The third scene picks up with the three girls getting back to the apartment. It is earlier than Marissa suspected, because it only took Summer and Branning two hours to find a dress, so it was only 7:00 when they arrived back at the apartment. Summer and Caitlyn both are carrying long garment bags with their dresses hanging in them and bags with accessories and shoes, while Marissa just has her bag from work, which has something hidden inside of it. The apartment is dark though, so it appears as if no one is home, but Summer knows better. Before she yells for him though, she switches on some lights.
Summer: Cohen, your pervy ass better be dressed because we have company! (His voice drifts into the entry from the living room.)
Seth: Who? (Summer motions for Caitlyn to follow her, and Marissa sneaks into her room undetected. She shuts her door quietly and opens her bag and pulls out a Victoria's Secret bag and puts it in her dresser. Then she takes her cell phone out and notices that she has a new voice mail.)
Marissa: (Smiling) Ryan. (She puts the phone up to her ear and begins to listen to it. As she listens, her smile fades and she sits down on the bed dejectedly and lays back down on it, shutting her phone and just remaining there, her sister, Seth, and Summer momentarily forgotten. The camera goes back to the living room. Seth, who had been sitting in front of the Playstation, has paused his game and is looking up at Summer as she speaks and at Caitlyn who just stands awkwardly.)
Seth: So, you're Marissa's little sister.
Caitlyn: (She turns to Summer and smirks.) He's a quick one you have here!
Summer: Don't remind me. (She rolls her eyes while Caitlyn laughs and Seth briefly pouts before he gets an idea and moves on quickly.)
Seth: So, can you cook, too?
Summer: What the hell does that matter Cohen?
Seth: Well, I just thought that if Caitlyn can cook, too, then maybe we could convince her and her sister to work together to whip me up a gourmet meal.
Caitlyn: Nope.
Seth: I get it; you don't want to work with another chef in the kitchen. It's your territory, your inner oasis and no one can invade it even if it is just your sister. Now that I think about it, I'm surprised that the Nana and Marissa could work together for Seder.
Caitlyn: (Her voice and facial expressions show that she is confused.) No, I don't cook, and what the hell is Seder?
Summer: Seth's family is Jewish. It's some holiday they have with Passover. I don't know. I memorized their backwards book once, but I just don't pay much attention anymore.
Caitlyn: You're Jewish? (Seth shakes his head and stands up twirling around and playing with his Jewfro.)
Seth: Now who's the quick one!
Caitlyn: Touché. So, does that mean that Ryan is Jewish, too?
Summer: Chino, well, let's just say he's never really found religion.
Seth: And if he had, he'd probably be a Chew because the Kirsten…
Caitlyn: That's your mom, right?
Seth: Good, you're tracking, yeah, the Kirsten she's my Mom and she's a gentile.
Caitlyn: So what does Chew have to do with that?
Seth: Christian and Jew combined makes Chew.
Caitlyn: So, wouldn't that make you a Chew, too?
Summer: Oy, this is gong no where good! (Seth just rolls his eyes and continues talking ignoring her.)
Seth: Nope, well, except for Chrismukkah.
Caitlyn: Chrismukkah?
Summer: Oh wow, look at the time! Where could Marissa be? I think I'll go and check on her. (She scurries out of the room and towards the hallway where the bedrooms are. Once she's gone, Seth turns to Caitlyn to speak to her.)
Seth: Do you really want to get to know each other?
Caitlyn: No, why?
Seth: Do you Playstation it?
Caitlyn: (She sits down beside him and starts to play.) Thought you'd never ask. (Seth smiles at her in a side ways glance restarts the game so that it can be two players. The camera leaves them and goes back Marissa in her room. She is not laying on the bed any longer, but instead was changing. As she walks out of the bathroom putting her shirt back on, it is obvious that she has her new lingerie, a navy blue silk bustier, on under it. As Summer knocks, Marissa rushes her shirt down her body and grabs the bag from the store and shoves it back in her drawer. Summer walks in to find Marissa slightly breathless.)
Summer: What's going on? Is Chino hiding in here?
Marissa: No, why?
