Summer Time - 23
Rating: No idea where this might end up so let's be safe. NC17
Beta: Thanks loracj I had a further tweak, so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own The OC, Ryan or Benjamin McKenzie (unfortunately)
Story: This all takes place a few years after the end of S4
A/N: Almost there. Epilogue to follow.
23
Summer woke to the first rays of morning light streaming in through the skylight. She was nestled in Ryan’s arms; his naked body spooned around hers.
They’d made love several more times during the night after the first fast and furious coupling. Each subsequent time was slower and more caring than the one before, but equally as satisfying. Ryan took his time, bringing her to heights she hadn’t known existed. She was almost embarrassed at the degree to which she had lost control on more than one occasion.
He was a kind and considerate lover, but she knew he was a kind and considerate person; it was why she had fallen for him in the first place. She’d never felt more treasured in her life.
His lips nibbled her shoulder and she smiled as he proceeded along her neck, his erection nudging at her from behind. She rolled over in his arms and was struck by the wave of affection that hit her like a tidal wave. He was now her lover, but he was so much more.
“Good morning,” he greeted softly, his blue eyes sparkling.
“It is a good morning,” she agreed as he pulled her into his arms to kiss her deeply.
When they finally came up for air, Ryan took a moment to really look at her, drinking in her bed tousled hair, her lips swollen with kisses, her jaw line pink from the scratch of his beard. She looked well and truly ravished and he was actually proud that he was responsible for it. She’d never been more beautiful in his eyes.
“So…what would you like to do today?” he asked. He’d move mountains for her if it was what she wanted.
Summer thought for a moment.
“One option is to stay right here with you, but I guess we have all the time in the world for that now. So I think the first thing we should do is move all your stuff back into this room. I don’t ever want you sleeping in the other room again.”
“I think that we can manage that,” Ryan said. He knew that she’d never been happy about him changing rooms.
“You know,” Ryan confessed, “the only reason I did it was because I wasn’t sure that I could trust myself to not touch you if I kept sharing your bed.”
Summer smiled. So he had at least some feelings for her ever since the first few weeks. That was good to know. It hadn’t been all one sided as she’d sometimes feared.
“And I was so unhappy because I was hoping that if we were sharing a bed, that I could make a move on you and get you interested in the idea… you know … of us as more than just friends,” she explained.
“I was always interested. I just needed to clear it with Sandy and Kirsten first. I owe them so much.”
“I thought that maybe it was Seth holding you back.”
“I guess it was at the beginning. But he’s destroyed any loyalty that I felt for him,” Ryan said regretfully.
“But…you know what? I don’t want to talk about the Cohen’s right now,” he continued. “I’d rather talk some more about this interest that I have for you. In fact …”
He began tracing a line with his lips from her shoulder to her neck, then down to her breast. Taking the pert nipple between his lips and sucking it had Summer thinking of nothing else except what he could do to her with his lips … and his tongue … and his dick. It seemed to take only the smallest move from him to have her wanting him again. And want him she did, badly.
Ryan’s lips moved further south and Summer was surprised to feel her resistance melt away. She’d always been hesitant when it came to oral with Seth, feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious, but with Ryan she was positively eager. She wasn’t exactly sure why. Maybe it was purely because of his skill. He could have her teetering on the edge of climax so quickly she was almost embarrassed. But it was more than that. She enjoyed doing it to him as well. The satisfaction that came from being able to make him lose control was almost as good.
“One more time and then we exchange Christmas gifts,” she stated, her words melting in a fog of lust as his mouth closed over her nub and his fingers slid inside her. She buried her hands in his hair and gave herself up to him completely.
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“You know we could go out for breakfast,” Ryan suggested as they both ransacked the kitchen looking for something to eat. The place had been empty since Christmas, so there wasn’t much there. Thankfully they both took their coffee black, so that might have to tide them over.
