The thank you dinner

Fortunately Seth and Summer arrived late because as it turned out 'nibblies' took a bit longer than expected. They were having too much fun.

Seth brought a bottle of champagne to celebrate the re-formation of the Fantastic Four. They drank the champagne while Marissa put the finishing touches to the salad. Marissa had set the table before Ryan had got home and she went and lit the candles on the table, while Ryan opened a bottle of red wine for dinner.

"If you'd like to sit at the table, I'll bring dinner on through." Marissa said.

Seth walked in to the dining room.

"Whoa. I wasn't expecting this."

"Marissa… It's beautiful." Summer added.

Ryan looked at the table and then at Marissa with awe.

"What were you expecting?" Marissa asked, pleased that she had gotten such a response.

"Well a normal meal with Ryan is pizza out of the box in front of the television."

"Well, I'm sure we'll still have some of those. But I just wanted to do something a little special to thank you two for helping me out yesterday."

"If the food tastes as good as the table looks, then I hope Jake attacks you more often." Seth said.

Summer whacked him in the arm. "Seth !"

"Okay. Maybe that's taking it a bit far. But you know what I mean." He laughed.

"I don't think we've ever actually eaten in the formal dining room. I thought it was just for show." Summer stated as she sat down beside Seth.

"Showing off, you mean." Seth commented.

"Seth, be nice or there's no pudding for you." Marissa threatened.

"There's pudding? I'll be good. Honest." Seth assured her.

Ryan poured the wine as Marissa firstly placed the salad on the table and then went and returned from the kitchen with the lasagne. As she went to sit down Ryan stood and held out her chair. She looked at him and smiled as he moved it in as she sat down. Their eyes locked. "Thank you."

"Your welcome." He felt like his heart could burst. He didn't know if it was with love, pride or a combination of the two.

"Ah…. Hem….hello…there are other people in the room." Seth said waving his hands in the air to attract their attention.

"Sorry." Marissa said blushing at the fact that for a moment she and Ryan were the only two people on the earth. "Please, help yourself."

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"Marissa. That was delicious." Seth said sitting back and loosening his belt. "And the chocolate mousse was to die for."

Marissa smiled. "Well my apartment in Paris has a restaurant on the ground floor and I have become very good friends with the owners. It is one of their recipes. I think if you live in Paris it's almost compulsory to be able to make decent chocolate mousse."

"Summer, have you ever thought of moving to Paris?" Seth suggested.

"I don't need to. My best friend makes the best chocolate mousse in the world so I can just get her to teach me." She commented smugly.

Seth frowned and pouted like a little child and then smiled and then frowned and then smiled.

"Cohen what are you doing?" Summer asked.

"Well. I don't know if I should be sad that I'm not your best friend or happy that I might have a line on getting a supply of chocolate mousse. It's a very difficult decision."

They all laughed at him.

"What are you going to do with your place in Paris now that you're living here?" Summer asked.

Marissa hesitated. "Well, I'm only supposed to be here until filming is finished." She said as she looked at Ryan. She hadn't even spent one night here and yet the thought of ever leaving was like a lead weight to her. "I guess I'll go back there when it's done."

Ryan's head flew up and he stared at her. He couldn't believe that he had been so happy with her moving in, that he had actually forgotten that she wasn't here for good. He knew he wanted her with him forever, not just a few weeks. They really had to have the rest of that talk.

Sensing that she had just hit on some unresolved issues Summer looked for a way to change the subject. "So I believe you're off to San Fran tomorrow?" she said to Ryan.

"Yeah." He replied even though he was still looking at Marissa.

"I didn't realise you were doing anything up there at the moment?"

"Um…I'm not." He turned his attention back to the Summer. "I'm meeting some guys from Washington there to have a look over a Community Health Centre that has just been finished. They funded it and they're prepared to fund a similar project in the low income housing estate I'm developing near Chino. I'm just going to have a look and have a talk to the operators to see what they like about it and if there are any improvements that we should look at incorporating in the new facility."

"Wow. That sounds great." Summer replied.

"Yeah." He turned to Marissa. "This is what the meeting on Monday evening was about. The guys had flown in from Washington and I couldn't put them off. They were flying out to San Fran on Tuesday morning."

"Well it sounds amazing. I think I can forgive you for blowing me off for that." She stated.

"I thought the roses already did that?" Ryan smiled.