Summer: You're out of breath.
Marissa: (She thinks for a second before replying.) Um…you scared me. I wasn't expecting anyone to knock. (Summer eyes her suspiciously, but accepts what she said as the truth.)
Summer: So speaking of Chino, where is he?
Marissa: Oh, he had something to do. He'll be late. (Now Summer is really curious.)
Summer: He's had something to do a lot lately, all day yesterday, all day today, and now tonight. What's going on?
Marissa: Nothing's going on. (She avoids her eye contact.) I'm going to go make dinner. (With that Marissa walks off into the kitchen leaving Summer in the room alone. As she is walking out, a piece of paper on the floor by the dresser catches her eye. She goes over and picks it up. It is the receipt from Marissa's lingerie. Summer smirks to herself and puts it on Marissa's nightstand, leaving the room, and shutting the door behind her. The camera leaves the room and goes to Sandy and the Officer who is in charge of the case against Trey and Dan. They are sitting in the detective's office. The door is shut, blinds drawn, and the room is grimly lit with just the overhead light. It is definitely not a place someone would want to spend their evenings. While they talk, the cop eats his dinner.)
Officer: Are you sure we can't call anywhere and get you something to eat?
Sandy: No, thanks, I'm good. My wife and I both got a late start this morning because we had to make some family plans, but we're meeting up for a late dinner.
Officer: How have you been? I haven't seen much of you down here lately.
Sandy: Busy. Besides work, I've been helping my father-n-law…
Officer: (He laughs out loud.) That had to have been fun! I'd love to see you and Caleb Nichol working together!
Sandy: Unfortunately, I can't say it's the first time, but it was the most pleasant. Not to be rude, but…
Officer: You came here for a reason?
Sandy: Yeah, and I need to leave here in a few minutes to make my 8:30 dinner reservations with my wife and daughter.
Officer: Alright I'd ask what can I do for you, but that could get me into a lot of trouble knowing you, and if I were a betting man, which I am, (Sandy laughs at him as he changes the expression) I'd say this was about the case involving your son and his girlfriend.
Sandy: Am I that obvious?
Officer: I'd say you're just a good Dad, and even when you came down here to socialize and have lunch before, you still always asked about the case. I've been surprised that you haven't at least called to check in about the case.
Sandy: (He chuckles.) Well, the last time I called to check in, one of your officers told me under no uncertain terms to not call back…ever. They said that you had just chewed them out for continually putting me through the line, that sometimes they just needed to say that you weren't in the office. (Both men laugh together.) I take it I caught you on a bad day?
Officer: Oh, everyday is a bad day; that one must have been a nightmare. But, I'm afraid, I don't have any news for you.
Sandy: Still?
Officer: It's as if they just dropped off the radar. I mean, if we had someplace to look for them, something to trace, but nothing. The longer this goes on, the less likely it is we'll catch them before…
Sandy: Before they strike again, and this time do something worse.
Officer: After all the work they put into what they did before, there's no way their satisfied with what they got. They will strike, but we have no idea when, how, why, or for what, and I don't like it.
Sandy: You don't think it! This is my son and his girlfriend we're talking about. Every time that our phone rings late at night, I instantly think that something happened, that they were attacked again, but this time were not so lucky.
Officer: At this point, all I can do is tell you to make sure they don't go anywhere alone, stick to public places, lock their doors, and watch their backs. I don't have enough men to assign someone to watch them, I wish I did, but as it is, we're already strapped.
Sandy: And the investigation?
Officer: Going onto the backburner. If we get new information, we'll start up again, but as for now, I can't keep guys on this case when there are some out there we actually have a chance to solve.
Sandy: I don't like it, but I understand.
Officer: Good. (Both men stand up.) I'll let you know if we hear anything new.
Sandy: I'd appreciate it, and if the kids remember anything else, even if it seems trivial, I'll let you know.
Officer: (He laughs.) Oh, I don't doubt that. (They shake hands.) Now, get going. You can't stand your wife and daughter up…well not at least if you want to remain on their good side!
