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This started out as my attempt at the latest fic writing prompt and turned into smut. AU because I haven't actually seen many of the scenes with this character so I took my own liberties with her. The first part above the *****'s is my attempt at the writing prompt, the rest is just my normal old stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything OC related.
Rating: R for smuttiness.
The writing prompt is: Silent Partner. Contemplate for a while then slowly write down, a conversation between several people in which one person says very little -- or nothing at all -- as in the selection from Beth Nugent’s story (in the other entry). Make this silent partner a crucial part of the situation, and don’t ignore this character just because he is not speaking
“I think she needs an intervention, I mean, something’s obviously got to change…” she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder and letting her dark brown eyes flicker toward me for an instant before returning her attention to the checkered tabletop.
“This is definitely unacceptable.” Seth’s fingers are dipping a French fry into the bowl of ketchup between himself and his girlfriend, but he makes no move to eat it, simply dipping it compulsively.
“I mean, it’s like she’s developed a split personality disorder like Ginger from the valley. I mean, giving up her friends so she can chase after the new brooding thug from Union…” Summer says.
Seth glares at her.
The burger is thick in my mouth but at least I can taste it.
“I was being ironic,” Summer replies to Seth’s stern look. “Ryan…”
I meet her gaze but she looks away immediately.
“Dude, we’ll talk to her,” he says. “Make her see what a mistake she’s making.”
It’s interesting to me how Seth always thinks he knows what I’m thinking. He has no idea. Marissa ditching me is not a tragedy. Me staying with her for so long, that’s a tragedy. The way I let Seth dictate me to the ‘right choice’ is a tragedy. I might not make good decisions, but he’s not running with much of a stellar record either.
“It’s just a phase, she’ll see what a prick Johnny is and she’ll come back to you, she just needs to get him out of her system,” Summer adds.
I take another bite of my burger.
“She still cares about you, she’s the one that called us and told us to take you out to distract you,” Seth says.
And it makes sense now that they’ve brought me to the one place where I spent most of my time with Marissa. They don’t have any concept that I don’t want her back. That I will never take her back after this.
Seth’s French fry finally gives up the fight and breaks off in the bowl of ketchup.
“Don’t worry, Ryan. This is just temporary,” Summer says, smiling determinedly.
I’m not worried.
“The brooding’s getting worse,” Seth says, glancing at Summer.
I reach into my pocket and pull out my wallet. It’s going to be nice to have a little extra money now. I toss a five on the table and turn my hand over to motion for the keys.
“Where are you going?”
“For a drive,” I tell him and he drops the keys in my hand.
“Don’t worry, Ryan. We’ve got it all under control,” Summer promises.
**** **** ****
She answers the door immediately, her hair up in a perky ponytail, complete with tiny pink bow.
Her khaki shorts are low on her hips and the pink belt matches her bow and her keds.
“Ryan. What…what are you doing here?” she asks, surprised.
“Can I come in?” I ask and her eyes light up. She’s eager for any kind of interaction.
I don’t know exactly how I ended up here. I just don’t want to be alone. Or with Seth and Summer.
They’re well-meaning friends but there’s a codependency that they have and I need to tear loose before they tether me to Marissa again.
And sadly, she is the only person I could think of that was remotely close to a friend. And she’s even more of an acquaintance.
“Sure. Is everything okay? Do you guys need me to be part of another plan?” Taylor asks.
“No. I was just hoping you could let me hide out here a while,” I say. It sounds stupid even to me.
“Here? With…with me? I mean, should I leave?” Taylor stammers.
“Look, Taylor. I don’t know you that well, but I think I’ve sort of got an idea of what makes you tick. You try to be the best student, you try to fit in with the popular kids, you make yourself into whatever you think will make people like you but it’s never enough. I know how that feels, too. I thought maybe we could just chill and not have to ‘be’ anything for a little while,” I say, more words than I mean to coming out.
Taylor’s mouth hangs open a little but then she smiles finally. “Sure.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You look like you could use a friend. And god knows I could,” she says. She reaches out and takes my hand. “Come on.”
**** **** ****
Her sidekick has a knitted case for it and she puts my phone on top of the lavender case on her nightstand.
I’m carrying the ice cream and she sits cross-legged on the end of the bed, patting it beside her as a welcoming gesture as she flips on the TV with a remote.
Her room is nothing like I imagined it. One wall is plastered with M.C. Escher sketches, another with colorful anime posters. She has maps on the wall behind her bed, pegged with tiny flags.
“I usually entertain people in the sitting room downstairs, but this is a special occasion,” she says.
I sit down beside her and she hands me a pillow to put the ice cream on so it sits between us.
“This movie always cheers me up,” she says, and I recognize the intro to The Princess Bride. She holds out a spoon.
She’s more animated than I expect and after I’ve gotten to the bottom half of the carton, I’m quoting the lines with her.
