Indivisible
I wrote this fan fiction AGES ago, but I haven't posted it on LJ, so I thought I would give it a go. Just to let you know, the first chapters aren't the best I've written (HAHA), but they get better, and longer, as this is the first R/M story I've written.
The first chapters a pretty short, so I have made them into one post, with separate titles indicated each chapter.
I updated this last time in May, so I would very much appreaciate feedback of how I'm doing. Chapter 1 to 4 in this post.
Indivisible
Rating: T (teenagers) because of language
Ownership: I do not own any OC related characters or story lines, just my imagination.
Chapter 1: Sometimes Love Seems so Simple
He watched her sleep, her body rising and lowering steadily. Her golden brown hair spread out on the cream white pillow.
“Like half the sun,” he thought, a little smirk playing at the corner of his lips, threatening to explode. “God I’m so lost in her.”
I could stay awake, just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you’re far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment, forever
Every moment spend with you
Is a moment I treasure
He looked at her lovingly. Her long tanned legs, tiny waist, delicate hands close to her chest and at her beautiful face. She was perfect. Her body shivered slightly. The sound of the curtains playing in the cold breeze, got him out of his trance. It made him realize she was laying there with nothing to keep her warm besides a tank top and boy shorts.
He moved closer to her, spooning her as he pulled the duvet around them. He felt her cold skin against his, his naked chest against her back. The warmth from his body transferred to hers. The sound and feeling of her heartbeat slowly got him to sleep.
Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I wonder what you’re dreaming
Wondering if it’s me you’re seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God we’re together
And I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever
Forever and ever and…
Marissa woke up with Ryan’s strong arm around her. She smiled to herself, feeling his body against hers. Turning around slowly, she found him asleep.
“He look so adorable while asleep.”
She caught the clock at the nightstand for a second. It was 6:00 am. It was time for her to begin her day. Work started at 08.00, and she had to take a shower first. Ryan’s protective arm was gently lifted away, and she slipped out of bed. How cold the room really was, without Ryan’s body against hers, she got to experience next. She walked across towards the bathroom, slipping her tank top over her head in the process, before getting in the bathroom, and closing the door after her.
Ryan had woken up by the weight shifting of the bed, and the bright sunlight shining trough the thin curtains. He watched from behind, in her boy shorts and tank top. He observed her every movement, coming slightly closer to the bathroom by each step. Quickly, but gently, she slipped her top off. That caught Ryan’s gaze for real. Marissa opened the door and disappeared into the bathroom. He heard the sound of the shower being turned on.
Even though Marissa didn’t know, this was a perfect scene of temptation for Ryan. He pushed the sheets off him and was greeted with the cold air in their bedroom. He got out of bed and headed for a very special direction…
Chapter 2: Distraction and Nausea
He gently turned the door knob and opened the door. He was met with a huge wave of steam, and immediately felt extremely warm. Carefully, he closed the door, not wanting Marissa to stop what ever she was doing. Through the dewy glass cabinet, Ryan saw the familiar curves, her bronze skin and her hair, which grew darker when it got wet.
This whole scene made Ryan a bit tempted. Even more tempted than he already was. He slipped out of his boxers and slowly walked towards the only thing on his mind. It was amazing how she could have this effect on him. No one had before. It scared him sometimes. But it also made him realize how much he loved her. More than he could handle, at times.
Hi steps grew to a halt in front of the glass. His fingers slid down the dewy glass. He felt his heart beat increase, and smiled at how ridiculous he seemed. It was just his girlfriend. No. It wasn’t just his girlfriend. It was the most amazing person he had ever met, his soul mate. He loved her so much it hurt. He didn’t even know he was capable of such strong affections.
The handle to the shower cabinet was warm, and wet. It made his sweaty palms even moister. He slowly slid the door open, trying to cause as little sound as possible. Marissa didn’t seem to notice, there she stood, with her back went to him. She just stood there, under the pouring water, making her bronze skin look shiny and smooth.
He stepped into the shower, his bare feet feeling the touch of wet tiles. He reached out his right hand to push her hair away from her neck. As he did, his finger gently slid across her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She felt his warm lips coming in contact with her wet skin, slightly sucking at her neck as he leaved a trail of kisses on it. She smiled and thought of how happy he made her, just with these small gestures.
She turned around and came face to face with him. Both of them had stupid grins on their faces.
“Hi” she said softly.
“Hey” he responded, with warmth and affection in his voice.
She leaned forward, putting her hands around his neck, and kissed him. Ryan responded by grabbing her waist and pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.
After a whole lot of making out, shampooing each others hair and soaping each other in, they stepped out of the shower. Ryan handed her a white towel, which she put around her, under her arms. He tied his around his waist.
“So you decided to join me, huh?” she questioned playfully.
“Nah, I just needed a shower,” he answered off-hand.
“Oh really?” she asked.
“Yeah… And I thought maybe… I could help you,” he said innocently.
“Well you’ve been really helpful Atwood,” she said seductively with a smile upon her plump lips.
They stumbled out of the shower, unable to keep their hands off each other.
“What time is it?” She mumbled into his mouth.
“Close to eight,” he said nibbling on her lower lip.
“What?” She pulled back, terrified.
“What, is something wrong?” he asked concerned.
“Shit!” she cursed.
“What is it?” Ryan asked again. You could still see concern filling his deep blue irises.
“I have work at 8!” she said, as if she didn’t believe her own words. “Oh my God.”
She hurried over to her drawer in search of underwear. She tried to put on her white thong from under her towel, but she was doing it so fast that she had to rip the towel off, much to Ryan’s delight.
“Have you seen my white bra?” Marissa had her back turned from Ryan.
She didn’t seem to notice the situation she was in, as she ran towards her closet. And she also didn’t seem to notice Ryan’s huge grin on his face, as he watched Marissa’s every movements.