Sandy: You don't have to tell me twice. (He waves as he closes the door behind him. As soon as he's gone, the officer buries his head in his hands and rubs his eyes, exhausted. He settles back in his chair and resumes working on paper work. The camera leaves him and goes back to the apartment. Marissa is mid-recipe when she hears the door bell chime. There is food spread all over the kitchen as she is trying to cook, her hair is up and messy, she has an apron on, and she looks slightly flushed as she works hard. She is making a ham-asparagus lasagna. Yelling, she calls for someone to help her. She is listening to music while she works. The song is The Arcade Fire's "Neighborhood 1, Tunnels". After hearing the doorbell ring a second time, a frustrated Marissa puts down the noodle she was arranging in the baking dish and tries to straighten her appearance as best as she can but gives up and goes to answer the door. As she is walking towards it, she yells out into the rest of apartment.)
Marissa: Thanks for your help everyone else! I was trying to cook and none of you could get off your lazy asses and help me! (She lowers her voice and speaks to herself.) Looks like you don't need dinner then. I know of a much better way to put it to good use. (She stops talking to herself and plasters a fake smile on her face as she opens the door, but when she sees the person on the other side of it, the smile fades quickly and is replaced with a slightly panicked expression. After a moment of silence, she finally breaks through her guard and speaks up so as not to be rude.) Uh…come in, please. Caitlyn is just off doing what….I'm not really sure, but I'll just go get her. (She starts to walk off, but Jane puts her hand out and stops Marissa who turns around perturbed and annoyed as she wants out of this awkward situation as soon as possible.)
Jane: I know I was supposed to meet Caitlyn downstairs and not come up, but I wanted to finally officially meet you. Please don't walk away.
Marissa: Look. This is hard for me. I want Caitlyn to be apart of my life. We're sisters. There was a time in my life when she was the most important person in the world to me….
Jane: And now?
Marissa: Ryan is, but I don't see how that's any of your business. You had 21 years of my life to seek me out and try to form a relationship with me; it's too late now, I don't want one. Caitlyn does though, and I'm glad she has you. She needs someone other than Jimmy.
Jane: Jimmy? (She is confused as to why Marissa is calling her father by his first name.)
Marissa: If he were a dad, maybe he would deserve to be called one, but he's not, to me or Caitlyn, so calling him that is an insult to all the real dads out there, dads like Sandy.
Jane: Sandy Cohen?
Marissa: Yes. (She turns around and begins to walk towards the living room in search of Caitlyn, but Jane's voice stops her once again.)
Jane: That's it? That's all you have to say to me?
Marissa: (Exasperated, she lets out a prolonged and tired sigh.) What do you want me to say?
Jane: Anything! Yell at me for not being a part of your life, ask me questions about your family, tell me about yourself, whatever you want to say, just don't push me away.
Marissa: Yes, but that would require me to care, and I don't…at least not right now, maybe someday. (She stops for a moment and looks at Jane like she is studying her.) Look, you seem like a really nice woman, and Caitlyn loves you, you're good to her, but right now, at this point in my life, I don't want you to be a part it. It is finally good, no, not good, great, and I don't want to do anything to mess that up. Who knows, maybe when Ryan and I have children someday, I will want them to know their great-grandma, but for now, just take care of Caitlyn for me. (With that she turns around and leaves the room as Summer walks into it. Summer sees Jane and pulls Marissa aside for a minute so that she cannot see or hear them talk.)
Summer: Is that….
Marissa: Jane Cooper, my missing in action for 21 years, grandmother, the one and only. (Summer laughs at Marissa's description causing Marissa to smile.)
Summer: What's she doing here?
Marissa: Well, she's picking up Caitlyn, but she was just supposed to wait downstairs. I think she came up here to talk to me, perhaps apologize for never meeting me, I don't know, but whatever she's selling, I'm not buying. I have too much to do, dinner needs to be finished and then I need to get cleaned up.
Summer: (Giggling again while taking in her friend's disheveled appearance.) You're certainly not too neat in the kitchen there are you, Coop?
Marissa: It's the sign of a good cook.
Summer: I bet you made quite the impression just then to one of the grand dames of Newport society.
