The Unexpected (Final Three Chapters)

[missmara]

The final 3 chapters...



Chapter Thirty Two

"Just... what was all that about?" Seth asked Summer for what had to be the millionth time as they walked into the house.

"Cohen, just shut the hell up before I beat you into the ground!" Summer snapped.

"Hey kids," Kirsten said as she saw them. "Sandy ran out to get dinner. Chinese."

"Sounds great," Seth said. "But what was up with..."

"Table's set," Ryan said as he stepped into the livingroom.

"Thanks, Ryan," Kirsten said.

"How was the beach?" Sandy asked as he returned, laden with many bags of food. "We didn't know exactly what you'd want, Summer, so we got plenty."

"At this point? I'd eat a PB&J and love it. And I'm allergic to Peanut Butter," Summer said. "I didn't eat much today."

"My fault," Ryan said. "Sorry about my... meltdown, guys."

"It's okay," Seth said. "I figured sooner or later you'd have one... too much stuff you keep all locked down inside, man."

"Yeah," Ryan agreed, his gaze flickering to Summer then away quickly. "Did you remember the Sweet & Sour Chicken?" he asked Sandy.

"Enough that everyone can have some," Sandy acknowledged.

"Only if they beat me to it," Summer said.

"Oh, another fan of the Sweet & Sour," Seth said. "Ryan always steals it all."

"He tries to keep me from it and I'll kick his ass," Summer promised, shooting a 'threatening' look in Ryan's direction.

"Don't say ass," Kirsten said, smiling.

"Don't you love when she does that?" Seth asked as the group sat down. "Tells us not to say a word while saying the word herself?"

"I'm a mom, it's my perogative to do that," Kirsten said.

They all settled down into eating, passing the containers around and watching in amusement as Summer and Ryan pretended to argue over control of the Sweet & Sour Chicken, then Seth finally spoke. "Has there been anything new about the adoption?" he asked.

"Funny you should ask," Sandy said. "Your mom made me call today, and I found out they were going to call tomorrow. All that's left to do is appear before the judge for a final confirmation that this is what everyone wants, and then sign the last papers, and it's done. We've got an appointment for that day after tomorrow. Ryan will officially and legally be a Cohen."

"Think you'll survive it?" Seth joked, looking at Ryan.

"I've survived you guys so far, I think I can keep that going," Ryan said. "Besides, you're not so bad of a brother. And for parents Mom and Dad aren't so bad," he added, watching Seth for a reaction to him calling Kirsten and Sandy 'Mom and Dad'. When there wasn't one, he frowned. Then Summer elbowed him in the side and tilted her head.

"Did you just say what I think you just said?" she whispered.

"Yeah," Ryan replied, smiling.

"Wait," Seth said looking up again, his gaze going from his beaming parents to Ryan who was looking at him in amusement. "Did you just call them... you did, didn't you?"

Everyone laughed, and Ryan nodded. "Yeah, I did."

"About time!" Seth declared. "Is this gonna be a continuing thing or a get Seth's hopes up thing?"

"Continuing," Ryan said.

"YES!" Seth yelled, pumping his fist in the air.