“Found it!” she triumphantly spoke, her head inside the closet, sitting on her knees, bended.
Ryan’s eyes were fixated on Marissa’s thong, and didn’t seem to hear her. He managed to tear his eyes away and stutter out a somewhat hoarse ‘what’.
Marissa stood up and raised her eyebrows at him. “You didn’t hear me? What have you been up to Ryan Atwood?” She smiled playfully at him.
She stared him right into his eyes, expecting her gaze to be returned, but found his eyes staring lower down her body. She looked down and blushed instantly. She raised her head and found Ryan grinning at her
“Ha-ha! Very funny!” she pushed him playfully.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t help myself,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear and making it warmer than it already was.
“Work…” she mumbled into his lips, getting herself out of the spell Ryan seemed to have cast on her. “My boss is going to kill me!”
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“Unbelievable! This is just perfect. The one day I’m late for work there has to be a traffic jam!” Marissa thought, hitting the steering wheel frustrated. After scrambling on some appropriate clothes, she had thrown herself in the car, her bag and makeup tossed in the other seat.
Because of the slow traffic, she managed to put some makeup on. When she finally arrived at work, two hours late, she secretly wished no one had noticed her missing. But her hopes were crushed when she arrived at her secretary’s desk.
“Marissa! Thank God you came! Heather has been looking all over for you!” her secretary Amy half whispered half spoke to her.
“Shit!” was all Marissa could come up with.
“So tell me, what took you so long?” Amy asked her with a knowing tone in her voice.
“I slept through my alarm,” was the best lie that popped into her head.
“Come on, you know I’m not buying that.” Amy smiled.
“Okay, but you cannot tell anyone, you know how things spread around here”.
“I promise,” Amy responded seriously.
“Okay well I didn’t actually sleep through my alarm.”
“I think I already had that one figured out.” Amy laughed.
“But let’s step into my office, I don’t want Heather finding me here,” Marissa almost whispered.
She walked fast towards her door, with Amy close behind.
“Okay we have make this quick, ‘cause I’ve got a lot of work to do.” Marissa closed the door.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just say it!” Amy waited impatiently.
“Well I was in the shower… And then Ryan sort of joined me.” She bit her lower lip.
“Ooooh! Say no more! I know where this leads to!” Amy waved her arms.
Marissa laughed, relieved about Amy’s outburst, since she really wasn’t too comfortable discussing it either.
One would maybe find it odd for a business woman, or man for that matter, to discuss personal details about his or hers life. But Marissa and Amy had grown close over the years she had been employed at the company, sharing a secret bond and knowing each others weaknesses and strong suits. That helped a great deal when you were working in a high pressuring firm.
Working as a fashion designer has its up’s and down’s - especially when your boss’ name was Heather. Not just did she yell at her for coming late, she also took away her sketches for the new fashion collection. Sketches she had been staying up all night drawing. She didn’t know what to do. Heather was heartless, that she was sure of.
As she sat there in her office chair, leaned backwards and closed eyes, feeling tired and frustrated, she suddenly felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. Like when you are diving from high up above. Then nausea overtook her whole body, startling her, causing her to grip her desk firmly. And when she felt today’s nutrition coming up, she ran to the nearest garbage bin.
And you crash into the pool…
Chapter 3: The Result of Love
As Marissa entered her house, the taste for vomit still lingered in her mouth.
She entered the kitchen to find Ryan with the newspaper.
“Hey, how was your day?” Ryan looked up from the paper.
“Ugh, don’t ask.” Marissa let out a sigh as she joined Ryan on the kitchen island, supporting her head with her hands.
“You look kind of pale, everything okay?” Ryan studied Marissa’s face carefully.
“No! Everything is not ok!” Marissa spat, a little too harsh and loud than she intended.
“Why? What happened?” Ryan hated to see Marissa upset.
“Well…” Marissa began. “I’m now officially temporarily suspended from the design group, but my designs are still going to be used; only they take the credit.
“Oh” was all Ryan could come out with. “Well if it makes you feel any better, mine didn’t go too well either.”
Marissa drew her gaze up from the kitchen counter and looked Ryan straight in the eyes. “What happened?”
“My designs weren’t approved, and now I’m going to have to start all over again.” You could clearly hear the bitterness in his words. Marissa knew all too well how devoted Ryan was to his job, and how much time he spent on each individual design project.
“Oh” was Marissa’s response. There was a little silence before they laughed a little of their same answers to the others complaints.
All of the sudden Marissa’s expression changed from laughter to shock. She quickly put her hand over her mouth and ran out of the room.
Ryan had a puzzled expression on his face, before the sounds of vomiting were heard through the entire house.
After realizing he was just sitting there, he got off the chair and walked fast to the bathroom.
Marissa was sitting, leant against the cold wall, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.
She closed her eyes, begging the nauseating feeling to come to an end. She swore she could hear footsteps coming closer and closer, but she didn’t bother opening her eyes.
A snap was heard, but Marissa’s eyes remained closed. A sigh followed and a faint blow of air brushed against her face.
She could feel a pair of eyes burning through her skin. A loose strand of hair was tucked behind her ear before the hand slid down her cheek.
The thought of Ryan being there and not being able to see him, made her eyelids flutter open.
Butterflies immediately found their place in her stomach as the all too familiar blue eyes were burning through her own.
A single tear slid down her cheek, making Ryan brush it away the instant it escaped her eye.
“I’m scared,” Marissa whispered looking down to her lap.
Ryan felt a stick of pain in his heart. He reached out his hand and lifted Marissa’s chin up with his finger.
“Why are you scared?” Ryan softly spoke.
“Are you happy?” Marissa blurted out, regretting it the minute the words had flown out her mouth.