“Uh uh. We’d have to get dressed for that and I like you just as you are,” Summer replied lustfully, soaking in the sight of him bare-chested with nothing but a towel wrapped low around his hips.
Ryan pulled her into his arms. She also had a towel wrapped around her, but it was driving him insane. He wanted her again. The time in the shower had done nothing to dampen his appetite.
Summer was all smiles. Whatever she’d imagined that being with Ryan would be like - this was so much better.
“Again?” she asked.
“Maybe. If I can talk you into it,” he offered tentatively. He didn’t want to push his luck, but she was like an addiction.
“You do have a way with words,” Summer commented, grinning at the ridiculousness of the statement, especially with his history of verbal communication. But then he didn’t need words. All it took was one look from him and she wanted it, too.
“What choice do I have?” she added as she pulled the towel from his hips.
Ryan returned the favour and pulled her towel away, leaving her totally naked, then he lifted her up to sit on the counter.
“No bed this time?” she asked.
“I like to be adventurous,” he said, grinning.
Summer quirked her eyebrows at him. Life with him was never going to be boring.
“That’s the excuse you used in the shower,” she pointed out.
“Do I need an excuse?” he asked, his hands moving over her.
Her body filled with sensations that made talking almost impossible. She couldn’t believe how she could be ready for him in moments. All he had to do was look at her ‘that’ way and she was wet.
She shook her head and pulled him towards her, guiding him between her folds. She watched with fascination as his length disappeared inside her, then she hooked her legs around him to hold him tightly to her. Their mouths met and their tongues began to dance as Ryan began to move his hips. She lost herself again to the feeling of him buried deep inside her.
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Summer had just emerged from the bathroom after her second shower. She picked Ryan’s wife beater up off the floor, and was just pulling it over her head when Ryan’s phone started to ring. He’d gone to the store to get some bagels and had obviously forgotten it. But she wasn’t sure if she should answer it. Glancing at the screen, she was even more unsure. She’d always avoided answering any of his calls before, because no one in Berkeley knew of their living arrangement, but now it was all out in the open. And if she didn’t answer, they might worry and she didn’t want that. She hadn’t spoken to any of them since the divorce, and wasn’t sure what sort of reaction she’d get. But she was with Ryan now and they were going to have to learn to accept it.
Hesitantly she opened the phone and put it to her ear.
“Hello?” Summer answered nervously.
“Who’s that?” Kirsten queried, not expecting a female to answer.
For a moment she thought that she’d called the wrong number, but that wasn’t possible. He was on speed dial.
“It’s Summer. Ryan went to pick up bagels. He didn’t take his phone,” Summer said, the explanation running on after the greeting. She didn’t want them to think this was something that she usually did.
Kirsten could sense the younger girl’s hesitation and felt badly, since she knew that her and Sandy were at least partially responsible for it.
“Summer, hi. It’s Kirsten,” she said, hoping to put the other girl at ease.
“Hi, Kirsten.”
“I called to wish him a Happy New Year. And you too,” she added for good measure. “I hope the two of you had a good time. Did you go to Times Square?”
“No. I didn’t get back from Newport until just before midnight and Ryan was already asleep.”
“Asleep? I feel so guilty. He should have been here celebrating with us, but Seth made that too difficult for him. I hate to think of him welcoming in the New Year alone.”
“You don’t need to worry. I woke him up in time,” Summer replied.
She was glad that this wasn’t a webcam conversation. Kirsten would have noticed her blush for sure as she replayed in her mind just how she’d woken him.
“That’s good to hear. It’s important to welcome in the New Year.”
“We did that,” Summer said, hoping that Kirsten would move on and change the subject. She didn’t want to have to answer any more questions about their private celebration.
“So do you have anything planned for the day?” Kirsten said, attempting polite conversation.
Now that she knew that Ryan’s interest in Summer was more than just ‘friendly’, she wondered if she could give them a push in the right direction.
“Not really. We thought we’d wait and see what the weather does. It’s snowing here right now.”