Marissa: Oh yes, and we all know that is at the top of my priority list. (The girls don't notice, but Seth sneaks up on them after listening in on their conversation for a moment.)
Seth: Well, it's what I live for! (Marissa jumps slightly, startled, and Summer whirls around, eyes blazing at Seth.)
Summer: What the hell do you think you're doing Cohen! I swear, if you were eavesdropping, I'll pull your eardrums out with my eye brow tweezers and feed them to my pet piranha!
Seth: You don't have a pet piranha. (He rolls his eyes.)
Summer: Not yet, but keep it up Cohen, and you'll be doing more than sleeping with the fishes, you'll be there dinner! Now go and annoy Jane long enough for Marissa to find Caitlyn and say goodbye.
Seth: Find her?
Marissa: Yeah. The last thing I knew she was talking to you. Where did she go?
Seth: She didn't go anywhere. She's still in the living room where you left her, formerly kicking my ass at Halo. What the hell is with the Cooper girls and the Playstation?
Marissa: You were playing a snowboarding game? (She laughs.)
Seth: Yeah, why?
Marissa: Seth, did you forget we're from out east? Caitlyn used to go snowboarding every weekend. Boy, she saw you coming from a mile away and suckered your ass!
Seth: Oh, what's that? Yeah, Jane's lonely. I'm going to go and talk to her. (He leaves and Marissa, with Summer, walks into the living room where Caitlyn is still playing the video game but solo this time. Summer talks first.)
Summer: So Caitlyn, it was nice to officially meet you, and I'll see you this weekend. (She gives her a slight wave, which Caitlyn smiles at and returns, and then she walks out of the room heading down the hallway to her room. After few steps, she turns back to Marissa.) Hey Coop, will you let Cohen know that I want to see him when he's done? Thanks. (Turning around, she quickly finishes her descent down the hall and disappears. When she is gone, Marissa turns Caitlyn who has shut off the game, put the controler aside, and stood up.)
Marissa: So, Jane's here.
Caitlyn: (She smiles at the mention of her grandmother's name.) Oh, okay.
Marissa: Well, I guess I'll see you this weekend? (Caitlyn goes over and slings her arm across Marissa's shoulder hugging her to her.)
Caitlyn: Yeah, you will, now would you quit acting like this?
Marissa: What?
Caitlyn: Like we're strangers, like there is this wall between us. We're sisters, a few months apart is not going to change that, nothing will. Now come on, the sooner I get out of here, the sooner you can do what you have planned. (Caitlyn winks at her sister and they walk out of the room together laughing conspiratorially. Once they reach the entrance, the girls hug and Caitlyn whispers to her.) Have fun. (Marissa laughs as she lets go of her sister and turns to Seth.)
Marissa: Summer wants you for something in your room.
Seth: (He smiles.) Oh, okay. (He turns back to Jane.) See you later Mrs. Cooper. (He gives her a slight wave and then ruffles Caitlyn's hair.) I want a rematch!
Caitlyn: (She laughs.) You're on, but I'm still going to beat your ass!
Seth: Those are fighting words; sure you can handle the pressure?
Caitlyn: Sure you want to get beat again by a girl?
Seth: (He avoids her comment and stares down and walks into the hallway.) What's that Summer, coming! (Jane and Caitlyn laugh as Marissa moves to the kitchen door, opening it and standing in the doorway a second before she speaks to Caitlyn.)
Marissa: See you Caity.
Caitlyn: Bye Marissa. (Marissa goes to close the door, but Jane's voice stops her.)
Jane: Bye Marissa. It was nice to actually speak to you.
Marissa: Bye, Jane. (She closes the kitchen door and walks away. Jane stares after her for a moment but as Caitlyn walks out of the apartment, she refocuses upon what she is doing and follows her granddaughter, shutting the door after she leaves. The camera leaves the apartment and goes to Caleb's office. He is working at his desk. The office is starting to become dark as the only light that is on is on his desk and the light from outside is fading as dusk sets in. There is a soft knock on his door, which makes his head move up and look toward sit.)