Ryan’s eyes furrowed a bit.
“Of course I am. What’s going on?”
Marissa’s eyes darted down to her lap again as she slowly took a deep breath.
“Hey…” Ryan slid down the wall next to her, and wrapped his arms around her. Marissa laid her head on his shoulder. He peered down at his wife. She looked so distant.
“You can tell me.” Ryan kissed her head.
There was a moment of silence, neither knowing what to say.
“It’s just…” Marissa started, but stopped.
“What?” Ryan was now becoming desperate for Marissa to say something. Anything.
Marissa took a deep breath again, mentally preparing herself for what was coming.
“I think… I’m pregnant” Marissa slowly said, surprised by her own calmness.
“You’re what?” This was not the words Ryan had expected Marissa to utter.
“I’m pregnant. I think.” Marissa bit her lower lip.
Ryan’s heart started to beat faster and the adrenalin rushed into his blood. A big smile spread across his face. Quickly, he stood up and grabbed Marissa with him, by the waist, spinning her around.
Marissa squealed in surprise at his sudden actions. She put her hands around his neck, and soon she also had a stupid grin plastered on her face. She laughed so hard she had trouble catching her breath.
When Ryan put her down, the dizziness was shadowed by the extreme happiness they both were feeling.
They remained in the same positions, Marissa’s arms around his neck and Ryan’s hands tightly around her waist, pulling her closer to his body.
Marissa wasn’t thinking straight. This was not what she had expected his reaction to be. She felt a bit ashamed of thinking less of her husband, but pushed the thought away. They were here now, in this share of time, and she wanted it to stay like that forever.
Ryan couldn’t think of anything at the moment. But there was one thing that he never could forget. Like two magnets, forced together by a power stronger than anything, they were drawn towards one another.
Soon they were gripping even more tightly around each other, Marissa’s torso pressed against his chest.
They were now so close that their breaths made the other one’s lips warmer and moister. Marissa closed her eyes as she felt Ryan’s breaths hitting her lips the instant they flew out of his mouth.
Ryan also locked his eyes. Their breaths was now growing faster and faster by the minute.
As their lips collided, it felt like the whole world stopped. Their kiss soon became more passionate, more intimate, more…everything.
At this state in time neither of them could think of anything but each other. Their bodies were there, but their mind, soul and heart were somewhere far away, where only the two of them and their growing love child existed.
Chapter 4: Unbelievable Craziness
How can a rectangle shaped box containing a plastic stick, be so threatening?
Marissa stood hovering over the pregnancy test box. A thousand questions were running through her mind.
“What if I’m not pregnant?”
“Is this thing even certain?”
“What if I do it wrong?”
Just standing there in the light lit bathroom, her eyes glued to the test, she had never in her life felt so helpless.
“Okay you can do this,” she thought, letting a bit of air come out her mouth.
“This is so silly.” She chuckled nervously.
She heard the front door slam shut, causing her to jump slightly.
“I’m home!” Ryan’s voice was heard through the halls.
Marissa cursed under her breath as she was trying to figure out what to do.
“Marissa?” Ryan was now on his way up the stairs and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he found out where she was.
She scanned the room for options, and her gaze landed on the top drawer. She was positive Ryan would never look there, or open it nevertheless. It was the drawer with all her tampons and other toilet accessories. She quickly hid it in the back of the drawer.
Ryan stopped dead in his track. He was now standing in the doorway to their bedroom - an empty bedroom.
Weird, Marissa said she would be home all day.
“She didn’t even leave a note,” Ryan thought, after he had let his eyes wander to her nightstand where she normally left a note if she was going somewhere. He was a bit hurt by the fact that Marissa would just leave the house, not giving a damn about informing him. He didn’t mean to be a control freak or anything, it was just that they were constantly in touch, whether it was on the phone or spending time together. And now, when she had assured him that she would be home all day long, and she wasn’t, truth be told, it got him a bit concerned.
Ryan was ripped out of his thoughts by the sound of someone jingling the lock. He drew his gaze to the bathroom door.
Why would she lock the door if she was home alone?
After having some problems with the lock, Marissa appeared from the bathroom.
“Hey” she said quickly. She didn’t seem surprised at all to see Ryan there.
Ryan greeted her the same way as he walked towards her. His hands found the familiar path down her sides and rested on her hips. With a small thump, Ryan gently, but fast pushed her onto the door, never abandoning her hips while doing this.
Marissa gasped at this unexpected gesture. Sometimes Ryan could be one of the most unpredictable people she’d met.
He let his whole body press against hers, letting her arms rest on her sides, as he cupped her soft face in her hands and kissed her hard on the lips.
Immediately the both closed their eyes, enjoying the moment. Marissa arms were now pressed against the wall as well, giving her no chance of showing affection towards Ryan than with her mouth and lips.
Ryan took her mouth over and over again while he suddenly pulled back a little, considering they both were a little short on oxygen.
“Wow” was all that Marissa could muster saying. She was breath taken - literally.
“I missed you,” Ryan softly whispered while caressing her jaw line with his lips and tongue.
Marissa let out a short laugh. “Didn’t I see you this morning?” she questioned playfully.
“Yes” Ryan confirmed, trying to hold back a smile.
“But office hours can be so long,” he said kissing the sensitive spot right across her cheekbone.
Marissa moaned in satisfaction and let herself get caught up in the moment.
She felt the pressure from Ryan’s body against hers ease, and felt his hands travel to her shirt buttons. He continued to kiss her, like he couldn’t get enough of her. While keeping his lips glued to hers, he unbuttoned her entire shirt and tried to slide it of her arms. That task wasn’t too easy, considering Marissa fingers were entangled in his hair in the neck, pressing their lips even harder together.