She turns to me suddenly, her eyes bright and her spoon pointed at me. “My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
I block her assault with my spoon and I realize that I’m laughing when she tackles me on the bed and starts to tickle me.
She tastes like strawberry when I kiss her.
She giggles into my mouth, smiling as she tentatively probes my mouth with her tongue, licking the sweetness from the back of my teeth.
“Sorry,” I apologize when she pulls away.
“Don’t apologize.”
“No. You’re a friend and…”
“It’s okay. I know you’re with Marissa…”
“I’m not.”
She raises an eyebrow at me. “No?”
“No. Seth and Summer were just too much for me today. I needed to not be reminded of Marissa.”
“So…are you rebounding?”
I raise my eyebrow this time.
“You know what? I don’t care. We’re friends. Friends can make out. I don’t have a problem with this at all.”
She dipped her mouth back to mine again.
**** **** ****
I stroke her clit through the fabric of her panties and she writhes under my touch, rubbing her crotch against my fingers. I’m sucking on one of her nipples and she’s panting erotically. Her fingers are clutching the bedspread.
She raises up suddenly and puts her fingers into the elastic of her underwear, pulling them down over her ankles, fully naked on the bed now.
She spreads her legs and I don’t need any more encouragement to taste her.
I feel the slickness between her legs and then dart my tongue out to taste it, licking her juices slowly.
“God, Ryan…just…”
I probe her opening with my tongue and she moans when I start to suck on her clit.
She takes my hands and puts them over her breasts, her hard nipples beneath my palms as she arches her back and I taste her orgasm.
I raise myself up to look at her and she’s smiling.
“Come here,” she says, still breathless and I hold myself above her so I can kiss her.
She licks her lips and looks at me, her eyes glazed. “Is that how I taste?”
My dick’s stiff against her leg and she wraps her hand around it, squeezing it tightly and making my breath hitch.
She pushes me to lie on my back and before I can think, her mouth is on my cock, licking the head to clean it of precum.
“Better get it ready for me,” she giggles, licking it teasingly with her tongue, paying special attention to my balls.
She doesn’t use her hands, finally placing them flat on the bed on either side of me as she lowers her head onto my cock, the head of it bumping against the back of her throat for a moment before she makes a slight gagging sound and takes it into her throat.
She mumbles something around my cock and it feels so good that my hips buck, pushing further into her mouth.
She lets it slowly out of her mouth and looks up at me. “I don’t want to taste it,” she says before deep-throating me again.
I groan, it feels so good to be fully inside her hot mouth and she lets me thrust into her in a slow rhythm.
It doesn’t take long and she’s looking up at me when I lose it, my dick fully engulfed in her mouth as it erupts.
Her throat contracts as she swallows and she waits until I’m fully spent before releasing my dick from her mouth.
She licks her lips again and climbs up to lie across me, her legs tangled in mine. I kiss her softly on her neck and she sighs.
“I like friends.”
**** **** ****
We shower, separately and when I’m finished and dressed, she’s waiting on her bed, her hair in ringlets and she’s uncharacteristically dressed in jeans and a tank top with flip flops.
“Want to go out?”
“Um,” I start.
“I don’t mean like that,” she smiles, standing up. “I mean, for fun, as friends.”
“Out where?” I ask.
“Somewhere that we can cut loose,” she says. “It’s one of my favorite places.”
We end up at a carnival that I never even knew existed and she pulls me onto the carousel into one of the seats between the horses.
She’s so refreshing, nothing like the stuffy perfectionist I see at school and I pull her legs so they’re across my legs, holding her close to sit beside me.
“You are just full of surprises,” I say.
“Well, not many people try to look below the surface.”
“I know that feeling.”
She leans her head against my shoulder. “I don’t want a boyfriend.”
“I don’t want a girlfriend.”
“So.”
‘We’re friends, Taylor.”
**** **** ****
“Dude, you were gone all day,” Seth says, Summer’s beside him with her hands on her hips.
It’s a statement not a question so I don’t say anything.
“Are you all right?” she asks.
I turn to face them.
“Ryan?” Seth calls.
“I had a very nice day. And just for your information, I’m not going to take Marissa back. I wish her good luck and good riddance. If you guys can’t accept that, then we might need to have a real conversation one day. Good night,” I finish, satisfied, and close the door to the poolhouse.
“Ryan… but…” Seth says, opening the door and following me inside.
“I’m not a doormat. I’m not going to wait for Marissa to come back to me. I am tired of my feelings not mattering as much as everyone else’s. I am tired of not mattering. I don’t want her back. I’m not taking her back just to make you happy, if you’re my friend, you should want what’s best for me,” I say, needing to get the words out.
His face flashes with surprise. “Dude…”
“All you had to do was say something,” Summer says quietly from the doorway. “Come on, Cohen. Let’s go make out or something.”
Seth’s face lights up against his will. “Really?”
“Get out. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”