Caleb: Kiki this is a surprise. I didn't expect to see you tonight. What are you still doing here?
Kirsten: I actually needed to speak with you.
Caleb: I can't believe you're willing to be in the same room with me, I mean, after Sunday and not being able to come up with anything.
Kirsten: Look, I'm still mad that you acted so rashly, but (She avoids his eyes and lowers her voice because she has to give in some in their argument.) I love that you wanted to protect your family. You just need to think things through a little bit more and listen to Sandy when he gives you advice. But, this is not getting us anywhere. Julie is out of prison and not going back …at least for now. Knowing her, she'll do something else and then we'll be waiting there ready to nail her.
Caleb: (He laughs at her enthusiasm towards putting Julie away.) Nail her, nice, classy terminology there, Kiki. So, what is it that you needed to speak with me about?
Kirsten: Oh, well…. (She is hedging because she does not exactly want to ask him but is desperate.)
Caleb: Just say it.
Kirsten: I was wondering if you had plans Friday night.
Caleb: As a matter of fact, I do.
Kirsten: You do? Doing what?
Caleb: (He laughs.) Is it so hard to believe that I could be going out on a Friday night?
Kirsten: Please don't tell me you have a date! I think we've had enough lady drama with you to last us at least the rest of the year. Sure, I'd prefer if you never dated again, but I'm not naïve enough to think that would ever happen.
Caleb: It's not a date.
Kirsten: Oh, good. So, then what is it?
Caleb: Who's the parent here? I think the more important question is, why do you care so much?
Kirsten: I was going to ask a favor of you, but if you already have plans, I guess I can't.
Caleb: What was the favor going to be?
Kirsten: To watch Zoe.
Caleb: Oh, so you're going, too. I figured as much. Do you want to ride up together?
Kirsten: What are you talking about? You were invited to the launch party?
Caleb: Yes.
Kirsten: By whom? Summer?
Caleb: Marissa.
Kirsten: Marissa invited you to the launch?
Caleb: Yes, why is this so difficult for you to grasp.
Kirsten: Because you and Ryan….I mean, they are dating, and…
Caleb: And what? Marissa and I understand each other, I like her, we get along. Sure, Ryan and I have not always seen eye to eye, but we're getting better, and now it seems as if we have a common interest.
Kirsten: Marissa? (He just nods his head slightly to show her that she is right.) Not that I'm complaining, but what makes you like her so much? You're not exactly the softest hearted man in the world, but it seems that she's been able to worm herself into your affections pretty easily.
Caleb: I don't know really. She's just so….different than anybody else I've ever met.
Kirsten: She definitely isn't very Newport, is she?
Caleb: No, and frankly, I find that refreshing. It doesn't hurt her either that she's so talented and smart, not to mention that Zoe just adores her. When I see them together…
Kirsten: (She smiles.) You don't have to explain. Trust me, Sandy and I, well we fell hard for her quickly, too, but not has hard and as fast as Ryan did. He won't say too much,…
Caleb: Really, I hadn't noticed. (He rolls his eyes and Kirsten just laughs softly to herself.)
Kirsten: But I think he fell for her the moment he met her.
Caleb: Aren't we being a little overly romantic here, Kiki?
Kirsten: What, you don't believe in love at first sight?
Caleb: No.
Kirsten: What about Mom?
Caleb: (This sends him reeling. He does not respond right away as he sits and thinks about what Kirsten asked him. She just watches him carefully, looking for a reaction. Finally, without meeting her eyes and gazing off into the distance like he is reliving his past, he breaks the silence and speaks.) You're mother was a very special woman. I'll never forget the first moment I saw her…. (He is quiet once again as he thinks back to the time when he met his wife.) I guess I did fall in love with her then, (He shakes himself out of his revelry and turns back to Kirsten.) but anyway, this is pointless and I have a lot of work to do.
Kirsten: (She laughs while he picks his paper work back up and starts to work on it.) Right, well, I guess I'll just have to try and find someone else to watch Zoe, because she can't go with us, obviously. (She stands up and goes to the door.) I assume that Neil's going, too. Why don't you call him up and see if you can go with him.