Marissa understood his impossible situation and untangled her fingers from his hair. She let the silky material of her shirt slide down her arms. They continued kissing through all this. The minute it was off her, she undid his tie in an expert’s speed while Ryan began tugging on one of the spaghetti straps on her top. After unbuttoning his whole shirt, she began sliding it of with both her arms on each side of his broad shoulders.
When the floor had two new citizens, Ryan and Marissa’s shirts, Marissa’s top was on the way too, leaving her just in her bra. They were both breathing hard now, out of desire and anticipation.
Ryan kissed Marissa again. It was a wet and strong kiss, considering Ryan’s tongue were stuck deeply in her mouth and they were both holding on for dare life.
Marissa felt Ryan’s hands sliding from her head, which he had pressed towards him, making the kiss even more intense, down her back and down in her jeans pockets, one in each. He was dragging her with him by … her derière, and when they reached the end of their bed, both of them collapsed on it, Ryan first and Marissa on top of him. Ryan’s hands were drawn out of her pockets, one on the back of her head and the other on the small of her back.
“How long has it been?” Marissa managed to drag out in between passionately hot kisses.
“A week?” Ryan smugly responded.
“Seems longer.” Marissa smiled.
“Yeah I know what you mean.”
Ryan liked best to be on top, it gave him the illusion of being in charge. With that said, Ryan rolled over so he was staring down at Marissa. He leaned down and explored her neck, collarbone and chest with kisses that contained so much affection and desire. Marissa was now panting, moaning when his lips came in contact with her skin. For a moment she felt paralyzed, but soon came to her senses and was no longer under Ryan’s spell that strongly, so she managed to lift her arms up and stick them under his well known wife beater.
Ryan felt her soft fingers, nails and palms, sliding up his chest, and he moved his lips up to hers again, to give her better access.
The wife beater was tossed carelessly away, and Marissa began fiddling with his belt.
Ever heard the expression ‘saved by the bell’? In this case the bell rang, but you couldn’t exactly call it to be saved.
“Ignore it,” Ryan’s deep voice begged her.
Why does he have to be such a good kisser? Marissa closed her eyes in pleasure and felt her body becoming warm, all the way from her toes to her cheeks.
“Ry…” she said out of breath, not exactly wanting him to stop him in what he was doing.
“Yes?” Ryan asked like a little school boy.
“It could be something important,” Marissa forced herself to say.
“More important than this?” he said raising an eyebrow, kissing her hungrily.
“I’ll have to think about that one,” Marissa playfully answered.
The bell sounded again. Ryan pinned her down on the bed, reading her thoughts.
“We have to go---“ Marissa was cut off by Ryan kissing her, and due to her open mouth, succeeded in getting his tongue inside her mouth.
Marissa knew the cause of his sudden urge to kiss her, and decided to have it her way.
She pushed him off her, and surprised him by pressing her lips urgently to his. Before Ryan got the chance to even consider rolling her over again, Marissa had detached her lips from his and was scooting off the bed.
Ryan tried to grab her by the arm, stopping her from going downstairs, but Marissa was too fast. He let out a frustrated groan, falling back against the pillows.
Marissa was now running from side to side in their bedroom, looking for her clothes. When she found them, she threw them on as fast as possible and then went to the mirror. She tried to comb her tangled hair, but that only made her hair even messier. She threw her brush on her vanity table, and tied her hair up in a ponytail. She then left the room in a hurry, followed by hastily steps down the stairs, fading when she reached the bottom of the staircase.
Ryan took this as a sign to get up. He wasn’t so worried about his appearance like Marissa, simply grabbing his shirt from the floor and buttoned up a few of the buttons Marissa had so urgently ripped apart moments before, and began walking down to the front door.
Marissa braced herself for what was waiting on the other side of the door. Julie had always been a fan of the ‘surprise pop-ins’. But when she had opened the door, there wasn’t any perky read-head in sight. In stead there was a tall, lanky man with dark curly hair, side by side with a bit shorter dark-haired woman.
“Hey…” Marissa said confused.
Ryan had made it to the hallway where he spotted Marissa’s back at the open front door. He heard the familiar voices, and came to Marissa’s side.
“Hey, what are you guys doing here?” Ryan questioned friendly, snaking his arm around Marissa’s waist.
“Oooo!” Seth cooed with a smirk on his face. “Cover up good,” he pointed at Marissa. “And cover up not so good.” With his finger in Ryan’s direction.
Ryan and Marissa’s faces were instantly growing a crimson colour.
“Uhm … Well actually we came to tell you something,” Summer quickly, but seriously said. She didn’t have a problem ignoring the present situation, she had done that for years with the Step Monster.
“Yes we did.” Seth nodded. “And I’m sorry for not using another communicating program, but this little one right here insisted on the most social one.”
Marissa moved herself from occupying the entrance. “Come in,” she invited.
They all went to the living room where Seth and Summer seated themselves on the couch, and Marissa and Ryan in separate chairs.
“Okay … Well what is it?” Marissa was really beginning to wonder what made the two of them showing up on their front step just to tell them something.
“I’m sorry Marissa, but I can’t inform you on that matter, ‘cause clearly my wife doesn’t think I can keep a secret.”
Marissa stifled a laugh along with the two others. “And what would make her think that?”
“Okay enough sarcasm already! Jeez, you guys really need to get your own style instead of copying mine,” Seth pointed out.
“Since when did you get your own style?” Ryan raised his eyebrows.
“Since comic books and indie rock bands existed,” Seth defended.
“Fair enough,” Ryan gave in, agreeing with Seth.
Summer was now beginning to get really fed up. She couldn’t take to keep this inside any longer. “Maybe Cohen is rubbing off on me …” Summer realized, but quickly battled that thought with her classic ‘eww’. Whatever it was, she knew that she couldn’t keep this up, and hide something that important and huge from her best friends.