"Don't do that!" Summer ordered, rubbing her ear that he had practically screamed right into, but her laughter softened the order.

~~~~~

When dinner was over, Sandy and Kirsten told the teens to relax, that they'd clean up, and Ryan gently took Summer's arm and asked if they could talk in private. Summer nodded and they headed out onto the patio, closing the door tightly behind them before sitting down on the edge of the pool and dipping their feet in.

"Are you okay, Chino?" Summer asked softly.

"Now, yeah, I think I am," Ryan said. "I'm sorry, about earlier. I..."

"I shouldn't have pushed you."

"I'm glad you did," Ryan admitted. "If you hadn't, then Dad wouldn't have heard what I said about not deserving any of you and belonging in Chino. And he wouldn't have brought me home, and I wouldn't have talked to him and Mom about... how I felt."

"Do they know about...?"

"No, I didn't tell them about that. I can't. It's bad enough that they know about Dawn's boyfriends hitting me. I don't want what... what she did in their heads."

"Okay," Summer said. "Ry?"

"Yeah?"

"Are we okay?"

"I don't know," Ryan admitted. "I want us to be. But... I just... I can't understand why you aren't sickened by me."

"Because you didn't have a choice," Summer said. "I'm sickened that it happened. And I want to maim that bitch, but... I could never be sickened by you."

Ryan smiled slightly and turned to look at her. "I love you."

"Love you, too," Summer agreed.

"Maybe we can do something tomorrow? Just the two of us?"

"If we want a break from your darling brother, I think we'll need to get a hotel room," Summer said, rolling her eyes. "He's so watching us. And I'll bet his... your... parents are too."

Ryan glanced over his shoulder and rolled his eyes as he saw she was right. "Not a bad idea," he agreed.

"I'll call on my cell and make a reservation tonight," Summer said.

"Somewhere we need a reservation?" Ryan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"So we get room service and can avoid the world for a full day."

"That sounds like a plan," Ryan said, smiling. "We should probably each get some sleep. Tomorrow... the talking will probably..."

"Yeah," Summer agreed. "So... I'll see you in the morning."

"Yeah," Ryan said. He got up and helped Summer stand. But before she could walk away he gently cradled her face in his hands and kissed her. "Good night."

"Night," Summer echoed, smiling as she walked towards the poolhouse.

To Be Continued... Right Now!


and

This one's smutty... Ryan/Summer sex... You can skip over this chapter without missing any important plot points... lol...

Chapter Thirty Three

"Welcome to our hideout," Summer joked as she and Ryan entered the luxurious suite she had reserved.

"Summer..." Ryan started. "This is a little..."

"My father has to pay for it," Summer said. "Why not make sure we get his money's worth?"

"Good point," Ryan agreed.

"So, what do you want to do?" Summer asked. "Talk first, or..."

"Or take advantage of that huge bed?" Ryan suggested, pulling Summer close and kissing her lightly.

"You read my mind, Chino," Summer replied, starting to pull him towards the bed. "You sure you want to, though? It's more than okay if you don't."

"I do," Ryan assured her. "Do you?"

"I so do," Summer agreed, climbing back onto the bed and pushing herself towards the center. Then her hands went to the buttons on her shirt and started to unbutton, only to be stopped by Ryan, who gently pushed her hands away and undid the buttons himself, all the while pressing his lips to hers. As the last button came undone, Summer yanked her shirt off and grabbed the bottom of Ryan's t-shirt, yanking it up and over his head, their lips only sperating for a moment before crashing together again.

Next she went to his waist, working open the belt then the button and zipper, all the time getting distracted from her task by Ryan's hands, which were running up and down her side and around to her back. Finally, she had the jeans undone and Ryan shifted, moving his hands from her body just long enough to get the jeans and boxers off, then immediately returning his attention to her.

He put one hand on her side, but the other he put on her knee, sliding it up her leg and then under her skirt, brushing against her soft skin and quickly found she had on no panties as his hand explored, making her moan softly against his lips. His hand on her side moved to the closure on the skirt, opening it quickly and pushing it down her hips, letting out his own moan as she lifted up off the mattress, pressing against him, to let the skirt slide down over her legs. He broke their kiss again to look down at her face, and hesitated as one hand found the hooks on the back of her bra. "You're really sure?"

"I don't think I could be any more sure," Summer replied, pulling him into another kiss.

Ryan unhooked the bra and soon it joined the rest of their clothes on the floor. Ryan sat up and Summer followed him, moving so she was straddling his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck as she rubbed against him. Ryan's hands were roaming over her back and down to her thighs, sending shivers through her body.

"I want you," Summer whispered, moving her lips form his mouth to his earlobe, which she gently nipped at.

Ryan lift her up slightly and felt her move one hand between them to help guide him inside as he lowered her down. "How's that?" he asked once she was down.

"So good," Summer replied, kissing him on the lips again. "You feel so good."

Ryan held on tight as he lowered her back to lay on the bed and started moving inside her, causing her to make little sounds of pleasure. He knew what to do, knew what usually worked, but there was still that sense of uncertainity, of worry that he wouldn't make this perfect for her. Summer wasn't like the others he'd slept with. They had been to forget, while she was what he wanted to always remember. And as they moved together, as she moaned and gasped in pleasure, he didn't even realize that he didn't see the woman who had damaged him so long ago. All he saw, all he felt, was Summer.

She moaned again, throwing her head back. "Ryan..." she gasped as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "I'm... I'm almost..."

Ryan quickened his pace slightly, his mouth going to her shoulder and placing a soft kiss as he felt her shudder and gasp again, tightening her legs. At almost the same time, he felt his own release come, and he let out his own moan. After a moment, he slowly pulled out and moved to lay beside her, watching Summer's chest heave as she panted. "You okay?" he asked softly, one hand coming to rest on her stomach.

Summer smiled and rolled over to kiss him. "Never been better, Ry," she said. "That was..."