Kirsten was pleased with Summer’s use of the word we. It sounded like whatever they did, it would be together. Surely that had to be a good sign.
“Aw. That sounds so nice. We always intended to have a family snow holiday, but we never got around to it. Then before we knew it, the boys were gone.”
As soon as she said the words, she realised how quickly things had changed.
Summer could hear the wistful lilt in Kirsten’s voice.
“Nothing stays the same for long, that’s for sure,” Summer agreed, thinking about how much her own life had changed in the last few years.
“That makes it all the more important to hold on to the things that are important to you,” Kirsten urged, wondering if Summer was getting her message. “And to the people that are important to you.”
Summer considered Kirsten’s words. Was this some thinly veiled hint that she should keep in contact with Seth? Because that was never going to happen.
“Seth hurt me too much …” she started, wanting to make that crystal clear, only to be cut off.
“I don’t expect you to have anything to do with Seth. But since your roommate is my other son …” Kirsten started, then stopped abruptly. She wasn’t sure what she could say, and yet she wanted to say something.
Summer was still confused about Kirsten’s intent.
Kirsten decided to start again.
“I’m guessing that he’s okay as a roommate? He was never any trouble when he was with us.”
“Ryan’s … the best,” Summer answered. It was the only thing she could think of. And he was the best … at everything.
Kirsten smiled. The tone of Summer’s few words told her more than the actual words themselves.
“He is the best. You should hang on to him.” Kirsten advised.
“I intend to,” Summer replied.
Kirsten smiled. It sounded like they were on the right path and that’s all she wanted… for both of them. It was time that Ryan put his own happiness first and stopped worrying about the Cohen’s. She wasn’t sure exactly when things had changed, from them looking out for him to the other way around. But she knew that he’d been looking out for them for way too long. They could and would take care of themselves.
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After breakfast, Ryan and Summer finished finding a home for all of his stuff in the walk-in closet. Looking around the room and admiring their handiwork, Summer couldn’t help but be pleased. It was as much his room as hers now and she was thrilled. It was the first real sign that they were in a relationship. A serious relationship.
“Now that that’s done, I think that we should exchange our Christmas gifts,” she suggested.
Ryan frowned.
“What? You don’t like that idea?” she asked.
“No. It’s okay. It’s just that if I’d known that this is where we were headed, I would have gotten you something else. But things were so messed up before Christmas, I didn’t know what to get you, and what I ended up with isn’t very romantic,” Ryan explained.
“That’s okay. What I got for you isn’t romantic either.”
“But mine’s worse than that. I bought myself the same thing that I got for you.”
“That’s okay. So did I,” Summer replied.
They both looked at one another and laughed, thinking they may have gotten the same thing for each other. Quite the coincidence.
“You didn’t buy Thai cooking classes, did you?” Ryan asked.
Summer’s face broke into a huge smile.
“No, I didn’t. But that’s a great idea. And we can take them together?” she asked excitedly, almost as if it was too good to be true.
“That was the plan.”
“Yippee,” Summer replied, dancing around him with glee.
Ryan laughed, pleased that she seemed to like the idea.
“I figured I’d make you spend more time with me, since you had been avoiding me. This way you’d have no choice.”
Summer stopped her little dance, wanting to explain.
“I wasn’t avoiding you, I just didn’t trust myself around you, and I also wanted to give you some space to sort things through. I still hoped that you liked me, but after you turned down my offer of sex, I wasn’t sure what else I could do.”
“That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, saying no to you. You have no idea how much I wanted you. Want you,” he corrected, knowing that future tense would be more accurate now.
“You need to make it up to me,” Summer teased.
“”I’ll do my best,” Ryan replied. “But if you didn’t get me cooking classes then what did you get?” Ryan asked.
“Ice skates. I figure that we can learn to skate together.”
Ryan grimaced.