"Actually I don't think I've properly thanked you for my roses." Marissa smiled back at Ryan.

"And with that in mind, we'll leave." Seth said. "Knowing you two, I don't need to be here when Marissa works out how to thank you 'properly', my dear brother."

Marissa smiled. "Whatever are you suggesting Seth?"

"You know very well. If even half of what Summer told me about you two on the weekend is true then I'm outta here. And so is Summer. I don't want you giving her any ideas. Although thinking about it maybe…."

"Cohen. I think we can come up with our own ideas. We're both supposed to be creative, so just create."

"Create? What? Life? I thought we'd decided to wait until we were married to start a family?"

"Cohen! You are so clueless sometimes."

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After Seth and Summer left, Ryan turned to Marissa. "Thank you. That was an amazing meal."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Hmm. The only problem is that I might not want to eat out ever again, if I can get that at home."

She smiled. She loved the thought that after all these years they actually had a home, together. "You'd probably get sick of lasagne and Chocolate mousse pretty quickly.

"Maybe. But the waitress is to die for."

"I guess if you're prepared to be the guinea pig then I could try to expand my repertoire and master a few more dishes."

"I'd love to be your guinea pig. Is there anything else you'd like to try out on me?" he asked raising his eyebrows.

"Lots. But firstly. How do you look in an apron? We've got a bit of cleaning up to do in the kitchen before we go to bed."

"Well it wasn't exactly the response I was hoping for but I'm actually pretty good at cleaning up. Why don't you leave it to me and you go and get ready for bed."

"The only thing I need for bed is you, so how about we clean up together and then we can get to bed sooner."

"No. You cooked so I'll clean up. Off you go. I won't be long." And he pushed Marissa off down the hall towards their room. "But I'm warning you, don't bother falling asleep or you may just get woken up." He smiled as she made her way down the hall.

"I'm counting on it." She called back.

Marissa walked in to the bedroom and began to strip off her clothes. She thought of Ryan cleaning up in the kitchen and came up with an idea. She took off the rest of her clothes and then crept back down the hall to the linen cupboard and took out an apron. Putting it on over her head so the bib just covered her breasts, she reached behind and tied it in a bow. She took a tea towel from the cupboard and walked to the door of the kitchen.

"I thought of a way to thank you for the roses." She said from the doorway as Ryan looked up and smiled at her.

"And how's that?" he smiled feeling his whole body responding to the sight of her in nothing but a small apron, which covered all the important parts.

"I'll help you. Maybe dry up for you." She said as she showed him the tea towel in her hand as she walked towards him.

"Nice apron." He stated.

"Why thank you. You know, I was actually hoping to see you in one?"

"Do you have another?"

"Uh huh. I'll just go and get it." She turned and walked slowly from the kitchen making sure he got a good view of her bare ass.

Ryan watched her pert ass saunter out the door making the ache in his pants grow even stronger. As Marissa came back in to the room he went to take the apron from her and put it around his waist.

"Aw no. That's not the right way to wear an apron. Let me show you how." She began to unbutton his shirt and after removing it she started on his jeans and then removed his boxers. "Now we can put it on." She turned him around so she was facing his back and put the apron around him and then tied the bow. She turned him back again and burst out laughing.

"What's wrong now?"

"It doesn't seem to sit quite right on you." She smiled noticing the tent effect his erection was causing.

"Well since you seem so good in the kitchen surely you can think of something to fix it." He smiled.

"Let me see." She knelt down and pushed the apron to one side as she cupped his balls in one hand while licking and kissing him at the same time.

"I may not ever get this cleaning up done at this rate you know." He gasped having trouble talking as she worked her magic.

She looked up at him. "Complaining are we?"

"No. But I think you need to leave your mark on this kitchen." he said as he pulled her up and sat her on the counter top.

Ryan pushed the bib of her apron in to the centre and started to suck on one breast while using his hand on the other. With his other hand he started to slowly stroke up her inner thigh under the small piece of material of the apron until his fingers reached her core and he used them to push into her. She was wet and inviting.

"Ry please."

That was all he needed. He placed his hands on her bare bum and pulled her towards him as he thrust into her, on and on, over and over until they exploded together. Marissa clung to him with her legs wrapped around him not wanting to ever let go. She whispered in his ear. "I like you in an apron."

"You look pretty good too."