"Great," Ryan finished for her, smiling. "Know what?"

"What?"

"I only felt you," Ryan whispered before kissing her again.

"Really?" Summer asked.

"Really. And I love you."

"I love you, too," Summer replied, kissing him again. She pushed his shoulder slightly so he was on his back and straddled him, looking down at him as he smiled up at her. "What?" she asked.

"You're beautiful," Ryan replied, lightly playing with the ends of her hair that tickled his chest when she tilted her head. "So beautiful."

"And I'm yours," Summer agreed. "Always."

Ryan lightly grabbed her arms, always cautious so he wouldn't hurt her, and pulled her down so he could kiss her. "I think I need a little tiny break before you try to get me ready for round two," he teased.

Summer giggled. "What, the big tough bad boy can't recover from little ole' me?"

"You have no idea what you do to a guy," Ryan replied. He decided to take a cue from her and rolled her over so she was the one with her back to the bed and kissed her softly on the lips before moving his mouth to her jaw, then her neck, shoulder, collarbone, and then to the mound of her breast, causing her to gasp again and arch up against his mouth.

"Oh God, Ry!" she moaned. "Do that again!"

Ryan laughed slightly and kissed her breast again, enjoying the sounds she made. "You like that, baby?" he asked.

"If you stop I'll hurt you," Summer said, laughing softly and tangling her hands in his hair to keep his mouth right where it was.

"But there's so many other places to kiss you," Ryan protested, gently pulling away. "I know some great ones."

Summer giggled and moved her hands to his chest, running them along his scar to make him laugh. "I know a couple good places too," she said. "Lay on your stomach," she order.

"My stomach?" Ryan questioned even as he complied. After a moment he felt her straddle him again, then felt her hair tickling his back as he mouth latch onto his shoulder and she gently sucked on it, leaving what Ryan knew was going to be a pretty obvious hickey. After a moment she lifted her head and he tried to crane around to see what she was doing only to have her gently push him down and start massaging his back, rubbing deep into the muscles. Ryan let out a moan and shifted just anough to reach behind him and touch her legs on either side. "That feels so good," he said.

"You like?" Summer asked, her hair returning to his skin, followed shortly by her mouth between his shoulders blades.

"Oh God, yes," Ryan replied. "You stop you're in trouble."

"What'll you do, Chino? Refuse to sleep with me?" Summer mocked. "I don't think you could last."

Ryan laughed. "You know the one drawback to this?"

"What?"

"The view's not nearly as good."

Summer laughed and moved off of Ryan's back, letting him roll over, then straddled him again, leaning down to press her body against his. "You almost recovered, Chino? I'm ready for round two."

"You're insatiable," Ryan teased, pulling her into a kiss as his hands slid down her back.

To Be Continued... Right Now!


and now the conclusion... lol...


Chapter Thirty Four

"Okay, we've done the wild animal sex, how about we get serious?" Summer said as she and Ryan continued to lay in bed, now under the thick comforter.

"Wild animal sex?" Ryan repeated, trying not to laugh.

"Shut up!" Summer said, laughing. "I mean it. We do need to talk."

"About what?"

"About... anything. Everything."

"Could you possibly get vaguer?" Ryan said, rolling his eyes.

Summer smacked his chest. "Could you possibly sound more like your brother? I just mean.... okay, we're in love..."

"Completely," Ryan agreed. "And we've made love..." he added.

"Very well if I do say so myself," Summer continued. "I just..."

"You're the only person I've ever been with who made me forget," Ryan said. "You have no idea what a big deal that is."

"Have there been a lot of girls?"

"I can't even remember most of their names," Ryan admitted. "So yeah, it was a lot."

"Oh."

"After... her... I always used protection. And even after the first time she brought protection. And I've been tested. The last time was after the model home burned down. They test you before they put you in Juvie."

"What's it like?"

"What?"

"Juvie."

Ryan sighed. "Not fun. It... they take away everything you have. Basically you stop being a person and become a number. You have no idea how humuliating it is to be strip searched by guys who like humuliating scared teenagers. And the slightest thing might piss someone off, and they'll decide you need to at least be in major pain, sometimes they'll even decide you need to die."

"Did you ever get hurt?"

"This one guy, after the model home, he hated me for some reason and stabbed me in the neck with a palstic fork. And when Seth and K... and Mom, came to visit me, he started coming on to her and almost killed me when I tried to stop him."

"What an asshole!" Summer said.

"Pretty much sums him up," Ryan agreed. "Back to... the previous topic... I told you about my... past..."

"One guy."

"One?" Ryan asked. "You realize your boyfriend's a male slut, right?" he added, laughing humorlessly.

"I don't think so," Summer said. "I think my boyfriend is a wonderful, sweet guy, who had a really traumatic thing happened and went a little overboard self medicating with sex."

"You sound like a shrink."

"I've seen enough in my lifetime!" Summer said. "When my mother split it was send little Summer off to a shrink. When my father got remarried, send little Summer off to a shrink. At least your parents haven't suggested I see one about what the step-monster's boink buddy tried to do."

"Maybe you should," Ryan said.

"I will when you see one for you traumas," Summer countered. When Ryan looked away, she nodded. "That's what I thought."

"If you need to talk, I'm here," Ryan promised.

"Only if you'll talk to me if you need to," Summer replied.

"Deal," Ryan agreed. "So... the one guy..."

"Let's just say I've slept with 2 out of the 3 Cohen men I know."

"That's what I thought," Ryan said, sighing.

"But you were better," Summer added, kissing his shoulder. "I swear."

Ryan laughed. "So, what else do you want to talk about?"

"Our dream house?" Summer suggested excitedly.

Rya laughed. "I brought one of my sketchbooks," he offered. "There's a rough sketch in it."

"Of the house?"

"Yeah."

"I wanna see!" Summer insisted.

Ryan laughed and slipped out of bed, trying to ignore Summer's appreciative whistle at his bare backside, and headed for where he'd set down his bag. "It's pretty rough, and I based it around the basic layout for my house, just to fill in the blanks."

"Let me see!" Summer demanded.

Ryan came back over and climbed into bed before flipping through the pages to find the layout he'd created.

