continued to move ever so slowly.

Summer smiled as a response, continuing with her whisper, "Huge, even. So...hard,"

Seth watched as her lips hovered above his. She whispered to him, "Maybe I'll even get to," and snaked her hand down his stomach and below the fabric of his boxers, "Touch?" Then she pried his lips open, their tongues meeting and her hand moving aganist his hardness. She began to jerk him faster, but he reached down and laced his hand through hers.

"You know what goes really good with champagne?" he asked, then guided her hand into the ice bucket.

She placed one of the chips into his mouth, and then it slowly melted in their mouths. She began to lift the bottom of the top above her head, when he stopped her.

"I kinda like it," he whispered, her body hovering above his.

"You like it more than my boobs?" Summer asked.

"I dunno," Seth whispered, "It's kinda..." and he licked btween her lace-adorned breasts, "Hot."

Summer couldn't help but smile as she pulled down his boxers, finally realising his cock. He placed his hands on her bare hips, their eyes locked in a gaze. He held her above him, then slowly lowered her onto him until he filled her completely. She bit her lip, the anticipation over. He began slowly, but couldn't hold himself back. Summer bit her lip and threw her head back quickly, her deep brown hair flying backwards. Seth raised his hips to hers, going faster, the friction between them driving them both wild. Summr leaned down to him and the pair were engulfing in a deep kiss, lips and tongues meshing together as they were completely whole. Seth used all the strength he had to sit up aganist the headboard, lowering his hands to Summer's skin.

"Oh, Seth," Summer moaned, meeting his every thrust. They had been building up to this all night, and it couldn't have beeb better.

He reached two fingers down to her, teasing her clit.

Myabe it couldn've been better.

"I want you to come before me," Seth hissed in her ear, his mouth kissing around the skin.

Summer held her hands on his shoulders, riding him hard.

"I want you to come more than once," he said again.

His pace quickened and they went harder, bodies banging aganist the headboard, almost so much the walls were shaking, or maybe everything was just blurring and spinning to Summer, she couldn't even tell anymore. Not with Seth saying those things and his tongue doing that.

"I want to fuck you so hard," he hissed.

"Do it, then, fuck me hard, fuck me so hard," Summer responded, her legs hooked around him tightly.

"Come for me, Summer, I want you to." he said, their hips grinding together and he touched her spot even more, slowly and subtly applying more pressure.

She bit her lip, her body riding up and down on him, eyes beginning to flutter. It hit her hard, waves crashing all through her body, harder and stronger than before.

"You make me come, Seth" she moaned, "You make me come, I want to come for you, oh Seth, Seth, Seth, Seth!"

Her grasped her lips into a tight kiss as she tumbled out of her orgasm, sweat coasting her skin and pushing aganist him. Seth slowed his pace, a little surprised that he'd been able to contain himself. Watching, feeling Summer achieve her climax was always so hot for him, but he wanted her to do it again, he needed this to last.

He quickly lifted the negligee over her head and began to rail kisses down her chest, beginning to circle her breasts with his tongue.

"I like the boobs more, you know," he said, breath aganist her skin, then switched positions so that he now hovered above a still panting Summer.

"Cohen," she breathed, heavy, "I'm ready again. You can..."

Seth nodded, picking up his pace inside of her. He sucked at her nipples, her body tingling. Their lips then met, biting lips lightly and tongues meeting slowly. She lifted her legs around his hips, one hand draped around his neck and the other down to his back. Seth reached one hand that wasn't supporting him down to her round ass and gave it a gentle squeeze, and she giggled. But the laughter quickly faded once he quickened his pace to a lightening speed, crashing into her even faster than before. His body was taking over and he couldn't hold back.

"Oh, Seth," she moaned lightly, eyes fixed on the way his hips moved into her.

"Say it again," he said.

"Seth! Make me come again," she demanded, her only thoughts on their bodies together, the feelings she was feeling.

Seth braced his arms and tilted himself upward. He didn't slow down after at all, but now the contact was deeper, better, and then...Summer gasped and said his name barely audibly, but he heard. His dick grazed her clit with the first few thrusts in the new position, and then pressured it more. It was the feeling that always got them, every time, and this time it felt better than every before.

"Am I making you come?" he asked, his hips moving rapidly.

"Oh, yes, so hard. Fuck, just fuck me, please, make me come, harder!" she hissed, her body demanding the pleasure he gave her.

Summer bucked her body torwards him, their bodies closer than before. Her hard nipples rubbed aganist his sweat-coasted chest, adding to the many sensations they were feeling. Seth could feel himself tumbling over the edge, and he watched Summer to make sure she was joining him. Their contact was at its highest point, and Summer screamed his name, begged for more as she crashed over the edge again, falling harder than the previous. Seth released into her, both bodies on complete highs.

Then they collapsed, his body on top of hers. Exhaustion took them both over, and Seth took a little while to lay on his back. They caught their breath and Summer rolled onto her side, laying her head on his bare shoulder.

"That was...so. Good," she whispered in his ear, planting a kiss.

"Why did we ever break up?" he asked, still breathing heavy.

"Tomorrow, for that," she panted, eyes shutting slowly.

"Yeah. So about that Chinese..." he began.

"Oh, God, shut up," she said, hand tracing on his stomach, then lightly over his dick.

"Again? No, no, no."

"I completely agree, trust me. That...that was, well...enough good fucking for, like, a century." Summer replied, eyes opening again and lashed fluttering aganist his skin.

"Really good. I never knew I had that in me. Until, last year, when...yeah." Seth said, mumbling a little incoherently.

"Do you regret anything?" Summer asked dreamily.

"No. Because make up sex is just...wow," Seth replied, sleep already pulling him in.

"Shut it, Cohen, or you won't be getting anymore," Summer warned kiddingly.

"As if you could resist, you only want me for my body, afterall," Seth said.

"Yeah. Okay, sleep now."

"Defenitely sleep now."

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