Caleb: Why, do you and Sandy want some alone time?
Kirsten: Yeah, so not having that conversation. (She laughs and leaves the room, shutting the door behind her. As soon as she is gone, he puts his paperwork down and goes back to daydreaming about the past. The camera leaves him and goes to the apartment where Seth and Summer are lazily laying in their bed, playing with each others hands and stealing kisses every one in a while. All of a sudden, Summer's stomach grumbles making the two of them laugh uncontrollably for a few seconds. Finally, once they stop, Seth rolls over and looks at the bedside clock. He notices that it is almost 9:00. Surprised, he turns back towards Summer.)
Seth: Whoa, did you see what time it is?
Summer: No, why?
Seth: It's almost nine.
Summer: Yeah so, we've been in here for a while, so what. Time flies when you're having fun. (She giggles and goes back to trying to kiss him.)
Seth: Yeah, and while we were having fun, Marissa was supposedly cooking dinner, but where is she. You'd think that it would be done by now, but she's no where in sight.
Summer: You don't think that she thought we went to bed, do you?
Seth: Only one way to find out, and besides, I'm hungry and obviously, you are, too, so even if she's not done, we'll just grab a snack while we wait. (He helps Summer off of the bed, taking her hand in his, and they walk out of their room. As they walk past Ryan and Marissa's door, it is open but the room is dark and no one is in it. They proceed to the living room, where they find it dark and unoccupied as well. No one is in the dining alcove; the table is not set.) I guess she's still in the kitchen then. When they push the door open, the room is void of Marissa, but it is a mess as her cooking supplies and pans are still sitting out. Looking around the room they spot a note on the fridge from Marissa once again.)
Marissa's Note: Look, I changed my mind. I'm not cooking you dinner tonight. After all of the times you do absolutely nothing to help me, Seth, and take my food for granted, I decided that you don't deserve a home cooked meal right now. I took dinner with me, and just to torture you, it was a salad, breadsticks, and ham-asparagus lasagna. I didn't bother with dessert, because, if I have my way, it won't be needed. Don't wait up….for either Ryan or myself. Have fun ordering take out and cleaning up the kitchen. Oh, and that wasn't a request. It was an order. Either clean the kitchen up or I'll stop cooking for good. Marissa
Seth: (His mouth falls open farther and farther as he reads the note, and finally when he reaches the end, he is completely and utterly in shock. Summer just looks slightly confused.) Do you think that there is a maid service open right now that we could call to clean this mess up, because I am not sticking these hands in greasy dish water!
Summer: Where the hell did she go? Obviously, she was meeting Chino somewhere, but where could he be. There's something going on here, and I'm going to find out what it is. Clean this up, Cohen, I have some thinking to do. (With that she stomps quickly out of the room, leaving a grumbling and mumbling Seth behind to complain to himself. Slowly and begrudgingly, he starts to gather up the dishes and pile them in the sink to wash as he puts food away and begins to clean the room despite his protests. The camera leaves him and goes to a dark, small office. Ryan is sitting behind his desk where there is nothing but a single, small lap illuminating the room, trying to concentrate on his work but failing miserably. He sighs heavily and rubs the back of his neck, slowly turning his chair to look out of the window into the glittering LA skyline. He does not notice Marissa standing in the doorway, already having set down her basket of food. She is dressed simply with the same clothes she had one before, her hair is up, but she has cleaned the cooking remains off of herself. As she continues to keep watching Ryan, he swivels back in his chair and looks at his clock, sighing loudly once again and going back to work only to throw his pen aside in frustration. She laughs silently to herself and steps out of the shadows into the room, but he still does not notice her because he is so wrapped up in his annoyance about having to be there. Finally, she speaks, her voice soft and sultry.)
Marissa: Missing someone? (His head shoots up and he locks gazes with her, instantly smiling and standing up to greet her, but she motions for him to remain seated. Going over, she sits on his lap, putting one leg on each side of his and wrapping her arms around his neck to draw him in to her. Kissing him softly, she pulls back to speak with him.) I thought you might be a little lonely and definitely hungry since you haven't probably eaten since lunch. So I brought you dinner.