“I’m not so sure about that. I have all the grace of a wounded duck. Don’t you remember my dancing skills?”
Summer laughed.
“Ah, but there’s a method to my madness. First, it’s something that we can do together. Now just imagine, if we try it and end up falling down a lot, it only makes sense that we’ll need to come home and soak in the Jacuzzi. And since there’s only one tub …”
“We’ll have to soak together?” Ryan supplied.
“Uh huh,” Summer said, smiling at his reaction.
“I’m liking the idea more and more,” Ryan responded, embracing her.
“I thought you might.”
“You know, we could just skip the lesson today and head straight to the Jacuzzi,” Ryan suggested as he ran his hands up and down her body.
“It IS cold and nasty outside,” Summer agreed.
“And I do have a bottle of champagne on ice,” Ryan pointed out.
“Do you now? What for?”
“I was hoping when you returned from Newport, after we talked? That we might have a reason to celebrate.”
“And …?”
“And I think that we do.”
“I agree. We do. Don’t you think it’s funny that we both had the same idea for our gifts? We both chose things that would give us more time together,” Summer observed.
“Hmmm. Speaking of spending more time together …” Ryan started, walking her backwards towards the bed, and lightly nudging her onto it.
“You know, we should change the sheets,” Summer pointed out. “We’ve given them quite a work out.”
“Yeah, I know,” Ryan said, “but I think that they’re good for one more time,” he suggested, his eyes scanning her body as he spoke. She was wearing his wife beater from last night and a tiny g-string. His eyes ran up her legs and he could feel his erection grow in his sweats to stand proud. One look at her scantily clad was all it took.
Summer noticed. She knew he was going commando, since she’d demanded it when he dressed for the store. So she pulled them down gently but urgently, then reached up to pull off his t-shirt. She dispensed with them both hastily by tossing them to the floor, then lay back on the bed only to be leapt upon, his hands pulling off her g-string and ridding her of his wifebeater.
“Or maybe two …” Summer asked, her voice indicating assent.
“Or three … “ he answered definitively.
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Beta: Thanks loracj I had a further tweak, so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own The OC, Ryan or Benjamin McKenzie (unfortunately)
Story: This all takes place a few years after the end of S4
A/N: Almost there. Epilogue to follow.
23
Summer woke to the first rays of morning light streaming in through the skylight. She was nestled in Ryan’s arms; his naked body spooned around hers.
They’d made love several more times during the night after the first fast and furious coupling. Each subsequent time was slower and more caring than the one before, but equally as satisfying. Ryan took his time, bringing her to heights she hadn’t known existed. She was almost embarrassed at the degree to which she had lost control on more than one occasion.
He was a kind and considerate lover, but she knew he was a kind and considerate person; it was why she had fallen for him in the first place. She’d never felt more treasured in her life.
His lips nibbled her shoulder and she smiled as he proceeded along her neck, his erection nudging at her from behind. She rolled over in his arms and was struck by the wave of affection that hit her like a tidal wave. He was now her lover, but he was so much more.
“Good morning,” he greeted softly, his blue eyes sparkling.
“It is a good morning,” she agreed as he pulled her into his arms to kiss her deeply.
When they finally came up for air, Ryan took a moment to really look at her, drinking in her bed tousled hair, her lips swollen with kisses, her jaw line pink from the scratch of his beard. She looked well and truly ravished and he was actually proud that he was responsible for it. She’d never been more beautiful in his eyes.
“So…what would you like to do today?” he asked. He’d move mountains for her if it was what she wanted.
Summer thought for a moment.
“One option is to stay right here with you, but I guess we have all the time in the world for that now. So I think the first thing we should do is move all your stuff back into this room. I don’t ever want you sleeping in the other room again.”
“I think that we can manage that,” Ryan said. He knew that she’d never been happy about him changing rooms.
“You know,” Ryan confessed, “the only reason I did it was because I wasn’t sure that I could trust myself to not touch you if I kept sharing your bed.”