“Lindsay and Trey are engaged!” she cried out, leaving the other people in the room stunned.
The first chapters a pretty short, so I have made them into one post, with separate titles indicated each chapter.
I updated this last time in May, so I would very much appreaciate feedback of how I'm doing. Chapter 1 to 4 in this post.
Indivisible
Rating: T (teenagers) because of language
Ownership: I do not own any OC related characters or story lines, just my imagination.
Chapter 1: Sometimes Love Seems so Simple
He watched her sleep, her body rising and lowering steadily. Her golden brown hair spread out on the cream white pillow.
“Like half the sun,” he thought, a little smirk playing at the corner of his lips, threatening to explode. “God I’m so lost in her.”
I could stay awake, just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you’re far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment, forever
Every moment spend with you
Is a moment I treasure
He looked at her lovingly. Her long tanned legs, tiny waist, delicate hands close to her chest and at her beautiful face. She was perfect. Her body shivered slightly. The sound of the curtains playing in the cold breeze, got him out of his trance. It made him realize she was laying there with nothing to keep her warm besides a tank top and boy shorts.
He moved closer to her, spooning her as he pulled the duvet around them. He felt her cold skin against his, his naked chest against her back. The warmth from his body transferred to hers. The sound and feeling of her heartbeat slowly got him to sleep.
Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I wonder what you’re dreaming
Wondering if it’s me you’re seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God we’re together
And I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever
Forever and ever and…
Marissa woke up with Ryan’s strong arm around her. She smiled to herself, feeling his body against hers. Turning around slowly, she found him asleep.
“He look so adorable while asleep.”
She caught the clock at the nightstand for a second. It was 6:00 am. It was time for her to begin her day. Work started at 08.00, and she had to take a shower first. Ryan’s protective arm was gently lifted away, and she slipped out of bed. How cold the room really was, without Ryan’s body against hers, she got to experience next. She walked across towards the bathroom, slipping her tank top over her head in the process, before getting in the bathroom, and closing the door after her.
Ryan had woken up by the weight shifting of the bed, and the bright sunlight shining trough the thin curtains. He watched from behind, in her boy shorts and tank top. He observed her every movement, coming slightly closer to the bathroom by each step. Quickly, but gently, she slipped her top off. That caught Ryan’s gaze for real. Marissa opened the door and disappeared into the bathroom. He heard the sound of the shower being turned on.
Even though Marissa didn’t know, this was a perfect scene of temptation for Ryan. He pushed the sheets off him and was greeted with the cold air in their bedroom. He got out of bed and headed for a very special direction…
Chapter 2: Distraction and Nausea
He gently turned the door knob and opened the door. He was met with a huge wave of steam, and immediately felt extremely warm. Carefully, he closed the door, not wanting Marissa to stop what ever she was doing. Through the dewy glass cabinet, Ryan saw the familiar curves, her bronze skin and her hair, which grew darker when it got wet.
This whole scene made Ryan a bit tempted. Even more tempted than he already was. He slipped out of his boxers and slowly walked towards the only thing on his mind. It was amazing how she could have this effect on him. No one had before. It scared him sometimes. But it also made him realize how much he loved her. More than he could handle, at times.
Hi steps grew to a halt in front of the glass. His fingers slid down the dewy glass. He felt his heart beat increase, and smiled at how ridiculous he seemed. It was just his girlfriend. No. It wasn’t just his girlfriend. It was the most amazing person he had ever met, his soul mate. He loved her so much it hurt. He didn’t even know he was capable of such strong affections.
The handle to the shower cabinet was warm, and wet. It made his sweaty palms even moister. He slowly slid the door open, trying to cause as little sound as possible. Marissa didn’t seem to notice, there she stood, with her back went to him. She just stood there, under the pouring water, making her bronze skin look shiny and smooth.
He stepped into the shower, his bare feet feeling the touch of wet tiles. He reached out his right hand to push her hair away from her neck. As he did, his finger gently slid across her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She felt his warm lips coming in contact with her wet skin, slightly sucking at her neck as he leaved a trail of kisses on it. She smiled and thought of how happy he made her, just with these small gestures.
She turned around and came face to face with him. Both of them had stupid grins on their faces.
“Hi” she said softly.
“Hey” he responded, with warmth and affection in his voice.
She leaned forward, putting her hands around his neck, and kissed him. Ryan responded by grabbing her waist and pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.
After a whole lot of making out, shampooing each others hair and soaping each other in, they stepped out of the shower. Ryan handed her a white towel, which she put around her, under her arms. He tied his around his waist.
“So you decided to join me, huh?” she questioned playfully.
“Nah, I just needed a shower,” he answered off-hand.
“Oh really?” she asked.
“Yeah… And I thought maybe… I could help you,” he said innocently.
“Well you’ve been really helpful Atwood,” she said seductively with a smile upon her plump lips.
They stumbled out of the shower, unable to keep their hands off each other.
“What time is it?” She mumbled into his mouth.
“Close to eight,” he said nibbling on her lower lip.
“What?” She pulled back, terrified.
“What, is something wrong?” he asked concerned.
“Shit!” she cursed.
“What is it?” Ryan asked again. You could still see concern filling his deep blue irises.
“I have work at 8!” she said, as if she didn’t believe her own words. “Oh my God.”
She hurried over to her drawer in search of underwear. She tried to put on her white thong from under her towel, but she was doing it so fast that she had to rip the towel off, much to Ryan’s delight.
“Have you seen my white bra?” Marissa had her back turned from Ryan.
She didn’t seem to notice the situation she was in, as she ran towards her closet. And she also didn’t seem to notice Ryan’s huge grin on his face, as he watched Marissa’s every movements.
“Found it!” she triumphantly spoke, her head inside the closet, sitting on her knees, bended.