Ryan: And?
Marissa: And…well that depends upon you.
Ryan: Me?
Marissa: Yes, I mean, I don't know how much time you have and I don't want to get in the way of your work, so…
Ryan: Oh trust me, you'll never be in the way of anything in my life.
Marissa; Yeah, but I also want you to come home tonight, and if me distracting you is going to keep you from doing that, than I'll just drop the food off and leave.
Ryan: (He pulls her back to him by placing his hands behind her head and drawing her face towards his, kissing her urgently and passionately, prying her mouth open with his so that he could mingle their palates together and take in her essence. He mumbles between kisses, his voice raspy with lust and desire yet tender and loving at the same time.) You're not going anywhere! (She pries herself away from him but does not leave his lap.)
Marissa: Yeah, but will you be able to make it home?
Ryan: I'll make you a deal. Stay with me, keep my company while I work, of course after we have a little break, because I won't be able to concentrate again until after I have you and I don't mean just those two little kisses, I mean all of. Once we're done having dessert…
Marissa: (Laughing.) You mean each other?
Ryan: One and the same in my book, but yeah, once we're done having each other, we'll eat dinner together while I work. As long as I can concentrate, it should only take me about an hour or so more to finish up.
Marissa: Sounds perfect. (She pecks him quickly on the lips before speaking again.) I'd love to watch you work…especially if you do it naked.
Ryan: (He laughs at her audacity.) Excuse me?
Marissa: I'll stay with you while you finish up your work if you do it naked.
Ryan: You're not getting dressed then either.
Marissa: That can be arranged, now, how about we get this party started, because I'm famished! (He nods his head in mock seriousness.)
Ryan: Me, too,….for you. (Standing up and lifting her with him, she giggles as he moves quickly and pushes all of his paperwork aside off of his desk. He laughs along with her.) I've always wanted to do that!
Marissa: Well, keep these late nights up and you'll be doing it a lot more!
Ryan: I could get used to that, but only if we go to your office some as well.
Marissa: And you desk at home?
Ryan: (He laughs again.) Honey, we can do this on any desk you want!
Marissa: (She joins in his laughter.) Good. Now, quit talking. I like you better silent. (He laughs at her, as she is teasing him and they begin to undress each other. He first takes her hair down so that it cascades down her back softly and runs his fingers through it, tugging on it playfully, while she slides his suit jacket off his shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. Staring at her, she moves her eyes up to meet his and sees a goofy grin on his face.) What?
Ryan: Do you care if we do something else I've always wanted to do?
Marissa: Nope. Experiment away. (He takes her hands in his and winds their fingers together as their lips meet again, and the kiss quickly escalates in passion as their hearts and bodies take over their minds and inhibitions are thrown to the way side. Letting go of her hands, which she immediately takes advantage of by beginning to unbutton his shirt, he moves in to remove her clothes, but laughing to himself, he rips her shirt off and lets the buttons fly around the room carelessly, leaving Marissa in her busier which Ryan just stares at. She laughs at him.) Is that what you wanted to do?
Ryan: (It takes him a moment to gain control of himself before he speaks, and when he does, his voice is shaky.)Yeah.
Marissa: Looks like I'll just have to borrow your shirt then for the ride home.
Ryan: Works for me. (With that speaking stops entirely. His pants are removed next, as she deftly unhooks his belt, pulls it out, tosses it aside, and then unbuttons his pants as well letting them slide down his legs to be kicked away. Her pants are removed, too, but Ryan strips them from her legs, one at a time, before kissing his way up them both, first the left and the right while she giggles at his actions and enjoys the sensations his lips cause on her bare skin. Finally, as he reached the inside of her right thigh, he leaned her back onto the desk, moving himself so that he is on top of her, and then proceedes to kiss her without ever letting go of her lips. Hands moving feverishly across each others bodies, tickling and caressing with need and desire, the rest of their clothes are finally removed and the camera leaves the couple and fades away into the night sky line of the city as Ryan and Marissa lose themselves in each other.)
Commercial Break