Summer smiled. So he had at least some feelings for her ever since the first few weeks. That was good to know. It hadn’t been all one sided as she’d sometimes feared.
“And I was so unhappy because I was hoping that if we were sharing a bed, that I could make a move on you and get you interested in the idea… you know … of us as more than just friends,” she explained.
“I was always interested. I just needed to clear it with Sandy and Kirsten first. I owe them so much.”
“I thought that maybe it was Seth holding you back.”
“I guess it was at the beginning. But he’s destroyed any loyalty that I felt for him,” Ryan said regretfully.
“But…you know what? I don’t want to talk about the Cohen’s right now,” he continued. “I’d rather talk some more about this interest that I have for you. In fact …”
He began tracing a line with his lips from her shoulder to her neck, then down to her breast. Taking the pert nipple between his lips and sucking it had Summer thinking of nothing else except what he could do to her with his lips … and his tongue … and his dick. It seemed to take only the smallest move from him to have her wanting him again. And want him she did, badly.
Ryan’s lips moved further south and Summer was surprised to feel her resistance melt away. She’d always been hesitant when it came to oral with Seth, feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious, but with Ryan she was positively eager. She wasn’t exactly sure why. Maybe it was purely because of his skill. He could have her teetering on the edge of climax so quickly she was almost embarrassed. But it was more than that. She enjoyed doing it to him as well. The satisfaction that came from being able to make him lose control was almost as good.
“One more time and then we exchange Christmas gifts,” she stated, her words melting in a fog of lust as his mouth closed over her nub and his fingers slid inside her. She buried her hands in his hair and gave herself up to him completely.
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“You know we could go out for breakfast,” Ryan suggested as they both ransacked the kitchen looking for something to eat. The place had been empty since Christmas, so there wasn’t much there. Thankfully they both took their coffee black, so that might have to tide them over.
“Uh uh. We’d have to get dressed for that and I like you just as you are,” Summer replied lustfully, soaking in the sight of him bare-chested with nothing but a towel wrapped low around his hips.
Ryan pulled her into his arms. She also had a towel wrapped around her, but it was driving him insane. He wanted her again. The time in the shower had done nothing to dampen his appetite.
Summer was all smiles. Whatever she’d imagined that being with Ryan would be like - this was so much better.
“Again?” she asked.
“Maybe. If I can talk you into it,” he offered tentatively. He didn’t want to push his luck, but she was like an addiction.
“You do have a way with words,” Summer commented, grinning at the ridiculousness of the statement, especially with his history of verbal communication. But then he didn’t need words. All it took was one look from him and she wanted it, too.
“What choice do I have?” she added as she pulled the towel from his hips.
Ryan returned the favour and pulled her towel away, leaving her totally naked, then he lifted her up to sit on the counter.
“No bed this time?” she asked.
“I like to be adventurous,” he said, grinning.
Summer quirked her eyebrows at him. Life with him was never going to be boring.
“That’s the excuse you used in the shower,” she pointed out.
“Do I need an excuse?” he asked, his hands moving over her.
Her body filled with sensations that made talking almost impossible. She couldn’t believe how she could be ready for him in moments. All he had to do was look at her ‘that’ way and she was wet.
She shook her head and pulled him towards her, guiding him between her folds. She watched with fascination as his length disappeared inside her, then she hooked her legs around him to hold him tightly to her. Their mouths met and their tongues began to dance as Ryan began to move his hips. She lost herself again to the feeling of him buried deep inside her.
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Summer had just emerged from the bathroom after her second shower. She picked Ryan’s wife beater up off the floor, and was just pulling it over her head when Ryan’s phone started to ring. He’d gone to the store to get some bagels and had obviously forgotten it. But she wasn’t sure if she should answer it. Glancing at the screen, she was even more unsure. She’d always avoided answering any of his calls before, because no one in Berkeley knew of their living arrangement, but now it was all out in the open. And if she didn’t answer, they might worry and she didn’t want that. She hadn’t spoken to any of them since the divorce, and wasn’t sure what sort of reaction she’d get. But she was with Ryan now and they were going to have to learn to accept it.