~~~~~

Hours later, it was starting to get dark and Ryan knew they should be heading home but he couldn't bring himself to wake Summer up when she looked so peaceful. So instead he had gotten dressed then opened his sketchbook again and was drawing her, drawing the way the satin sheets tangled around her lower half but left her back bare, the way her hair was fanned out over her shoulders and the pillow, the way her lips curled in the ever so slight smile. Finally, he closed the book, slipped it back into his bag, and then sat down on the bed next to Summer, gently shaking her should. "Hey, baby, it's time to wake up," he said.

Summer lifted her head sleepily. "It is?"

"Yeah, it's almost dinner time, and I promised Mom and Dad we'd be back from our road trip to SeaWorld by then."

"SeaWorld?" Summer asked, laughing.

"We can make something up about it," Ryan replied. "It seemed like a good cover at the time."

"You're too much, Chino," Summer said. "Today was great."

"Yeah, it was," Ryan agreed. "I..."

"What?"

"It helped, a lot."

Summer smiled and sat up to kiss him. "Good," she said before getting out of bed and starting to get her clothes together.

Ryan watched her for a minute, and smiled, realizing his life was finally going right. He had a beautiful girlfriend who he had just spent the day making love to. He would be starting his junior year at Harbor in a few weeks and for the first time actually thought he'd graduate. He had a good, stable home, where no one got drunk and yelled or hit him. He had a new brother and new parents who loved him. And in just a few days, this whole new life would be complete, when he stopped being Ryan Atwood and became Ryan Cohen.

"You ready?" Summer asked, pulling on her shoes.

"Yeah, let's go," Ryan agreed, wrapping an arm around Summer's waist as they left their room. "I love you," he added.

"I love you, too, Ry," Summer replied, leaning against him.

Yeah, life was pretty good for him.

The End

Hope everyone enjoyed this very early fic of mine... lol...