Ryan’s eyes were fixated on Marissa’s thong, and didn’t seem to hear her. He managed to tear his eyes away and stutter out a somewhat hoarse ‘what’.
Marissa stood up and raised her eyebrows at him. “You didn’t hear me? What have you been up to Ryan Atwood?” She smiled playfully at him.
She stared him right into his eyes, expecting her gaze to be returned, but found his eyes staring lower down her body. She looked down and blushed instantly. She raised her head and found Ryan grinning at her
“Ha-ha! Very funny!” she pushed him playfully.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t help myself,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear and making it warmer than it already was.
“Work…” she mumbled into his lips, getting herself out of the spell Ryan seemed to have cast on her. “My boss is going to kill me!”
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“Unbelievable! This is just perfect. The one day I’m late for work there has to be a traffic jam!” Marissa thought, hitting the steering wheel frustrated. After scrambling on some appropriate clothes, she had thrown herself in the car, her bag and makeup tossed in the other seat.
Because of the slow traffic, she managed to put some makeup on. When she finally arrived at work, two hours late, she secretly wished no one had noticed her missing. But her hopes were crushed when she arrived at her secretary’s desk.
“Marissa! Thank God you came! Heather has been looking all over for you!” her secretary Amy half whispered half spoke to her.
“Shit!” was all Marissa could come up with.
“So tell me, what took you so long?” Amy asked her with a knowing tone in her voice.
“I slept through my alarm,” was the best lie that popped into her head.
“Come on, you know I’m not buying that.” Amy smiled.
“Okay, but you cannot tell anyone, you know how things spread around here”.
“I promise,” Amy responded seriously.
“Okay well I didn’t actually sleep through my alarm.”
“I think I already had that one figured out.” Amy laughed.
“But let’s step into my office, I don’t want Heather finding me here,” Marissa almost whispered.
She walked fast towards her door, with Amy close behind.
“Okay we have make this quick, ‘cause I’ve got a lot of work to do.” Marissa closed the door.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just say it!” Amy waited impatiently.
“Well I was in the shower… And then Ryan sort of joined me.” She bit her lower lip.
“Ooooh! Say no more! I know where this leads to!” Amy waved her arms.
Marissa laughed, relieved about Amy’s outburst, since she really wasn’t too comfortable discussing it either.
One would maybe find it odd for a business woman, or man for that matter, to discuss personal details about his or hers life. But Marissa and Amy had grown close over the years she had been employed at the company, sharing a secret bond and knowing each others weaknesses and strong suits. That helped a great deal when you were working in a high pressuring firm.
Working as a fashion designer has its up’s and down’s - especially when your boss’ name was Heather. Not just did she yell at her for coming late, she also took away her sketches for the new fashion collection. Sketches she had been staying up all night drawing. She didn’t know what to do. Heather was heartless, that she was sure of.
As she sat there in her office chair, leaned backwards and closed eyes, feeling tired and frustrated, she suddenly felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. Like when you are diving from high up above. Then nausea overtook her whole body, startling her, causing her to grip her desk firmly. And when she felt today’s nutrition coming up, she ran to the nearest garbage bin.
And you crash into the pool…
Chapter 3: The Result of Love
As Marissa entered her house, the taste for vomit still lingered in her mouth.
She entered the kitchen to find Ryan with the newspaper.
“Hey, how was your day?” Ryan looked up from the paper.
“Ugh, don’t ask.” Marissa let out a sigh as she joined Ryan on the kitchen island, supporting her head with her hands.
“You look kind of pale, everything okay?” Ryan studied Marissa’s face carefully.
“No! Everything is not ok!” Marissa spat, a little too harsh and loud than she intended.
“Why? What happened?” Ryan hated to see Marissa upset.
“Well…” Marissa began. “I’m now officially temporarily suspended from the design group, but my designs are still going to be used; only they take the credit.
“Oh” was all Ryan could come out with. “Well if it makes you feel any better, mine didn’t go too well either.”
Marissa drew her gaze up from the kitchen counter and looked Ryan straight in the eyes. “What happened?”
“My designs weren’t approved, and now I’m going to have to start all over again.” You could clearly hear the bitterness in his words. Marissa knew all too well how devoted Ryan was to his job, and how much time he spent on each individual design project.
“Oh” was Marissa’s response. There was a little silence before they laughed a little of their same answers to the others complaints.
All of the sudden Marissa’s expression changed from laughter to shock. She quickly put her hand over her mouth and ran out of the room.
Ryan had a puzzled expression on his face, before the sounds of vomiting were heard through the entire house.
After realizing he was just sitting there, he got off the chair and walked fast to the bathroom.
Marissa was sitting, leant against the cold wall, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.
She closed her eyes, begging the nauseating feeling to come to an end. She swore she could hear footsteps coming closer and closer, but she didn’t bother opening her eyes.
A snap was heard, but Marissa’s eyes remained closed. A sigh followed and a faint blow of air brushed against her face.
She could feel a pair of eyes burning through her skin. A loose strand of hair was tucked behind her ear before the hand slid down her cheek.
The thought of Ryan being there and not being able to see him, made her eyelids flutter open.
Butterflies immediately found their place in her stomach as the all too familiar blue eyes were burning through her own.
A single tear slid down her cheek, making Ryan brush it away the instant it escaped her eye.
“I’m scared,” Marissa whispered looking down to her lap.
Ryan felt a stick of pain in his heart. He reached out his hand and lifted Marissa’s chin up with his finger.
“Why are you scared?” Ryan softly spoke.
“Are you happy?” Marissa blurted out, regretting it the minute the words had flown out her mouth.
Ryan’s eyes furrowed a bit.
“Of course I am. What’s going on?”