Hesitantly she opened the phone and put it to her ear.
“Hello?” Summer answered nervously.
“Who’s that?” Kirsten queried, not expecting a female to answer.
For a moment she thought that she’d called the wrong number, but that wasn’t possible. He was on speed dial.
“It’s Summer. Ryan went to pick up bagels. He didn’t take his phone,” Summer said, the explanation running on after the greeting. She didn’t want them to think this was something that she usually did.
Kirsten could sense the younger girl’s hesitation and felt badly, since she knew that her and Sandy were at least partially responsible for it.
“Summer, hi. It’s Kirsten,” she said, hoping to put the other girl at ease.
“Hi, Kirsten.”
“I called to wish him a Happy New Year. And you too,” she added for good measure. “I hope the two of you had a good time. Did you go to Times Square?”
“No. I didn’t get back from Newport until just before midnight and Ryan was already asleep.”
“Asleep? I feel so guilty. He should have been here celebrating with us, but Seth made that too difficult for him. I hate to think of him welcoming in the New Year alone.”
“You don’t need to worry. I woke him up in time,” Summer replied.
She was glad that this wasn’t a webcam conversation. Kirsten would have noticed her blush for sure as she replayed in her mind just how she’d woken him.
“That’s good to hear. It’s important to welcome in the New Year.”
“We did that,” Summer said, hoping that Kirsten would move on and change the subject. She didn’t want to have to answer any more questions about their private celebration.
“So do you have anything planned for the day?” Kirsten said, attempting polite conversation.
Now that she knew that Ryan’s interest in Summer was more than just ‘friendly’, she wondered if she could give them a push in the right direction.
“Not really. We thought we’d wait and see what the weather does. It’s snowing here right now.”
Kirsten was pleased with Summer’s use of the word we. It sounded like whatever they did, it would be together. Surely that had to be a good sign.
“Aw. That sounds so nice. We always intended to have a family snow holiday, but we never got around to it. Then before we knew it, the boys were gone.”
As soon as she said the words, she realised how quickly things had changed.
Summer could hear the wistful lilt in Kirsten’s voice.
“Nothing stays the same for long, that’s for sure,” Summer agreed, thinking about how much her own life had changed in the last few years.
“That makes it all the more important to hold on to the things that are important to you,” Kirsten urged, wondering if Summer was getting her message. “And to the people that are important to you.”
Summer considered Kirsten’s words. Was this some thinly veiled hint that she should keep in contact with Seth? Because that was never going to happen.
“Seth hurt me too much …” she started, wanting to make that crystal clear, only to be cut off.
“I don’t expect you to have anything to do with Seth. But since your roommate is my other son …” Kirsten started, then stopped abruptly. She wasn’t sure what she could say, and yet she wanted to say something.
Summer was still confused about Kirsten’s intent.
Kirsten decided to start again.
“I’m guessing that he’s okay as a roommate? He was never any trouble when he was with us.”
“Ryan’s … the best,” Summer answered. It was the only thing she could think of. And he was the best … at everything.
Kirsten smiled. The tone of Summer’s few words told her more than the actual words themselves.
“He is the best. You should hang on to him.” Kirsten advised.
“I intend to,” Summer replied.
Kirsten smiled. It sounded like they were on the right path and that’s all she wanted… for both of them. It was time that Ryan put his own happiness first and stopped worrying about the Cohen’s. She wasn’t sure exactly when things had changed, from them looking out for him to the other way around. But she knew that he’d been looking out for them for way too long. They could and would take care of themselves.
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After breakfast, Ryan and Summer finished finding a home for all of his stuff in the walk-in closet. Looking around the room and admiring their handiwork, Summer couldn’t help but be pleased. It was as much his room as hers now and she was thrilled. It was the first real sign that they were in a relationship. A serious relationship.