Marissa’s eyes darted down to her lap again as she slowly took a deep breath.
“Hey…” Ryan slid down the wall next to her, and wrapped his arms around her. Marissa laid her head on his shoulder. He peered down at his wife. She looked so distant.
“You can tell me.” Ryan kissed her head.
There was a moment of silence, neither knowing what to say.
“It’s just…” Marissa started, but stopped.
“What?” Ryan was now becoming desperate for Marissa to say something. Anything.
Marissa took a deep breath again, mentally preparing herself for what was coming.
“I think… I’m pregnant” Marissa slowly said, surprised by her own calmness.
“You’re what?” This was not the words Ryan had expected Marissa to utter.
“I’m pregnant. I think.” Marissa bit her lower lip.
Ryan’s heart started to beat faster and the adrenalin rushed into his blood. A big smile spread across his face. Quickly, he stood up and grabbed Marissa with him, by the waist, spinning her around.
Marissa squealed in surprise at his sudden actions. She put her hands around his neck, and soon she also had a stupid grin plastered on her face. She laughed so hard she had trouble catching her breath.
When Ryan put her down, the dizziness was shadowed by the extreme happiness they both were feeling.
They remained in the same positions, Marissa’s arms around his neck and Ryan’s hands tightly around her waist, pulling her closer to his body.
Marissa wasn’t thinking straight. This was not what she had expected his reaction to be. She felt a bit ashamed of thinking less of her husband, but pushed the thought away. They were here now, in this share of time, and she wanted it to stay like that forever.
Ryan couldn’t think of anything at the moment. But there was one thing that he never could forget. Like two magnets, forced together by a power stronger than anything, they were drawn towards one another.
Soon they were gripping even more tightly around each other, Marissa’s torso pressed against his chest.
They were now so close that their breaths made the other one’s lips warmer and moister. Marissa closed her eyes as she felt Ryan’s breaths hitting her lips the instant they flew out of his mouth.
Ryan also locked his eyes. Their breaths was now growing faster and faster by the minute.
As their lips collided, it felt like the whole world stopped. Their kiss soon became more passionate, more intimate, more…everything.
At this state in time neither of them could think of anything but each other. Their bodies were there, but their mind, soul and heart were somewhere far away, where only the two of them and their growing love child existed.
Chapter 4: Unbelievable Craziness
How can a rectangle shaped box containing a plastic stick, be so threatening?
Marissa stood hovering over the pregnancy test box. A thousand questions were running through her mind.
“What if I’m not pregnant?”
“Is this thing even certain?”
“What if I do it wrong?”
Just standing there in the light lit bathroom, her eyes glued to the test, she had never in her life felt so helpless.
“Okay you can do this,” she thought, letting a bit of air come out her mouth.
“This is so silly.” She chuckled nervously.
She heard the front door slam shut, causing her to jump slightly.
“I’m home!” Ryan’s voice was heard through the halls.
Marissa cursed under her breath as she was trying to figure out what to do.
“Marissa?” Ryan was now on his way up the stairs and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he found out where she was.
She scanned the room for options, and her gaze landed on the top drawer. She was positive Ryan would never look there, or open it nevertheless. It was the drawer with all her tampons and other toilet accessories. She quickly hid it in the back of the drawer.
Ryan stopped dead in his track. He was now standing in the doorway to their bedroom - an empty bedroom.
Weird, Marissa said she would be home all day.
“She didn’t even leave a note,” Ryan thought, after he had let his eyes wander to her nightstand where she normally left a note if she was going somewhere. He was a bit hurt by the fact that Marissa would just leave the house, not giving a damn about informing him. He didn’t mean to be a control freak or anything, it was just that they were constantly in touch, whether it was on the phone or spending time together. And now, when she had assured him that she would be home all day long, and she wasn’t, truth be told, it got him a bit concerned.
Ryan was ripped out of his thoughts by the sound of someone jingling the lock. He drew his gaze to the bathroom door.
Why would she lock the door if she was home alone?
After having some problems with the lock, Marissa appeared from the bathroom.
“Hey” she said quickly. She didn’t seem surprised at all to see Ryan there.
Ryan greeted her the same way as he walked towards her. His hands found the familiar path down her sides and rested on her hips. With a small thump, Ryan gently, but fast pushed her onto the door, never abandoning her hips while doing this.
Marissa gasped at this unexpected gesture. Sometimes Ryan could be one of the most unpredictable people she’d met.
He let his whole body press against hers, letting her arms rest on her sides, as he cupped her soft face in her hands and kissed her hard on the lips.
Immediately the both closed their eyes, enjoying the moment. Marissa arms were now pressed against the wall as well, giving her no chance of showing affection towards Ryan than with her mouth and lips.
Ryan took her mouth over and over again while he suddenly pulled back a little, considering they both were a little short on oxygen.
“Wow” was all that Marissa could muster saying. She was breath taken - literally.
“I missed you,” Ryan softly whispered while caressing her jaw line with his lips and tongue.
Marissa let out a short laugh. “Didn’t I see you this morning?” she questioned playfully.
“Yes” Ryan confirmed, trying to hold back a smile.
“But office hours can be so long,” he said kissing the sensitive spot right across her cheekbone.
Marissa moaned in satisfaction and let herself get caught up in the moment.
She felt the pressure from Ryan’s body against hers ease, and felt his hands travel to her shirt buttons. He continued to kiss her, like he couldn’t get enough of her. While keeping his lips glued to hers, he unbuttoned her entire shirt and tried to slide it of her arms. That task wasn’t too easy, considering Marissa fingers were entangled in his hair in the neck, pressing their lips even harder together.
Marissa understood his impossible situation and untangled her fingers from his hair. She let the silky material of her shirt slide down her arms. They continued kissing through all this. The minute it was off her, she undid his tie in an expert’s speed while Ryan began tugging on one of the spaghetti straps on her top. After unbuttoning his whole shirt, she began sliding it of with both her arms on each side of his broad shoulders.