“Now that that’s done, I think that we should exchange our Christmas gifts,” she suggested.
Ryan frowned.
“What? You don’t like that idea?” she asked.
“No. It’s okay. It’s just that if I’d known that this is where we were headed, I would have gotten you something else. But things were so messed up before Christmas, I didn’t know what to get you, and what I ended up with isn’t very romantic,” Ryan explained.
“That’s okay. What I got for you isn’t romantic either.”
“But mine’s worse than that. I bought myself the same thing that I got for you.”
“That’s okay. So did I,” Summer replied.
They both looked at one another and laughed, thinking they may have gotten the same thing for each other. Quite the coincidence.
“You didn’t buy Thai cooking classes, did you?” Ryan asked.
Summer’s face broke into a huge smile.
“No, I didn’t. But that’s a great idea. And we can take them together?” she asked excitedly, almost as if it was too good to be true.
“That was the plan.”
“Yippee,” Summer replied, dancing around him with glee.
Ryan laughed, pleased that she seemed to like the idea.
“I figured I’d make you spend more time with me, since you had been avoiding me. This way you’d have no choice.”
Summer stopped her little dance, wanting to explain.
“I wasn’t avoiding you, I just didn’t trust myself around you, and I also wanted to give you some space to sort things through. I still hoped that you liked me, but after you turned down my offer of sex, I wasn’t sure what else I could do.”
“That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, saying no to you. You have no idea how much I wanted you. Want you,” he corrected, knowing that future tense would be more accurate now.
“You need to make it up to me,” Summer teased.
“”I’ll do my best,” Ryan replied. “But if you didn’t get me cooking classes then what did you get?” Ryan asked.
“Ice skates. I figure that we can learn to skate together.”
Ryan grimaced.
“I’m not so sure about that. I have all the grace of a wounded duck. Don’t you remember my dancing skills?”
Summer laughed.
“Ah, but there’s a method to my madness. First, it’s something that we can do together. Now just imagine, if we try it and end up falling down a lot, it only makes sense that we’ll need to come home and soak in the Jacuzzi. And since there’s only one tub …”
“We’ll have to soak together?” Ryan supplied.
“Uh huh,” Summer said, smiling at his reaction.
“I’m liking the idea more and more,” Ryan responded, embracing her.
“I thought you might.”
“You know, we could just skip the lesson today and head straight to the Jacuzzi,” Ryan suggested as he ran his hands up and down her body.
“It IS cold and nasty outside,” Summer agreed.
“And I do have a bottle of champagne on ice,” Ryan pointed out.
“Do you now? What for?”
“I was hoping when you returned from Newport, after we talked? That we might have a reason to celebrate.”
“And …?”
“And I think that we do.”
“I agree. We do. Don’t you think it’s funny that we both had the same idea for our gifts? We both chose things that would give us more time together,” Summer observed.
“Hmmm. Speaking of spending more time together …” Ryan started, walking her backwards towards the bed, and lightly nudging her onto it.
“You know, we should change the sheets,” Summer pointed out. “We’ve given them quite a work out.”
“Yeah, I know,” Ryan said, “but I think that they’re good for one more time,” he suggested, his eyes scanning her body as he spoke. She was wearing his wife beater from last night and a tiny g-string. His eyes ran up her legs and he could feel his erection grow in his sweats to stand proud. One look at her scantily clad was all it took.
Summer noticed. She knew he was going commando, since she’d demanded it when he dressed for the store. So she pulled them down gently but urgently, then reached up to pull off his t-shirt. She dispensed with them both hastily by tossing them to the floor, then lay back on the bed only to be leapt upon, his hands pulling off her g-string and ridding her of his wifebeater.
“Or maybe two …” Summer asked, her voice indicating assent.
“Or three … “ he answered definitively.
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