When the floor had two new citizens, Ryan and Marissa’s shirts, Marissa’s top was on the way too, leaving her just in her bra. They were both breathing hard now, out of desire and anticipation.
Ryan kissed Marissa again. It was a wet and strong kiss, considering Ryan’s tongue were stuck deeply in her mouth and they were both holding on for dare life.
Marissa felt Ryan’s hands sliding from her head, which he had pressed towards him, making the kiss even more intense, down her back and down in her jeans pockets, one in each. He was dragging her with him by … her derière, and when they reached the end of their bed, both of them collapsed on it, Ryan first and Marissa on top of him. Ryan’s hands were drawn out of her pockets, one on the back of her head and the other on the small of her back.
“How long has it been?” Marissa managed to drag out in between passionately hot kisses.
“A week?” Ryan smugly responded.
“Seems longer.” Marissa smiled.
“Yeah I know what you mean.”
Ryan liked best to be on top, it gave him the illusion of being in charge. With that said, Ryan rolled over so he was staring down at Marissa. He leaned down and explored her neck, collarbone and chest with kisses that contained so much affection and desire. Marissa was now panting, moaning when his lips came in contact with her skin. For a moment she felt paralyzed, but soon came to her senses and was no longer under Ryan’s spell that strongly, so she managed to lift her arms up and stick them under his well known wife beater.
Ryan felt her soft fingers, nails and palms, sliding up his chest, and he moved his lips up to hers again, to give her better access.
The wife beater was tossed carelessly away, and Marissa began fiddling with his belt.
Ever heard the expression ‘saved by the bell’? In this case the bell rang, but you couldn’t exactly call it to be saved.
“Ignore it,” Ryan’s deep voice begged her.
Why does he have to be such a good kisser? Marissa closed her eyes in pleasure and felt her body becoming warm, all the way from her toes to her cheeks.
“Ry…” she said out of breath, not exactly wanting him to stop him in what he was doing.
“Yes?” Ryan asked like a little school boy.
“It could be something important,” Marissa forced herself to say.
“More important than this?” he said raising an eyebrow, kissing her hungrily.
“I’ll have to think about that one,” Marissa playfully answered.
The bell sounded again. Ryan pinned her down on the bed, reading her thoughts.
“We have to go---“ Marissa was cut off by Ryan kissing her, and due to her open mouth, succeeded in getting his tongue inside her mouth.
Marissa knew the cause of his sudden urge to kiss her, and decided to have it her way.
She pushed him off her, and surprised him by pressing her lips urgently to his. Before Ryan got the chance to even consider rolling her over again, Marissa had detached her lips from his and was scooting off the bed.
Ryan tried to grab her by the arm, stopping her from going downstairs, but Marissa was too fast. He let out a frustrated groan, falling back against the pillows.
Marissa was now running from side to side in their bedroom, looking for her clothes. When she found them, she threw them on as fast as possible and then went to the mirror. She tried to comb her tangled hair, but that only made her hair even messier. She threw her brush on her vanity table, and tied her hair up in a ponytail. She then left the room in a hurry, followed by hastily steps down the stairs, fading when she reached the bottom of the staircase.
Ryan took this as a sign to get up. He wasn’t so worried about his appearance like Marissa, simply grabbing his shirt from the floor and buttoned up a few of the buttons Marissa had so urgently ripped apart moments before, and began walking down to the front door.
Marissa braced herself for what was waiting on the other side of the door. Julie had always been a fan of the ‘surprise pop-ins’. But when she had opened the door, there wasn’t any perky read-head in sight. In stead there was a tall, lanky man with dark curly hair, side by side with a bit shorter dark-haired woman.
“Hey…” Marissa said confused.
Ryan had made it to the hallway where he spotted Marissa’s back at the open front door. He heard the familiar voices, and came to Marissa’s side.
“Hey, what are you guys doing here?” Ryan questioned friendly, snaking his arm around Marissa’s waist.
“Oooo!” Seth cooed with a smirk on his face. “Cover up good,” he pointed at Marissa. “And cover up not so good.” With his finger in Ryan’s direction.
Ryan and Marissa’s faces were instantly growing a crimson colour.
“Uhm … Well actually we came to tell you something,” Summer quickly, but seriously said. She didn’t have a problem ignoring the present situation, she had done that for years with the Step Monster.
“Yes we did.” Seth nodded. “And I’m sorry for not using another communicating program, but this little one right here insisted on the most social one.”
Marissa moved herself from occupying the entrance. “Come in,” she invited.
They all went to the living room where Seth and Summer seated themselves on the couch, and Marissa and Ryan in separate chairs.
“Okay … Well what is it?” Marissa was really beginning to wonder what made the two of them showing up on their front step just to tell them something.
“I’m sorry Marissa, but I can’t inform you on that matter, ‘cause clearly my wife doesn’t think I can keep a secret.”
Marissa stifled a laugh along with the two others. “And what would make her think that?”
“Okay enough sarcasm already! Jeez, you guys really need to get your own style instead of copying mine,” Seth pointed out.
“Since when did you get your own style?” Ryan raised his eyebrows.
“Since comic books and indie rock bands existed,” Seth defended.
“Fair enough,” Ryan gave in, agreeing with Seth.
Summer was now beginning to get really fed up. She couldn’t take to keep this inside any longer. “Maybe Cohen is rubbing off on me …” Summer realized, but quickly battled that thought with her classic ‘eww’. Whatever it was, she knew that she couldn’t keep this up, and hide something that important and huge from her best friends.
“Lindsay and Trey are engaged!” she cried out, leaving the other people in the room stunned.